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Oh god I loved this so much!!! Hoshi is such a cutie pie and why did I secretly love that he was kind of a pro even though it was his first time 😂😂😂

I always love when they start thirsting for each other from afar and have to call or text and relieve the tension 😈

Ok I’m gonna go read a lot more from this author now byeeeeeee

charity f*ck (k.s)

Have you ever taken anyone’s virginity before? Well, yeah, your first time was both losing your own and taking someone else’s but, that was a long time ago. Have you ever taken the virginity of a twenty-six-year-old man who probably should have gotten laid by now anyway? Nope. Are you about to? Yep.

or the one where soonyoung has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out.

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WORDCOUNT― 12.2k

PAIRING― soonyoung x afab reader 

CONTENT― virgin guy who lives with his parents!soonyoung, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that format for a lil bit (THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA AU), facetime-sex, real life sex

SIDE CHARACTERS― Vernon as reader’s best friend and roommate, Seungcheol briefly as Hoshi’s friend.

WARNINGS― he’s made fun of by his friends for being a virgin, this is not an indication that you shouldn’t remain a virgin if you still are one! it’s fictional and i do not agree with mocking someone for their virginity in real life.

NOTE― i love him and i like the idea of him being clumsy during sex, i also like the idea of him being inexperienced but suuuuuuper eager to pretend he knows what he’s doing. shoutout to my redacted wife @onlyseokmins for proof reading this <3 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags―big huge dick soonyoung, phone sex (ish), face time sex,  masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again,  no condom aka cream pie, soonyoung gets feelings like immediately when u touch him ~

“Check this shit out,” you laugh, presenting your phone to Vernon with a chuckle. “right or left?”

Vernon snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man you’re showing to him.

“Depends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?” He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend. 

You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, it’s not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything. 

“I wouldn’t mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.” You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. “He’s cute too, so I’m swiping right.”

Vernon groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you. 

“You’d better warn me if you end up bringing him home, I’m not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.”

You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-six-year-old Soonyoung and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure you’re out of the apartment if I invite him over,” You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating app’s messages. “Maybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.”

“You’re so fucking weird.” Vernon laughs but feels kind of shitty because it’s not like he hasn’t been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesn’t have the magic dick to make girls moan the way you do. 

Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesn’t. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.

~

You: i’ve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app before 

Soonyoung: ….i’m 26, it says that in my bio

You: I think you’re lying. 

Soonyoung: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol

You: why would i help you lie to the women in our city

Soonyoung: i’m not lying!!1

You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if he’s lying about his presumed virginity. 

You: ok, twenty-six-year-old “hoshi” who is five miles away from me, you’re actually a virgin? Like for real?

Soonyoung: yea….are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after

You: you’re really just looking to get laid for the first time, ever? and you’re offering to cook dinner too?

Soonyoung: yea

You: you’ve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you can’t seriously think I can believe you’re 26 and have never been laid, it’s not like you’re ugly or anything

Soonyoung: u don’t think im ugly? :) 

Soonyoung: and yea I’ve had a blowjob before

You: why didn’t you sleep with her then?

Soonyoung: can we stop talking about why im a virgin

You: for now, but im gonna ask again eventually.

You’re smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, you’re curious as to why he’s a virgin, even more, curious as to why he’s on a dating app looking to lose said virginity. 

You: do you want my number? it’s embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.

Soonyoung, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didn’t even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, it’s juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? It’s just how he is, with or without having had sex. He can’t imagine not feeling giddy inside when he’s talking to someone that he thinks is pretty. 

Soonyoung: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number] 

You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile. 

You: 

Grandpa Hoshi: :| 

Grandpa Hoshi: im 26

~

Okay so, here’s the thing. Soonyoung is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, he’s wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts he’s sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesn’t have women waiting in line to have at him. 

You: it’s been like four days since we started talking

Grandpa Hoshi: yep, almost five

You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where you’re begging to have sex for the first time ever?

Grandpa Hoshi: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didn’t wanna assume lol

You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, it’s totally ok that you are but like, you’re a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something

Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, you’d still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.

Grandpa Hoshi: i do NOT have a micropenis

You: prove it

Grandpa Hoshi: right now???

You laugh to yourself but also like, it’s the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly. 

You: answer my question first

It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but you’re doing coursework anyway so it’s not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not. 

Grandpa Hoshi: um… i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be here 

Grandpa Hoshi: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!

He’s getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least. 

You: they won’t let you have anyone over? 

Grandpa Hoshi: well, that too but 

Grandpa Hoshi: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did

You: damn, you’re unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?

Grandpa Hoshi: her boyfriend walked in

You: WHAT

You’re trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind. 

Grandpa Hoshi: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend

You: phew 

Grandpa Hoshi: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not? 

The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know he’s not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes. 

You: yeah, sure. 

You: about the micropenis though, 

Grandpa Hoshi: right…um

A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first nude from Soonyoung. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.

You: i mean if you can’t prove it that's ok 

Grandpa Hoshi:  just give me a sec damn

He’s doing his best to get the most attractive angle. It’s not like he’s never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but like– this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic? 

Of course, as he’s taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He can’t imagine you’d want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that he’s working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos he’s taken and deleted. It’s at the point that now it’s actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.

He’s entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time he’s texting you. Someone who wants to see what he’s packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and he’s quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down. 

Grandpa Hoshi: [image attachment] 

In all fairness, you’ve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Soonyoung though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.

You: oh, you were jerking off, got it. 

Grandpa Hoshi: sorry can’t help it 

Then he doesn’t text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe you’d be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because you’re about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books. 

You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely don’t have a micropenis

You’re still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. He’s probably desperate to feel good, you can imagine how he’d act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.

Shrugging, knowing full well what he’s doing right now in order to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. You’re a little bit nervous, mostly because you’ve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when he’s getting off. You’re shocked that he actually answers. 

“Hello?” He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. It’s not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, it’s probably Seungcheol or some shit.

“Don’t hello me,” You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. “You’re just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?” 

The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that it was you on the other line sent his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as usual. God, this alone is enough for him right now. 

“Were you at least thinking of me?”

He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, that’s exactly what he’s doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides. 

“Were you looking at my pictures?”

He nods his head, forgetting that you’re not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. It’s a bit difficult for him right now to talk, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos he’s been jerking off to. It’s a bit overwhelming, actually.

“Do you want better ones?” You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more. 

“Oh god, really?” He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. “Like, nudes?”

“Mhm, yeah. If you want.” You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. “Or, you know what would be better?”

Letting me come over and actually do it? That’s what he wants to say to you, but he doesn’t, he simply raises a brow.

“What?” He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, he’s a bit shy about it. 

“I can facetime you.” 

He panics. That means you’ll be watching him too, right? Sure he’s sent nudes, he’s received nudes. He’s sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch. 

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” You backtrack at his silence, but you’re cut off almost immediately. 

“No! no, we can facetime–”

Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if it’ll work this way or not. It’s not like he’s expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks you’re gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. You’re kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.

You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then you’re needing to catch your breath at the image of him.

There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you don’t mind at first. Look at him, the lighting clearly shows that he’s a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isn’t holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. It’s an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and it’s insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what he’s doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.

“Let me see,” you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. “Prop your phone up somewhere like I did.”

He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.

“Feeling shy?” You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. “You act like I’m not going to be touching you at some point soon.”

You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at. 

“You look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,” You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. “Would you want to do that for me, Hoshi?”

“Oh god,” He groans, hearing his nickname come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. 

“This is going to be so embarrassing.” He admits, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly now as he watches between your spread legs. 

“Embarrassing, why?” You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. “Can you not see that I’m just as turned on right now?”

He groans again, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it. 

“Well,” He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit you’re about to say. “You don’t even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.”

You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like he’s doing for you. 

“Better?”

Soonyoung watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day. 

“Can you–” He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.

“Can I do what?  Go on,” You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”

Baby. You called him baby. Not that he’s into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe it’s because he wants you to take him for all he’s worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when you’re watching him get off. 

“Can you spread your pussy for me?” He whispers at first, boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy.

His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him. 

“You want to fuck this?” You chuckle softly, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.

“Oh,” he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves he’s most definitely never fucked a woman before. “Fuck.”

You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. You’re aware he doesn’t see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself. 

“You gonna act like this when I’m riding you?” You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard he’s fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isn’t enough at this point. 

“God. You’re gonna ride me?” He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it. 

“Mhm,” you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. “Would you want that?”

Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes it look so entirely delicious. You’ve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.

You’re not even upset that he didn’t make it into the knitty gritty, considering he’s a virgin and all and you’re literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. You’re actually flattered. 

His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting he’s even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful. 

“Shit, sorry,” He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but he’s embarrassed now. “I uh, didn’t mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.”

“It’s okay,” You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all you’re gonna get tonight. “It was cute.”

After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.

“Are you, um, done?” Soonyoung says, disappointed.

“Mm, no.” You smile. “But it’s okay, I’d rather make you come first anyway.”

His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off. 

“You still wanna see me after this?”

You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.

“When are you free?” You ask, wondering if he’s ever going to clean himself up. 

“Whenever you are.” He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand. 

“I’ll text you later then,” You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. “After I take care of my little problem though.”

You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.

~

Grandpa Hoshi: what about 3pm on thurs?

You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pm….on a thursday???

Grandpa Hoshi: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours

You: or you could just come here? 

Grandpa Hoshi: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol

You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if you’re weird

Soonyoung contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and it’s not like he’s an actual creep or anything. You’d be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway. 

You: what about tomorrow, 8pm? 

Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. Hell, he’d show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but he’s got a car. 

Grandpa Hoshi: send ur address, ill be there :) 

~

“Tomorrow, you’ll be a man.” Seungcheol croaks through the speaker at Soonyoung, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke. 

“Why do you have to say it that way?” Soonyoung groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. “I didn’t think anyone was actually gonna come through, she’s the first one.”

“What makes you think she’s actually gonna send you her address?” Seungcheol laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. “She’s probably not even a real person, you’re gonna end up at some old guy’s house.”

Soonyoung laughs, or snorts really. 

“Oh, she’s real.”

Seungcheol sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest. 

“Hm? Have you already met her?”

“Kind of. We like, um,” Soonyoung pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. “We facetimed a few hours ago.”

Silence.

“She got naked.”

“Oh ho ho!” Seungcheol encourages him. “So you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?” 

“That’s what I said!--” Soonyoung smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Seungcheol just said. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re kind of a loser, we’ve been over this.” Seungcheol laughs yet again. “Call me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.”

Then he hangs up. 

Grandpa Hoshi: do u think im a loser?

You: yeah kinda

You’re laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Vernon.

“That him texting?” Vernon quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him. 

You laugh again at Soonyoung’s string of defensive texts before responding with a short “it’s okay, i like losers”, and putting your phone down to finish telling Vernon that he’s gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night. 

“So,” You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Vernon. “You’re gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.”

“Jesus, I’m scared for him.”

“You should be scared for me. Because, well…” You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Soonyoung sent before the facetime call. “He’s huge and–”

“I did not need to know that.” Vernon sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet. 

“You act like you’re not curious nearly every time I meet someone.” You roll your eyes at him, smiling.

Vernon stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone. 

“How big?” He laughs, not actually trying to see the dude’s dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend. 

“Stop prying, you’ll get jealous.”

He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms. 

“I’ll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.”

“I’m sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.” 

He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch. 

“Keep it in your room, please. I don’t want to sit on his gross body fluids when I come home.”

~

It’s Thursday. It’s approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and you’re well aware that Soonyoung is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by. 

So many are you sures, so many you can tell me to leave if you decide you don’t want tos, and even more i can’t wait to see yous. 

“Vernon, aren’t you supposed to be leaving?” You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottled water. 

You’ve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Soonyoung is doing the same, and smile.

“Hm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.”

You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.

“I swear to god if you scare him off, I’m kicking you out.”

Vernon laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that you’ve really tried to look good today. 

“I think you might kill him, if I’m being honest.” Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you. 

“Thanks, that’s the plan.”

And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around eight fifteen. 

Grandpa Hoshi: i’m a little early, is that ok? 

“Oh shit, he’s here.” You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so it’s easily overlooked by Vernon. 

He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet. 

“Let him in then, I’ll leave when he gets here.”

You give him a knowing look before nodding. 

You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.

Within minutes, there’s a very gentle knock on the door and Vernon is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately it’s a bit more awkward than he expected it to be. 

Not only did Soonyoung think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment. 

“Oh, I think I got the wrong place, sorry–” 

“Nope, you’re in the right place.” Vernon smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. “You can come in.”

Soonyoung does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Vernon and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside. 

“She’s excited, don’t worry.” Vernon whispers, throwing Soonyoung a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Soonyoung still hasn’t really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable. 

“Don’t mind him, that’s both my best friend and roommate.” You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. He’s kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen. 

“Have you and him ever like…” Soonyoung immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird. 

“Vernon?! Oh, god no.” You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. “You’re allowed to look up by the way. You’ve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.”

Immediately Soonyoung moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but you’re locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.

When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, he’s happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him. 

Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like you’re his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, but you can admit now that he’s in front of you that it’s a bit intimidating. He’s not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Soonyoung is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex. 

Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, it’s not. Because you’re seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say there’s an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times he’s made you laugh. How many times he’s embarrassed himself, and now for the first time he’s right there and all you want to do is…give him exactly what he wants, or needs. Whichever. 

“Okay, listen,” You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that you’re not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, he’d probably prefer it that way. “If I move too fast, just tell me to stop.”

Soonyoung tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that you’re absolutely everything he thought you would be and more. 

“I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue,” He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the entire situation. “I struggled not to get hard just driving over.” He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks. 

You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Soonyoung and in the short amount of time you’ve known him, you’re kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. You’re pretending that his apparent inexperience isn’t getting to you, but you’re not really fooling anyone. “Let’s get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.”

Soonyoung laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe he’s drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, it’s dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.

He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. He’s seen what’s between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you. Now he’s here, and you’re right there. It’s hard not to crowd up, it’s hard not to cling to you, it’s hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing it– of course he’s staring. Of course he’s crowding closer, almost to the point that he’s up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.

You turn after grabbing him the bottle and become shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows he’s not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing too. You’re glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until he’s against the counter and kissing you back. 

He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. He’s excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him. 

For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that he’s probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly. 

His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now. 

If you’re going to sleep with him though, he’s gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Vernon’s sake. 

“Hey,” you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isn’t having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. “We should go to my room, your first time isn’t about to be in my kitchen.”

“Why not?” He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. “I don’t care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.”

Still, his lips don’t leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, he’s immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.

You barely get the door closed before he’s pressing you against it this time, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone. 

You’re kind of in love with the fact that he doesn’t seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else he’ll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine he’d be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.

Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and you’re instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera. 

“You’re really going to let me?” He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him. 

At this moment, you’re all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.

“To think I wouldn’t want to do this is insane,” You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. “Look how wet I am.” You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. “Do you wanna try eating me out?”

He doesn’t even nod. He’s immediately on his knees against your bed and grabbing your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you. 

Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before you’re able to process words again. 

“Can’t believe how good you look down there,” You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. “Have you ever done this before?”

He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. Regardless of your shock at that, he seems like he’s waiting for a green light so you decide to cut the compliments short and raise your brows at him. 

“Go on then.”

You watch him and the way he doesn’t seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, he’s adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because he’s in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts. 

He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here. 

He’s quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place. 

It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that it’s almost impossible for your legs not to shake in reaction at what he’s doing to you. 

Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go. 

“Fuck, knew you’d be good at this,” you compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. “Stay on my clit, use your fingers on me.” 

He hums, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen. 

You can feel his fingers make their way into you, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. You’re tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you. 

“Just like that,” you encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you. 

It almost seems like he’s asking if he’s doing well, and goddamn is he. He’s doing amazing.

“So good,” you say shortly, scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper. 

He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenches— he’s swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesn’t think he ever wants this to end.

All day, he could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldn’t they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. He’s in love, he’s in love.

He doesn’t stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach euphoria so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, you’re not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clit— his moan sending a vibration straight through you.

“Faster, with your fingers—“ you choke out, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say. 

There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm you’re not even sure he knows you’re having right now.

Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone. 

You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt. 

He doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his length in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.

“Did you…?” He asks softly.

You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs. 

“I did,” You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. You’re reeling from the recent orgasm and wanting nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. “And now, you’re gonna finally get a full blow job.”

He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.

“Unless, you don’t want that?” You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.

“No, no! It’s not that!” He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. “It’s just that like, what if I don’t last very long? I’m kind of sensitive.”

His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Soonyoung.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” You lean forward, kissing him again. “You just gave me some of the best head in my life.”

The light in his eyes return and instantly he’s flashing a nervous smile at you. 

“Hoshi, I’ve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.” You reassure him again, making a point to use his nickname. “If you don’t get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.” 

Well, he can’t have that now, can he? 

He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing you’ve seen him jerk off before. It’s the fact that like, what if it’s suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you don’t like?

Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. You’re the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure. 

You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base. 

He thinks he’s going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You don’t even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until you’re taking in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes. 

It’s not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, he’s fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting your throat. 

How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? You’ll be damned not to choke on it. You’d rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop. 

He’s actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of him and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didn’t even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. You’re down there, slipping your mouth up and down on his length, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it. 

Once again, he’s in love.

He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears he’s ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and god– your other hand, massaging his balls. 

“Wait, wait wait–” Soonyoung groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look. 

“Were my teeth hurting you?” You ask, gasping a bit for air.

“No, i was just getting really close.”

“Hm?” You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until he’s releasing into your mouth. 

You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again. 

His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and he’s honestly in heaven once again. 

Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until he’s dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through it–how?

“How–” he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. “How did you do that?”

You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face. 

“I don’t normally do that for guys.” You say with a rasp in your voice, “I certainly don’t just swallow for anyone.”

He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if you’re done though, because by now you’ve both gotten off and usually that’s the end goal, right?

But he hasn’t lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows you’re not done with him. 

“We need to let you rest until you can get hard again,” You say, kissing him more easily than before. Letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. “What’s something you wanna do to get you back into the game?”

He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that you’re his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and that’s a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view. 

You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well. 

“I don’t even know at this point.” He admits, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.

“I’ll just love on you while you think, then.”

He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against it.

He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said you’d love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about what’s going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.

He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.

“Already?” 

He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs. 

“I want to, um, eat you out again…”

That’s new. Twice in one session? You’re not going to turn that down. 

“Oh yeah? Did that get you going?”

You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up. 

You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?

“Whenever you’re ready.” You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this. 

You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing he’s going to do it again. 

His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time. 

“You have the prettiest pussy.” He says in a clear and calm voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. “And I've watched a lot of porn.”

You’d tell him to shut up, but you’re not gonna because it’s cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, he’s treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now. 

“Eat it then.” you try to urge him, and he does just that. 

You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you don’t want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, he’s just as eager now as he was the first time…if not more. 

He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him. He eventually holds you in place against him, licking you deeper than you’ve ever been licked before. It’s a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now. 

You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that it’s becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that he’s doing this to get himself hard is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense. 

After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you come this way and it’s dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle. 

Given, he can’t reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and you’re floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you. 

He’s really going to not let you hold it in, he’s going to have you fucking unravelling again and it’s too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself. 

He’s hard again, and god knows how long he’s been doing that. 

You pull your body away from him, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him. 

“You were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?”

He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair. 

“I like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make you–”

“You absolutely could have but I’m going to be honest,” You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. “I need more now, and if you’re ready, I’d like to live up to my promise.”

His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but you’re really–

“Promise?” He asks, knowing full well what it was. 

“Lay back, get comfortable,” You instruct, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. “You still want me to ride you, right?”

He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready he’s managed to get himself for this. 

Not that you want to rush, but you’re so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His cock likely bigger than any you’ve taken before, and to be fair, you don’t even care if you’re the desperate one at this point. You’ve almost forgotten he’s a virgin.

“Wait,” He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. “Oh, fuck, wait- no, do that again.” 

You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until he’s leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard. 

You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that you’re not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he can’t help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this. 

You rub yourself against him until it’s even more unbearable than before. By now, you’ve completely soaked his length and he’s completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, he did it and you didn’t stop him.

“Are you ready?” You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds. 

He groans out a “please” before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quickly– he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now. 

“Hold on, there’s a condom in the pocket of my jeans–”

“Okay, and?” You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.” 

He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit it fucking raw for the first time? 

“Unless you’re lying, and you’re not really a virgin?”

He’s quick to silence your doubt. He’s 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm and– malfunction. He’s blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him. 

“Please?” He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that he’s sure it’s hurting you. 

You smile, humming at him when you lift from his length, standing on your knees to grab at his and position him in the right place. 

“You sure you’re ready for this?” You ask, only now realizing that you’re genuinely about to take a man’s virginity, and it’s only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, it’s not right to just do it without making him really think about it. 

“Fuck, yes. Just do it already.” 

You can’t help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you don’t think you’ll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation. 

He can’t get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He can’t help it when he moans, he doesn’t care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob. 

By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like he’s the one who needs to adjust. Of course, you’re needing this moment to adjust too but god– just watching him made you that much more wet and it’s insane how into him you are right now. As if you haven’t been since you started talking to him.

“Feels good?” You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you. 

He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, he’s no longer a virgin now. It’s fucking happening, and you’re hot? So hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good. 

Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the feeling. 

You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again. 

His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself back– seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling. 

You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside. 

“You’re really cute, you know that?” You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.

That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it. 

You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.

You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as he’d like, and god. It’s hard. It’s deep, and it’s so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell he’s purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you. 

He’s actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but that’s not the case at all. You actually can’t stop moaning, it’s just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound. 

For a moment, you think you can actually hear him purr, or maybe growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already he’s lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and you’re so fucking impressed by it. 

You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good he’s doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.

“I don’t know how the fuck you’re doing this to me,” You laugh out of pity for yourself, “I really thought I could last longer than this.”

He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. There’s one issue. He’s about two thrusts from coming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you. 

You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that he’d lose his arousal entirely. 

You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but what’s happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, you’ll let yourself go too. He doesn’t seem to be picking up the hints. 

“Are you close?” You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that it’s becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. “Let it go, come with me–”

Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable. 

“Oh, shit. Wait– i’m–” You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.

He’s so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy come around him as he continues to empty himself into you. 

It’s entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense. 

Little does he know… it’s not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good. 

By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity. 

He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does. 

~

He’s not going home tonight. Of course he’s not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.

In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (Not literally, both of you are just dramatic.)

All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, he’d rather not do it as often as Seungcheol does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake. 

But like, you’re kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other women and that’s a block he didn’t think would be an issue until it became one.

You made him come twice. And he thinks you did too, unless you’re lying just to make him feel better. There’s no way you didn’t feel the intensity of that though. There’s no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.

There’s no way you would let him sleep over if you didn’t feel the same way he does right now.

And by the time you’re back, handing him a plate of food, he can’t help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.

The thing is, that’s one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think you’d be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird. 

This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least. 

“So,” You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a come-soaked bed like this. “I guess you should change your bio in the app now.”

He looks at you, and then at his food.

“Yeah, I guess I should…” 

“I’ll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what you’re doing with a woman and all.”

It’s silent for a minute.

“Is it too forward if I say that I’d rather just delete the app and keep calling you?”

Thank fuck Soonyoung is forward and embarrassing with it. You’re not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, you’re not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet. If he wants to attach himself for a while, you’re going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when he’s not being adorable he’s just being fucking hot.

You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because you’re not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes. 

Strangely enough, he doesn’t even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowing– you think…oh no. Why are you looking at him like this?

“Hey, I should probably call Vernon and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.”

Soonyoung nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out. 

“I should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.”

You snort at him with a laugh right as Vernon answers the phone, and honestly, you’d rather listen to Soonyoung’s friend than Vernon whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents. 

“Hey Vernon, don’t come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.” You say quickly before hanging up. 

Instantly you’re setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Soonyoung and his phone. 

“Put him on speaker.”

lmao, if I don’t get a response to this, it’s going to turn out to be nsfw because I CANNOT RESIST. Thank you.

Hi! Can I request a Hoshi x Reader hate to love kind of imagine???? I think it will be awesome!! If that's okay ^.^ THANK U IN ADVANCE❤❤❤

Ahhh akdjajdjnakajdjdkendjj!!!!!! Kwon Soonyoung is my ult and im ahdiandkej. Okay! Im beyond excited to write this, and it wont be just an imagine, I have plans to make it anywhere from 3-10 chapters long (?? Maybe) HOWEVER, can the anon who requested this hmu via another anon or private message. I just need to know if you want nsfw/smut or not, lmao.

P.S. If you do want nsfw imma need an entire bathtub of holy water to drown myself in please and thank you omfg im dead-

should I post part one of my new Soonyoung nsfw/smut series tonight or nah...?

Blooming Flower [soonyoung nsfw] pt. 1

requested!

although you’re getting more than you asked for, anon.

This will be 1 of a 7-10 part series. smut, angst, dancer hoshi, yesyes. I hope y’all enjoy. thank you @minhaaru for the beautiful poster T^T

enjoy~

word count: 3232 pairings: soonyoung x reader genre: smut, angst

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"If you bloom forever in my heart, then it's okay for me to get hurt." 

Kwon Soonyoung was a little bitch.

You had been certain of that fact ever since you were five and first met the obnoxious boy.

He was a loud mouth, a tad bit arrogant, and the worst thing...

He always managed to beat you at everything.

And you absolutely hated it.

You had begun dancing when you were three, the first real decision you had ever made when your parents made you choose between piano or dance lessons. And you were an overachiever, even at such a young age. You did your best at everything, and for a while you were the top student in your dance class.

But all of that changed when you were five and Soonyoung stepped through the doors of the studio, his little hand in his mom's as she talked to the instructor. 

At first, you were smitten with the boy. He had chubby cheeks and big lips and a button nose that honestly made your five year old heart pound. He was your first real crush.

But a switch was flipped drastically a few months later, when dance recital auditions began and only one student could be chosen for a solo. It would have been your third solo, and you were expecting it, the confidence you had in your skills never waning.

It wasn't until the teacher picked Soonyoung that your little crush shattered along with your heart over losing to someone, and a new kid at that.

One thing you learned through the years proceeding, you held grudges extremely well, and it was on that very same day you vowed to hate Kwon Soonyoung for as long as you lived, and that you would never lose to him again. And that vow was still in your mind, even after seventeen years.

"How does it feel to have your choreography placed as backup?"

Your eye twitched when you heard his snarky voice comment behind you, stopping you in your tracks as you made your way back to your dorm. After taking a deep breath and attempting to make your facial expression somewhat stoic, you turned around.

Soonyoung stood there his natural black hair now a vibrant pink after many weeks spent bleached blond. His cheeks still held some of the baby fat, but he grew into his lips slightly, and his face definitely matured into something at least remotely attractive.

Not that you would dare admit that out loud to anyone, including yourself.

"That just means mine is perfect to replace yours whenever your choreography fails at impressing anyone." You bit back, narrowing your eyes at him.

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking. "Sounds like a nice statement to help you feel better about yourself."

"It's not-" You began to retort, but he tsked before stepping forward as if he were going to walk past you. He stopped when his right shoulder bumped into your left and leaned down so all you could feel was his hot breath in your ear.

"Don't forget Instructor Choi chose you as the female lead, y/n. That means you and I will have to spend a lot of alone time together, practicing." 

You were definitely lying to yourself when your thoughts swore his proximity didn't leave you bothered in more ways than one. But, you swallowed those lies down anyway and huffed, shoving his shoulder away and turning back around to go home.

You lips tightened into a thin line when he called after you teasingly. "See you on Friday, y/n!”

--

No matter how much you willed and whined for Friday to stay put days away, it approached at rapid speed and suddenly you found yourself in your dance studio, your instructor and Kwon Soonyoung standing before you. You prayed that your instructor would just stick around and save you the heartache of being by yourself in a room with your greatest enemy, but when Instructor Choi clapped his hands together and gave you a trusting smile, you knew you were doomed.

“As my top two students, I expect you guys to behave yourself well in my absence, and therefore take my leave. I’ll be back in four hours to lock up the studio. Good luck.”

You attempted to give him a pleading look as he sidestepped you to walk out, but he kept his eyes merrily on the door, ready for a day of freedom away from the studio, and nothing would have kept him from it.

Soonyoung was as cocky as always when the door slammed shut and a heavy silence filled the confinement of the room.  You half expected him to just start laughing like a maniac at you, the ease of torturing your poor soul while the two of you were without supervision far too tempting to pass up. Instead, you were amazed when he shrugged awkwardly and brushed past you toward the computer to turn the music on.

“I’d rather not be stuck teaching simple steps all day, so we should just go ahead and get the first half of it over with, and the rest we can worry about on Monday.”

Nothing in his tone screamed its usual snarky attitude, despite his low-key insulting words, and the shock of how normal he sounded made the only thing capable of coming from your lips being a meek “okay.”

He rose a brow at that, expecting you to throw a few jabs at him in return, but didn’t acknowledge it otherwise. The music started, and you frowned remembering it was the same exact song you had chosen to choreograph to, yet the teacher still preferred Soonyoung’s over yours. Your pride was hurt once again by the pink-haired imbecile, and it only fueled your actions for that day.

You figured, if he thought you were such a bad dancer, then you should at least act that way and make it extremely difficult on him to teach you. Every time he tried to get you to move one way, you would move the other or simply act as if you hadn’t quite gotten it just yet. It was becoming increasingly funny every time he’d sigh and shake his head and have to start all over.

You weren’t expecting it at all when Soonyoung finally caught on to your game and got thoroughly fed up with you, and suddenly his hands were on your shoulders pushing you back against the mirror as he pressed his thigh in between your legs to hold you in place.

“You and I both know you’re perfectly capable of memorizing choreography in less than three attempts. Why the fuck are you trying so hard to screw with me today? I’m honestly not in the mood for this, and would greatly appreciate getting the fuck out of this studio at some point.”

He was furious, you could tell, his eyebrows hunched together tightly and his lips parted to slightly to show his clenched teeth as his hot breath fanned your face. His rough actions, however, stunned you into complete silence and without thinking, you squirmed under his intense gaze, regretting the action instantly when it caused his leg to shift and pressed into your clothed crotch even more, a involuntary gasp escaping you.

Your face flushed a crimson color and if he didn’t have your arms pinned against the mirror, you would’ve covered your face in embarrassment. Instead, you shut your eyes tightly, completely missing the way his own eyes landed on your lips when you let out that sound, his brown irises darkening further. Or the gulp he did before licking his lips. You barely caught the subtle movement of him inching closer toward you, your body’s natural instinct to try and sink further away, despite the obstacle behind you.

When his breath was nothing more than a few centimeters from your lips, you held your breath, anticipating what he would do, and your heart even had the audacity to skip in excitement, even though you would never admit to any kind of feelings toward the man before you.

But, Soonyoung didn’t kiss you. You heard him sigh, the minty smell of whatever toothpaste he used that morning just lingering between you before suddenly he wasn’t touching you at all anymore, and the force of him pinning against the wall disappearing so quickly, you stumbled forward a bit.

Your eyes shot open and you forced yourself to have enough courage to glance at him, but he kept his back to you as he walked back to the computer to shut off the music all together.

“Let’s just work on this another day. I’m tired.”

You didn’t miss how dejected his normally vibrant voice had become, but you ignored it and gave a curt reply that you would in fact be going to the locker room to shower and then depart. He didn’t say anything to you as you gathered your things and walked out of the studio, his eyes trained on his phone, instead of anything having to do with you.

And, as you washed what little sweat appeared on your body from your lack of dancing that afternoon, you couldn’t keep yourself from feeling a little bit disappointed, and you absolutely hated that.

--

You found yourself back at the studio once more that evening, though many hours later, the time being well past eleven in the evening. You were so distracted after your shower, you didn’t even realize that you left your phone in your locker, only noticing when you got home after the rest of your classes that day and going on to check your social media.

The dance room itself was locked, but you knew they kept the locker room open at all hours of the night, and were happy to find the lights were even still on as you made your way into the musty room. As embarrassing as it should’ve been, the locker room was joint when the men’s and women’s, the only thing separately the two being an old wooden door that didn’t even have a lock on it anymore. Most of the boys in your dance class were decent enough not to peek, but you had managed to encounter a few perverts in the three and a half years you had spent at University, and it had became a habit of yours to glance quickly through the covered window before stepping any further into the locker room.

It was a tad bit concerning when you noticed a duffel bag on the bench inside the other room, but you figured someone on campus had their shower’s go out in the dorms, as they often did, and was using this washroom instead, since it was just barely off the grounds of the main campus.

You quickly ran to your assigned locker and grabbed your phone, unconsciously tip-toeing back in case whoever was in the other room wasn’t a fellow student, but some creep hoping to ambush a young girl at nearly midnight.

You blamed what you did next on your own stupidity, but something had you stopping just before walking out of the locker rooms and glancing back at the wooden door.

It occurred to you then that the duffle bag looked awfully familiar, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint who it belonged to. You anxiously bit your lip as your curiousity got the better of you and you made your way back to the door to glance once more.

And, you gasped for the second time that day when it hit you all at once who that duffle bag belonged to, his pink covered head popping out of one of the showers just as you lifted the curtain to look. Kwon Soonyoung stood there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair dripping wetness onto his shoulders. You knew it was probably in your best interest to look away, especially considering this was the man you declared your enemy at age five, and gawking at him naked in the locker room was going way beyond the boundary lines for an enemy, but the way his back muscles flexed and tensed when he turned around to shift through his duffel bag kept you transfixed on his milky looking skin.

You didn’t even noticed when he turned around with a pair of boxers and a shirt in the hand not holding his towel, or when he drop those articles on the floor upon noticed your presence. You only realized it when he began making his way to the door quickly and you attempted to step back quickly before he reached it, but your shaking legs were too slow to evade him.

“What the fuck are you doing here peeping on me, y/n?” He growled the moment the door was open and you were frozen in your spot from fear.

“I, uh…” You couldn’t form a proper sentence when him standing there in nothing but a towel, your eyes moving from his angry features and following a wet drop from the tip of his hair to his collarbone before he reached forward to grab your chin and force you to look at him properly. He rose a brow challenge to get you to answer and after a moment of gathering your wits about you, you managed to stutter one out, though unintelligibly. “I wasn’t peeping on you.”

Soonyoung scoffed and rolled his hands, his hand dropping from your chin. “Then what are you doing?”

You were at a loss for words again as you tried to remember the reason you had even come to the damned locker rooms in the first place. Your grip tightened on your phone and you held it up to show him as if that would solve all of your problems. “I forgot my phone and came to get it.”

“In your locker?” He questioned, and you nodded proudly, thinking that was the end of that interrogation. But, unfortunately, you were let down when he tsked and shook his head. “That doesn’t explain why you were staring at me through the door.”

You pressed your lips together tightly as you tried to figure out a proper explanation for why you were staring, when truthfully you didn’t have one. You had no reason to stand there and watch after figuring out who the duffel bag belonged to, yet you did and it confused you just as much as it seemed to confuse the poor victim who was standing so exposed before you.

You could only hope what little you did know and confess would help ease his curiosity enough to let you escape.

“I was just checking to see if someone was in there, and then I saw your duffel bag. I didn’t expect you to be taking a shower, or for you to walk out of the shower. I just came to get my phone and now I would like to go home, thank you very much.”

Your legs were so close to turning you around so you could prance out of the room, but something clicked in your mind and stopped you from doing just that. You turned back to him with a questioning look, crossing your arms.

“Why exactly are you here when it’s almost midnight?”

Not expecting the tables to turn around on him, Soonyoung blinked in confusion a few times before he glanced nervously at the exit behind your head. He was quiet for a moment, which left you feeling even more suspicious as you waited for his answer.

“The shower is out in my hall at the dorms.”

Normally you would’ve have bought such an answer without a second thought, but after growing up with Soonyoung in the same neighborhood, just a few houses apart, for years, you knew he still lived with his father off campus, and there was no way his excuse was even remotely true,

“I live five houses down from yours. Nice try.”

He sighed at that and turned on his heel to walk back into the men’s locker room. Without a care in the world you followed him, something in you telling you that you needed to get to the bottom of whatever was going on before you could consider leaving.

“Why exactly are you here, Soonyoung?” You pressed again, only to gasp for the third time that day thanks to the same man when he reared around on you and grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward until you bumped against his chest, his hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“Do you really think it’s such a wise idea to question a naked man in such an empty place like this? No one would even be able to hear you scream if I did anything to you. Yet, here you are.” His voice was low as he spoke to you, and you hated the way it made you stomach tighten and a certain wetness pool between your legs before you couldn’t stop yourself. But, even so, you were having none of his idiocy, and with as much strength as you could muster in such a tight spot, you brought your knee up to meet his groin, causing the poor man to shout out in pain and topple over on the floor, his towel barely hanging onto his hips. “Ouch! What the fuck, y/n? Are you trying to fucking murder me, oh my god.”

“Answer the damn question, Soonyoung, before I call your father.”

“Don’t!” He held one hand up in surrender, the other clutching tightly at his thigh as he wiggled on the floor in pain some more. “Jesus christ, I’ll tell you. Just don’t fucking call him, okay?”

It fully clicked in your brain at that point, and you frowned as you stared down at him attempt to compose himself. “You plan on sleeping here tonight?”

He didn’t say anything to that, confirming your thoughts with silence.

“But, they turn the heat off after midnight. It’s the middle of december, you’ll freeze in here.” You stated, genuine concern filling you, despite everything you and the boy had gone through.

“I didn’t freeze the last five days I slept here. I think I’ll live.” He mumbled, standing back up and tighten the hold on his towel. “Can you leave now so I can get dressed and sleep?”

It was probably because you chose not to, but you hadn’t noticed before just how tired Soonyoung had been looking the entirety of that past week in your dance classes. You were only just then remembering all of the quiet sighs, distant looks, and abnormally quiet moments. Your frown deepened as you thought about it more.

Your family knew his family pretty well, and your mother would’ve mentioned it if she knew something were up between Soonyoung and his father. Those two were the only family they had left after Soonyoung’s mother passed away when you were in Junior High. Yet, nothing had been said.

You knew that whatever had to have happened to bring him to such a low point of sleeping in a public locker room for a week straight must have been serious. You didn’t even have to think about it when you cleared your throat awkwardly and got him to look you in the eyes again.

Neither of you were expecting it when you spoke your next words.

“Why don’t you come home with me, then?”

Update on this, I posted part one. so... enjoy lmao. It’s 1am now, so Imma get off my laptop, but it’s been a productive day and I hope the anon who requested this enjoys it!

Here it is <3

Blooming Flower

Hi! Can I request a Hoshi x Reader hate to love kind of imagine???? I think it will be awesome!! If that's okay ^.^ THANK U IN ADVANCE❤❤❤

Ahhh akdjajdjnakajdjdkendjj!!!!!! Kwon Soonyoung is my ult and im ahdiandkej. Okay! Im beyond excited to write this, and it wont be just an imagine, I have plans to make it anywhere from 3-10 chapters long (?? Maybe) HOWEVER, can the anon who requested this hmu via another anon or private message. I just need to know if you want nsfw/smut or not, lmao.

P.S. If you do want nsfw imma need an entire bathtub of holy water to drown myself in please and thank you omfg im dead-

Seeing Red 3

header edited by me (@chogiwapadada) do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x f reader x kwon soongyoung (hoshi)

genre;smut (minors dni), honestly it’s filth

warnings; cam boy!woozi, sex on camera, threesome, ass play, anal, use of an anal plug, double penetration, impact play, dom & sub dynamics, use of the color system, sugar baby!woozi, sugar mama!reader, woozi called daddy, oral (m recieving), blindfold used, ropes used to bind to the bed, degradation, unprotected sex, after care, fluff at the end, i think that is all

word count; 9.8k and some change

svthub masterlist

a/n; part one  part two – since there was so much interest in a third part to camboy!woozi i wrote this final part. this will be also be linked to the seventeen peachybun-bun master list. continue supporting the svthub collab by checking out the other camboy!svt fics. this is the writers account for @chogiwapadada

[sugarwoo$i online]

Soonyoung grins at Jihoon in the elevator as the numbers count up. He was thrilled that you had decided to put them up in a fancy place instead of making him go over to Jihoon’s apartment. Granted it had gotten a lot nicer since you had come into Jihoon’s life. No more broken ass bed, no more couch with a broken middle section, and best of all no more broken ass air conditioner. 

Jihoon scoffed as he literally watched Soonyoung vibrating in place out of excitement. Rolling his eyes and raising a brow, Jihoon shifted his neck from side to side before blowing out a breath. “You need to chill out. I’m going to make you leave if you don’t. Literally, I’ll send your ass right back down.” 

The urge to mock his friend was right on the tip of Soonyoung’s tongue but he held it back because, fuck if he was going to go home after getting this far and lose this opportunity. Putting his hands up, Soonyoung stops bouncing in place and smiles at his friend again as the elevator dings one last time at the penthouse. “I’m chill, I’m like ice dude, so fucking chill.” 

“You’re a fucking moron and so am I for agreeing to this. Come on. The rules, do you remember them?” Jihoon takes a gold key card out of his leather jacket making Soonyoung’s mouth water as he watches the card slide into the reader as the beeps. “Fuck, yeah. Don’t touch unless you say so. Even if she says I can. You are in charge...at all times. If you say stop, I stop. Uh…fuck…um.” 

Jihoon stops walking when Soonyoung can’t seem to remember the rest of the rules. Turning to face his friend he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly. “Color system.” With the hint, Soonyoung makes a sound of approval and nods. “Yes you use the color system. Green, she’s good to go. Yellow, slow down or take a break. Red, stop everything.” 

Nodding, Jihoon gestures for Soonyoung to continue. “One more rule and then we can go on in and I swear to God…if you fuck this up for me. I will kill you. Literally murder you.” Soonyoung laughs, biting at his lip. “If the red light is on, you are Woozi, I’m Hoshi, and she is just our baby. Never say her name or Domino.” Jihoon takes another breath before rolling his eyes before pushing open the door letting Soonyoung follow. 

“Y/N?” You sit up on the couch at the sound of Jihoon’s voice, a smile crossing your lips as a rush of excitement makes your stomach give a little flip as you move to stand. “I’m in here, Jihoon.” Soonyoung lets out a breath hearing your voice before grabbing his friend’s arm. “Hang on…do I look ok? Like good enough for her? She’s so fucking pretty man.” 

Jihoon stops in his tracks and looks Soonyoung over with a smirk knowing the feeling very well. Shaking his head he shakes his head no. “No you don’t and you aren’t good enough for her and neither am I but here we fucking are. The world is a mystery, Soonyoung. Don’t…fuck…this…up.” Each word of his last sentence is drawn out and emphasized before he gestures for Soonyoung to get moving.  

Still leading the way, Jihoon makes it into the room first. His smirk gets bigger when he sees how you’ve dressed up for Soonyoung. You had opted for a black bodycon dress that hugged your thighs deliciously. Your neck and wrists adorned in jewels that caught the light as you moved towards him making him shake his head. “You look beautiful. Too beautiful.” 

You can’t help but to smile at his words as you lean in to kiss him as he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer as Soonyoung moves into the room watching you both closely. His mouth was already watering at the sight of you. The way you moved, the dress, the jewelry, your aura, the way Jihoon held you, it was all intoxicating. “I wanted to look pretty for Soonyoung. I bought a new dress. Do you like it?” 

The two men watch as you step away, your fingers sliding off of Jihoon’s hand as you turn on heels carefully. Jihoon glances at his friend with a slight scoff as he watches Soonyoung swallow with his mouth half open. “Yes baby, I love it. You look good in everything but I love when you show off your curves.” Soonyoung just nods and gestures his hands out, unable to speak, making you laugh softly as you meet his eyes. 

“Hi Soonyoung. I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to finally meet you.” He gasps in a breath and looks at Jihoon who groans and runs a hand over his mouth. “You are allowed to do what you want here Soonyoung. We aren’t in the bedroom yet. As long as you aren’t going to pounce on her.” Soonyoung thought about it, God he wanted to. You looked good enough to eat, and he wanted to, for hours until you were screaming his name. 

You smile at the man again as he shakes his head to regain his composure before he moves towards you when you extend your hand towards him. “Y/N…it is so nice to meet you. You are so fucking pretty. I mean, you are beautiful.” You laugh as he takes your hand before bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles gently. “Such a gentleman.” 

Jihoon rolls his eyes at you both as he moves to sit on the couch picking up your glass of wine crossing his ankle over his knee as he takes a long sip. “A real fucking gentleman. A true winner.” Soonyoung shoots him a look before he pets at your hand as you look at him like a shiny new toy before slowly taking your hand away. “I got you a present Soonyoung, I hope you don’t mind?” 

He smiles and puts his hand on his chest in awe as you move to pick up a box with a black bow on it. Jihoon raises a brow speaking against the glass, “You got him a present?” You glance back at him and nod. “I did, just a little thing. I wanted him to feel special.” Jihoon narrows his eyes slightly as you hand off the box to Soonyoung before leading him towards the couch. He waits for you to sit beside Jihoon before he sits beside you putting the box on his lap. 

“You didn’t have to get him anything Y/N. You are giving him more than enough.” You pout your lip out a bit as you look at Jihoon. Soonyoung waits patiently for you to let him know it is okay to open the gift, a smile on his lips. “Oh Jihoon, you know I like doing this. Just let me have fun. Please?” He groans and gestures towards the box as you smile and look to Soonyoung with wide eyes before biting at your bottom lip drawing his attention towards them. 

Soonyoung swallows hard almost forgetting what he was going to do when he sees how your teeth catch your lip, he wants to kiss you so badly but when you speak telling him to go ahead he furrows his brow and nods looking down before lifting the top of the box. Jihoon watches carefully before smirking a bit when he sees a silk tiger print shirt inside the box. “Fitting….very fitting actually.” 

“I know you said he liked the print so much. I saw it when I was buying my dress. It is so nice against the skin.” You reach into the box on Soonyoung’s lap running your fingers over the silk, the light pressure over his lap making the man take a breath as he watches your red fingernails run over the tiger print. He can’t help but grin when he looks up at you. “I love it, Y/N. Thank you.” 

You smile nodding as you move your hand letting him take the shirt out of the box holding it up so he can look it over. “This is the nicest shirt I own…hell it’s the nicest shirt I’ve ever owned…or seen.” You laugh softly, taking the box off his lap before tilting your head. “You should put it on Soonyoung. Make sure it fits, besides…I would love to see you in it.” 

Jihoon scoffs as you flirt with his friend as he tilts the wine back, swallowing the rest of it in one gulp before speaking again. “Put it on for her. I need more wine.” You glance at Jihoon before reaching to run your hand over his inner thigh making him sigh, calming him down some as he leans to kiss your jaw before standing up to get his wine. Your attention falls back to Soonyoung who smiles at you and furrows his brows. “Where is the bathroom?” 

A laugh falls from your lips as you reach up to brush your thumb over his cheek. “Are you shy?” He laughs leaning into your touch before narrowing his eyes slightly. “No, but I wasn’t sure…” You bite your lip glancing at Jihoon as he pours wine into the glass he had claimed as his before he gestures for you to go ahead. “Aw baby…let me help you if you aren’t sure.” 

Soonyoung laughs moving his hands as your fingers move to undo his button up slowly. His eyes on your face as he shakes his head before glancing over to Jihoon who raises a brow watching carefully. You let your fingernails gently graze over Soonyoung’s skin with each new button you pull open until his shirt is fully open. With a shiver he laughs again as your hands slide over his chest up to his shoulder pushing his shirt down. 

“You have to be a dream.” You shake your head before helping him take his arms out as you let your eyes travel over his torso. You can’t help but to admire the obvious work he had put into his body. Your mind wanders to all the wonderful things that were to come before you look back up meeting his eyes as you start to help him into the new shirt. “Don’t be silly Soonyoung. I’m very real.” 

Jihoon watches you slide the shirt on to his friend as he sits on the arm of a chair off to the side of the couch. He couldn’t help but smirk slightly at Soonyoung’s reaction to you, he had to admit to himself that he might enjoy watching you with him. Your pretty fingers working the buttons closed as Soonyoung’s eyes never left your face, he was completely enthralled with you. 

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” You smile as you speak, running your palm over Soonyoung’s chest down to his stomach making him suck in a breath. He laughs and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth before moving his arms to adjust the sleeves. “It does, just like butter.” You laugh and gesture for him to stand up, which he does quickly. The silk resting on his body so nicely, you make an approving sound before standing up to undo one of the top buttons and fix his collar as you move behind him looking over his shoulder at Jihoon. “What do you think, Jihoon?” 

The wine glass perched on his knee, Jihoon meets your eyes before looking Soonyoung over in the shirt before leaning to put the wine down on the coffee table. “He looks expensive and I think it’s time we move to the bedroom.” You smile as you run your fingers along Soonyoung’s sides, feeling the silk under your fingertips as he watches Jihoon move from the chair and towards the hallway. You finally move around the man in front of you offering him your hand when Jihoon’s voice carries back to you both. “I don’t like waiting, baby, you know that.” 

Your fingers laced with Soonyoung’s, you smile at him as he lets you lead him to the bedroom as he looks around in awe of everything. You were enamored by him and his almost contradictory nature compared to Jihoon. They were like two sides of a coin and you got both. Letting go of his hand you draw his attention back to you as he glances around for a camera furrowing his brow when he doesn’t see one right away. “Why aren’t we on camera right now?” 

Jihoon scoffs as he puts his leather jacket over the back of a chair before glancing up to Soonyoung raising a brow. “Because I can’t trust you not to be stupid. Not yet at least…” He looks to you with a smirk before giving you a come hither motion with his finger as Soonyoung watches your hips move from side to side as you make your way to Jihoon. “Soonyoung, in my bag there are some supplies for tonight. I want you to grab the ropes, the blindfold, and hmm…” 

You watch Jihoon trail off as he tilts his head when you get closer to him, his hands moving over your arms making chill bumps over your skin. He laughs quietly as you watch him, his hands moving to your hips to start gathering your dress up your thighs to your hips as Soonyoung moves to the bag trying to focus and find what he was told to find. “There is a small bottle of lube and a glass plug. Grab those too.” 

Soonyoung’s hands drop what few things he had picked up as he glances over as Jihoon mentions the plug only to see your dress around your hips. You keep your eyes on the man in front of you even as he glances over to his friend with an annoyed sigh. “Any day now…do you still want to be part of this? Or would you like to go home? I can call Jeeves and get him to take you back.” 

You laugh and shake your head as Jihoon mentions the driver. “His name isn’t Jeeves, no matter how many times you call him that.” Jihoon smirk widens as he leans into you reaching to grip your ass making you moan softly. “Then why does he answer to the name?” Soonyoung shakes his head and picks up all the items he had lost along with the remaining ones before moving towards the both of you almost shyly. 

“Because he is in service work Jihoon, but you should be kind to my drivers.” Jihoon shrugs slightly before looking at Soonyoung as he approaches before letting go of you completely to look over the items as if shopping. “I’ll consider it. He gives me the stink every time he sees me. He still doesn’t like me after the first trip to meet you.” 

You shake your head as you watch Jihoon pick up your blindfold putting it near the top of the bed before he does the same with the ropes before winking at you. “Color, Y/N?” Your eyes fall to the glass plug in his hand only making you pause for a moment before you meet his eyes once again. “Green.” 

Jihoon smiles at you before leaning to kiss you softly, almost a tender kiss before he moves around you patting the anal plug on his palm as he looks at Soonyoung who stands near you silently. “I think I like this version of you Soonyoung…I can actually think for once. You aren’t blabbering.” 

A scoff falls from the other man’s lips as he looks at Jihoon rolling his eyes. “You said not to fuck this up…and I’m trying to make a good impression on Y/N. I’d like for her to invite me back.” Jihoon laughs and gestures to the bed with the toy making you and Soonyoung look at it as he moves to the foot of it. “We will see what happens but as much as her consent does matter, Soonyoung…mine matters too. Make a good impression on me. Help our baby out of the dress she bought just for you.” 

Jihoon watches as Soonyoung stares at him for a moment considering his words before he turns to you and smiles much softer when you look at him. “Hi.” You find yourself unable to hide your own smile at his words as his hands move to your hips where your dress is bunched up. “Hello.” Soonyoung laughs only to cause you to do the same. 

“Oh my god, is this puppy love? You are both adorable but we don’t have all night.” You laugh again and look over to Jihoon as he crosses his arms scowling at you and Soonyoung as the other man slides his hands along your waist as he pushes your dress up further. “Yes we do Jihoon. We have all the time in the world. Enjoy this…Daddy.” 

When you call him Daddy, Jihoon raises an eyebrow and runs his tongue along his cheek. Were you being a brat? He knew you could be and he knew that you liked punishment just as much as he liked giving it out. “Oh I’ll enjoy it baby girl. Get the dress off of her Soonyoung.” Waving his hand over his shoulder, Soonyoung quickly returns to his task helping you out of your dress quickly as he sucks in a breath seeing you in your bra and panties in front of him. 

You feel your cheeks warm slightly under his attention before he runs his fingers between your cleavage waiting for Jihoon’s next command. “You are so pretty….fuck. Just standing here like this, your jewelry all sparkly in the light against your skin. I could eat you up.” You laugh and tilt your head wishing he would make good on his words but you knew who was in charge in this bedroom and who you belonged to in this relationship. 

Jihoon narrows his eyes as he moves to sit on the end of the bed tilting his head to look at Soonyoung’s fingers running down your stomach towards your panties before they stop short. At least he knew when to stop, Jihoon sighs quietly under his breath before shaking his head. “Speaking of her jewelry…help her take it off. If I decide to turn the camera on, she can’t be wearing it. No matter how good she looks in it. Nothing defining can be on Y/N…nothing that screams that she might be Domino.” 

Soonyoung smirks a bit and nods as you lift your wrist to him showing him the clasp of your bracelet. “Yeah, I get it. If your viewers saw her with diamonds dripping off her body they’d be even more suspicious. I know that one, what is it, cutie4woo? They already think that she is Domino.” Jihoon nods while watching his friend’s fingers work the clasp of the bracelet open before moving to sit it on the bed as you turn around and move your hair out of the way so he can do the same to your necklace. 

Reaching out, Jihoon slides his hand over your jewelry pulling it towards him before moving to stand. “There are some viewers who are more observant than others. Some who are more obsessed than others.” You and Soonyoung watch as Jihoon moves to put your jewelry on the dresser with a surprising amount of care before he turns back and raises his eyebrows at you both. “But it’s none of their fucking business who Y/N is or who she is to me.” 

You smile hearing the possessiveness in Jihoon’s voice. The slight growl under his breath going straight to your core as you watch him move back to the bed sitting down before he picks up the bottle of lube. “Baby I want you to lay on the bed. Soonyoung…put a pillow under her stomach so she is comfortable with her hips up, oh and take off her panties.” 

Soonyoung watches you lay on the bed as he picks up a pillow only to falter when Jihoon tells him to take off your panties. A grin spreads on his face as he tilts his head and lets out a small sound of appreciation. “Would be my pleasure. Here, let me help you, pretty girl.” You smile at Soonyoung as he lays the pillow down and he offers you his hand as he helps you move on to the bed like Jihoon wants you. 

“He’s such a gentleman. Jihoon…I might want to keep him.” Soonyoung’s cheeks warm slightly even as Jihoon scoffs at you and leans over. He runs his thumb over your cheeks before narrowing his eyes at you. “We will see what happens tonight. Right now he’s so slow at following directions he isn’t being very helpful.” 

You laugh softly, feeling Soonyoung’s hands slide over your hips before his fingers hook into your panties pulling them down slowly. His eyes devour what’s in front of him as he smirks speaking to Jihoon. “I don’t think Y/N is complaining about my speed.” You bite your lip as Jihoon’s thumb presses against your chin before he glances back at Soonyoung whose head is tilted as he sees between your legs in person for the first time. 

“I said to impress me Soonyoung, not to piss me off. Now move, sit up here. You can let Y/N have something to bite on. I’d recommend your fingers. Keep your dick in your pants for now.” You smile as you feel Soonyoung’s fingers trail to your feet as he finally pulls your panties from your legs completely and steps away reluctantly. “Why not my dick?” 

“Because…I said so. First of all and secondly, because I make them beg for dick Soonyoung. You really don’t watch my shows.” Soonyoung’s brows shoot up as he grins to Jihoon’s words as he moves around the bed. He sits beside you looking down as you smile at him, wiggling your hips almost cutely as Jihoon moves to stand on the other side of you. 

“You are so cute, even when you know he’s going to do something intense to you. It’s wild…I could fall in love with you.” You laugh biting at your bottom lip as Jihoon rolls his eyes at his friend’s words before he runs his hand over your ass before bringing his hand down hard over your soft skin making you close your eyes with a gasping moan. “Change the subject. No one is falling in love…with anyone.” 

You can’t help but to furrow your brows to Jihoon’s words as he almost seems to pause after the word love before his hand rubs over your ass soothing the burn. Soonyoung scoffs and reaches to brush your hair out of your eyes before letting his fingers trail over your cheek towards your lips. He outlines them as you part them slightly making him groan, his free hand moving to rub over his obvious erection. “Then we just won’t talk about that right now Jihoon. I’ll use her mouth like you said.” 

Soonyoung gasps lightly when you run your tongue over his fingertips before he smirks. “That’s right get ‘em nice and wet.” Seeing you both finally busy, Jihoon sighs, shaking his head as he opens the lube pouring some on to his fingers as he uses his other hand to keep your ass open for him. “It might be a little cold baby and some pressure…just relax and focus on Soonyoung.” 

You furrow your brows and nod before looking up at Soonyoung who winks at you before running his thumb over your bottom lip. “I got you pretty girl. It’s gonna feel so good, you know Jihoon wouldn’t do anything you don’t like.” You knew he was right and you and Jihoon had talked about this before but when you feel his fingers circle your hole you can’t help but let out a surprised sound. 

“Color?” Jihoon stops moving and Soonyoung just watches you waiting when they hear you let out a laugh as you press your mouth against your arm for a moment before lifting your head. You finally push your ass back towards Jihoon’s fingers as you meet Soonyoung’s eyes, “Green…just take care of me. Both of you.” 

Jihoon’s free hand on your ass holds you tighter at your request as he furrows his brows. His stomach doing a flip, he was having a lot of reactions to you that he wasn’t really used to tonight. “You know I will, baby. Always.” Soonyoung raises a brow at Jihoon’s words before smiling at you and biting at his bottom lip. “Course, beautiful.” 

When Jihoon’s finger slowly begins to work into you it is almost overwhelming but you were lucky to have the distraction he had planned as Soonyoung slides his fingers into your mouth letting you moan around them. Jihoon groans under his breath as he works a second finger into your ass after adding a bit more lube as he sees how wet you are becoming. His cock so hard he is afraid he might cum in his pants at the sight of you before he gets the plug into you. 

Soonyoung gasps trying to keep his own hand off his pants as your tongue works around his fingers. Your mouth was like a wet dream, the way you would suck his fingers and then almost gag around them when Jihoon’s fingers hit you deep. He couldn’t wait to see what else he would be able to experience with you but he was learning he had more patience than he even knew. 

Jihoon’s fingers slowly scissor into you as your hands grip at the bedding until you are practically drooling around Soongyoung’s fingers when you feel your first orgasm of the night building hard and quick. With a whine around the fingers against your lips you push back hard against Jihoon letting go without asking, the idea of what punishment might follow not enough on your mind with how overwhelmed you felt by the new feeling. 

A groan falls from Jihoon’s lips when he watches you cum, his fingers slowly coming to a stop as he reaches for the plug offering it to Soonyoung. “Put some lube on this.” Soonyoung nods and takes the glass plug doing as he was told quickly before moving towards Jihoon only to groan when he sees what he has been missing. “Holy fuck…” 

Jihoon nods at his friend’s words before he slides his fingers from you and they both watch you clench around nothing for a moment. “Oh my god…put it in!” Jihoon smirks and leans to press a kiss to your ass as you whine and raise your voice. “Shh baby. Patience.” You didn’t want to have patience, you wanted to get fucked and right now you felt empty. 

Soonyoung lets Jihoon take the toy from him as he reaches over to run a hand down your back trying to calm you down. His eyes widen as he watches Jihoon slowly work the toy into the place of his fingers as your hips lift and push back while you moan so sweetly. Soonyoung groans, his nails raking down to your hip as he holds you keeping you grounded. “You did so fucking good. Fuck, you look so good. Jihoon…”

You lick your lips trying to catch your breath as you try to adjust to the feeling of the plug inside of you on top of hearing Soonyoung praise you. Jihoon looks up to his friend when he says his name only to smirk seeing the hungry look on his face. “Get the camera and laptop out of my bag Soonyoung. It’s almost time to start the show.” 

Woozi watches Hoshi roll his neck as he moves back over to the bag taking out the laptop and camera moving back to the bed as you are moved up to the top of the bed. You lick your lips and lift your back when Woozi whispers in your ear. His fingers make quick work of your bra so that you are left naked on the bed in front of the two men. 

“That’s a good girl. Here lift your head too.” You do as you are told as Woozi sits down beside you. The red lace blindfold in his hands, he carefully helps you put it on making sure your face is properly covered before he moves to let you rest as he helps Hoshi set up the camera and he goes over the last few things before pressing the go live button. 

You watch Soonyoung stay off to the side, he winks at you as he watches Woozi open the show in his usual way. You can’t help but to smile at him as you move to lay on your side, keeping your body hidden mostly from the camera by Woozi’s as he sits in front of it. He laughs as the usual people begin to show up and the sounds of tips and comments start to flood in. “Always observant. I am with our baby. Actually we have another special guest. They will be out in a few minutes too. Be patient.” 

Woozi’s fingers work the buttons open on the sleeves of his shirt as he reads over the comments. “It is a nice room. You all are so generous I like to splurge every once in a while.” He narrows his eyes and purses his lips. “cutie, I’m not sure. Domino might join in chat tonight, or she might not. That’s her business. Worry about your own.” Hoshi smirks and runs his fingers over his lips as Woozi scolds the viewer before he looks back at you as you take in a deep breath. 

You smile as Hoshi mouths the word “color?” to you. Moving to rest your jaw on your hand you mouth back, “green” making him smile as he nods, turning his attention back to Woozi who has started working a few buttons open on his shirt as he answers a few comments. “Are you that eager to meet our guest?”  He scoffs and gestures his head to the side for Hoshi to move into the camera. Seeing the cue, Hoshi takes a breath and moves to sit on the bed a bit back from Woozi before looking into the camera for a moment with a smile before he looks at the laptop. 

“This is my friend Hoshi. He is going to help me take care of my Princess tonight. I know he is wearing a fun shirt…” Woozi glances over his shoulder to Hoshi who smirks at him before he looks back at the camera with a shake of his head. “Anyway, as usual you will respect my guests.” 

Hoshi leans to read some of the comments, a smile taking the place of the smirk as he sees the compliments about him. He glances to the camera and winks only for there to be a rush of tips making Woozi scowl slightly before he lets out a low laugh. “Seems like they like you Hosh. Why don’t you join our baby at the head of the bed.” 

“Sure.” With a nod, Hoshi turns to look at you, making you laugh as he crawls towards you when you reach out for him. Woozi slides off to the side so the camera can see you both a bit better as he slides his shirt from his shoulders raising a brow when Hoshi sits on his hip next to you, his fingers simply sliding over your cheek as he waits. “You can kiss her, you’ve been good enough so far and we know she’s been an angel all night. Baby, help Hoshi get that shirt off. It’s starting to hurt my eyes.” 

Hoshi narrows his eyes at Woozi before he looks at you again and smiles before leaning down to grip your chin with his fingers as he leans in to press his lips to yours for the first time. You smile against his lips before parting yours, letting him slide his tongue into your mouth before he pulls back in surprise. “You taste like cinnamon.” 

A laugh falls from your lips as you move to press your lips back to his as you move to your knees, your hands finding the buttons of Hoshi’s shirt as you slowly start to work them open as his hands move to your hips, one hand sliding over your ass making you gasp when you feel the plug a bit more obviously once again. 

Woozi watches the two of you for a few moments as he leans back on one of his hands, a smirk playing on his lips as his free hand rests over his bulge in his jeans. His eyes are drawn to the laptop at the sound of larger tips. He laughs and shakes his head, “There’s Domino. You’re right. They are moving pretty slow.” Woozi moves to stand moving to the other side of the bed, laptop in hand. He only sits once he is next to you, his eyes traveling where Hoshi’s hands move over your back. 

The laptop on the bed within sight distance, Woozi keeps his attention on you as you discard Hoshi’s shirt onto the floor with a moan when your breasts press up against his chest. Hoshi’s hands sliding lower once again over your ass as he dares to let his fingers touch the glass plug. Woozi’s hand grabs his wrist making the other man pause. “No, keep your hand there. You weren’t going to ask but by all means…” 

You bite your lip as Hoshi meets Woozi’s eyes over your shoulder when Woozi’s fingers move over Hoshi’s making him shift the plug inside of you. Your eyes closing your thighs quiver as you hold on to Hoshi for stability when Woozi smirks. “Feel good baby?” You whine out a yes pushing your ass back towards their hands as Hoshi licks his lips, his eyes never leaving Woozi’s. 

Hoshi lets out a slow breath as your hand slides over his thigh before grabbing at his cock through his jeans when Woozi uses his fingers to pull on the plug only to push it back. “Careful pretty girl…careful with the goods.” You mutter out a sorry, turning your mouth towards his neck to press soft kisses along his skin as Woozi laughs at his words. 

“What, you can’t handle a tight grip Hosh? Baby, take his cock out. Give him a little attention, he doesn’t need those pants anymore.” Woozi’s hand slides from Hoshi before he pulls at your hips sliding you back as you whine. Your hands move straight to Hoshi’s pants as your eyes look up at him through your blindfold making him groan as he brushes your hair from your eyes very slightly. 

Woozi watches you and Hoshi carefully for a moment as the man lifts his hips while you help him out of his jeans and briefs, making him groan when the air hits his painfully hard cock. The sounds of tips flooding in making Woozi annoyed and amused at the same time. “Greedy sluts.” He glances to the camera and then to the chat reading over the comments as they compliment Hoshi’s body. 

“Enjoying the view?” A scoff falls from Woozi’s lips as he moves around the bed to pick up the ropes smacking his hands with them as you move to put Hoshi’s clothes on the floor as he pants for a deep breath. His eyes watch you and Woozi carefully as he licks his lips. “There are a lot of little whores in the chat who would gladly suck you dry Hoshi. Even more who would apparently be happy to be your toys and ride you all night long.” 

Hoshi smirks but looks at you as you run your fingers along his abs admiring the veins near the base of his abs towards his pelvis. “Baby?” You look over your shoulder when Woozi calls for you. A smile crossing your lips before you bite at your bottom lip when you see the ropes. “Yes Daddy?” 

Woozi smirks and leans in as you move towards him, a free hand moving to grip your face as he pulls you close, kissing you almost tenderly before leaning to whisper in your ear handing you the ropes. You blink a few times but nod before whispering a yes. Hoshi furrows his brows as you turn back to him before he offers to take the ropes and you shake your head. “Hoshi…move to the middle of the headboard for me?” 

“Huh?” Hoshi glances past you to Woozi as you wait for him to follow your words. Smirking again Woozi gestures for Hoshi to move only making the man furrow his brows again as he does. “I thought the ropes were for her Woozi…” A laugh falls from Woozi’s lips when Hoshi speaks to him. He nods and bites his lip as he moves towards the head of the bed watching you completing your task as you tie Hoshi’s hands to the bedposts. 

“Well you thought wrong. I thought you wanted adventure? To have “a little fucking fun?” Relax buddy.” You gasp when Woozi’s hand comes down on your ass a bit harshly before rubbing softly over the warm spot as you finish your knot. Looking at him you smile making him laugh a bit when he tilts his head. “You are such a good girl tonight. Taking everything we give you without a single complaint. Doing everything you are told.” 

Woozi’s hand runs over your hair before he grabs your chin tilting your head back as he leans to kiss you again as Hoshi watches. The man’s hands tugging lightly on the ropes as he narrows his eyes some, his cock resting back on his abs twitching slightly at the sight in front of him. 

“Princess?” You hum in response to Woozi’s words as he tugs at your hair pulling your neck back as he runs his teeth along your jaw. “Do you want a present?” You smirk and lick your lips with a soft moan as Woozi’s tongue runs along your throat after he speaks. You have to gasp out a yes in order to answer him. With a growl Woozi grips your ass and speaks against your shoulder before pulling back to look at you. “Suck him off, but don’t make him cum yet.” 

You smile as Woozi’s fingers move from your body slowly, almost lingering before he backs away from you gesturing towards Hoshi who looks at you with hungry eyes. “Hey baby.” You laugh softly as you crawl towards him biting at your lips. “Hi Hoshi. Are you comfortable?” He laughs and flexes his arms trying to move them with a sigh and a shake of his head. “As much as I can be but I think with what is about to happen I won’t care.” 

Woozi scoffs at Hoshi’s words before he moves around the bed bringing the laptop with him. “You have no idea what you are in for.” Hoshi glances at Woozi and scoffs before looking back at you. “I’ve gotten plenty of head before Woozi. I can handle it.” Woozi glances at the camera and then to chat with a laugh as the chat agrees with him when you run your hands over Hoshi’s thighs moving to the side so they can still watch what you are doing. 

“Hoshi…” He smiles, lifting his hips slightly as your fingers get close to his cock resting on his stomach but not quite touching as you run the tip of your finger over the veins you had been admiring earlier. “Hmm? Yeah doll?” You bite your bottom lip before looking up at him as you finally wrap your hand around his length making him groan softly. 

“I love these veins…they are so sexy.” Your hand lazily moves over his cock as you use your other hand to trace a vein all the way to the base of his shaft as you let out a soft gasp. Hoshi laughs, leaning his head back. “You are so cute…fuck. That feels good but baby…he said to suck me off not tease me.” 

Woozi slides a chair closer to the bed as he sits the laptop on the bed before undoing his belt and jeans before sitting down with a smirk. Hoshi raises a brow and laughs as he glances over. “Mmm Woozi’s gonna get off on watching. That’s pretty hot, something I didn’t think I’d ever see.” You glance over to Woozi as he winks at you, his hand sliding over the bulge in his briefs before he nods his head towards Hoshi. 

“He likes it when I am in control when it comes to this part, Hoshi.” You look up at the man tied to the bed as you finally lean in, running your tongue around his head making him grunt as he lifts his hips trying to thrust into your mouth. You smirk slightly before turning your head to the side not letting him get his way before you lean down to run your tongue along his abs. Hoshi groans, closing his eyes as Woozi laughs quietly. 

“I’m going to get off on you being rendered speechless.” Hoshi wants to have some witty comeback but when your tongue traces the length of the vein from his pelvis to his cock he can’t think much less speak. Woozi lifts his hips sliding his jeans and briefs down before kicking them off. His cock simply rests back against his stomach as he leans back in the chair watching. 

You moan softly as you press soft kisses along the length of Hoshi’s hard cock before you reach his head where pre-cum has begun to drip out almost profusely. You can’t help but you smirk when you glance up at the man as he gasps for a breath when you take him into your mouth for the first time and you hollow your cheeks around him. The sound of the headboard straining to keep him in place is like music to your ears when you let his tip hit the back of your throat. 

“Oh fuck!” Hoshi gasps out the words, his nails pressing into his palms as he feels tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as your mouth moves over him, your thumb running along the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. “I’m…oh!” You suddenly pull back with a pop of your lips making Hoshi’s eyes widen dramatically when you pull him from his climax just moments from completion. 

Your name is right on his lips, you can see it and so can Woozi but you are quicker leaning up to kiss Hoshi quickly shushing him. “The red light is on. Remember the rules.” He gasps for a breath on your lips as his cock rests back against his abs twitching for attention. “Sorry, oh my god. I…” You smile on his lips as he shakes his head making you laugh. 

Woozi’s brows relax when you are able to stop him from saying your name. The panic that was creeping over him caused him to tense up, fading away as he took a breath as Hoshi also started to relax. Shaking his head, Woozi moves to stand slowly stroking his own length as he tilts his head with a bit of a smirk. “Hoshi, do you think you can handle her sitting on your cock without busting a nut immediately?” 

Hoshi glances at his friend and leans his head back as you run your fingers along his neck trying to calm him down further. “Give me a minute and then…yeah I can handle it. I underestimated you pretty girl. I’m sorry, I won’t do that again.” You laugh softly as you lean to press a gentle kiss to his chest as he licks his lips before closing his eyes. “It’s okay Hoshi, Woozi underestimated me the first time too.” 

With a laugh Hoshi tilts his head and looks at Woozi who scoffs before moving on to the bed. He moves the laptop towards Hoshi so that all three of you can see the comments while he moves in behind you. His hands run along your back before he grabs your waist and pulls you over Hoshi’s thighs making you gasp. “Mm I did. I can admit that, but my beautiful little baby seems to constantly underestimate me.” 

Woozi pulls you back against his chest as he runs his hands along your stomach before one dips between your legs making you moan his name. The other finds your throat squeezing lightly as you lean your head back on his shoulder. Hoshi watches with a small groan as you whine out as Woozi runs his fingers through your folds and circles your clit almost harshly. “Just let us know when you are ready to play Hosh.” 

Groaning softly, Hoshi licks his lips before glancing at the comments reading over them. Woozi watches his friend for a moment before he runs his tongue along your neck, making you whimper before he speaks. “What do the comments say?” 

Hoshi smiles and nods, tilting his head as you grip at his thigh when Woozi’s finger dips into your entrance just slightly. “They are begging to watch us fuck her. They want to see you take that plug out of her ass and see you fill it with your cock.” Woozi laughs when you gasp before he nods, taking his finger from you. “I think we can handle that. Right baby girl?” 

You lick your lips and nod only to feel Woozi’s hand slide along your neck up to your face as he tilts your head towards him. His voice is quieter than normal as he speaks to you. “What color are you?” You open your eyes meeting his as you say green but he doesn’t let you go. “Do you want this? Talk to me baby.” 

Hoshi watches swallowing hard furrowing his brows before you lean to kiss Woozi speaking on his lips. “I want this. I’m happy.” You laugh softly and Woozi smiles on your lips as you continue to speak. “I want you both to fuck me.” He nods and kisses you once more before letting you go so you can move closer to Hoshi. 

“I’m good now, but I’d like my hands.” Woozi looks at his friend and laughs before raising a brow as he puts his hands on your hips. “I’ll untie you in a minute. Be patient. Here baby, grab him.” You nod with a small whine when Hoshi reacts to your hand around his cock as Woozi helps you position yourself over him. “Nice and slow. Feel good?” 

You moan out a soft yes as you let your hand move from Hoshi only to rest your hands on his chest for some stability when you sit fully over him. “Feels so good.” Hoshi grunts trying to stay still as you clench around him as you struggle with the fact of how full you fill with the plug inside of you. 

Woozi runs his hand over your back down to your ass as you rock slowly over Hoshi wanting any stimulation. “I didn’t say to move. Stop or I won’t fuck you.” His words run through you making you stop immediately. Woozi smirks at Hoshi who curses under his breath still pulling at his arms. 

“Seems we all need to practice patience. No one is moving until I say so. Don’t be such needy little whores. Baby I knew you could be difficult when you were horny but Hoshi I’m learning so much about you.” Hoshi scoffs rolling his eyes as Woozi moves to lean over your back to untie his hands. 

The moment he has freedom, Hoshi runs his hands along your legs and flexes his fingers regaining some feeling in them. “I bet you are Woozi but our needy little baby is clenching around me like she’s going crazy. I think you should help her out before I do it myself.” 

You whine when Woozi challenges Hoshi with his gaze only to laugh. “You know better. You know what that would mean for you, so shut the fuck up and enjoy what comes next.” Woozi kisses your shoulder as his hands move over your hip till he reaches your ass spreading your cheeks as he leans back to admire you.

“You are already so full but you know I’m bigger than this measly little toy don’t you baby?” You moan out a yes as his fingers wrap around the base of the plug and he starts to ease it from you. The chain reaction causes Hoshi’s grip on your legs to tighten as he mutters for you to relax. “Baby, hey, hey…shh look at me. Focus on me. It’s gonna feel so good.” 

You nod as Hoshi moves his hand to your face cupping your cheek in his hand as his other hand moves to lace with yours. Woozi furrows his brows noticing the interaction but as you relax he reminds himself to thank Hoshi later. “That’s good Princess, listen to Hoshi and just enjoy it.” You whisper out a yeah to both of them as Woozi puts the plug to the side and picks up the lube to spread some along his length with a quiet groan. 

Woozi lines his head up with your clenching opening as Hoshi’s thumb glides along your cheek. His smoothing voice keeps you grounded as you begin to feel the burn and stretch as Woozi pushes into you slowly. With his eyes closed Woozi’s hand holds your hip, his fingers pressing into your skin tightly as he leans against your back when he finally bottoms out into you. 

“Color?” Woozi’s eyes open when he speaks to you and you don’t answer right away. “Is she okay?” Hoshi’s eyes look over your face as you gasp for a breath feeling overwhelmed and incredibly full. “Pretty girl…what color are you?” You lick your lips as Woozi’s hand slides along your arm up to your shoulder and finally to the other side of your face. His hand matches Hoshi’s when you say green. “Feels good, just so full. Go slow.” 

Woozi nods at Hoshi before he starts to thrust into you causing you to move over the man below you slowly. You and Hoshi are moaning in unison as Woozi bites at his lips, stifling his own groans. He knew with how wound up he was, how tightly you were pulling him in, clenching around him…he wasn’t going to last long. 

Hoshi throws his head back with a grunt as your walls clench around him. He bucks up into you once and apologizes as you and Woozi both let out sounds of pleasure. “Sorry, just you feel so good. I’m gonna fucking lose it. I need to cum. I’m right there.” 

You knew he was with how he was holding onto you. Words didn’t need to be spoken and neither man needed to hear you say that the coil that was tightening in you was snapping as you let out a moan of Woozi’s name. Your ass pressing back hard against him as Hoshi thrusts up into you. 

“Where do I? Woozi! Where do you want me to cum?!” The panic and arousal evident in his voice as he grinds his hips up into you. Woozi tries to think and growls not wanting him inside you anymore. He really didn’t want you filled with Hoshi’s cum. Without pulling out of you Woozi pulls you off of Hoshi’s cock and back against him causing Hoshi to growl this time. 

“In her mouth.” Woozi’s hand slides up your spine to your neck as he pushes you on all fours and towards Hoshi’s cock once again. You glance up at Hoshi as he holds his length up for your lips to wrap around. Hoshi groans loudly before losing himself in that moment as he cums into your mouth as Woozi thrusts into you pushing you down further over his friend. 

When Hoshi stops moving his hips, Woozi wraps his arm back around your waist to pull you back against his chest as he grinds his hips against your ass. His mouth against your ear as he groans telling you to cum for him to be his good girl. You nod and tell him yes as your brain screams, Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon over and over as your orgasm harder than you ever have. 

Woozi groans loudly against your neck as he follows you a moment later pulling out to cum on your lower back. Moving to rest his forehead on the back of your head he licks his lips before looking down to watch his cum slowly drip over your ass making him smirk before he kisses your shoulder. 

You find yourself a moment later in Hoshi’s arms as Woozi closes out his show and you hear the usual for the viewers to be good girls before the room is almost dead silent. Jihoon takes a breath and looks over to you as Soonyoung removes your blindfold, sitting it to the side as you yawn. “Soonyoung…I hate to be a dick but—“

Soonyoung laughs into a smile as he pushes your hair behind your ear and leans down to kiss your cheek before helping you lay on the pillows before cutting Jihoon off. “You aren’t being a dick. You want me to leave and I honestly want to go.” 

You furrow your brows as he whispers a thank you to you before kissing you once more before getting dressed as Jihoon pulls on a pair of spare shorts to lead him out. “I’ll be back, baby. Stay in bed. You are too weak to be up moving. I’ll help you get cleaned up when I get back.”

Nodding you whisper a yeah and nuzzle into the pillow as Jihoon and Soonyoung leave you to rest as they walk out of the room. Jihoon runs a hand over the back of his neck as Soonyoung turns to look at him with a smirk. “It was fun dude. If you all decide you need some spice you know where to find me.” 

Jihoon can’t help but smirk a bit at his friend's words as he nods before walking him towards the door. “Yeah maybe. It’s not…we aren’t…” Soonyoung laughs, cutting Jihoon off again before patting him on the shoulder. “You better go back in there and tell that beautiful ass girl how you feel before I change my mind. Now goodnight Woozi.”

With a quick wave without letting Jihoon respond, Soonyoung closes the door letting his friend consider his words. Swallowing hard, Jihoon turns back towards the bedroom and you open the door, unable to stop the slight smile that comes to his face as he sees you laying on the bed. He knew you were exhausted, sweaty, and sticky but fuck if you weren’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

“Get it together Jihoon…” He mutters to himself before moving into the room and over to the bed to run his hand over your back making you stir from a half dozed state. When you smile up at him, Jihoon can’t help but to smile back. “Hey…let’s get you in the bath.”

You whine instantly and he laughs knowing you would complain. “You know the rules baby.” With Jihoon helping you even with legs that feel like jelly you make it to the claw foot tub and find yourself resting back against his chest in warm water as he runs a washcloth over your skin. 

“Y/N?” You hum an acknowledgement and Jihoon furrows his brows, licking his lips as he slides the washcloth over your shoulder and then between your breasts from behind you. “I think I’m gonna cut back on the number of shows I do.” 

You furrow your brows and glance back at him wondering if you have done something wrong to make him not want the shows or if you’ve made them bad but seems to sense that and laughs. “You didn’t do anything. I just don’t want to do them as much. I think I wanna try to just spend more time together off camera. If that’s cool with you?” 

Nodding you feel your cheeks warm slightly as you swallow hard, your own feelings you had kept pressed down for the man holding you begging to come to the surface. “Yeah if that’s what you want to do Jihoon. I’m fine with that.”

He smiles and leans to kiss you but this kiss almost takes your breath away. The way his tongue glides into your mouth and along your tongue as he simply holds you to him. Jihoon stops but doesn’t move, only resting his forehead against your temple as he sighs furrowing his brows, making you worried again. 

“I told myself I wouldn’t fall for you. That this would be easy. Just sex…but fuck I guess I fucked up.” You lean back from his face to look at him with a questioning look on your face. “What do you mean you fucked up?” 

Jihoon laughs and reaches up to run his fingers along your jaw before trailing them along your neck as he seems to admire you. “Don’t make me say it.”

You smile almost teasingly as you lean to kiss his wrist knowing what he means now. “I want to hear it.” 

Sighing Jihoon leans his head back and laughs again. “You are going to be the death of me.” You laugh as he does before reaching to take his chin in your hand this time turning his head towards you. “Tell me that you love me Jihoon.” 

He meets your eyes and lets out a breath and nods, “Yeah, I love you.” A smile crosses your lips as you lean in to kiss him shifting to turn towards him straddling his lap. Jihoon’s hands sliding up your back as he smiles on your lips before speaking on them. “Say it back.”

You laugh on his lips as you nudge your nose against his and brush his hair back. “I love you too baby.” Jihoon smirks into the kiss and pulls back to look at you. “I could get used to hearing that on your lips.”

His hands hold you close as you smile down at him as you laugh again and nod, “Well you better because you are going to be hearing it a lot.” Jihoon smirks and snakes his hand up into your hair before pulling you back down to his lips. “That’s fine with me, but between the two of us. I don’t like to share what's mine.” 

You moan on Jihoon’s lips as his tongue slides back into your mouth. His hand is holding on to yours as he laces his fingers with yours rendering you speechless and happy. 

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I want this man in ways that concern feminism-

Like a Lollipop

literal crack cause hoshis abs make me wanna [redacted]

warnings: porn and my horny gross thoughts

"Soonie?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"if i ask you something can you promise not to laugh at me?"

Soonyoung looked down at you from his spot on the couch, his head tilting to look you in the eyes as you rested your head on his chest.

"you know i cant promise that baby"

"ugh just promise me" you pouted "youre supposed to make me feel safe and accepted"

"yeah but im also supposed to make fun of you when you say something weird. its written into the agreement we signed when we started dating"

you slapped his chest. his glorious, muscled chest.

"soonyoung! im trying to be serious!"

"ah! fine i wont laugh!"

you sighed, resting your head back onto soonyoung's chest. you trailed your hand up his abs, feeling each curve of strong muscle before finally voicing what had been on your mind for hours.

"can i lick your abs?"

a strangled sound came from your boyfriend's throat. one you could tell meant he was trying his hardest not to laugh at what youd just asked him.

"and youre asking me this becaauuusee?"

"im asking because theyre hot" you lifted off of him, situating yourself between his thighs, your face pressed lightly against his stomach while you looked up at him through your eyelashes. "and i want to taste you soonyoung" you lifted his shirt up, revealing the sculpted muscles. you raked your hand down towards his cock, palming the still-soft member lightly "i want to taste all of you"

soonyoung sighed breathlessly "oh."

"yeah" you trailed off, bringing your face back down to his cock, pressing yourself against his growing length like the horny bitch you were "dont you want me to taste you soonie? lick you up?"

you didnt give him a chance to respond before you moved your head up his body, dragging your wet tongue along his happy trail and up his abs.

soonyoung gasped underneath you, his head tilting back against the arm of the couch as he watched you lick the muscles he worked so hard to maintain. you were praising every inch of him so well, and as much as he had wanted to tease you for your odd request, he couldnt lie that it was hot seeing you so needy for him.

you continued palming him through his sweats, his now fully-erect cock twitching with each pass your hand made over him.

you continued looking up at him through your lashes, teasing him with your tongue.

"look at you soonie, letting me lick you like this. you really are such a whore for me huh? letting your girlfriend lick your abs when your dick is right here just waiting for me to lick on it too." you emphasized your point by speeding up your hand against his dick, caressing his hardness through his sweats, just rough enough to push him over the edge like you knew it would.

soonyoung didnt last long after that. the mixture of your soft licks against him and the way you dirty talked was just too much, too fast. he came hard, hot spurts of cum seeping through his sweats and sticking to your hand through the thin fabric.

you smirked, lifting your tongue off of his abs. he looked so hot like this: fluffy cheeks all pink and pouty from the embarrassing ordeal of cumming in his pants, his hair tousled and going every which way.

you loved how you could get away with things like this with him.

soonyoung grabbed your hand, forcing you to your feet with him. "oh no, were not done yet. you think you get to make me cum in my pants and i wont return the favor?" he pulled you by your wrist towards your bedroom "no baby, youre in for a long night."

you also loved how intent on one-upping you he became when you made him cum fast.

with a giggle you followed him, praying to god that youd get another glimpse at those perfect abs. maybe hed even let you lick them again, since he so obviously liked it just as much as you did.

[author's note]

yeah man idk

Svt and what they prefer, ass or boobs? 🥰

Lots of love 4 U.🥰

ᝰ.ᐟ — SVT ⟢ ass or boobs

› nsfw is included ┆ smut — requested ꩜. minors dni.

PERFERS ASS ;

.ᐟ seungcheol, jihoon, mingyu, vernon : oh they are OBSESSED with their s/o’s ass they will slap, fuck, bite, mark, sleep on it, they do not care what they do for the love of god, & it’s so hot how much they love it, even in public they do not gaf, they will hit it to make sure everyone knows your his, secretly ( not so much ) their favorite position is doggy-style when it comes to having intimacy.

PREFERS BOOBS ;

.ᐟ jeonghan, junhui, seokmin, minghao, seungkwan : now they have INSANE boob play & i mean it when i say it, i just have this dirty thought that they’ll bury themselves into your chest, like they are not here to play they are serious when it comes to your tits & you know it will have little love bites all the time, even sometimes they’ll make it a bit swollen from how much they bite & suck it.

PERFERS BOTH ;

.ᐟ joshua, soonyoung, wonwoo, chan ; now these guys, can’t not pick for gods sake they just love’em both, also i have these vision that he will kiss you from your tits till your bum & that’s so hot like I’m crying, you also would have to know that splutters of cum would taint your boobs & ass like it’s canon for you both, god he would also fuck your ass & grope your tits at the same time, making you arch your back so hard.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! I hope you enjoy this anon, ily ! [ divders by @/ cafekitsune. ]

9 + 42 w hoshi pls!!

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9. “use your tongue.”

42. “you’re mine.”

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[08:34 p.m.]

the show playing in front you is long forgotten and the sound is drowned out. you don’t exactly remember how you got to this moment with soonyoung. tonight was just supposed to be a cute little netflix date. nothing too sexy.

but now you’re sitting on the couch, shirt halfway up, shorts at your ankles, and his lips kissing every inch of you and making their way down to that spot… nothing else could make you feel good right now.

“s-shit.. soonyoung please, you’re killing me right now..”

he smirks, deciding not to say anything as he continues to kiss your navel, slowly rubbing your thighs.

“oh my god, soonyoung,” you moan out, getting a little impatient. “p-please do something, anything..”

“you know what you want me to do, but i’m not gonna do it until you say it. what do i always say baby? use your words,” he makes eye contact with you as you whine out, lowly chuckling at how fucked out you already are.

“fuck - soonyoung, your tongue! use your tongue! use it please!”

not even a second after you say those words, he dives into your legs, his tongue mercilessly eating you out. you grip whatever you can of the soft couch as your back arches at the feeling - this insanely sweet feeling of soonyoung’s mouth in you.

“ahh, fuck, fuck - i’m getting close!” you moan out, and soonyoung sees an opportunity to get you over the edge. he sucks on your clit, and you are immediately done for. cum covers his chin and lips as he removes his face from your legs, swiping some of it off with his tongue.

you breathe heavily trying to calm down after that amazing orgasm, but soonyoung doesn’t even give you a chance to compose yourself. he pushes you down so your back is on the couch and gets on top you of you, his legs on opposite sides of yours.

he takes off his belt and begins unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes refusing to leave the lower half of his body as his dick comes into view.

“you really thought i was done with you? oh baby, that was just the beginning. you are so in for it now. you’re mine.”

-kenny

𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER ONE

pairing: gang leader! soonyoung x stripper! reader

word count: 2.3k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, mentions of violence, m*rder, and blood, stripper things, a steamy lap dance, reader gets fully nude, big dick! soonyoung, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.), reader falls for soonyoung, sex w/o condom (remember if they can’t wrap it, protect yourself please), kinda a slow burn for the start of the series!

playlist songs: everything you want - pap chanel, streets - doja cat, naughty girl - beyoncé

notes: ITS FINALLY HERE BABESSSS!! i’m so excited to share this series with y’all and i hope you enjoy it! <3 every chapter will include up to 3 songs inspired by the events of the story!

soonyoung sits alone in a dark corner of his faction’s warehouse, only a few spotlights illuminating their large meeting space - deep in thought. tonight, it was just him and his five most trusted guys, finishing what might’ve been their most difficult job yet.

soonyoung is the leader of one of the most infamous gangs in the region, known for their ruthless ways. they’ve murdered, gambled, brawled with other rival gangs. many of their incidents have ended in extremely close calls, with someone either near death or two steps away from handcuffs. but they didn’t care. this was they way of life they chose. anyone that dared come in their way, they eliminated them without hesitation.

“double check the duffel bags, and make sure not one bill is missing," soonyoung says as he gets up, going to wash away the rest of the blood remnants from his hand. their job tonight was taking out another gang’s higher ups, they and they put up a hell of a fight. soonyoung genuinely wondered if the close calls he got in that knife fight were even worth they amount of money they were promised. “i swear to god if he fucks up my income again, that’s his ass,” he grumbles, hoping that this would be over with faster than he thought.

when he finishes, he approaches the table where the rest of his comrades were. “well?” he says, watching one of the guys as he puts the last stack of paper through the money counter, the familiar sound of cash rustling through the machine.

“that’s it - all $40,000 from tonight’s job, boss,” one of the guys say, wiping his forehead, hissing when he brushes against a slight gash. soonyoung smiles for probably the first time all day, relieved that finally, he could get to do what he wanted to do.

“alright boys, gather up the bags and shut all of this shit down - i got the perfect place for us to spend some of this cash,” he presses a button opening a garage door as he walks out first, heading to a black suv.

——

“club illusion?” another one of his guys say as they pull into the club’s parking lot, viewing the neon purple and green signs. “not to question you soonyoung, but why here?”

he rolls his eyes and scoffs i’m the passenger seat, surprised at how not everyone was connecting the dots. “word is, they have the best and prettiest dancers here, and they might have some dealers here, heard they have the strongest shit too..” soonyoung says as he jumps out the car, fixing his jacket as he walks forward, everyone else exiting the car packing around him for protection.

the group walks past everyone in the long line, complaints and shouting starting to get louder the further they reached the entrance. but before soonyoung can sneakily bypass to get inside, one of the bodyguards stops them.

“yo, i’m pretty sure you see this line - what makes your think that you’re better than everyone else?” soonyoung smirks as he shows the patches on his jacket, signifying his affiliation and ranking. the guard’s eyes widen for a second, but he slips back into his demeanor.

“listen,” he says in a low tone for only him and the guard to hear, “i’ve had a long day, and i would really like to relax.. and you don’t wanna see me not relaxed,” the guard glances at the other men, meeting their menacing stares, and looks back at soonyoung.

“drop your weapons in the bin,” the guard says. soonyoung places his hand on the guard shoulders, smirking at him as he walks past. “wise choice,” he says as he drops his knife in the bin, the others following suites, chuckling as they walk past, some of them flicking him off.

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blue stage lights flood the club’s main floor as people sit on the tables and lounges, dancers in skimpy outfits, twirling on the poles and shaking their asses to the heavy bass. cash scatters some of the stage platforms, dancers teasing their audience by sexily covering themselves with it. the air smells hazy, a tinge of weed lingering in the atmosphere.

“forget i questioned you boss - we definitely needed to come here tonight,” he smiles, nodding his head at a dancer he made eye contact with. “i’m not leaving until i fucked one of these girls and have them screaming my name,” he says starting to drift away from the others.

“you guys are free to go where you want,” soonyoung says, eyeing his surroundings quickly. “if you run into any body, let me know and i’ll handle it.”

as the guys separate, soonyoung walks forward, observing the sights around him. as his mind takes it all in, the dj drops a beat and comes back on the mic.

“what’s up, club illusion!” the dj yells and the crowd responds appropriately. “we got some great dancers in the building and they got bills to pay, so show ‘em some love!” the audience cheers and more people continue to toss their cash on the stages.

“now coming to the main stage, one of club illusion’s sexiest, seductive dancers - welcome to the main stage, ms. sageeeeee!!” the crowd screams wildly as the lights dim and they focus on the main stage, soonyoung’s eyes immediately taking what was in front of him.

the music starts, the familiar “oohing” of the streets silhouette remix playing with through the speakers.

and that’s when he sees you.

you confidently strut on stage, your black, glossy 8 inch pleasers striding one in front of the other, your strappy black bodysuit practically exposing all of your backside. once you reach the pole, you roll your head to the right and slide your hand up your body.

“put your head on my shoul-” the music switches and you go into a side spin, the crowd continuing to go crazy as you transition and hold a pose upside down.

as the song progresses and come to end, soonyoung can’t your eyes off you for one second. he’s enamored by you - your movement, your presence, not to mention how sexy you looked in that barely-there bodysuit. you strike a final pose on the pole as the music fades. the audience continues to scream, bills covering the front of the stage.

after holding for a few seconds, you transition off the pole and gather your money, one of the bodyguards helping you down the steps when you’ve finished.

and that’s when you notice him.

from across the room, he looked like just another man in the club, but close up, you couldn’t deny how hot you felt when your eyes met each other’s. his all-black fit from his distressed jeans to his oversized jacket, his height, his black hair - he looked too good to be true.

as you begin to part ways, you wave and wink at him, hoping you caught his attention. he smirks at you, letting him know that the message was received. you blush inwardly as you turn back around, praying that he would at least rent out a section on the main floor, if not a v.i.p. room.

——

as soon enter the dressing rooms backstage, you’re met with showering compliments from some of the other dancers. you thank as many as you can as you reach your spot, freshening up in case you get called back again.

as you scroll through your social media after a few minutes, one of the bottle girls comes in to the room and approaches you. “sage!” she calls you, your head snapping up to meet her eyes. “oh hey, min! what’s up?” you say putting your phone down.

“there’s some guy that keeps asking for you in one of the vip rooms, he looks kinda cute too,” she smiles nudging at your shoulder. “you better hop on that before someone else does,” she walks away heading back with her empty tray. you pause and think before you finally make a decision.

“wait, min - which room is it?”

“should be room 3!” min winks at you before going back to the main floor.

—

you’re never nervous about vip room experiences. so why now? why do you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest?

you’re embarrassed at your conflicting emotions. never once has a customer gotten you flustered. but then again, your customers don’t usually have an air of mystery and attraction hanging over them.

you breath out a huge, but silent sigh and pull yourself together. no matter how attractive the man downstairs was, he wasn’t gonna start making your falter.

you push the curtains away as you enter the dimly lit room, silently thanking the gods that min’s guess was right. there he was, sitting on the couch across from the pole platform. his eyes were on his phone, but now they’re completely focused on you. even closer, he still had you writhing. how could one human being look so insanely hot?

“so, you’re the man from the main floor,” you twirled your hair strands, smiling at him, walking toward him with your left arm crossed against your chest. “i heard you requested me by name. no one’s ever really done that before here,” you now are in front of him, getting dangerously closer to each other’s bodies.

“well they should more often, baby,” he says as he runs his fingers through his hair. “you’re too fucking phenomenal not to be called out by name.”

if you weren’t flustered earlier, you were definitely flustered now, desperately making sure it wasn’t showing on your face.

“speaking of names, you now know mine,” you sit next to and face him on the couch, crossing your legs. “but i don’t know yours.”

“soonyoung.”

“soonyoung,” you repeat, smiling to yourself. “i like that.”

“well soonyoung,” you say getting up from the couch, standing in front of him, slotting a leg between his. “i don’t normally give my customers choices, but i like you. do you wanna see me on the pole again? or would you rather you and i get a little closer?” you say as his hands begin to touch your body.

“i think you know where i wanna go with you,” he caresses your cheek, “i wanna see you dance on me, for me, pretty girl.”

—-—

your back faces his chest as you grind into him, his hands simultaneously roaming your thighs and playing with the straps of your bodysuit. beyoncé’s naughty girl plays through the speakers, your waist rolling in rhythm to the music.

you push your ass further on him, making sure you can feel all of him as he gets harder under your touch. “you know you can take it off right?” you say as you turn your neck toward his face. “in fact, why don’t you take it off for me?” you bite your lip hard as his hands reach further up, fondling your breasts.

after some time, he does as you ask, slowly taking off your bodysuit. you help him out as the material goes down your legs, and once it’s fully off, you toss to the front of the room.

“you’re so gorgeous,” he groans as he traces your folds, and it takes everything in you not to moan out loud. instead you muster a sigh as you turn around to have your body face front.

“if i told you i wanted to fuck you, right here in this position, how much would it cost me?” he places his hand near his jeans, hoping you were feeling the same way he did.

you pause to think about your options. “mmm, $500 sounds good to me.”

without hesitation, he pulls out a large wad of cash, thumbing through the bills and giving you a little bit more than $500. you swear he read your mind because before you can even ask, he opens his mouth.

“think of it as a nice tip,” he winks at you as you stuff the bills in your heels.

you slowly bring him in a kiss. he separates from you first, but you quickly bring him back in, kissing him with more fever. he unbuttons his jeans, zipping them down as his boxers come into view. you think you’re ready, but you’re still visibly stunned when he pulls his dick out. his thick length and veins on full display.

“damn, soonyoung,” you say biting your lip, nearly drooling. “you’ve definitely proved you have big dick energy.”

he laughs as he starts to pump himself for you, more pre cum beginning to gather at his tip. once he’s finished, he beckons you with his finger.

“make me feel good, my pretty girl,” he says as you sink down on him, both of you groaning out at the same time.

“sh-shit, soonyoung, fuck!” you hiss, holding onto his broad shoulders. “you’re so big and i feel so full,” you feel like you might cum already with his he was sheathed inside you.

when he finally starts moving, you feel like you’re seeing stars. the way he pounds into you, you can feel the coil in your stomach get tighter. after a few more minutes of him penetrating and you moaning soonyoung’s name, you finally feel it.

“o-oh, soonyoung, ‘m gettin’ close, shit, ‘m cl-clo, ah!” you nearly scream as you come all over his lower half, part of your juices on his black denim.

“well, uh,” you giggle, looking down at him. “that was something,” you brush your hair away from your face, finally looking in his direction. he smiles back at you, putting his dick back in his pants.

you pull each other for one last kiss, wanting to feel his touch just one more time.

“something tells me that it might be a minute before i see you again.”

“you never know, pretty girl. yeah i have busy job, but i can definitely make the time for you.”

who in svt do you think are most likely to have a size kink/manhandling kink/strenght kink?

ooh! i can see seungcheol, soonyoung, wonwoo, jihoon, mingyu, hao, and chan with these kinks! (and isn’t this basically svt’s main gymrat line dksjsjsjs)

they adore seeing how small you become when you’re enveloped in them or underneath them, dare i say, it even gets them hard as a rock. some would probably even say things like, “so you’re cute and small like this, imagine when i fuck you..” or “i can’t wait to fill up your tiny holes with my big dick..”

all would love to pin you down to the bed or any other surface for that matter (with consent ofc)! now when it comes to manhandling, some members i think are more into it than others, and i think those are cheol, gyu, and chan! especially if they were riled up, they would love tossing you around like a ragdoll. again not saying the others wouldn’t be into it, but they may need some more convincing or bribing for them to go through with it.

Yes to all of this

Kinktober Day 2: Dacryphilia + Soonyoung

For 🐯

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: 718

Warnings: dacryphilia, piv sex, creampie, subby soonyoung, praise kink, dirty talk

Soonyoung whimpers beneath you, his arms stretched above his head and his fingers tangled up in the sheets. He arches his back and lets out a broken cry, his face screwed up in pleasure as your hips slam into his, over and over and over again. 

You know he loves when you ride him like this, when you fuck him, when you use him how you want, and it only gets more obvious when he starts running his mouth. 

“So good, baby, so good. So fucking hot and- shit, fucking wet and perfect around my cock. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please.”

His sharp gasp echoes around the room when you tilt back and brace yourself on his thighs, the angle letting the head of his dick drag against your g-spot with every thrust. You tighten up around him, hug the length of his cock with your walls, and as he sinks in and glides out, another noise joins the sound of your coupling. 

Little sobs are leaving Soonyoung, his chest shuddering with hitched breaths and weak whines, and when you look closer, you can see water gathering on his lash line. You’ve never fucked him to tears before, and before you can push it down, a smirk rises to your face. 

You love having such an effect on him, love that you can make him feel so good, he cries. Love that all you need to do is pulse your inner muscles and writhe on top of him, and he’ll look up at you like you’re an angel come to take him to heaven. 

His face is wet with tears now, his cheeks steadily growing redder and redder as your cunt swallows his dick, and you swear he’s never looked more beautiful to you before. You don’t care about your own pleasure anymore, all you can care about is making your pretty little boyfriend cry even more. 

So you move faster, bounce harder, clench down on him as tight as you can, and soon enough, each breath in is a sob and each breath out is a whimper. His cheeks glisten in the low light of your bedroom, his sounds filling the space along with the staccato smack of your hips against his and the wet noise of his cock pushing through your arousal. 

He has to be getting close, you can feel the way he’s hardening and jerking inside of you, but you don’t think he can gather enough words to warn you like he normally does. You know him well enough not to need it, anyway. Without breaking your rhythm, you move one of your hands down between your legs, rubbing your clit the way you know will get you there. 

You don’t really need to cum, but you know Soonyoung loves feeling you ripple and squeeze around him and right now, you want to give him everything he wants. You want to make him feel better than he’s ever felt before, you want him to know, without a single doubt, that you’re the best he’s ever had. That you're the best he’ll ever have, because he’s there’s no way he’s getting rid of you now. 

He stutters something out, something you can’t quite make out, and suddenly, he’s filling you with hot, white cum. It shoots out of his cock in spurts, painting your walls and bringing you over the edge, your cunt locking down around him as he cums and cums and cums. 

By the time it’s over, you feel so full that you could cry too. 

Instead, you bend forward, leaning over his body and cupping his cheeks with your hands as you whisper sweet nothings to him, dropping kisses all over his red, wet face. 

“So good for me, Soonyoung, you did such a good job.”

“Yeah?” He asks, his voice weak and broken and his eyes filling with tears once again. 

“Yeah, baby, so pretty when you cry.”

He smiles a small, proud little smile and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug and nuzzling his face in your neck. You’ll need to clean up soon, unfold yourself and stumble off to the shower together, but for now you can just be with him.  

“Can I make you cry next time?”

“You’re more than welcome to try.”

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SOONYOUNG MY BABY🤧🤧🤧🤌

Make it Make Sense [Part 2]

pairings: soonyoung x fem!reader, mild wonwoo x fem!reader

(ft. Jihoon and Seungkwan, some other made up characters who just happen to have similar names to Kpop idols if it shows up)

synopsis: you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate and best friend, wonwoo, yet you’re fucking his least favorite person, kwon soonyoung? make it make sense.

genre/warnings: explicit smut (minors DNI!!), unprotected sex but not really cuz it wasn't "real", cowgirl, creampie, exhibitionism(?), male masturbation, wonwoo has many horny thoughts, soonyoung is kinda possessive, nudity, hickeys, suggestive touching in public, use of profanity, vomit, period stains, mentions of food, fluff, angst, fwb, one-sided pining, SO MUCH jealousy, unedited because im still shy

wc: ~6k oops-

a/n: thank you all so much for your feedback on the first drabble 😭😭😭 tbh, i was shocked to see it so well received since this really isn't my realm of writing 🥺 i hope you all enjoy this next part just as much! jeon wonwoo is fricking filthy 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 As always, I would love to hear your thots thoughts. A special thanks to @sleeplessdawn for helping make wonwoo's character much spicier 😉😘 thank you for always supporting me!! filthy or not 😂

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It was never Wonwoo’s intent to overhear your muffled moans this late at night. 

The walls of your shared apartment were thin. His soundproof gaming headset did well to conceal the sounds of whatever was going on your side of the apartment, but the moment he took them off after his fifteenth round of Sudden Attack, he heard things that perhaps he shouldn’t have heard from his best friend. Your whimpering, his moans, muffled what he presumed to be praises, the occasional knock of the bed frame against the wall. Wonwoo knew it wasn’t right because it was you and admittedly he was embarrassed, but . . . it made him hard. 

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt his dick twitch in his shorts, flexing his abdomen in an attempt to control his erection. All the layers of briefs and shorts covering his member were  starting to feel rather tight. Wonwoo refused to look down, keeping his eyes trained on his desktop screen, the menu of the game blinking in front of him and reflecting off his spectacles. This was so messed up, getting high to the sounds of you having sex. It’s not that Wonwoo didn’t expect you to do such things – you were human and had your own needs too. However, this was the first time you’ve ever brought anyone home in the five years of the two of you living together. It was sinful to know you sounded heavenly. 

Suddenly, a shriek of satisfaction echoed through the empty hallways, riveting off Wonwoo’s bedroom walls. It was followed by a low chuckle that presumably belonged to your partner. 

“Fuck,” Wonwoo grumbled as he felt it twitch yet again – more intensely this time. He keeled forward, his hands flying to cup his dick. This was getting unbearable – he had to do something about it. Just as he was getting up out of his gamer chair, a soft warble from his computer sounded, indicating a new message on his Discord. 

$Coups: Another round?

Wonderful timing – truly, Choi Seungcheol. 

nowonwoo: Nah – tired. 

$Coups: k - night. 

Carelessly ripping off his headset and throwing it haphazardly onto his chair, Wonwoo quickly closed his browser and stumbled towards his bed. He flopped onto his bed, reaching into his shorts to relieve his member of all the restraints. A shaky sigh escaping his lips, he squeezed his eyes shut as he gingerly wrapped his hand around his phallus, in fear of the tactile stimulation being too much that he would scream and you would hear him. He started moving his hand from the middle of his shaft to the base, then slowly up towards the tip. It’s been a while since he’s masturbated, but the terrain was familiar, recognizing each ridge of his veins pulsing against his own touch. Precum dripped from his opening, sliding down the sides of his tip as he brushed his thumb over it. He used it as a lube to smoothen the return to the base. 

It was then when he heard another series of soft groans – probably the both of yours this time. Eager to get to his high, Wonwoo quickened his hand moving, the sound of his hand rubbing his slick all over his member filling the room. Feeling his own grunt bubbling from his chest, he clamped his forearm over his lips, harshly biting into the material of his sweater. 

Yet this wasn’t enough. 

It was as if he was a kid reaching for a pint of ice cream, where he had grown enough, but not enough for him to pull it from the shelf. 

Wonwoo needed more. 

This whole time, he had stopped himself from thinking about you. He could listen to you (not that he had a choice), but he refused to see you in his imagination. Instead, he tried thinking about the last few times he slept with his ex-girlfriend, Jiyoung, though they weren’t together anymore. It didn’t work, however, Wonwoo knowing well any feelings for the girl ended with their relationship; not to mention he was the one who broke it off. 

Hence, he let his mind wander to you. As he ran his hand up and down, he pictured it being your velvet walls hugging his cock. Thighs straddled on either side of his hips, you pulled back up, clenching your pussy around him, as if to squeeze out all the cum left in his body, and then sank down on him, sucking him in whole. With his tip at the hilt, your hips swiveled in a circular motion, not letting him go. Perhaps, he’d let his hand reach up to your perfect tits, squeezing them tight before letting them glide over your shoulder, down your biceps and towards your forearm, where he’d let his hands slip into yours, gently caressing them before bringing your left hand to his lips and planting a soft, lingering kiss on the small semicolon tattoo on your wrist. Your walls fluttered around him as his feathery touch. Your ass still bouncing off his balls, you reached down to kiss him, your lips working against each other in a forbidden dance, the two of you exchanging soft sighs. The mix of your sweet breaths so close to his face, they fogged his glasses. You giggled at the sight of him in his bleary spectacles, the gentle tinkle of it tickling something in his chest, eliciting a low, rumbling chortle from him too. His hands on your waist, he rubbed soothing circles into your hip bone as he guided you along his dick, your walls fluttering around him. 

“Cum inside of me,” he wanted you to say just as his dick twitched against your g-spot, making you whimper and heave forward, breasts hanging in his face. 

And so he did. 

Well, he would if this scenario was actually real. 

Hot, sticky cream covering his hands and soiling his shorts, Wonwoo let his arm fall from his mouth, the sleeve of his sweater stained with saliva in the shape of his bite. He slowly peeled his eyes open, being met with the sight of his cracked ceiling instead of your pretty eyes hanging above him. He drew his sticky hands away as his dick fell limp. Pressing his lips into a tight line, the guilt and shame of getting off the thought of you having sex with him began filling his insides. His stomach churned as did his chest, heat speckling his cheeks. Carelessly, he wiped his hand off on his bedsheets, just wondering what the fuck he just did. 

You have been Wonwoo’s best friend since middle school. 

The same girl with the two braids and braces that offered him, the then new student, Teddy Grahams on his first day smack in the middle of the year. 

The same girl who in high school cried into his shoulder, tears, snot, and all, because she was embarrassed about walking around all day with a period stain on her white shorts. 

The same girl who he cleaned vomit off her face after her first frat party in university when Kim Mingyu made her drink too much. 

He didn’t have feelings for you, but why was it easier to get off at the thought of you? Let alone, having it be so vulgar.

Perhaps it was because you were right across the hall, having sex too. 

Yeah. 

That was probably it. 

Sitting up from his bed, curiosity struck: With whom?

He made his way to the bathroom to clean off, grabbing a fresh pair of briefs and shorts on his way, the question weighing heavy on his mind. 

You weren’t dating anyone right now, neither were you interested in anyone – Wonwoo would be the first to know.

Hands on the light switch, he stopped in his tracks, a new, infectious thought invading his mind. 

It wasn’t him . . . ?

Right?

Not him – ever. 

No – it couldn’t be. 

It was just a rumor, Wonwoo knew you knew better than to engage in any sort of activity with Kwon Soonyoung.

At a gathering with your mutual friends at the bar a few months ago, in his drunken dazed, Wonwoo had overheard Hyejin talking to Seungkwan and Jihoon about it. 

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Seungkwan had shook his head, his face twisted at the bitter drink he just sipped. “They’re like . . . night and day.”

Hyejin clicked her teeth. “I disagree – on the surface, they seem different, but if you think about it, they actually kind of make sense? They both got that no-in-between kind of personality: they’re either running at 100 miles per hour or laying on the couch eating potato chips.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t mean they’re like,” Seungkwan grimaced at the thought, “Sexually compatible?” he waved off the girl, “She’s rough, but she’s the committed type.”

“You never know,” Hyejin sang, “I saw what I saw – that man looked like he got a little something-something walking out of the bathroom, and Y/N’s hair was definitely messed up. Also, don’t you think it’s weird? Neither Y/N or Soonyoung are here tonight either.”

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, and turned to Jihoon. “What do you think? You live with Soonyoung – is Y/N and him smashing?”

Jihoon let out a brisk ‘tsk,’ shoving his friend’s by the forehead with his two fingers. “Can we change the subject? I don’t want to have the image of my two friends having sex engrained in my brain for the rest of the night. Besides, so what if they are? They’re grown adults!”

At the time, Wonwoo didn’t think much of it, but now with what he just heard from your room, the possibility was hitting too close to home. Looking back as well, Hyejin’s suspicions were seemingly more and more believable. Your (and Soonyoung’s) prolonged absences at get-togethers, the nights you’d never come home – it was starting to become too real for his liking. Obviously as your best friend, he needed to know – now. 

It’s why he found himself knocking at your door asking for you to open up. 

“Can I come in?” he asked. 

Another silence, then a beat. 

He gulped down the lump in his throat, raising his hand to knock again. 

The lock to your door clicked and he saw the brass knob start to turn slowly. Finally, your head peeking through the crack.

Wonwoo put his arm down and greeted you with a wide smile – the one where he his nostrils flared ever so slightly, his nose ridge crinkling, and because he claimed his eye muscles were attached to his nose muscles, eyes disappeared into crescents. 

Yeah – that killer one. 

“Hey,” you blinked at him, half your body hiding behind the door. You noticed how his attention wasn’t on you, but rather the space behind you. His eyes peered over your shoulder, searching the bed for another figure, only to see it empty with your covers tossed over the foot of the bed. 

Was your fuck buddy hiding?

“What are you looking at?” you asked him bluntly, though your voice was small. 

Wonwoo’s gaze returned back to your form, adjusting his glasses. 

“Nothing,” he quickly replied. You noticed how his eyes flickered to another part of your room. You felt your heart racing in your chest, wondering if he heard and was now looking for your partner in crime – you didn’t think you and Soonyoung were that loud. 

Wonwoo’s soft chortle interrupted your anxious musing. “That’s where that shirt went.”

“Huh?” 

Wonwoo pointed at your t-shirt, half of Kakashi’s head showing from behind the door. It appeared oversized on your form, the hem skimming over your mid-thigh. 

“Oh,” you acknowledged softly, pinching it by the shoulders, “Yeah – uh, laundry day. My pajamas are still in the washer. Sorry.”

Wonwoo you waved you off. “No, no – it’s fine. It . . . looks good on you – cute.”

“T-thanks?” you tilted your head in confusion. He’s never called you ‘cute’ before. 

The two of you stood there awkwardly, waiting for the other to speak. Silence had never been quite this loud. 

“D-did you need something?” you finally peeped. 

Wonwoo froze. 

Fuck – he didn’t plan this far out. What was he supposed to tell you? Hey, I heard you fucking and got off to your moans, and was just wondering if you were fucking Soonyoung because I heard a rumor?

Yeah, like the truth would fly. 

He faked a cough into his fist and cleared his throat heavily, a strained grin to follow. 

“I . . . uh, was gaming,” Wonwoo stuttered, pointing back towards his room, “And . . . m-my phone died.”

“You were playing games on your phone?” your brows knitted together. You knew Wonwoo played video games, but not on his phone – he was classier than that, opting for a fancier operating system. 

“N-no,” Wonwoo waved you off, “I just . . . forgot to charge it and found it dead when I was done.”

Your lips formed a small ‘o’, nodding at the final explanation. 

“Can I borrow your charger?” he scratched the back of his neck. “I lost mine.” (no he didn't - it was sitting where he always put it on his nightstand.)

“Sure,” you nodded once. You turned to walk back into the depths of your room. Wonwoo was about to take a step inside to follow in suit when you abruptly stopped in your stride just as your hand was slipping off the door handle. “Wait.”

Wonwoo let out a soft hum in confusion, his intestines twisting at your hesitancy. 

“It’s not in here,” you told him, "I left it in the living room." You pointed in the general direction of your charger. You quickly shooed him out and scurried after him. He peeked over his shoulder, noting the way his t-shirt was slipping up your thigh. If you bent over just right, he might –

What the fuck was wrong with him? 

You were his best friend for fucks sake – he shouldn’t be provoked by you like this. 

Wonwoo shook the thought from his head, you already pushing past him and walking down the hallway. He jogged after you, opting to stay in the entrance of the hallway, waiting for you while you searched. Even if he did want to see you slip ass, he couldn’t because your charger was behind the couch, the old damn ugly brown thing blocking his view. You were quick to run back and hand him the charger, your hands returning to behind your back after, as you peered up at him, wide and innocently, as if you weren’t just moaning like a porn star earlier. 

“Thanks,” Wonwoo lifted it up in his hand, the corner of his lips twitched up. 

“Course,” you returned his smile.

Wonwoo stared at you a while longer, admiring the way the moonlight slipping through the slits of the blinds highlighted your facial features. His eyes trailed down your neck to the strait of your collarbone, a faint purple mark blooming, peeking from underneath the collar of the t-shirt –

Wait what?

 “You should go to sleep,” you piped up. You reached up to rustle his hair, chuckling as Wonwoo swatted at your hand. The hickey disappeared under his t-shirt at your sudden movement. “It’s going to be a long day at the amusement park tomorrow – wouldn’t want you falling asleep on the roller coaster.”

Right. 

The amusement park. 

Your friends, mostly on Seungkwan’s insistence, were visiting the amusement park tomorrow. This also meant Soonyoung would be in attendance. For your sake, Wonwoo suppressed his annoyance at the thought. 

“Point taken,” Wonwoo nodded. Much to your surprise, he reached over to run his hand across your cheek, his hand lingering too long, opting to settle and cup your chin. “Good night, Y/N.”

With one final brush of his thumb, his eyes searched for something in yours, though you weren’t quite sure for what. Wonwoo gave you yet another small smile, the moonlight sending you a wink in the reflection of his glasses before stalking off to his bedroom. Even after he had shut the door, you were still standing there, your mind racing at the ghost of his touch, caressing your cheek and teasing your chin, etching itself into the long files of things that Jeon Wonwoo did that made your heart flutter. As best friends, physical affection was no stranger to the two of you, but this felt different. You loved Wonwoo because he was familiar and comfortable; but the light tease of your chin and the subtle curve of his pink lips sent electricity down your spine. 

“Hey,” another voice called out to you softly.

You looked up, your line of sight being met with Soonyoung’s bare chest. Why he hadn’t put on his shirt yet, you didn’t know. However, it was Soonyoung and his behaviors weren’t always to be questioned. It was simply a Soonyoung thing. 

It was now his turn to smile at you, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. A glint of desperation and melancholy swam in his irises. Soonyoung extended out a hand to you, silently begging you to take it. 

Much to his relief, you did. 

You gave his palm a gentle squeeze, your free hand coming up to stroke his tanned forearm. It was simultaneously comforting and reassuring, yet exciting as it set a tingling sensation up his arms, making his heart skip a beat at your touch. It was as if the magic of the night was never interrupted and your touch was reassuring him that despite the other man in the apartment, you were his for the evening. 

Quietly, Soonyoung closed the door to your bedroom, making a point to turn the lock, so Wonwoo couldn’t barge in. He was about to loosen his grip on your hand, letting you return to your bed to sleep while he slipped out, when your other hand trailed down, placing it over his. 

“Stay,” you whispered.

His eyes widened ten-fold, not believing his ears.

“W-what?” Soonyoung blubbered. 

“Sleep with me?” you re-phrased your request, “At least for a little bit and then you can go before Wonwoo wakes.”

The mention of the latter’s name chipped at his heart a little bit. Nonetheless, Soonyoung noted this was the first time you've asked him to stay over. 

“A-are you sure?” Soonyoung asked nervously. He was quite utterly confused at how just moments ago you were with Wonwoo, your self-proclaimed love of your life, suddenly asking to sleep with him again.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “Why wouldn’t I be?” you kneaded soft circles into the back of his hand. “Cuddling with you is . . . a nice thought.”

Soonyoung chortled at your suddenly shy demeanor. “On one condition.”

You hummed curiously. 

Soonyoung slipped his hand out of yours, moving them to smooth over your thighs, slipping underneath your shirt to hold your bare hips. He pulled your flush against him, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. 

“You can’t wear that shirt to sleep with me,” Soonyoung whispered. He was there hiding behind your door the whole time – he heard everything loud and clear. 

“You . . . want me to sleep naked?” you asked. 

“No,” he chuckled, shaking his head back and forth, his nose nudging cutely against yours. He placed a light peck on your nose. “Wear mine instead.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back, but this only made him want to pull you closer to him. “Why does it matter, Kwon Soonyoung?”

He shrugged, “If you cuddle me, you wear my clothes – not his.”

“Fine,” you agreed, knowing there was no use in arguing with him. 

Soonyoung placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before trailing his hands up higher – agonizingly slow. His touch was tantalizing and intoxicating, dream-like, if you will. You could fall asleep right there and then. You lifted your arms, allowing him to slip Wonwoo’s shirt off from the armpits. Soonyoung stripped you nude in one stroke, dropping the shirt on the floor without a care. He took a few steps back, allowing himself to drink in your naked form. Your hands flew up to cover your chest and core, heat coloring the tips of your ears. Clearly, it wasn’t the first time that Soonyoung had seen you vulnerable and bare, but you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under his studious gaze. 

“Baby,” Soonyoung cooed, a smirk gracing his face. He whipped off his white t-shirt slung around his shoulder and shook it out as he approached you. “There’s no need to be shy around me,” he continued, slipping his shirt over your head. As he helped you place your arms through the correct openings, he leaned down near your ear, quickly nipping at the lobe, whispering, “I’ve seen it all – and more. You’re beautiful.”

You refused to let him know how flattered you were at his comment, opting to purse your lips and remain silent instead. When the shirt was securely on, you took him by the hand again and led him to your bed, taking your place on the left and him on the right. Wherever you slept, this is how you always arranged yourselves – there was no reason for it, it was just how you worked. 

Turning your back to him, you tucked your hands in the space between your cheek and the pillow. Instantly, you felt Soonyoung’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling himself closer and closer to you, until your back was flushed against his chest. You let one hand slip out and intertwine with his, holding it close to the space between your breasts. His other hand brushed soothingly against your ribs. His breath tickling your baby hairs, Soonyoung gave you one last kiss on the crown of your head before tucking it underneath his chin. And as if you weren’t close enough already, he threw his leg over yours as a finishing touch. 

Sex was great, but it was the little moments like this that Soonyoung cherished most. Even if it was fleeting, he was happily yours, and you were happily his. In the depths of the night where everyone else was asleep (except maybe that cockblock, Wonwoo), his love for you was well and alive – even if you couldn’t quite see it yet. 

 . . . .

Since the day Jihoon introduced you to him, Soonyoung has been enamored by you.

You were funny without trying too hard. Your dry humor was hard for some to swallow, but it made jungle juice spurt out his nose (true story, bro). Some would say your eye makeup was heavy, but he thought it highlighted your features just right. Seungkwan always berated you for wearing such dark colors, but Soonyoung thought it complimented your complexion. Your image was dark and loud, but your personality was bright and quiet. 

You were an enigma and Kwon Soonyoung was hungry to know more. 

Unfortunately, he never could because of your best friend: Wonwoo. The man who you were attached to the hip with, even when he had another woman in his arms. It was clear from the beginning that Wonwoo didn’t like Soonyoung. Wonwoo didn’t seem to hate Soonyoung per se, but there was a clear dislike. Their personalities were on opposite ends of the spectrum: Soonyoung loud and extroverted, Wonwoo quiet and introverted. Whereas, Soonyoung preferred letting loose at crowded social events, Wonwoo opted for more personable and sizable spaces. Soonyoung chased after excitement, spontaneity, and passion, jumping from job to job, hoping to find the perfect fit, whereas Wonwoo liked stability, committing to one thing to the end, even if it drained his soul a little – he could always find happiness elsewhere. From the way Wonwoo always cut their conversations short, avoided spending time alone with Soonyoung at all cost, and watched him suspiciously from afar, that was enough for anyone to know that Wonwoo didn’t really like him. Being his best friend, those limitations extended to you by default – at least when Wonwoo was around. 

Hence, like he did before the two of you started your special arrangement, in public, Soonyoung always ended up admiring you from afar – he’d get the occasional hold of your hand when you passed by if he was lucky. Today at the amusement park, it was no exception. Dressed in your pleated black leather skirt that twirled prettily whenever you turned around, Soonyoung couldn’t help but keep his eyes off of you. Underneath your matching leather jacket, all you wore was a tight, strapless white cropped top that highlighted your boobs so well. Especially looking like you had just stepped out of a fashion magazine, of course, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy watching you all pressed up against Wonwoo during roller coaster rides and cutely playing with his hands while the two of you ate ice cream at the rusted metal bench when you got too tired to join the others. It made Soonyoung’s blood boil watching Wonwoo whisper sweet nothings in your ear, your musical laughter echoing across the park at his probably not funny jokes. The two of you acted like a couple when everyone knew you weren’t. 

It should be Soonyoung doing those things with you, not Wonwoo. 

“Quit staring before everyone else figures out what’s going on,” Jihoon scolded from beside him. Jihoon threw a haphazard glance in yours and Wonwoo’s direction in the gift shop. He scoffed at the way you threw your head back, laughing at Wonwoo trying on different cheaply made, but overpriced sunglasses. The latter seemed equally amused. 

Soonyoung let out a heavy sigh and tore his eyes away, pretending to busy himself with the stuffed animals on the wall. 

“I mean it, you know?” Jihoon muttered, his eyes flickered around to ensure there was no one around to hear him. Being Soonyoung’s roommate, Jihoon was well-aware of your arrangement with him, constantly being begged to leave their apartment empty so Soonyoung could fuck you into oblivion – rather too frequently recently. 

Soonyoung hummed in reply. 

“People are starting to ask questions,” Jihoon explained, “The other day, even Seungkwan asked if you were interested in Y/N – said you look at her funny with stupid googly eyes and shit.”

“And if I do?” Soonyoung challenged nervously. 

“Don’t,” Jihoon warned, knowing where this was going. 

Soonyoung glanced up, catching Jihoon’s hardened gaze. “Look – I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay? Even if you are dicking her down every other night, she’s clearly head over heels for Jeon,” Jihoon pointed back at you and Wonwoo, then at Soonyoung, letting his finger sink into the into the dip in between his chest. “It’s only going to get messy if you fight for his spot in her life.”

Soonyoung looked down at his shoes. He knew Jihoon was right – it was just casual sex between friends after all and Wonwoo was irreplaceable. To wish for something more was ridiculous, but the thought of you being his exclusively had grown like weeds in a perfectly trimmed lawn: bothersome, waiting to be torn out, but reluctant to be removed by the preoccupied owner, its roots diving deeper into the ground day by day.

However, Soonyoung also knew, from personal experience, for any relationship to work, the feelings had to be mutual. 

You wanted Wonwoo, but did Wonwoo want you? 

. . . .

“I can’t believe you actually bought those,” you crossed your arms over your chest as you and Wonwoo tumbled out of the gift shop.

Wonwoo pushed up the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. The outer tips winged out like those glasses grandmother's wore, the rim made of cheap red plastic. You weren't even sure the darkened lenses were UV ray proof with how much you could see through them. 

"I look great, I don't know what you're talking about," Wonwoo teased, cocking an eyebrow at you. His cool demeanor broke easily, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he tugged off the sunglasses.

You rolled your eyes at him. "A waste of twelve dollars if you ask me," you shook your head, changing the subject. "I'm going to the bathroom while the others are still inside," you started backing away.

Wonwoo nodded, waving you off, watching you walk towards the wooden stalls until your back turned to him. He glanced down at his sunglasses, lifting it up to his face and squinting through the lenses, scoffing and wondering why he did actually buy them. It's not like he'd wear them after the amusement park today. You were right, a total waste of his twelve dollars, but it was an impulsive purchase. The sight of you laughing at him was priceless and worth the loss. When the two of you were together, laughter was inevitable, but today it seemed even more special. Something inside of him was growing, blooming – it made him nervous, but it made him giddy and he liked it, hoping to keep the feeling alive a while longer. 

"Wonwoo?" someone called from afar. He looked up from his sunglasses thinking it was you –  a fast trip to the bathroom.

But it wasn't you.

"Wonwoo!" Dahyun giggled, waving him over. Wonwoo's hold on the sunglasses stuttered, the plastic nearly slipping out of his hand and cracking onto the pavement as he walked over. Quickly, he stuffed the trinket in his pants pocket, collecting his nerves. Dahyun was a close colleague from his office, but he wasn’t used to people seeing him out of his work persona. 

"H-hey Dahyun," he greeted the pretty blonde.

She bounced happily on the balls of her feet. "It is you!” she said as Wonwoo approached. “What are you doing here?"

"Just hanging out with friends," Wonwoo replied plainly. He caught sight of the two women behind her and a man behind her; he assumed they were her friends. "You?"

"Me too," she giggled girlishly. She pointed at her friends behind, “That’s my sister Chaeyoung and her fiance, Seokjin, and my friend, Nica.”

Wonwoo nodded, giving them all a wave which they happily returned. He failed to notice the hopeful glow in Dahyun’s eyes as she watched him. Her palms were sweaty as she gripped the canvas strap of her sporty crossbody that slung over her chest. Dahyun slowly inching closer and closer to Wonwoo as their conversation continued.

“What are those?” Dahyun gestured to the red plastic peeking out from his jean pocket. 

His eyes followed her finger. “Oh? Uh, these?” He fished them out to show her. 

Dahyun stifled a chuckle. “Very . . . fashionable, Wonwoo, never would’ve taken you to like that . . . style.” 

Wonwoo scratched the back of his head and chuckled half-heartedly, the red sunglasses suddenly not feeling very fun anymore. “Expect the unexpected, I guess?”

To any bystander, this was a scene straight out of a rom-com: a couple meeting for the first time in the beginning, one pining over the oblivious other, awkward, but inexplicably adorable. 

Unfortunately, despite all the people at the amusement park today, you had to be the witness of that rom-com-esque interaction. 

It was as if the dark asphalt had cemented around your Doc Martens, keeping you stuck in the pavement, unable to move. Your limbs suddenly felt heavy, your breathing becoming uneven as you watched Wonwoo talk animatedly with the pretty blonde in the baby pink tennis dress that, you might note, accentuated her assets rather well. His occasional deep chuckle was too loud in your ears, no longer seemingly pleasant and provocative as you once confessed to him, and the girl’s constantly bouncing on the toes of her feet made you dizzy. 

You knew it was stupid to feel this way: Wonwoo wasn’t yours and you weren’t his; you had no right to feel jealous, let alone, he was just talking to someone who happened to be very attractive – it really could be just that, nothing more, nothing less. However, knowing his history, Wonwoo wasn’t someone to stay on the market for long before someone else who wasn’t you always swept him away. Wonwoo had been a little tense since breaking up with Jiyoung last month, and for the first time in a while, you had seen him let loose and enjoy himself. Today had been good – fun, where you didn’t have to worry about offending him with your constant teasing, or about overstepping your boundaries with Wonwoo because he was with another girl. It felt like it once did in your early university days when you both were still single and carefree. Nothing like the time Wonwoo dated Jiyoung and you had to watch your every move. You fell into old patterns, resting your head on his shoulder, playing with his fingers out of boredom, and him wrapping his hands around your waist when he laughed too hard. You were a fool for letting yourself be hopeful and believe perhaps this day would be the day he’d finally see you more than just a best friend.

Soonyoung, having emerged from the gift shop just moments after your departure from the bathroom, saw it all. His eyes flickered from Wonwoo and the blonde, then you anxiously standing from afar. His heart sank, knowing what just was going through your mind and the fear and insecurity the scene playing before you was instilling. Though it made Soonyoung bitter and angry for Wonwoo to be so ignorant and blind to your pining, his heart ached more seeing you suddenly so defeated. Your hands clenched and unclenched, pulling at the sleeves of your leather jacket. Your footing stuttered two steps forward, then three steps back, your brows furrowing together and pressing your lips into a tight line as another thought crossed your mind. Ultimately, you decided to turn around, walking speedily in the opposite direction instead, your hair flying away from your face at the makeshift breeze. You were too far away to see, but Soonyoung could sense tears were coming. 

Without a second thought, all that Jihoon had warned him quickly forgotten, Soonyoung bolted in your direction. You were too preoccupied to notice him chasing after you. Within seconds, his body crashed into you, almost knocking you over. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, and buried his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent. You were wearing that lavender-scented lotion he liked so much – it made him dizzy. Lovesick. 

You had stopped in your tracks, refusing to turn around to see who it was, squeezing your eyes tight as you always did when you were with him.

You had wished it to be Wonwoo, but you knew better than to fool yourself. 

Soonyoung’s hands slithered down your front, stopping when they reached your groin, bunching up your skirt in his fists. A soft breeze passed through your legs, eliciting a shudder from you, warmth suddenly starting to pool at your core. Immediately your hands flew up, coming up to grasp his hands. You tried to pry them off, but he didn’t relent, his fists only seemingly tightening more. As if to help you relax, Soonyoung planted a feathery peck on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You shuddered as he let his lips linger, gently brushing them back and forth along your smooth skin.

“Hey,” Soonyoung greeted you softly. 

“Soonyoung,” you said, your voice clearly strained, “Not here.”

Soonyoung wanted to comfort you, ask you if you were alright and reassure you that you were unmatched compared to any girl that has ever strutted Wonwoo’s way. He wanted to tell you, you were beautiful and deserved to be loved by someone who saw you. 

However, that wasn’t how you and Soonyoung worked. Those words were quick to die on his tongue, nervous that they would make you run away from him too. Not knowing what else to say or do, Soonyoung opted for doing what he knew best.

“Let’s get out of here then?” he whispered in a low, enticing voice. 

Make It Make Sense [Part 3]

pairings: soonyoung x fem!reader, wonwoo x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate and best friend, wonwoo, yet you’re fucking his least favorite person, kwon soonyoung? make it make sense.

genre/warnings: explicit smut (minors DNI!!), unprotected sex (soonyoung forgot the goods . . .), consensual intercourse (honestly soonyoung is so sexc for this), car sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), cunninglus, squirting, creampie, riding, use of profanity, angst, fwb, one-sided pining, SO MUCH jealousy, oc teases soonyoung about being a fuckboi, soonyoung cries, wonwoo is emotionally constipated, unedited - everyone ask surprise

wc: ~5k

taglist: @onlymingyus @listxn @deekayownsme @greasywall @pandorashbox @felix-3002 @haobrainrot @misssugarlips @pooofthechicken @mysweetdokyungsoo @horangh03 @skittlez-area512 @haogyuslut @starlight-night0 @omghwa @defprettysoul

pls lmk through an ask if you wanted to be part of the taglist! if you asked previously and i forgot to add you, i apologize 😭 the request was everywhere, but i did my best to find everyone!

a/n: y'all haven't seen the last of jeon wonwoo! blaming @sleeplessdawn😤😈

p.s. the smut ain't that great this time around because i had a hit of reality and got shy . . . not to mention their arguments are kind of stupid lol, so yeah . . . sorry - read at your own risk aka cringe!!!

as always, thank you for reading! i would love to hear your thoughts whether it be trhough rbs/asks/comments 🥰

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The car door slammed loudly behind him. On the palm of your hands, you crawled back towards the opposite door to make room for Soonyoung in the backseat of his SUV. Hastily, he discarded his jean jacket in the front driver’s seat. His breathing was uneven from the speedwalk from the amusement park to the far end of the parking lot. If it were up to Soonyoung, he would’ve taken you in the bathroom, but he had the decency to consider that it was a family-friendly attraction – it was not sexy to be caught balls deep in the girl of dreams while traumatizing a six-year-old boy. It was moments like this he was grateful, he spent an arm and Jihoon’s leg on this SUV. 

Soonyoung’s touch was titillating. He wrapped his hands around your ankles, slowly sliding them up your shins, coming to a rest on your thigh just at the hem of your leather skirt. Running his tongue over his lips, he looked up at you curiously, silently waiting for you to give him the ‘okay’ to go further. You hated this version of Soonyoung: his sharp eyes suddenly turned innocent, his teasing smile that he traded for a soft one that made his cheeks look like dough, his eagerness and stubbornness to take things head on, gone because he wanted to be patient for you. Though seeming vulnerable, this version of Soonyoung had the power to mitigate all thoughts of Wonwoo; instead, it was as if this whole time Soonyoung who had been your whole world. It made your stomach churn, bile threatening to come up your esophagus. 

But was it out of guilt?

Or denial?

With a shaky sigh, your eyes fluttered shut, giving him a slow nod to move forward. Heat pooled at your core as you felt his fingers brush against your skin underneath hidden by your skirt. You clenched at nothing at the touch of his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Through the fabric of your underwear, he let his finger dance across the outline of your slit. Your thighs threatened to collapse at his touch, but Soonyoung was quick to push them wide again. One finger became two and two became three – it wasn’t long before his whole hand was rubbing at your clothed core. You jutted your hips into his touch, grinding along with his movements. 

Soonyoung watched your face contort in pleasure. Your lips falling agape, veins popping along your neck as you tried to fight a whine threatening to escape. Your underwear began feeling damp, your slick starting to soak through the cotton. He pressed harder into your core, eliciting garbled sound from you as you tried to stop a moan. 

“It’s okay, baby,” Soonyoung soothed you, “Let it out – it’s just you and me here.”

However, rather than listening to him, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in an effort to seal your lips. 

Soonyoung chuckled – you were never really one to listen anyways. 

“Here,” Soonyoung leaned down, hovering over your face. His eyes scanned your face from the thick of your eyebrows to the plush of your lips, “Let me help you.”

He pushed aside your underwear, rubbing his thumb over your bare clit when suddenly he plunged a finger into you. You immediately released your bottom lip from your teeth, whining from the sensation of his finger circling against your warm walls. Soonyoung took the opportunity to mold his lips against yours. His tongue swiped over your plush lips, a hint of cotton candy the cotton candy you shared with Wonwoo earlier, filling his taste buds. Pressing a hand on his chest, you granted him access, slipping your own inside his mouth, adjusting your head to better fit your lips together. 

Kissing Soonyoung felt like the thrill of riding a roller coaster. The suck of your bottom lip sent butterflies fluttering in your abdomen. The swipe of his tongue along the inside of your cheek was euphoric. Even when he pulled away for a millisecond for air, there was exhilaration in wondering where his lips would land next. 

You were on cloud nine, but you were greedy for more. Before you could stop yourself, you found yourself wrapping your hands around the nape of his neck, tugging Soonyoung down closer to you. You moved your hips forward, allowing his finger to penetrate even deeper inside of you. He pushed an additional finger inside of you, figuring you could handle the stretch being so eager. You entangled your fingers at the sensation, tugging at his jet black locks, now Soonyoung’s to let out a grunt at your rough touch. 

“Want you inside me,” you whispered in between pecks. 

“Later,” Soonyoung immediately replied, his two digits moving languidly in and out of you,“Wanna,” he paused to plant a kiss on the corner of your lips, “eat you out.”

Immediately, Soonyoung felt your core squeeze, flooding his fingers with your juice. Sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers was heavenly. It sent blood rushing to his dick as it began twitching in his jeans. He felt the precum already squirting from his tip, dampening a patch on his boxers. 

As quickly as he put in his second finger, Soonyoung slipped his fingers out. You whined at the emptiness, resting your head against the windowsill behind you, fog hiding yours and Soonyoung’s dirty deed from public view. Giving you one last kiss, he sucked harshly on your bottom lip. A peck on your neck, a peck on your collarbone, a peck on your sternum, then your bare abdomen, then the insides of your thighs, he made his way down to your core. 

Flipping up your skirt, Soonyoung pushed aside your cotton panties that were sopping with your juices. Hungrily, his tongue swiped once up your slit, his lips then molding onto your sensitive bud, sucking and nipping. Replacing his mouth with his thumb, he pressed up into your clit, moving in the shape of a figure eight. His touch was slow at first, starting to speed up as he moved down lower, his breath fanning over your hole. You shivered at the teasing sensation, squirming under his firm hold. You were sorry for whoever would be sitting here afterwards, your juices probably staining the plush seats of his SUV. 

Soonyoung pulled apart your folds, his tongue dipping into your entrance and lapping at your pink walls. You winced once again at his euphoric touch, your hands immediately shot down, grabbing a handful of his hair and rammed him further into your core. He groaned at your tug, sending vibrations through you. The combination of his tongue and his thumb overwhelming your senses, you felt adrenaline surge through your veins and your vision blotted white. A gush of warm fluid suddenly spilled into Soonyoung’s mouth, taking him by surprise. 

You fucking squirted. 

Right into his mouth. 

“Baby that was so,” Soonyoung ran his tongue slowly over his lips, savoring the taste of you, “Hot.”

He chuckled, expecting another whine or complaint from you, but was met with nothing. He bent down to hover over you, either hands planted on either sides of your face. Your eyes were sealed shut, blood drawing from a cut on your bottom lips. He frowned at your wound, leaning down to give it a soft kiss as if it would heal it. You tasted yourself from his peck, frowning in the process. Your hands flew to your face in embarrassment when he pulled back. 

“I can’t believe I just did that,” you said, your voice muffled by your palms. 

Soonyoung chuckled, grabbing your wrist and trying to pull them away from your face. “Relax, it was fine!”

“No it’s not!” you whined, “I like . . . peed into your mouth!”

“And it was delicious.”

Your hands fell just far enough to show your eyes staring daggers at him, your brows furrowed together in disgust. Teasingly, Soonyoung licked his lips once more to make a point. 

“You –”

His hearty laughter reverbated off the insides of the SUV. Soonyoung wrapped his arms around the small of your waist, letting his head dip into your chest, his breath fanning against your exposed skin. You let your hands slip to the crown of his head, gently stroking his hair, doing your best to suppress the urge to giggle with him. 

As Soonyoung came down from his high, he raised his head to look at you, chin resting on your sternum. You pouted at him, though he knew you were only feigning annoyance – you looked so fucking cute, he couldn’t resist the urge to devour your lips once more. 

“I’m not done with you yet, you know?” Soonyoung whispered when he pulled away. 

“You better not be,” you challenged him, a dark glint flashing across your eyes. 

Excitedly, he sat back in his seat, fishing his wallet out of back pocket. Rifling past the few bills and scraps of receipt, Soonyoung looked for the spare condom he always carried with him in case or emergencies like this. Thumbing past the last receipt from the fried chicken restaurant he treated Seungkwan to, the writing already faded, he found none. He quickly sorted through the contents again, his eyes peeled for the golden wrapper. 

"Soonyoung," you moaned, dragging out the last syllable of his name.

Dumping the contents of his wallet onto the front seat, his hand ran over everything. Unfortunately, nothing new was found other than a few spare coins.

Soonyoung's lips parted in disbelief, his heart sinking into the depths of his stomach, silently berating himself for not replenishing his stores. You were sad and needy now, his dick was still stiff, and he couldn't do anything about it. 

When did he last use it? You're the only person he'd been sleeping with these past few months, granted the two of you had a lot of sex he didn't always remember.

"Soonyoung?" you tried again, pushing yourself up by your elbows.

"Baby," he responded gently, leaning forward to capture your lips, his hand brushing away the few strands of hair.

"I need you," you replied breathlessly when he pulled away, pawing at his thighs. "Please."

"I have something to tell you, baby," Soonyoung said hesitantly.

You peered up at him, waiting for him to reply.

"I-I don't have a condom," Soonyoung confessed, "I don't know what happened to it - I always keep one in there . . . I'm sorry baby."

A soft 'oh' left your lips. Your eyes fell from his gaze, landing on your near bare abdomen. You clenched, your core aching at the sense of emptiness.

Pressing his lips against your temple, Soonyoung apologized again. "I can. . . Eat your out again? Or finger you? Ride my thigh? Anything you want."

Your eyes flickered up to him, quickly reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together, you gave him a soft squeeze.

"It’s okay," you told him.

Soonyoung's eyes fluttered shut and rested his forehead against yours. He shook his head. "No it's not."

You paused, staring off at a spot behind him.

"We can do it without it," you said.

"W-what?" Soonyoung asked, not believing his ears. He stared at you blankly. Condomless sex had never an option – the both of you agreed when this all started. 

"Do me raw,” you said in a small voice. Your knees fell to either side. Gnawing at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself towards him, urging him to continue. 

"Baby –"

"I'm the only other person you've been with recently right?"

Soonyoung nodded fiercely.

"Are you clean?"

"I got checked before we started - as far as I know, I am."

"Me too " the corner of your lips twitched into a subtle smile.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, or vice versa. You had an IUD, so pregnancy wasn’t so much of a concern, and clearly neither were STIs, but you could never be too sure. 

What could’ve hanged?

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure . . . I want to feel all of you."

Soonyoung searched your face for any signs of uncertainty, only to be met with eagerness swimming across your eyes. 

“I trust you, Youngie,” you pleaded. 

His dick strained against his jeans. 

Fucking hell. 

Not that nickname. 

It was childishly stupid, but it was seldom you ever called him ‘Youngie.’

Soonyoung started undoing the buckle of his jeans, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. Simultaneously, he slipped his boxers and jeans off together, his member slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth salivated at his angry red tip dripping with precum. 

"Okay," Soonyoung repositioned himself in between your legs. He ran his hands up your thighs, readjusting your skirt for better access to your entrance. He rubbed his member to spread his precum, better preparing himself for what was to come. With the wetness pooling at your entrance from your squirt, he figured he wouldn't have a problem sliding in, but he wanted to make sure it'd be pleasurable for you.

Soonyoung plunged into you, immediately being welcomed with warmth, your walls hugging him and pulsating against his member as he nudged in further. His tip and little more only part way in, you clenched around him, sending a surge of pleasure through his body. 

“Fuck,” Soonyoung hissed as his hips stuttered, abruptly stopping. He lurched forward impulsively, quickly grabbing onto the seat to prevent himself from collapsing onto you. 

“More, Soonyoung, more!” you begged. 

“D-don’t do that,” Soonyoung chuckled. 

“Do what?” you asked innocently. Your walls fluttered around him again. 

“That!” he winced, letting out a deep breath. “I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing my dick.”

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

“I-it’s fine,” Soonyoung shook his head. “Just . . . try to relax okay?”

You nodded. You took a deep breath, your walls relaxing around him.

He cupped your cheek, you instantly leaned into his touch. “I’m going all in.”

Soonyoung bottomed out, his tip nudging at your cervix. Your arms came up to hook under his shoulders for support, the sensation simultaneously painful, yet pleasurable. You could feel the ridges and valleys of his members, the veins of his dick pulsating violently inside you. He was so warm inside of you and he hadn’t even cummed yet. Had you known he’d feel this good raw, you would’ve tried this sooner. 

“C-can I move?” Soonyoung stammered, “Nnnhhhnnggghh.”

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice equally strained. 

Using the head of the seat as support, Soonyoung slowly started pulling out of you. His smooth flesh dragged slowly along walls, the ticklish sensation intoxicating. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, dragging them down his back like his dick inside of you.

Pushing himself back in, Soonyoung curled into your neck, peppering wet kisses along the column of your throat. You tilted your head to give him better access, his lips finally latching on the sensitive spot behind your ear. 

Soonyoung started to establish his usual rhythm, his rips gyrating as he listlessly pumped inside of you. The sounds of your slick mixing together littered the air like an addicting beat. You were thirsty for his dick; not wanting to be disconnected from him for too long, you found yourself meeting him halfway. Your clit rammed violently against his pubic bone, sending an electric jolt to your stomach each time. 

Typically when the two of you had sex, it was Soonyoung who entertained you. You'd let him fuck you into depths of the bed and he'd make you cum first. You were feeling adventurous today, however, wanting to turn the tables.

Hooking your legs around his thighs and a hand on his chest, you pushed him back and sat up in his lap in one swoop. His dick still stiff inside you, Soonyoung sat back willingly, his hands flying up to hold you steady. You pressed your boobs against his chest, nearly pooling at his neck. You slowly peeled your jacket off your shoulders, revealing the white bandeau you wore underneath that he loved so much.

"W-what are you-"

"Let me ride you," you told him.

And you weren't taking no for an answer. 

Delicately placing your hands on his shoulders, you raised your ass to sink down on him.

This angle certainly offering you a new kind of pleasure - sharper and deeper, as if he would split you open.

Despite you doing most of the work, Soonyoung guided your hips, his hand squeezing your waist and occasionally pushing you back and forth on his dick. 

Your hands slid up his neck to cup his chin, allowing yourself for once to look into his eyes during these sacred moments. Your breath hitched, a lump forming in your throat. Honey dripping from his dark eye, his pupils blown wide as if he was drunk.

And truthfully, he was. 

Kwon Soonyoung was drunk on you (and your pussy).

Soonyoung slammed you downed against him, not letting you move any further. You didn't have to ask to know what was coming, the way he pressed his lips together, his eyes rolling back. 

You stayed still as his cum covered your walls, your own high quick to follow the longer to stayed wrapped around him. Collapsing into his chest, your pussy tightened around him, milking out every last drop.

The two of you stayed like this a while longer, your head tucked into his chest, Soonyoung’s arms coming to wrap around you. His phallus softened inside of you, but not quite ready to lose the bliss of him inside you yet. 

. . . . 

“You conveniently have a towel in your car?” you asked as Soonyoung cleaned off your folds. 

“Open wider,” he ignored your question and folded the wash cloth in half, flicking your thigh. You obliged, granting him better access. You winced as the terry material rubbed roughly between your folds. 

“Do you end up fucking all those girls in your car too?” you pulled your knees together, clamping your hands in between after he finished. 

Soonyoung’s expression immediately fell at your words, his jaw clenched as he let his hand drop to his side. "Do you really think I see other women besides you right now?" 

He didn't wait for you to reply. One hard stare at you, he left the side door of the SUV and made his way to the trunk. You frowned at his reaction. He used to always tease back when you joked about him fucking other women. 

Soonyoung tossed the washcloth haphazardly next to the duffel bag, making a mental note to replace it when he got home. Slamming the door the trunk shut. His hand lingered on the door handle. He planted his forehead against them, contemplating his situation right now.

“We’re not going back into –”

“You really think they waited three hours for us to finish fucking?” Soonyoung replied harshly. 

You clamped your mouth shut, drawing your lips in between your teeth. Tugging at the hem of your skirt, you got up from the backseat and made your way around the front to avoid him to the get to the passenger seat. 

Fastening the seatbelt across your torso, you heard him clamber into the driver’s seat, harshly slamming the door. 

“Soonyoung –”

“Can I be honest with you?” Soonyoung cut you off. His eyes were trained out the front window, however. 

“Course,” you mumbled. The space between your brows dipped in confusion at his sudden change in demeanor. After sex, he had grown quiet, which is unusual of him – he was usually playful, doting and teasing you. However, you didn’t think too much of it, post-nut clarity hitting you pretty quickly, realizing you left all your friends, including Wonwoo, behind in the amusement park to fuck in the parking lot. How were you going to explain your disappearance other than the truth?

"Don't go back to Wonwoo," he deadpanned.

"What?" you frowned, "Soonyoung, I live with him, I just can't -"

"He doesn't even look at you the same!" Soonyoung blurted.

“What are you trying to get at?” 

Finally, he looked up at you, a bittersweet smile quivering on his lips. “You look at Wonwoo with so, so, so much fucking love it hurts, Y/N – like he’s your whole world; your beginning, middle, and end.”

You paused, heart starting to pound against your ribcage as you tried to strady your breathing. You had an inkling there was a lot more to this than just yours and Wonwoo's phydical existence together 

“Soonyoung, you know how I feel about him," you started slowly.

“Why do you wait around for him? Let him step all over your heart like that? It hurts me too, you know. Makes me so fucking angry.”

"That's none of your business, Soonyoung."

"But it is, isn't? He's thr reason why we started this," his finger waving between the two of you, "in the first place. You wanted to 'get over him.' So why aren't you?"

You diverted your gaze from him, opting to look out the window instead, seas of cars pooling in front of you. Soonyoung had parked at the far end of the parking lot, only the needle of the space tower visible from here.

Soonyoung sucked in a sharp breath, his voice growing quier. “Have you ever considered being with someone other than Wonwoo? “Do you think anyone can change it?” Soonyoung pressed on. “Make you so fucking in love with them, you’ll forget him?”

"W-why do you ask?" you muttered.

"I need to know."

Your heart sank, dreading the very words you hoped would never fall from his lips. 

"I'm in love-"

You whipped around and placed a hand over his lips to stop him from confessing further. You were hyperventilating, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Kwon Soonyoung, we agreed no feelings,” you tried to remind him. 

Wrapping a hand around your wrist, he tugged your seal from his lips though you weren’t really trying to keep it on. 

Soonyoung chortled bitterly. “I broke that rule a long time ago, baby.” 

Plugging in his key, he twisted it, the engine roaring. Either hands gripping the wheel, he dipped his head into his chest, “Let’s stop here, Y/N – before we hurt each other even more.”

. . . .

It felt like the memory was burned behind his eyelids, sadistically forcing Wonwoo to watch it over and over again.

Soonyoung's body wrapped around yours. The way he gingerly took your hand and led you away. The look of guilt across your face when you looked back at Wonwoo as the two of you rounded the corner.

He took off his glasses, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes trying to rub off the images. Yet, they kept replaying. He didn't want to believe it, but Hyejin was right.

Soonyoung was fucking you behind his back.

The click of the door of your shared apartment caught Wonwoo’s attention. He threw a look over his shoulder, relieved, but fury already boiling, to find you leaning against the door your hands still tight on the handle.

"Where were you?" Wonwoo asked, his voice stern and hard. It was a tone you've never heard him use before. 

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

The legs of his metal chair scraped across the wooden floor as he stood up. Afraid to look at him, you trained your eyes on the "Welcome" mat, the smiley face next to it seeming as if it was mocking you. His footsteps fell heavily and agonizingly slow in your direction, though each thump matching the beat of your pounding heart. His sock-covered feet stopped a few feet in front of you, the hem of his gray sweatpants swaying at his ankles. 

"Were you with him?" Wonwoo asked, his voice strained compared to before. If you didn't know him better, you wouldn't have guessed he was upset. But from the slight shake and the bob of his Adam's apple, you knew better that he was holding himself together the best he could until he exploded.

"Soonyoung," Wonwoo spat out, the taste of the man's name on his tongue bitter. "Were you with him?"

Your prolonged silence was enough to tell him the truth, but Wonwoo wanted to hear it. Until it came from your mouth, he refused to believe otherwise.

"Y/L/N Y/N!" 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trembling at his raised voices. You had to fears about Wonwoo hitting you - even if he was upset, he never would. Seldom did he get angry, and when he did, he was intimidating and you didn't know how to handle itm

"Fucking hell-"

Your peered up at him cautiously. "And if I was?"

Frustrated, Wonwoo ran a hand over his face. "He's just using you, Y/N, he doesn't love you."

His words pierced through your heart, twisting inside of you, knowing well he was wrong. But did you feel the same?

"It's not like I'm looking for love from him, Wonwoo," you opted to reply instead.

"Then why are you doing this? You know better than anyone how much I don't like him and why."

You scoffed at his selfishness. Soonyoung was right about one thing: He was so oblivious to it all. "When did my sex life involve you?"

"Y/N that's not the point."

"I don't need your permission to fuck anyone."

"Stop being stubborn!"

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself off the door and tried to walk around him with no avail.

"We're not done," Wonwoo said sternly. 

You pressed your lips in a tight line, side glancing at him, irritated. Roughly, you jerked your shoulder forward to shove him off, taking two steps back.

"How long?" Wonwoo deadpanned.

"February - Valentine’s Day," you replied, equally monotonous.

Wonwoo clenched his jaw. "Why?"

The silence that ensued was suffocating. Crossing your arms over your chest, shifted your weight onto your right hip and stared at him harshly, carefully scanning over his face for any signs of despair. He wouldn't be asking you all these questions if he didn't have some sort of inkling of feeling towards you, right?

Yet, you were only met with his stoic glare, piercing through his spectacles. Anger graced his face.

All this time, did he really not know how much you piped over him?

Did he really not know how much you loved him?

How long were you willing to wait for him?

It was now your turn to be upset. Anger clouding your judgment, you blurted the truth.

"You - it was because of you."

Wonwoo’s expression softened, his brows knitting in confusion. "W-what -"

You laughed bitterly. "Soonyoung was right," shaking your head, you continued, "Did you not see at all? Or did you just never consider the fact that I could be in love with you?"

Your words rang through his ear.

"Y-you had feelings for me," he said flatly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The gesture suddenly wasn't so cute anymore.

"More than you'd ever know," you said softly. 

He nodded, slowly trying to process this information. It was as if a semi-truck rammed into his lanky body and he was stuck, unable to move. 

"I would've waited forever for you, Wonwoo," you pressed on when he didn't reply. "But now?" You shook your head. "You never loved me anyways."

That snapped a cord in him.

"Don't you dare say I never loved you," Wonwoo spat, taking another few steps towards you.

"It’s not the same, Wonwoo," you choked, your voice starting to waver.  You shook your head, wiping your eyes with the heels of your palm, "I've watched you for so long, girl after girl, wondering when you would finally wake up and see me too. Waiting for my turn. I figured if I waited long enough, perhaps I could be the last . . . Yours forever."

Yours forever. 

His forever.

Wonwoo's forever. 

He let the words sink, turning them over in his mind like a sandstone in his hand. For Wonwoo, it was a given that you’d be by his side forever. No one understood him better than you – you were his best friend. You knew what he needed when he was sorrowful. Rather than overwhelming him with happiness, you knew to keep your distance, reminding him of your constant support with small touches and gentle smiles from across the room. When he was angry, you knew to take him to karaoke so he could scream Yoon Do Hyun’s “It Must Have Been Love” to his heart's content. 

The possibility of being more never vividly occurred to him until now. Was it perhaps the reason why his past relationships never worked out? Why did he never feel satisfied with anyone else?

Could it really be because he was searching for you in someone else, when you were right beside him all along?

Wonwoo walked towards you slowly. Two steps forward for him was two steps back for you until your back met the door. Gingerly, he took your elbows and tugged you towards him, his other hand coming up to rest on your waist. Licking his lips, Wonwoo nervously raised his hand to caress your face, his thumb teasing at your chin like he did last night. He tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him, your eyes swollen and rimmed with tears that dripped down your cheek like diamonds rolling down the table. With the pads of his thumb, he wiped away a tear forming from the duct of your eyes. Remorse bubbling in his chest knowing he was the cause of all this pain. 

He tilted forward, gently resting his forehead against yours as he continued to stroke your smooth skin.

 "Did not ever occur to you,” Wonwoo asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “that you could’ve asked me instead of Soonyoung?”

His question shattered the silence and tension like a rock to a glass window.

need to know - k. soonyoung

»boyfriend!¡kwon soonyoung x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: you just wanted to dance all night long, but the night had other plans for you.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), pet names, establish relationship, chocking, exhibitionistm, dirty talk (I suck at this, I’m not joking), degradation…?, sex in public, bulge kink kind of, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, it’s a little nasty at the end ngl, kinda mean dom!soonyoung, sub!reader.

»Words: 1.7k

note: This concept of Kwon Soonyoung makes me scream in my pillow every night. Need to know was my most played song in 2021.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Your pink mini-skirt danced gracefully with you, stroking your plump thighs softly, fabric barely covering your ass, chest moving slowly, contrasting with the voluptuous motions of your hips.

You felt aroused, only looking for your boyfriend's gaze from the bar counter, you were the one who proposed to go out to dance, but Soonyoung, even though he liked to dance was not in the mood to do it that day, but you were willing to make his cock raise proud, as if you had telekinesis.

You felt someone behind you, but you were certain that it wasn’t your boyfriend, you were going to get away from him but an evil thought crossed your filthy mind, you decided to use the disrespectful guy whom was gripping grossly tight your waist with his flagrant sticky and sweaty hands, you wanted to provoke your boyfriend, but his reaction was taking long that you expected and you were starting to get utterly disgusted by the stranger.

Still it was thrilling, you knew what was coming after this stunt you just made. The movements of your hips were exaggerated, while your hands were placed over the other guy. Gross.

It was extremely uncomfortable to feel the unfamiliar hands travel your body with that intimacy, but at the same time you shiver at the feel of Soonyoung's strong gaze over you. So he finally saw you.

The foreign hands disappeared, being replace for your boyfriend’s hot and heavy touch, you could hear clearly how Soonyoung shouted with rage “Fuck off”. A chill ran down your back, you knew perfectly what was coming and you were so fucking prepared for the consequences of your actions.

His hands were squeezing your waist so tightly, and you were sure the silhouette of his fingers was going to be engraved in your skin in a purplish color by tomorrow. His warm breath felt delicious over the back of your neck, body’s so close you could feel all of him pressed against you. Soonyoung tongue caressed your ear feeling the cold metal of your piercings.

“Did you like provoking me while grinding against that bastard like a fucking slut in heat?” He whispered, one of his hands getting to the hem of your pinky skirt, thighs clenching together at the familiar feeling striking your cunt, his digits travelled over your soft skin, and under your skirt, fingers stroking the fabric of your lingerie.

The darkness of the place played in your favour, no one seemed like they were able to see a thing, or maybe they were just enjoying the show, perhaps they were doing the same with their partners.

The rough palms of Soonyoung caressed your cunt over the silky fabric of your underwear, making you stutter in his arms, his left hand rested on your neck choking you slightly, enough to make you moan at the pressure, you could feel your slick starting soak the thin fabric of you lingerie, you were dripping like a faucet and you needed a plumber to help you fix the problem, most definitely.

His cold fingers sneaked inside your underwear, digits now dripping wet in your arousal, you shivered thrilled with his fingers now rubbing circles in your swollen and needy clit, your hips wouldn’t stop moving anxious due to the strokes that started to become faster and faster, putting more pressure in the delicate bud of nerves, his middle fingers travelled to your core, making his ways inside of you, your hands gripped his wrist tightly, retaining a guttural moan that was building up in your throat.

His ring finger joined inside, now both digits were playing in your warm embrace, rubbing into all the good spots inside of you, while his palm was fondling your clit, his fingers scissoring you, stretching your velvety walls. Your moans slipped from your mouth uncontrollably, and you were so glad that the music was so loud, otherwise everyone would notice how your boyfriend was finger fucking the life out of you.

“You pussy so cute and so wet for me, I can feel your cunt so deliciously tight around my fingers” he whispered in your ear, curling his fingers and tightening the grip in your neck “Come on, baby, beg me for it and I will give it to you” the kiss below your ear makes you gasp, breathing was starting to become difficult “Beg for me, just like the cockslut you are” a high pitch moan escape from you when his fingers stretched more inside of you, the burning feeling only making you wish for more.

“Please, please, I need you” you whine desperately, head pressed against his chest, arching your back and moving your hips, feeling the hard on in the base of your back.

“It turns you on, huh?” His hoarse voice behind you contrasted with he sensual music that was playing now, hand that was fingering you, now unzipping his pants hurriedly“I’m going to fuck you infront of all these people and you are soaking wet for it”

He lifted your skirt and moved your underwear to the side, you felt the fabric tear in your skin, and sighed at it, his cock was caressing your sticky folds, spreading all your juices on his shaft, sliding easily on your lips.

“God, you’re so ready for me” he purred, and without thinking twice he thrusted inside of you groaning satisfied after bottoming you out, a loud and guttural moan break from you, due to the force and the toughness of the thrust it kind of burned, but it burned so good that the coil that been building in your belly increased enormously.

“Ooh, baby, you’re so perfect, so good for me” Soonyoung’s dancer hips pistoned with an animalistic pace, biting your lips was starting to become a poor attempt to muffle some of your whimpers, even the wet and lewd sound was beginning to echo over the music in your ears.

Your velvety walls were clenching around Soonyoung’s dick, making him groan satisfied, the sound of his voice caressing your ears like honey, almost triggering your desired orgasm.

The pleasure filled your insides and your clit wouldn’t stop pulsating under Soonyoung insisting rubs, left hand gripping firmly your neck taking your breath away, the coil in you belly was so close to bursting, your hips trembling and colliding with his that wouldn’t stop pistoning into you, every thrust tougher than the other.

At some point, both of his hands rested on your belly, pressing not tight but just enough to make you see stars over your head like a pretty halo, his dick jammed inside of you and the pressure of his hands made you feel like your guts were being rearranged, everything was hot and narrow, your lips were bright red and glossy, you thought that tomorrow they would hurt so bad.

Soonyoung kept hammering into you, one hand pressing your stomach and the other taking your breath away once again, while his hips drilled into you fast and messy, your so desired orgasms stroke through you, body jerking forward as you howled in pleasure, while he kept grunting on the damp skin of your nape, and finally he let go of you neck. He plumped himself dry into you, painting your insides white.

And perhaps it was because you were on a public place or maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend just was exceptionally good at fucking you, but if he wasn’t holding you tight, you would be in the floor due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck, I think we need to go home” he said getting out of you slowly, hearing you whine in the process, now he was fixing his pants and holding tight onto you.

The words could get out of your mouth properly, you only remained clinging onto Soonyoung’s arm while his still warm cum travelled in the soft skin between your thighs, your cunt was sore, even then you could feel his dick inside of you, making you shudder, your legs were all wobbly and the sticky load was peeking from the edge of your skirt. Soonyoung felt bad about it and wiped it as much as he could with his hand, and then he fixed your underwear so his cum wouldn’t go anywhere.

You tried to walk while grabbing your boyfriend’s shirt tightly, but your legs just gave up and a mini scream came out when you felt like falling on your face.

“Sonnie, I can’t, my legs” you said, stuttering looking at your boyfriend with shining eyes because of the tears, still moaning quietly trying to stand still.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk, satisfied of having fucked you so well you couldn’t even walk, but still he felt a little -just a little- bad for you, maybe he was to rough, you liked it though.

Chuckling Soonyoung gave you one last look full of joy and breathed out surrendering.

“Come on, pretty, I’ll carry you” he said before lifting you into bridal style, making you feel as light as a feather. “When we get home, I’ll make us a warm bath and I’ll clean you up very well, it’s okay, honey?” He asked in a childish tone, making you laugh and nod at the same time.

Once you were outside the club, Soonyoung made sure to put you in the passenger seat carefully but still a gasp came out of you, he zipped your belt and closed your door, and then he went to his seat.

During the drive home, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit tense because of the sticky mess in between your legs, but still the light burn in your core felt quite pleasant making your cunt pulsate.

When you finally where in front of your house, you sighted “Next time instead of fucking in the middle of the dance floor, better drag me to the car and fuck my brains out here” the embarrassment was starting to kick in, the liquid confidence losing its effects.

Soonyoung looked at you with a crooked smile "why next time when I can do it right now?"

pretty baby

pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: straight up filth smut

warnings: car sex, cum play, dirty talk, exhibitionism (kinda?) (lmk if i missed something)

"such an obedient whore, taking everything i give her," soonyoung groans as he grabs your hips and thrusts upwards, maintaining the initial brutal pace. his words keep adding to your pleasure, making you clench as you desperately bounce on his cock.

"yea, you like this baby? like getting... fuck-" he throws his head back, letting out a guttural groan that goes straight to your abused hole. "like getting fucked right outside your house like this?" you can't help but whine at both his words and the way he rubs harsh circles on your swollen, overstimulated bud.

you let out a cry, keening in pleasure as he continues spewing absolute filth from his pretty mouth, "what if your parents walk out, huh? what if- what if they see their precious, innocent daughter getting fucked in a car-" you clench around him again, your pussy throbbing at his words, "-in a car, out in the open like this?"

his hips bucking into you, hitting that one particular spot that has you seeing stars, paired with his nimble fingers toying with your abused clit sends you tumbling over your edge. you bite your lip, trying to contain your moans that sound borderline pornographic at this point and throw your head back as you cream his cock.

"that's my pretty baby, you're doing so good," he keeps slowly thrusting into you, trying to drag out your orgasm and you almost sob at how good it feels.

once you've come down from your high, he speeds up his thrusts once again and if you weren't already sobbing earlier, you sure are now. bouncing on his dick while he whispers absolute filth in your ears, you let out whines and whimpers at the burning overstimulation.

after a few more thrusts and a couple dozen messy kisses, you feel him spill inside you, painting your inner walls white.

you softly moan when he pulls out after a while and the sensation of his cum running down your thighs makes you clench around nothing. the very thought of him fucking you so good and filling you up to the brink with his cum has your now gaping hole wanting to be fucked full of his seeds all over again.

"you okay, baby? was it too much?" you're brought out of your dirty thoughts as soonyoung gently rubs your back. you bite your bottom lip, shaking your head side to side, "it was just right."

he tucks himself back in his pants and kisses your forehead.

"good." his fingers soon find their way back to your engorged clit and he starts to play it with again.

soon after, he gently enters two of his digits inside you and you let out a deep breath, slowly grinding against his palm. he continues finger-fucking his cum inside you while pinching and teasing your nub for a couple of minutes before he completely stops and removes his hands from your core.

before you can voice out your dissapointment and need in the form of a whine, his fingers are inside your mouth.

"you're never satisfied, are you?"

you let out a hum at the heady taste of both of your mixed arousals and maintain eye contact with him as you lick and suck his fingers, as you would his cock.

"such a whore," he chuckles and removes his fingers from your mouth as he slowly lifts you up from his lap. he looks around for your panties which he carelessly discarded earlier and once he finds it, he helps you put them on.

soonyoung pecks your lips as he runs a finger over the drenched white lace that sticks to your folds. you shudder and let your head fall against his shoulder as he shoves a finger inside your pussy again, this time the fabric snug against your walls.

"pretty baby's pretty hole is all mine, yeah?" he coos.

you nod shyly and he pecks your lips, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"keep all of my cum inside you, okay?" he places another gentle kiss on your lips again.

"i want you to go home like this," and again.

"go to your bedroom," and again.

"and touch yourself for me."

"can my pretty baby do that for me?"

svt (bias line) - anal sex

pairing: svt x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: uhhh, anal sex?

✓ wonwoo - the type to be really into it, but also be super shy to bring it up.

wonwoo's an ass guy through and through (you cannot convince me otherwise) so it's not at all surprising that he has a thing for anal and has always wanted to try it.

what is surprising, however, is how the shy, stuttering and blushing mess from a few days- scratch that, a few moments ago is now nowhere to be seen.

not with the way he has a vibrator shoved up your pussy as he takes your ass for hours at a stretch.

he will begin with a painstakingly slow pace but with the visual of your ass jiggling, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt and the tightness of your unused hole sucking all of him in, he is bound to lose control and start pounding into your ass with every last fibre of his being.

also, anal with wonwoo probably happens quite often so say goodbye to both sitting and walking for...

days? weeks? who knows?

✓ seungcheol - the type to be into it to assert dominance.

seungcheol undoubtedly fucks your ass every single time you try to tease him or get him jealous.

think of it as his way to remind you who really calls the shots in your relationship.

although you both know it's actually 'you' because he wouldn't even so much as mention anal sex ever again if you weren't okay with it.

he may be a dom (hard!dom!!!) but he's also a gentleman who's madly in love with you so your comfort comes before anything else.

speaking of him being a hard!dom, he'd want to be in total control from the very first second he enters you, railing into you as he tugs your hair.

however, he would lose his sanity less than a minute after he enters you because of how you clench and unclench around him. his thrusts would get erratic and he'd be on the edge of his high, releasing his cum inside you soon after.

to put it simply, your tight fucking hole will be the death of him, yep.

✓ mingyu - the type to do it when he is stressed.

mingyu is the purest, loveliest, kindest, most caring boyfriend ever, always treating you like you're fragile, calling you his princess and what not :(

always, except when he is troubled at work because then, things turn a total 180°. atleast in bed, they do.

it was your idea to try anal and when you had mentioned it, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. he immediately shut you down, reasoning that you didn't have to do that for him and that he didn't want to end up unintentionally hurting you.

but you, of course, had managed to reassure him that you'd be fine and that you would be able to take him well (you basically dirty talked your way) and he agreed; after assigning you a safe word, that is.

and that leads you to where you'll generally find yourself when he's had a troubled day.

after a long, tiring and very difficult day at work, he makes sure to take it out on you and the normal gentleness and care is long gone. you're bent over the bathroom counter, stretched on his fat cock as he pounds into you from behind.

he holds onto your hips with a grip tight enough to leave bruises while his other hand remains tangled in your hair, forcing you to look at your ruined, fucked out self in the mirror.

tears stream down your face as you maintain eye contact through the glass and he groans as your stretched hole flutters around him.

in conclusion? although you need to be prepped A LOT, you take him well; you take him just as well as you told him you would.

✓ soonyoung - the type to do it because it is exciting.

soonyoung loves anal because of how it is considered a tabboo; the very thought of you letting him do something so 'sinful' (you don't know where he heard that) to you excites him way more than it should.

he makes sure he fucks your ass every chance he gets; that he has stretched you open in every single room of your apartment at least once.

loves, loves, LOVES it when you let him hit it raw and loves seeing his cum ooze out of your tiny hole after he's used it to his heart's content. he then, 4 out of 5 times, proceeds to eat your ass until you're shaking and crying underneath him because-

a. he is filthy like that and

b. your boy also has a dacryphilia kink (source: trust me bro)

can definitely see him dirty talking and degrading you so so so much because this is soonyoung we're talking about.

cue "you're always willing to spread your legs for me, yeah?"

all in all, as much as he loves all three (3) of your holes, your ass is his absolute favorite.

✓ seokmin - the type to do it for the physical and emotional closeness.

even when he approaches you with the question, he is so gentle, so caring, so respectful. he rubs his thumb on your cheeks and places a kiss on your forehead, assuring you that it is okay to say no, that you don't need to do anything you dislike.

you, of course, smile and nod as you agree to it and that has seokmin on cloud nine. he whispers 'thank yous' and 'i love yous', gently pecking you all over your face :(

he'd be so soft and so considerate, moaning into your ears about how you, his beautiful girl, were doing so good for him. he'd gently rub your clit and place kisses on your neck, occasionally taking your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them

since it's all about intimacy to him, about how much you love and trust him, he makes sure you're comfortable and feeling loved and beautiful every second of the way.

"it's just as much about you feeling good as it is about me, love." ;(

basically, as usual, it would be him being the bestest boy ever.

✓ jeonghan - the type to do it only to punish you.

while seokmin is all about being soft, jeonghan on the other hand? not so much. he's very dominant and assertive in every aspect and that includes punishments.

he'd surely spank your ass and leave bright red imprints as he comes inside your hole. he'd then replace his cock with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you while you arch your back, sobbing at the overstimulation.

once he's done shoving all of his cum back inside, he'd insert a vibrating butt plug and have you keep it inside you until he says so.

HE'D ALSO BE HUGE ON AFTERCARE THO- kissing your eyelids and constanstly apologising for being too rough, while you'd simply lay spent in his arms with a loving smile on your face.

✓ seungkwan - the type to do it out of curiousity

i feel like, initially, he wouldn't really like the idea of sticking his dick inside your ass because he wouldn't want to hurt you. besides, there was no way it would feel good for you? right?

but that was until you decided to confront him about it, confessing that anal was one of your biggest fantasies.

he had neither agreed nor disagreed with it but when you were met with nothing but pin drop silence, you assumed it to be the latter and decided to stop thinking about it

loverboy seungkwan on the other hand couldn't really stop replaying the scenes from the movie he'd initially skipped, only this time, he watched it many a times, imagining the two of you doing the same.

safe to say, it had his dick straining against his pants in no time.

so the next time he sees you, he's a stuttering mess, tips of his ears tinted red. for an entire hour, you plead him to tell you what he's thinking about.

and aren't you pleasantly surprised when he's the one suggesting it this time ;) you tease him a little by not replying- oh how the tables have turned- but then when he begins apologising profusely, you kiss him mid-sentence.

one thing leads to another and you're now sat on his lap with his dick buried deep in your ass. you rub your clit in circles as seungkwan slowly thrusts into you from below, sucking your tits like a baby.

with your foreheads pressed against each other and soft moans and groans filling the air, you shed a few tears that he oh so gently- wipes away with his thumb.

good girl

pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: suggestive

with your daughter in your arms, you lean against the door frame, watching soonyoung’s figure leave for work. although you can barely see the imprint, you know his back muscles flex underneath the plain white shirt he is wearing and it looks good on him.

it looks very good on him.

your train of thought comes to a halt when he pauses in the midst of his track. furrowing your eyebrows, you stand straight. your daughter giggles and places her head in the crook of your neck.

soonyoung walks towards you with an innocent smile on his face.

did he perhaps forget something?

you have barely any time to think about it by the time he stands infront of you. he leans in close and places a loving kiss on your daughter’s cheeks. your breath hitches when he turns to look at you, his face so close to yours, his chocolate brown orbs staring deep into your soul. “be a good girl for me, yeah?”

you stand frozen as you clench around nothing. your heart pounds against your chest and you swallow the lump in your throat.

he slowly turns around and walks back to his car and although you can’t see it, you know he is smirking. your face suddenly feels warm and your pussy throbs, already aching for him. you’re sure you’ve just soaked your panties at nothing but a sentence. mere words. his words.

how did your husband’s brother have this effect on you again?

a/n: so um, yeah

precious

pairing: fiance!soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: smut + fluff(?) (towards the end?)

warnings: breeding kink, dirty talk.

with your pussy stretched wide open on soonyoung's dick, you are a babbling mess. "right th- right there," you wail, voice close to breaking.

"yeah?" he pushes in harder and you swear you're starting to see white.

you thrust up, trying to match his pace and the action makes your tits jiggle. he reaches up to grab your breast, thumb grazing over your hardened nipple and you gasp.

"so sensitive," he unexpectedly pinches the bud and you let out a whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"they'll be sore by the time i'm done with you," he pistons his hips harder and you let the whine turn into a moan.

the bed creaks and the headboard starts hitting against the wall as he lets out a groan. "when i get you pregnant- fuck you full of my cum, these will be fucking swollen."

unable to speak, you mewl, clenching around him at his filthy words- "yeah, you like that? tell me you want it."

"soonyoung, please," thrashing, you arch your back, "i want it so bad, baby."

he bites his lip at the sight of you begging under him and as per your request, he snaps his hips fucking your wet heat harder and faster.

"that's my doll," he praises, "letting me have my way with her pretty pussy."

you feel your orgasm approaching as your legs quiver under his unforgiving pace. you can tell he was close as well. with strands of hair sticking onto his forehead, his voice wavers and his huge length throbs inside you as he continues to fuck you brutally.

"everyone will know you're fucking mine," he lowers himself to kiss your jaw and nibbles on your neck. "they'll know how you were so needy, so desperate for my cock that-" he rolls his hips, kissing behind your ear, "-that you spread your legs for me and let- let me fuck you raw."

you whimper, pressing your chest against his as he continues to press wet, messy kisses on your neck and shoulder. "i'm gonna fuck you so full of my cum, it's going to dripping out of your cunt for days," he grinds his hips into you.

you mewl into his mouth and your bud pulsates at the sudden contact of his pelvis on your clit. you spread your thighs wider for him and he growls, pounding into you relentlessly, "shit- i'm gonna fill you up to the brink. you want that, don't you?"

as you're on the edge of both your sanity and climax, you helplessly clench around him and thrust up to fuck yourself on his length.

"gonna leave this pretty little pussy all wet and messy," he pants and you can't help tighten your grip on the sheets underneath you.

he moves his fingers to your engorged nub and rubs it in circles. the action sends a familiar warmth rushing through your body and you cum, thrashing under his hold.

you clench and unclench around him, tugging on his hair and he follows soon after, the tightness of your pussy making it difficult for him to hold back. you feel his cum reach deep inside your cunt and moan at the warmth against your wet walls.

soonyoung shuts his eyes, groaning and letting out curses as you continue to milk him dry.

"i love you soon-to-be wife," he places his head on your chest and grunts. you let out a tired giggle, scrunching your nose, when he bends lower to press a kiss on your stomach.

"i love you too, soon-to-be-be husband." running your fingers through his hair, you tug on it to pull him close to your mouth and he flashes a beautiful smile, looking at you with constellations in his eyes. he leans down to press his lips on yours and you feel your heart swell in content as he smiles into the kiss.

you cannot wait to spend the rest of your life with someone so precious.

all mine

pairing: boyfriend!soonyoung x reader

genre: smut

warnings: nipple play

you lay sprawled beneath your boyfriend in nothing but a shirt and panties, as he continues to suck bruises on your neck. a shiver runs down your spine when you feel his large hand travel under your- well, his to be exact- shirt and your pussy throbs in excitement.

you sigh when he thumbs over your sensitive nipples, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts in his palms. pinching and pulling one of the swollen, hard buds every now and then, his kisses slowly trail down lower and lower, until his mouth lands over your other breast, his warm breath fanning over your covered tits.

"mine," he licks your bud from over the fabric, circling his tongue, before completely taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.

you run your fingers through his hair, arching your back, as he flicks the perked bud back and forth before sucking on it again. he, then, pulls away with a pop, turning to give the same attention to your other tit.

"all mine," he states, tugging on it with his teeth, while he tweaks the other pebbled nub between his thumb and forefinger.

he keeps playing with your upper body, switching between the two buds as you moan, desperately pushing his head deeper in your chest. he turns to look at you and winks before teasingly biting on them.

you let out a gasp and your dampening panties stick to your folds as you writhe under him, "soonyoung, please."

kinky as he is, the way you moan his name sends more blood rushing to his already hard cock and he groans, sucking on your tits harder.

"fuck baby- slow down, please," you whimper, arching your back as you push your chest in his face- your actions in contrast to your words.

but as though he knew you didn't actually want him to stop, he continues sucking on it like a baby while his right hand slowly moves south, finally cupping your heat.

"oh my god-" you mewl, grinding against his palm while he rubs you over the fabric. a sudden slap lands on your wet core and you jerk, letting out a cry of his name again.

he bites your bud, sucking it really hard one last time before leaving it with a pop to examine the way your chest heaves up and down.

you try to rub your legs together in desperate need of any sort of friction, innocent eyes looking up at him and he grins- he's barely done anything and you already look so ruined beneath him.

his eyes travel down lower to your breasts and he lets out a primal, guttural groan at the wet patch near your nipples. he sucks in a breath when he realises that your buds look visible under the fabric of his wet, and now see-through t-shirt.

"fuck, you look so pretty in my clothes," he moans, bending down right away to take your nipples into his mouth again.

you pant, trying to suppress a sob from how brutal he is and how painfully pleasurable it feels. you think about how he probably won't stop until your tits are sore, until you cum from just this. as if he had the same thought in his mind, you feel him grin against you before he playfully bites on your nipple. arching your back, you let out another wail as you tug on his hair for more. it was going to be a long night.