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Namjoon has been my first kpop bias btw 🤭

(I have too much free time sorry for those essays 💀)

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 14

[day fourteen: face sitting]

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

notes: smut essentially straight under the cut. also unedited so if there are mistakes no there aren’t <3

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There was the raw sort of lustful want from Namjoon at the mere thought of your thighs caged around his head, face pressed into your sodden pussy.

His cock stirs in his underwear as he watches you pull a shirt over your head, eyes flickering down to your ass; underwear clinging to your skin. Ever so pretty, Namjoon’s fingers itching to sink into your skin.

“Baby” he murmurs, deep rumble of his voice making goosebumps prickle down your arms.

You meet his eyes in the mirror, “yeah?” you turn to look at him. Body on autopilot when he beckons you over with a crook of his fingers.

Your knees sink into the mattress, hand slipping into his as you straddle his lap, pussy clenching when you press over his hard cock.

Your thighs squeeze around his hips, rocking forward ever so slightly as your panties start to slick up, hint of friction sending jolts of pleasure from your clit.

Namjoon’s hands brace against your thighs, watching down the length of his nose as you rut desperately against him, slowly working you up desperate enough. Because as much as he loved you smothering him with your cunt, you weren’t always so open to the idea.

Not because it didn’t feel good, but rather the insecurity of knowing you’d be literally sat on his face.

“Namjoon” you moan, fingers curling into the shirt he was wear, quick to lift your hips so he could pull your panties off after he taps your thigh.

His shirt rides up over his stomach as he drags your bare pussy over his honeyed skin, tacky with your leaking arousal.

“Want you to ride my face, baby” he groans, thumb pulling back the hood of your clit, pressing over the little bud.

You glance down at him, eyebrows furrowing in the slightest. And he’s sure a million thoughts are running through your mind as your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, pleasure slowly ebbing away as your hips stop rutting forward.

“Joon...” you start, voice barely above a whisper.

He hums, thumb rubbing circles over your thigh as he glances up at you, “Please, my love. Make a mess of me”

You swallow as you meet his eyes, Namjoon’s lips barely curling into smile, lazy at the corners as he feels you clench; new wave of slick wetting his skin.

“You know I’ll tell you if it’s too much” he presses on, “gonna make you feel good”

You don’t have to voice your insecurities for him to know, always so caught up in your own mind he wonders If part of the appeal is making you fall apart on his tongue. Mind so lust drunk you don’t dare think about anything else other than his tongue pressing you in places that have your toes tingling and stomach coiling in pleasure.

He lets you stew in your own thoughts for a moment, thumb pressing over your clit gently, sparking up that need for pleasure.

You push yourself up, scooting up his body until your legs cage his head, cheeks burning red as he eyes your pussy, tongue wetting his bottom lip.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” you ask, bringing his attention to your face if only for a moment before his hands are wrapping around your thighs, tugging you that little bit lower.

“I’m serious, Namjoon” you warn, “You better tell me”

“I will” he huffs, warm breath fanning over your folds, clit throbbing as he presses a kiss over your little pearl, tongue flickering out past his lips.

Your fingers curl over the headboard of the bed, toes curling as he brings you down over his mouth, lips sucking at your wet folds.

Your thighs shake a little as you try and hold the weight of your body, anxiety still pressing in the back of your mind, slowly fizzling to a phantom thought as he presses his tongue into you—hands curling around your thighs to fully tig you over his face.

He helps you rock your hips forward, moan slipping past your lips when his nose nudges against your clit. He swallows down everything you have to offer, starved of your essence as he lets it coat his tongue, deep grumble of a moan vibrating over your folds as he licks over your cunt.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, worry slowly melting to nothing but a lust filled haze as you start to use him to get yourself off. Namjoon’s cock twitching beneath the veil of his underwear at your evident pleasure, his name the only word falling out of your mouth between moans as your pleasure starts to build.

Ache in your thighs ignored as your stomach clenches, dribble of arousal painting Namjoon chin and cheeks as you rut your hips forward.

“Gonna cum” you whine, tugging his hair that little bit harder, pressing his face that little further into your cunt. Each exhale out of his nose tickles your clit, mouth tipped open in a silent moan as his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, own moan of shared pleasure sending you over the edge.

He swallows down your cum, tongue pressing flat between your folds as he sucks over your entrance, groaning at the heady taste of you. Slick and cum smeared across his lips and chin and just ever so messy.

Your thighs quiver as you try and escape his hold, pussy tingling in that slowly growing overstimulation as his lips wrap around your clit, suckling it, roundabout way to try and get you to cum again for him.

“Shit—Joon” you whine, chest stuttering for a breath, “No more”

“One more” he murmurs against your cunt, voice muffled before he’s pressing his tongue back into you, eyes closed in bliss as you leak a little more over his chin.

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CHERRY POP:: ( day 17 )

WARNING:: fingering, fem! Reader, dom! Jisung, innocent! Reader, corruption kink, oral, fingering, teasing, edging, virgin! Reader.

SUMMARY:: studying with the boy who has a bad reputation within your peers, yet seemed so nice and harmless in your eyes.

You had heard about boys like Jisung. He was mean and liked to mess with peoples heads. But it was hard to believe when you sat next to him and he'd been nothing but sweet to you. He let you copy his notes after you took a sick day, he would give you small snacks from time to time, and even asked how your day had been going.

He had done almost everything under the sun to make sure you knew he had an interest in you. From letting you copy his notes and borrowing pencils, to bringing small snacks for you to share. He even went out of his way to buy a pack of bandaids because you always get paper cuts.

But the sad reality was that you were all to naive and bubbly in the mind to even catch his drift, he hadn't had a chance to even insinuate he had a sort of infatuation with the idea of pounding you stupid while you cry.

But the sad reality was that you were all too naive and bubbly in the mind to even catch his drift, he hadn't had a chance to even insinuate he had a sort of infatuation with the idea of pounding you stupid while you cry.

But then Jisung got his chance. Your professor had assigned that your deskmate would be your partner and that you wouldn't be given time during your lecture to work on it so you would have to meet up in your free time to get the work done.

And after an exchange of words the both of you decided to meet at Jisung's apartment to work together from scratch and finish while managing to get a good grade.

The last thing Jisung was worried about was his grade to be completely honest, he was focused on one thing, you. So when you sat next to him in your cute little sweater vest and crème plaid skirt that rode up your plush thighs while you skimmed over pages of the book your project was on he couldn't focus on anything but you.

And you had realized he had been looking at you for a while when you looked out the corner of your eye, the proximity between the two of you who had been so small. You both sat at the wooden desk right beside each other, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him looking at you so softly "what?" You ask in a curious tone while your eyes meet his gaze.

"Huh?" He asks, completely dazed as he blinks "you were staring Jisung" you whisper, Jisung only clears his throat and grabs the can of soda with a straw inside. "Can't help it" he mumbled as he caught the plastic straw between his teeth and let his lips wrap around it while drinking the carbonated drink inside.

"Why?" You ask tilting your head subtly as your hair moves a bit out of place. "I just need a bit of help" he feigned with a lost look on his face. You only lean closer to look down at his worksheet to see a few words scattered along in black pen messily while most of it had been blank.

"I can help. The page numbers in your notes have all the answers" you tell him as he picks up the thick book the both of you had been reading the past few weeks with your class only now having to work on the project. He flips through the beige paper on a small hunt to find the page written in his note.

Jisung had decided to contribute. He would rather still have a good grade on this project rather than you doing all the work, although it was hard to focus with your skirt riding up your thighs that had been pushed against his leg as you tried to look into his book and highlight some of the answers.

But as time went on Jisung had grown tired of watching you look down at the book and decided to take matters even further into his own hand. His fingers brushed against your plush thigh sending goosebumps up against your skin. As you shivered you looked up at him, your eyes flickering from the book to him as you had trouble deciding on exactly how you felt about his cold fingers rubbing up and down your thighs tickling you almost.

"You're very pretty, you know that right?" Jisung said as he tried to lower his head and catch the look on your face while you annotated in your notes to get some of your own answers. "Thank you-" you answered shyly hoping your face didn't get flush or your lips bite back the smile you wanted to put on so badly.

"No really! You're very cute" he said as his tone dripped in amusement, yet you hadn't caught the whim of it because his pale nimble fingers brushed some of your hair away from your face. You look up to see his dark brown eyes looking back with a look you had never seen before.

You shy away from him as you look away in hopes the conversation would stop. But it doesn't because Jisung is stubborn, his hand finds itself cupping your face and turning your head to face him. "Look at me" he demanded, his tone was stern, and who were you to disobey it?

When you look up at him with large doe eyes he can't help but feel his cock twitch in his pants at how cute you looked. "You don't have to be shy with me, I promise I can take care of you" he whispers just above a whisper as his eyes look at your plump and glossy lips. "Take care of me?" You ask, feeling your mind being scattered all over the place.

"Mhm, I can show you if you want" he nods as his fingers catch your chin in a small grip and a boyish grin that sat perfectly on his red stained lips from his soda. You nod in response, you wouldn't take any other way, Jisung was being selfless in your eyes as he offered to take care of you.

He smiled as he leaned in closer and you could feel his warm breath on your face as his cologne engulfef you. His nose brushes against yours as he closes the distance your lips press against each other.

Although you were fairly inexperienced in intimacy you tried to kiss back but you were stiff. Jisung only pulled away cooing at your desperate face. "Slow down. Let me guide you" he said, caressing your face as he pecked your lips.

"Okay" you say as you lean forward once more letting your lips gently collide, his lips move softly against yours, tilting his head Jisung deepened the kiss letting his tongue pushing past your lips and brushing against yours.

You let out a small whimper as your hand grabs onto his thigh which he didn't mind at all. Jisung thought your eagerness was so cute it turned him on. He couldn't help but let his hand trail to the back of your neck pulling you closer.

Your breathing was in shambles as you felt something weird that makes you shiver and clench your thighs together. Pulling away you press your forehead to Jisung's as you let out a small whine squirming in your chair.

"I feel so weird- I need help" you whine as you push your skirt between your legs hoping to relieve yourself of the sudden feeling inside your panties frustrating. "Yeah? You need my help?" He asked as his fingers trail your knee and up your thighs.

"Mhm, make it go away please" you practically moan as your hips shake, you clench your fist in frustration as it bunches up your skirt. "Can you lift your skirt so I can help you?" He asks as his large hand grasps one of your fists, rubbing gentle circles into your skin with the pad of his thumb.

"Okay" you whisper as you push your thighs together, slightly flustered at the thought of Jisung wanting to see under your skirt. Lifting it up Jisung's brown eyes were bestowed with your cute white panties, a bow on the elastic band, like a present just for him.

Jisung can't help but smile when he sees the dark patch growing as the seconds pass. Your body shivers at the way his brown eyes bore into the view of your clothed pussy and it makes you snap your thighs shut.

His lips pursed while his eyes didn't seem to move from your pantie clad crotch which you were tryin to hide from his vision. "Jisung- I've never done stuff like this, and you're making me nervous" you whine. He could only chuckle as his hands moved to your thighs as he rubs comforting circles onto your skin.

"It's okay. Remember I'm taking care of you. You trust me with your body don't you?" He asks as his eyes move to meet yours and in return he is greeted with a soft gaze. Jisung needed to see tears in your eyes from how good he fucked you. You only nod at his questions making the pinkette huff out a small laugh.

"Then open your legs so I can help you. I promise it might hurt a bit but I'll make you feel real good baby" and you shutter at the pet name he had assigned you and push your legs open regardless. This time Jisung wastes no time to tug at your panties and push it against your clit teasingly which earns him a delicious moan that fell past your plump lips.

Your legs quiver at the pressure on your clit, letting out a shaky breath you look between your legs and see Jisung pulling at your panties and pulling it to the side finally letting your pussy meet the warm air of his bedroom. Jisung could only bite back and groan at the view of your pussy glistening under the small desk lamp on the wooden table you both had been turned away from.

"Stand up" he says breathlessly, you listen to words eager to get rid of this tingling feeling between your thighs. "Sit on the desk" he directs as he pushes both of the chairs away from the desk as he waits for you to plant you butt on the wooden desktop. And just as you do you legs spread mindlessly and look up at him like a deer in headlights.

Paying no mind to the look you give him he lets himself move between your thighs so you can longer shut them, his hand makes no its way under your skirt with no hesitation. His middle finger glides against your slit feeling your slick stick to his fingers. You close your eyes and suck in a deep breath.

"It's okay, I'm gonna get rid of the weird feeling for you" he coos as he lets his ring finger and middle finger rub your clit with minimal pressure not to overwhelm you. Your eyes shoot open at the sudden pleasure as you release a breathy whine.

"Does that feel good?" He questioned as his fingers rub circles on your clit with ease as the slicked sound of your pussy greeted his ears. "Yeah, it feels really good. Please don't stop" you moan as you open your legs wider. Oh how Jisung loved the way you were falling apart and he hadn't even done anything major.

Pulling you closer to the edge of the table Jisung got down onto his knees he moved his fingers away from your pleasure seeking parts now as he had the perfect view. His hands wrap around your thighs as he looks up at you "is this okay? I can eat you right?" He asks as he kisses your inner thigh.

Your hands grip the edge as your knuckles turn a pale shade. "It's okay" you nod and watch as he smiles "good" he says back as he rips his gaze away from your face and down to your pussy with no regard for anything else going around you all.

The heat of his mouth nearing your pussy he licks small stripes against your clit before he sensually licks from your hole to your clit, and sucking on your clit with fervor.

You moan as your head falls back against the wall. The sounds you make are so pleasurable to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face.

"Oh- fuck" you manage to whimper out you tug at his hair as he groaned, your eyes shut as you moan, Jisung groans hearing the foul language fall past your lips unexpectedly with neediness dripping from your tone. His hand moving from your plush thigh under your skirt, his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit he pulled away, licking your clit once more his middle and ring fingers make way to your entrance.

Pushing in slowly you groan at the penetration, easing your tight walls around his thick fingers the slight burn and foreign feeling makes you whine. He pushes them deeper; you feel the cool metal on his rings all the way at the knuckles of his fingers as it grounds you from the euphoric feeling.

Pulling his head from under your skirt he looks up at you with your juices on his swollen lips and on his chin his fingers begin to move opening your eyes you look down at him feeling his gaze as he watches you react gasping as the feeling you grind down against his fingers "you like that? Hm?" He says as he licks your essence off of his lips.

His hair now disheveled as his cheeks were blooming with a soft blush, you nod eagerly "yeah? You want me to go faster for you?" He coos feeling you clench around him at the sound of his lewd words. "Come on, say it. Tell me what you want" he demanded, making you clench harder "yes please" you say, losing your mind on his fingers as you absentmindedly grind down on his.

He hums as he lifts your skirt bunching it over your hips he watches his finger get sucked inside of you. Moaning at the sight with sparkling eyes. His fingers hitting all the right places stuffing your pussy as the sloppy sounds of his fingers pounding into you as if you were his personal fuck toy.

"So good just for me right?" He asks as his tongue finds its way back to your clit, he looks up at you choking on your moans "only you I promise Ji" you say feeling a familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach. "I feel something," you whimper.

sending tingles down your body before he licked big stripes of your cunt, sucking on your clit, his tongue working wonders on you. "It's okay just let go, cum on my fingers" he says possessively.

His thumb replacing his tongue as he rubs circles on your clit, your hips shake as your mind is clouded with the sudden rush of your orgasm. You let out an almost pornographic moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you until you ride out your high.

"Good girl" he coos as you grip his wrist as overstimulation starts to creep in. Waiting for you to come down he slowly removes his fingers as he is eager to taste you. Jisung's dripping fingers make their way up to your clit as his mouth makes its way to your puffy lips. he pushes his heavy fingers on your clit as he adorns your lips with light pecks and kitten licks before using his free hand to pull them apart and licking your hole. his mouth sucks you hard in its endeavor to suck out whatever your pussy allows him.

Your hips buck at the feeling the sloppy sounds make your head spin. one of your hands moves to grip the hair on the back of his head and you push his face into yourself even more "oh god" you say shivering at the feeling. Pulling away his eyes look up at you while his lips attach themselves to your thigh that still sat on the wooden table, he bites and sucks the skin on your thigh in different spots leaving red and purple spots to bloom into hickeys as the hours pass.

Pulling away he lifts his fingers still covered in your cum up to his lips sucking on them becoming addicted to the way you taste. "You taste so good" he mumbled as he stood up showing the tent in pants that seemed to grow. And once your eyes meet the bulge your eyes visibly widen.

You had no idea what you did to Jisung but his mind was in a haze "what about you?" You ask looking at the obvious boner sticking "I wanna help you" you whisper while your hand weakly reaches out to touch at him. And just as your fingers raze the bulge you see his thigh twitch.

"Are you sure you can take it?" He asks as he begins to fiddle with the button of his jeans. "I know I can" you watch the button come undone and the zipper being pulled down. You could only see the elastic band of Jisung's boxers but regardless you were still nervous.

Everything moved so fast yet here you were on his desk pushing back the books to the other side of the desk without any regards for the cherry soda can that had sat idly. You almost giggled in shock as you didn't even realize Jisung had pulled his jeans down to his ankle and was fisting his cock in his hands while looking down at your pussy that still had been on display.

You looked down seeing how tight his fingers wrapped around his length while translucent liquid seeped from his tip down his shaft. You reach your hand towards his fist and push it away, trying for yourself to do exactly what you saw, the slight squelching of his precum making friction with your hand had you clenching around nothing.

"Like this? Does it feel good like this?" You ask looking up at Jisung who had his eyes closed and his bottom lip caught between his teeth while his breathing was heavy. His hands now hold up the hem of his shirt while his hips buck into your hand.

"Mhm, just like that. Keep going" he says in a raspy voice. Fuck Jisung was gonna lose it hearing the way you giggled as you felt him twitch in your palm. "It's so pretty" you whisper to yourself as you move your hand harder. Jisung couldn't believe he was drunk on the feeling of your hand and he didn't even put his cock inside you yet, which brings him to his next conclusion.

"You know what would make me feel so much better?" He asks as he opens his eyes to look down on you. "Hm?" Your question is just barely focused. "What if I made both of us feel good at the same time Hm? You like that idea baby?" He asks. And there it was, the butterflies in your stomach churning "as long as it makes you feel good Ji" you mumbled.

God it was like you were heaven sent. He pulls your hand away from his shaft as he finds himself getting comfortable between your thighs once more his hand finds place at his base as he presses his tip to your clit rubbing his precum over it, your heavy breathing put Jisung in a trance that nobody has ever had before.

Before he could even push his tip to your entrance he opens the drawer beside him grabbing a condom and while the both of you exchange looks Jisung uses his teeth to rip open the pack and letting the wrapper drop the floor as he slides the condom over himself.

"You ready?" He asked giving you one more final look in hopes you wouldn't back out but also letting you take a chance at voicing you wanted to stop. But the smile on your face as you said "I'm ready" with a nod make Jisung smile proudly as his ego boosted beyond normal levels.

He pressed his tip against your entrance watching as it sinks inside your tight walls. The both of you hiss as your both looking down to we're you had been connected. You let out a small whine at the stretch where as Jisung slowly let himself push inside you slowly letting you get accustomed to his size.

Your hands move to his shoulders as your nails dig crescents into his skin, Jisung didn't mind he knew you were in pain, he decided to buck his hips just a bit to ease the pain you felt from the stretch. "Can I move more?" He mumbled as his hands hold your waist. You felt your walls ease around him so you take a deep breath. "You can move" you answer.

His hips gyrate as he thrusts into you slowly, the sound of your pussy squelching makes you feel slightly embarrassed, but your thoughts are irrupted by the pleasure which earns a moan from you. "It feels- good" you let your moan rip through your throat like a knife. "Yeah? I make you feel this good?" He asks with a foggy mind.

His hips rock into yours as his mind is clouded with the sweet smell of your perfume, his head drops into your shoulder as his lips leave small wet kisses. "You feel so fucking good" he groaned as he begins to suck on a small spot on your neck.

Your rigid walls rubbing against his shaft while you were already so tight and warm just made his eyes roll back while his hand mess with the buttons on your shirt to get the fabric that had kept your warm skin from touching.

Jisung was choking back moans as he pulls your shirt off of you and dropping it onto the desk besides you. Your head was tilted back as you let the pleasure wash over you like a wave. You wanted to drown in the ocean that was Park Jisung, and from the way his hand falls to underneath your thigh to hike it up onto the desk and he stroked deeper inside you he definitely wanted you to.

"Faster" you moan as your hand entangled itself into his hair pulling on his hair as your heavy breathing into his ear. "Yeah? You want me to fuck you faster? You're so greedy and we barely started- fuck" he groaned into your neck as his mind is blank.

How could you make him feel so good and you didn't even know what you were doing? Was it the way you moaned into his ear? Maybe the way your pussy felt around him as his hips are now sharply moving into you as his pace speeds up? Or maybe it's the way you were so easily falling apart on his cock as you come closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm.

"Yeah, it's so deep and it feels so good" you giggle out as you moan, your lips were swollen but that wouldn't stop you from biting them. You try to desperately roll your hips against his which makes Jisung lose his mind even more.

"Does it? Huh? You like it when I help you like this?" He asks as he leans back holding onto your thighs watching your cheek bounce almost spilling from the bra as he holds your hips still giving harder thrusts "Yes, yes, yes" you practically sob as his hips begin to deliver faster thrusts inside you. "So good" he moaned as his head pushes back into the nape of your neck you tilt your head to the side to give him more space.

You feel the warmth of his tongue licking a stripe on your bare skin slowly he began biting and sucking leaving behind trails of hickeys. "Oh fuck" you moan as you let your fingers slide through his hair your eyes roll back.

His hips buck into you harder and deeper making you clench down on him harder as you moan "you're so deep" you say while arching your back as the desk thumps against the dry wall a harsh sound of his thighs meeting yours resided in the air.

"You feel so good like this" he groaned as his hands grip your waist harder the feeling of your warm wet walls gripping him so good just puts his mind in a sudden state of cloud 9. The way you tugged his hair and dragged your nails across his bare skin made him want to cum so bad.

"please—" you begged as your head lulled back against the wall and your moans pushed him further to go harder and faster. You moan as you feel like your on the tipping edge of your orgasm, your hand falling in between your thighs to rub your clit in hopes to boost your hopes of cumming.

Pushing your hand out of the way stubbornly Jisung pushes the harsh pad of his thumb against your clit rubbing it as he moans out in the way your hand tugs his hair. Biting his swollen lips he pounds into you harder making your back arch even more your chests are pressed together.

The room was now warm as the sticky sound of skin slapping and the desk pounding against the wall was pretty much anyone could hear neither of you had shame in anything you did. The way he pounded into you could make it seem like a pornstar was just doing child's play.

"So fucking tight" he groaned as his hips sporadically thrust into you at a sloppy pace to feel your walls practically suck him back in.

The way your walls around his dick was absolutely delicious to ran he couldn't help but moan as his thrust pick up "oh my fucking god- you feel too good" he gasps as his thrust become deeper and sharp.

With each snap of his hips the sound of skin on skin resided in the air along with breathy moans, his eyes settled down on your where you were connected and watching how he disappeared inside you with every thrust.

Your moans were like a symphony to his ears and he just couldn't get enough. His lips press against yours out of desire to feel you, his tongue licks the underside of yours sucking on it while you moan into his mouth.

His dirty words make you clench around him tightly as you nod eagerly "it feels- so good" you gasp hoping that the feeling would never end. The small nipping of his teeth on your skin almost pushing you over the edge.

"I want you to cum for me, let that big feeling go and it would make me feel so good baby" he moaned as he practically slams into you so hard he begins to tip the metal can filled with the long forgotten carbonated drink.

And the mention of that feeling had began to build in the pit of your stomach "I feel like I'm gonna explode" you cry out as the pleasure drives you to tears as they cloud your eyes.

But that didn't stop Jisung from letting his hands trail to your back and unhook your bra, dropping it onto the floor with the rest of your clothes he took his shirt off as well.

Your sweet moans and whines were bringing him equally as close but he wanted to- no he to see you fall apart on his cock while you cum. And the way your bare chest bounced pushed him even further.

The way his pelvic bone made friction against your clit had your head spinning while the knot in your stomach was close to coming undone. And the feeling of Jisung's tongue against your nipple had sent shivers down your spine as you grip his hair harder.

"You like that? When I fuck you hard like this?" He asks with a hard gaze up at you who was nodding "oh you're enjoying this so much baby" he coo'd as you babble in coherent words in response to his dirty ones that sent you into a spiral.

"I'm gonna- oh god! It feels so-" you bite your lip as your eyes roll back. The sudden shock of your orgasm at instantly shut you up as Jisung chased his orgasm as your warm tight walls spasm around him. "Mmh, it's okay, you're doing good" he whispers as he feels himself being pushed over the edge by your whimpers while he fucks your through your high.

And like an artist playing in white paint Jisung spills his seed into the condom as a guttural moan as his jaw slacks. As he gives you a few more harsh thrusts. His last thrust is so hard that the desk nearly puts a hole in the wall, lucky for him the only thing that happened was the soda can with the cherry flavored drink inside spilled over onto the wooden floors and his desk.

The both of you sit in silence as you wrack your brains. Jisung realized how pussy drunk he had gotten as he slipped out of you slowly taking off the condom he tied it and threw it in the trash without a second thought his focus was on you. He rubs comforting circles on your thighs as you breath heavily with your eyes shut.

Your skin was glowing, and the warm lighting of the sun on your skin did all kinds of justice for you. "I'm so tired- I think this project can wait a little while" you say lazily as the feeling of soreness sinks in.

"Alright then, let's get you in a warm bath and some comfortable clothes. We can finish the project when you feel better okay?" He says as he moves away from you and your body warmth to grab his boxers "okay" you say content with his plan.

You watch him disappear into the bathroom connected to his room as you look at the 'cherry pop' can sit on its side still leaking with the red drink on the floor which you knew would grow sticky if nobody cleaned up.

And as time ticked away you watch droplets of the red liquid fall into a puddle on the floor.

OH GREAT HEAVENS, WHEN I READ THAT, OH BOY, IT WAS OOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR FOR ME. I AIN'T KIDDING Y'ALL. THE WAY THIS FIC MADE ME FEEL. KSOXKDKZOKZKSNAKKZHVKSLZKJJZKAKKBHJFCJSPSOSKXIJKALPSSLWMWKSLXLXKJNSKOSSLSLSLXLKBVGUQKWSKZKXKSKSKZLZKSKAKSKZKZSKSKZLXLZLSSSMNJOSOZKXJXJISKWNSNKSOZKSSNKZKKKANANAKAAKAMSNKKXLZLWMSMSLOZLZZKAMSMLSZLZKZLALWNSNSNKZKZKANNKZKZKZKSLSLZKANAAKKALAL

DREAM GIRL 💭 kim namjoon.

pair. writer! namjoon x f. reader | genre. age gap romance, obsession, love at first sight, angst | warnings. corruption kink, profanity, slight stalker behavior, daddy kink, pet names, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, power imbalance, just filthy sex tbh | word count. 3.7k

synopsis. “tell me pretty baby, have you ever been fucked up against a wall?” or namjoon is completely enamored by your angelic innocence, and absolutely has to claim you.

Kim Namjoon spent most of his time reading.

His most recent binge had been Murakami books, the woman through a man’s point of view, and while fascinating—it lacked depth. Intensity. This author clearly understood the peculiar sex very little, was entirely focused on his love for them, and their reaction to it. If it was Namjoon, he’d let them lead the narrative, while he’d step back and observe.

Women were to be observed, understood, before approached. This is how he found you, a perfect little angel in your white dress, sipping coffee outside his neighborhood’s café, softly talking to a grey, stray cat, your hand extended out for it, your fingers delicate in their calling. You stopped him dead on his tracks. He could do nothing but stare.

You looked so peaceful in your oblivion, your hair up and away from your face, a book propped on your knees. Namjoon’s feet moved without his knowledge, his mind replaying one thing—I have to see your face, your beautiful features, I need to meet you, sweetheart. Shamefully, his cock stirred in his pants, alerting him of his improper intentions. No matter. He couldn’t control his response to you, didn’t want to.

Walking in the coffeehouse, he leaned against the tall counter, head lazily falling into his open palm, gaze following your every move. Ordering his usual drink, he gathered the courage to approach you. You seemed to like this cat, so, perhaps an animal lover, and you most certainly were a reader—it was a start, an opening for him.

Clouds were beginning to gather, September coming to an end, but you paid no mind to them, your eyes scanning the pages of whatever you were reading. His writer brain was romanticizing your entire existence, was picturing you under him, in his arms, consumed, defiled, claimed. A pretty little thing dancing in the rain, running towards him, laughing, the outline of your breasts visible for anyone to see.

Henry Miller would’ve been one jealous fucker if he’d ever known you were out there, years ahead of him, a muse for the taking. Namjoon thanked every fucking God known for putting you in his way. Bukowski would be having a field day fantasizing about your honey dripping thighs and sweet pussy. You are every writer’s dream, sweetheart, and do you even realize?

“Beautiful choice,” he comments on the book in your lap, coming to stand over you, desperately trying not to lose it over your angel features.

You jump, startled, and look up to witness the most breathtaking man you’ve ever come across in your life, smiling down at you. You smile back without meaning to, your back straightening, your shoe clad feet touching the pavement.

“Anaïs is for the bold,” you retort, voice light, motioning for him to sit in the empty chair opposite you.

He’s massive, with strong arms and long legs. He thanks you softly and takes the seat, paper cup in hand, eyes piercing through you in an identifiable way. You shiver—blame it on the chilly day.

“Are you bold, then?” He asks cryptically, leaning into you. You feel exposed, but intrigued. So incredibly intrigued.

You falter in giving him your answer. You don’t even know his name. You don’t think it matters. “I—I try, I think.”

He smirks, and pulls away, taking with him his amber scent and magnetism. You miss it as soon as it’s gone. You reason with yourself, try to find an explanation for your thought’s reaction—your body’s.

“I’m Namjoon, sweetheart. What should I call you?” His voice was velvet; deep, and manly. It radiated through you.

Closing the book, you instead chose to hold your coffee cup between your hands, a distraction from the intense man pinning you down with those dark eyes. His black leather jacket accentuated his big shoulders, the buzz cut on the top of his head making him appear meaner than he actually was. Namjoon was older, you could tell. It scared you, but in the way rollercoasters make you nervous, or in the way thunder cracked in the night, somewhere far away, miles and miles from you. Bark with no bite.

“(Y/N),” you reply, licking your dry lips.

He follows the movement. “Pretty—(Y/N),” he tries it in his mouth, the sound sinful, inviting. “It’s beautiful.”

He sees your cheeks flush crimson, your head dropping to hide. Namjoon is an intuitive person, a risk-taking man. His fingers reach out, his index lifting your face to look at him. Your breathing has changed, you’re not accustomed to flirting, much less compliments from strangers, it’s all there for him to see. His innocent baby. He’d take his time with you. You deserved nothing less—he’d give you the fucking world, if you so wished.

“Are you a lover of books?” You ask, wanting to break the incantation, disperse the intensity of the moment.

His hand drops, the touch that lit a fire inside of you burning still, bright and strong heading lower, in between your legs, gone in an instant. You mourned for it, yearned for his hand to come back, touch you somewhere else. Your thoughts were shameless, your deepest desires but a breath away.

“You could say that,” he sips from his cup, calm and collected, legs crossed, studying you. “I’m a writer.”

“No way!” You exclaim, your cute reaction eliciting a laugh out of him. How adorable, he thinks, watching your nose scrunch up, your small, fuckable mouth curving in a smile that knocks the wind out of him.

“What about you, angel?”

“I’m a sophomore in college. Literature.”

Of course you are, his smart girl. He needs you to know, before he proceeds. He needs you to vocally say it’s okay for him to court you, to make you his. He won’t lay another finger on you until you do so.

“Sweetheart, you understand the age gap between us, don’t you?”

The part you dreaded. The truth. “Yes,” you say loud enough for just him to hear.

Namjoon leaves his now cold drink on the table, leans forward, forearms resting on top of his knees, fingers lacing together, a serious expression on his flawless face. Is this how it happens, you think? One day, out of the blue, no warning, no signs? Love, plainly in sight, asking you to accept it? You can’t say no. You don’t want to say no, knowing the difficulties, the struggles that entails.

“One word of yours and I’m out of your life. You’re holding the reigns,” he explains, but his eyes are terrified of you rejecting this, of scorning him, of sending him away after he’s found you, an oasis after a long dry desert.

He wants to love you madly. He wants to fuck you senseless, and ruin you for any other man. Most of all, he wants you to want the same things. Eight years isn’t a lot, but it’s a lifetime apart.

“You—you like me?” Your lips fall open, your chest deflates.

Oh, sweetheart, you might not be ready for what I feel for you, what I’m planning to do to you—it’s beyond words. Beyond reason.

“As soon as I saw you. I’m not a talkative person, (Y/N), I don’t walk up to just any girl.” There go those eyes again, haunting your soul, turning you inside out.

You blink, surprised at his honesty, at the bluntness of his words. In your twenty years on this earth, you’ve never been more sure of anything. This man will show you things you’ve never seen before, take you to places you’ve only dreamed of. He’s experienced, he’s an all rounded person.

He’s handsome. His mouth begs to be kissed.

“I like you too,” you admit, but refuse to meet his gaze.

He can’t have that. His fingers shoot out again, gently bringing your face level to his. Rain droplets release themselves from the puffy clouds. You don’t react to any of it, hypnotized under him, under his irresistible touch.

“It will be more than that. I need to know if you’ll be able to handle it, pretty girl. I’m not going to be your high school boyfriend.”

“I understand.” Your thighs clench together, your breathing erratic.

Namjoon notices, of course he does. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

Your eyelashes flutter, the red painting your cheeks turning a shade darker, your skin hot under his palm. He’s closer than ever, this broad man asking if he can take care of you. You’re endeared. Your heart is weak.

“I’m—no. A boy in my senior year,” you reply, embarrassed. Excited.

His eyes flash, something dark stirring in them, before it’s gone instantly. Jealousy. But, why? You couldn’t have possibly known, and even then…the danger. The forbidden. No, that couldn’t have been it.

Why hadn’t you waited? Who dared touched you before him? His muse, his perfect girl. Thoughts that had no place being voiced out loud, in fear of sounding insane. He would never admit to them.

“Then tell me pretty baby, have you ever been fucked up against a wall?”

His lips were but a breath away. You wanted to give in so badly, anything he wanted, you’d become pudding in his hands, melt away if that meant you’d be with him, if that meant he’d take you with him everywhere. His question. You stayed silent.

“Use your words, (Y/N). I’m not doing anything without your consent.”

You were so wet. So incredibly wet. If only he knew the influence his words had on you… He only had to reach a hand under your dress, touch your core. Then he’d realize just how inexperienced you truly were.

“Never,” you whisper.

You exchanged breaths, your eyes falling shut in the thought of his lips on yours, and it almost happened, the ghost of them faintly pressing, a gentle caress, before he pulls away completely, his hand finding yours, pulling you up with him.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you just did to me,” an arm wrapping around your waist, bringing you closer, your head at level with his chest, a man, standing before you, asking to have you.

“I should wait, I should take you out and make sure you’re fed, take care of you, every fucking inch of you, before I even begin to think—do you want this?” His voice is vibrating, filled with his desire, breath now tickling your ear, a whisper between lovers.

You just met Namjoon. You don’t know anything about him, nothing but your attraction to him. Your body’s reaction. So what if this was a bad decision? He didn’t look like a bad guy. Anais Nin wasn’t second guessing herself when she fell into an affair with Henry Miller. It just happened, their souls spoke to each other clearly. Could this be what was happening?

You wanted him inside you. You wanted what he offered, every bit of it. Yes, yes, yes.

“Take me with you, Namjoon.”

Together you run, belongings forgotten; the rain had turned from a faint whispering to a thundering roar in a split second, and it didn’t take long for the both of you to get completely drenched in it, tasting sky water, your small hand in his bigger one, holding tight, fingers intertwining.

He only had to look back once. Your dress was see-through, he could see your white undergarments, the silk of your panties, the cups of your bra. Namjoon growled, a guttural noise boiling from his throat. Immediately, he pulled you in between two buildings, a narrow alleyway leading to apartments’ fire escapes unraveling in the length of it.

Leading you under a small shed, he made sure you were against the wall, covered, while he let his arms rest above your head, your bodies touching. He looked down at you, his breathing labored, and he saw the skin glistening, the fabric sticking on every curve, those pink lips open, fast breaths exhaled.

He kisses you, then. Takes your lips as his own, traps you in his embrace. You taste like cold rain, but when his tongue slips past, there’s hints of coffee with milk. Namjoon smiles against your mouth, hands getting lost in your hair, steadying themselves at the nape of your neck, cupping your jaw, your chin—you fit right into him, so small, so precious. He’s going to love corrupting you, tainting you.

“Has anyone ever touched you…here?” His fingers bunch your dress up, dip under it, over your slick. You gasp—he marvels at your expression.

“No? Baby talk to me, use your pretty mouth,” he kisses you again, his digits moving over your panties. You’re moving with them, rubbing against them, it’s all wet wet wet—

“No one.” Your nails dig into his jacket. He sighs dreamily; you’re a vision for him. An angel send.

“Did that boy not know how to please you, baby? He just shoved his fucking dick in you carelessly?” His voice grew rough, anger rippling through him. “You deserve so much better than that, sweetheart. You deserve to be loved, to be caressed…”

With one hand slipping inside your panties, fingers curling, entering you slowly, the other one ran up and down your thigh, gripping at your waist, snaking its way to the small of your back, and back down. You couldn’t focus on anything but the pumping movements inside you, the long digits bringing you pleasure, making your cunt ache, clench around them.

Namjoon was hiding you from view with his entire body. This was only for him to see, but it also served as a test. To see how far you were willing to go with him.

“You’re doing so well, my sweet girl. So tight, so wet for me… I want to taste you, baby, I want to inhale you. Will you let me?”

Your moans were music to his ears. They started as low pants, your hand blocking most of them, your cheeks that familiar pink shade. He saw it happen, as his fingers curled a specific way, the way your legs fell open wider, the way your voice turned a pitch higher than before, unable to hold back, helpless against your pleasure. Namjoon was rock hard, stifled in his pants.

But that would come shortly. First, he needed to show you—what he can do. What you could have every single day, everywhere, as soon as you spoke the words. He’d cater to your every need, be whatever you wanted him to be. As long as he could have you, take you, own you.

A smack on your ass. Your eyes shot open, staring wide at him. He lifted you up at once, arm under those plump cheeks, his fingers still fucking your cunt vigorously. You yelped, held onto his shoulders in fear of falling, but quickly grew overwhelmed, your volume rising. Fuck him, you’re so fucking hot.

“Tell Daddy, my sweet girl—will you let me have a taste of your cunt?”

“Oh, please,” you whined, your head falling in the crook of his neck, your thoughts a jumbled mess. “Please.”

He needn’t be told twice. With your feet planted firmly on the ground again, he removed his hand from your panties, kneeling down in front of you, rain sipping through him, as he lifted your dress up. Namjoon looked up at you through his eyelashes, before he ripped that silk right off you, diving right into your slick.

Divine. He’s had a lot of sex, has tasted a lot of women, but none could ever compare to you, to your sweet fucking cunt. It was pure Heaven. And the way your back curved against the wall, pushing his head into you, his tongue swiping your wetness, sucking your clit—it was enough to make you cum. He slurped all of it up, fingers finding their way again into your warm hole. He’d blow, he fucking swears. Your beautiful voice moaning out his name, wet all over, a Goddess for him, as he laps your intoxicating juices. He drinks you up, he makes it his life’s mission.

“Fucking tell me, sweetheart, has anyone ever had a lick of this pussy? You know it belongs to me now, don’t you?”

You nod your head, losing your mind. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re convulsing this hard. His baby.

“Words.”

“Yes, daddy, yes! Please,” you sob, “please…fuck me, please…”

He locks you in place, his hands on your ass, determined to make you cum with his tongue, before his cock is anywhere near you. His impatient girl, so lost in feeling, such a slut for him, for what he’s giving you. He’s never had such a perfect woman.

When he started working both his fingers and mouth again, this time aggressively, his only motive was to get that pussy to drench him, to have your cum dripping from his chin. And it did just that when his thumb flicked over your clit relentlessly, tongue moving just underneath, three fingers deep. Your nails dug into his scalp, your entire body convulsing. He rubbed his stubby jaw on your lips, inhaling deeply. Your scent, uniquely yours—he now knew how you smelled. Truly. He would never be able to let you go.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me. Ready for me? Ready to give me another one?” He muttered, hands on your breasts, dropping kisses on your neck, before unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. “I love the way you cum. I can’t wait to have you on my bed, have my way with you. You’ll let me, yes baby? You’ll let Daddy defile you, pretty thing?”

You looked down at his girth, swallowing thickly. Namjoon chuckled darkly, allowing you to see what would enter you. He pumped himself a couple times, his other hand rubbing your pussy, making sure you were wet enough for him. You just looked so fucking innocent, all fucked out. He attacked your mouth once again, biting down on your lip.

“Do you taste yourself? My delicious fucking girl.”

He enters you slowly, brows furrowed, savoring the tightness. Once he bottoms out, he stills in you, letting you get used to him, his will made of iron. Your fingers wrap around his biceps as you take a deep breath through the sting of his cock.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks, worried.

“Yes,” you reply at once. “Go on.”

He hikes your thigh up and around his torso, as he lifts you up. You wrap around him and that’s fucking it—he loses it. His cock brutally starts pistoling into you, holding you tight against him. You meet his thrusts halfway, before it becomes too much for you to handle, instead becoming his personal little fuck doll to pound senseless. And he does. His moves are exact; sharp, and precise. He’s hitting everything inside you, the position as well as the thickness of his cock filling you up to the brim, until all you can think is him him him, inside your cunt, fucking you dumb.

“Call me by my name, sweetheart,” he pants in your ear, bouncing you on his dick.

“Namjoon,” you weakly moan, your breaths coming short, on the brink of passing out.

“My name,” he repeats harshly, ramming into you once, twice—

You throw your head back in ecstasy. “Daddy! Fuck, don’t stop! Keep fucking me please, please, I’m so fucking close daddy, please!”

“That’s my fucking angel.”

He does just that, until he can feel you spasming, until you’re screaming, begging, crying, coming on his cock, his desperate whore, getting fucked so good, isn’t she, bounce on my fucking dick, baby, ride it out, that’s right, milk me, fucking own me, my sweet fucking baby, you’re so beautiful, so fucking hot, give me a kiss—

“Where do you want me, baby? Tell Daddy, fuck you’re clenching me so goddamn hard right now, sweetheart, please.”

“Inside, please inside, I want your cum inside of me, please,” you beg, and he almost fucking chokes on his spit.

His thrusts are fast, hard and sloppy now, bruising your pussy, chasing after his own release, his mouth filthy—you want me inside this fucking cunt, don’t you my perfect fucking baby, my little slut, you’re gonna let daddy paint your walls white, won’t you, squeeze me dry, baby, fuck, come on, clench those tight fucking walls, goddamn you, I want to die in this pussy, please baby—

His arms tighten around you as he comes, and you let him; you let him calm down, for his breathing to even out, as he slips out of you, and carefully unwraps your legs from his hips, planting kisses on your shoulders, water dripping from his hair. The thunderstorm still hasn’t passed, raging on beyond the shelter of this shed.

“I’ve never experienced anything like this,” you confess as he fixes your hair, your dress, adjusts the straps, gives you his jacket to make up for the lack of underwear, and even though it’s several sizes too big on you—he cares.

It wasn’t just a lie to have a quickie with you. He took his time to explore your body, to study what makes you tick, what sends you over the edge. You didn’t even know his last name, but he knew his way around your pussy the best, better than you it felt like.

His eyes are fond, staring down in adoration. “I want to make you feel good for as long as you let me, sweetheart. I’m not here to hurt you.”

You hug him, then, your arms not quite reaching all around him. But it’s enough for him. More than enough. He thinks he’ll fall in love with you so easily. You’re the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed. He wants to hide you away, put you in his pocket and carry you everywhere.

“What’s your last name?” You ask innocently, head still buried in his chest.

He barks a laugh out, squeezing you in him, the vibration of it radiating through you. “Should’ve mentioned it, huh? It’s Kim, angel. Kim Namjoon.”

“Kim Namjoon,” you try it. It sounds…wholesome. “Hi, Kim Namjoon.”

“Hello, baby.”

The two of you stood there for a long time, waiting the storm out in each other’s arms. Namjoon couldn’t stop smiling, didn’t want to, never wanted to, ever again.

You couldn’t stop staring at him—he felt like the sun peeking after the gray of the clouds. Warm, important.

Y'all......I..just.........yeah...

brother’s best friend!lee jeno x reader

minors dni

summary: your overprotective big brother's best friend is just too irresistible. too bad you have to keep your relationship a secret from him. established relationship au!

warnings: jeno is a freak lowkey, creampie, breeding kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, size kink (if you squint), mating press, jeno fat cock, jeno is a simp, squirting, pussy eating, literally just pwp

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: intentional lowercase (i hate autocaps) and not proofread so if you see any grammar mistakes lmk. IK THIS IS A WORN OUT TROPE BUT IDC BROTHERS BEST FRIEND JENO FTW this is just so self indulgent so if its ass um ☠️

pretty pink lip gloss, fresh set of french tip acrylics, short white mini skirt, strawberry scented lotion, and a pink lacy camisole. you, na y/n, were going to be the death of lee jeno.

"dude stop looking at my little sister like that you freak," jaemin threw a dirty sock laying around at his best friend's face as jeno stared at your plump ass like a piece of meat while you were in the kitchen making yourself a snack.

"shut the fuck up man," jeno grumbled as he proceeded to knock jaemin off course in moo moo meadows in mario kart.

you smirked knowingly with your back turned. you knew exactly what you were doing. it was 10 pm on a friday night, meaning jeno and jaemin were having their weekly guys night and would crash in the living room, playing video games, drinking beer, and eating pizza.

and it also meant you would get to dangle yourself like a piece of meat in front of your boyfriend and oblivious brother as you watch your hungry boyfriend try to behave himself.

"jaem let me have a turn," you whined, inviting yourself into the living room, and sat between the two boys on the verge of beating the shit out of each other over mario kart.

"y/n you know damn well you're shit at these types of games now why would i let you play when im about to rock jeno's shit," jaemin didn't even look over at you and continued to focus on the screen. "FUCKKKK JENO THOSE GODDAMN SHELLS. FUCK YOU DICKFACE”

jeno on the other hand glanced over at you, eyes never looking once at yours and instead focused straight on your plump titties popping right out of your push up bra. and he drove right off course, leaving jaemin to yelp in victory as he finished in 1st place.

"fuck you jaemin. here y/n you can play on my controller," jeno rolled his eyes and passed his controller to you. his character was already pink yoshi, making your heart melt because he knew that was your go to.

“thank you, jeno. at least some people are actually nice and considerate,” you rolled your eyes at your older brother.

"well okay you asked for it. prepare to get your ass kicked like our dear jen over there, y/n," jaemin said with an evil glint in his eyes.

as the game was about to start, you suddenly had an idea and paused the game. "wait jaem, i don't really know how to play. can you go easy on me?"

"hell no. you wanted to play with the big boys so now you gotta face the consequences."

you turned to look at jeno, who was very obviously just staring at your tits the entire time. "jeno, jaemin is being a bitch to me. can you teach me how to play since he doesn't want to go easy on me?" you tilted your head and pouted your lip in a way that you knew he liked.

you knew damn well how to play and beat the shit out of jaemin at mario kart but you also knew how good you looked right now and how this would be the perfect opportunity to tease your sexy boyfriend.

"aw hell no that's cheating, y/n," jaemin whined.

“too bad. it ain’t up to you, sore loser.” you gave jeno a smirk with a knowing look in your eyes.

"well i don't mind. plus you won the last round anyways, jaem," jeno spoke up, shifting around and subtlely fixing his sweatpants. you were teasing him so bad and it was going straight to his cock.

jaemin looked at jeno, then you, then right back at jeno, narrowing his eyes a bit. "hey since when did you two get so chummy?"

"jaemin stop being a bitch and let's just play. i don't even know how to play and jeno helping me isn't going to suddenly make me become a mario kart god."

jaemin rolled his eyes. "whatever man."

jaemin unpaused the game and the race started. you pretended to freak out, not knowing where to go as jaemin left you in the dust.

jaemin started laughing his ass off as he quickly climbed the ranks as you were left in dead last. "kiss my ass, y/n."

jeno leaned over to show you the controls but you took this opportunity to yank him to sit behind you, causing you almost be sitting in his lap as his arms wrapped you. "now show me the controls," you grinned evilly and shifted around so your ass rubbed against his dick.

jeno was stunned. doing this literally right in front of your brother? who forbade you two from ever seeing each other? he could just smell your sweet strawberry perfume, which had him wanting to just gobble you up. and your cute little outfit, god he just wanted to rip it right off of you and mark your body up, claim you as his. and not gonna lie, the thrill of being right next to your brother and his best friend had his heart pumping blood straight to his boner.

you both were lucky jaemin had tunnel vision when it came to video games, his face literally glued to the screen. otherwise he would've seen how your little white skirt rode up your thighs and your panties were literally grinding against his best friend's cock.

you let jeno take the controller and pretended to still be the one playing, occasionally screaming out curses at your brother and let out cheers when you hit him with shells. meanwhile you were really just shifting around on jeno's cock through his sweat pants as you ran your manicured nails up and down his veiny arms that were wrapped around you. his hands just looked so big and meaty on that controller, had you fantasizing about what they would be doing to you tonight.

as you neared the final lap, you in 6th place and jaemin in 2nd, you suddenly grabbed the controller out of jeno's hands and shoved him back beside you. he let out a loud grunt as he fell to the ground. jaemin suddenly took 1st place and finished the round. you were 8th. you gave jeno a fake apologetic look as he glared at you.

“oops,” you whispered, sticking your tongue out.

jaemin looked over at you and gave you a triumphant look. "now what did i tell you?"

you rolled your eyes and stood, your skirt rode up almost all the way and on the verge of exposing the little cream panties with red hearts on them that you knew jeno loved. the way jeno was sitting, you standing up gave him the perfect view of the way your puffy pussy fit in your little panties, making him even harder than before.

"whatever loser i'm heading back to my room. have fun being bitchless on a friday night." jaemin threw a pillow at your turned back. you sauntered back to your room, making careful sure to sway your hips as you knew jeno's eyes were trained straight on your ass.

it was 1 am and you were still up, bored out of your mind and scrolling through your phone. he should've been here by now, you pouted. you got frustrated and started ripping your clothes off, leaving you in just your push-up bra and panties when a voice from behind startled you.

"baby, you already starting without me? i'm hurt," jeno wrapped his arms around you, pressing his body against yours, and whispered softly in your ear, causing you to shiver.

you puffed out your cheeks. "waited for so long. was about to go to sleep because my shithead boyfriend left me needy over here."

jeno started groping at your body, squeezing your juicy tits and lightly grinding his erection against your barely clothed ass. "sorry sweet girl. jaem wouldn't fall asleep because that girl from his econ class finally texted him back, corny ass." he left a trail of kisses down your neck and sucked at a particular spot on your collar bone that had your knees weak.

you smiled to yourself. you couldn't pretend to be mad at him for long, not when you're so whipped for him. you turned around and looked up at him, admiring your sexy boyfriend. he finally listened to you and dyed his hair back to black, leaving it long and messy just how you like it. he was wearing a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants with the simple gold chain you bought him for his birthday. he knew just how you like it. what a fucking manwhore. you were ready to devour him whole.

you smashed your lips on his, messy and hot, tongue everywhere and spit dripping down your connected mouths. suddenly, you pushed him down on your bed and started straddling him, grinding your pussy directly on his cock through his sweatpants, causing him to groan into your mouth. one hand gripped at your hair and the other groped your ass.

"baby i need you. i missed you so much," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

he connected his lips to yours with a renewed fervor. clothes started flying off as you kissed each other passionately. he reached for a condom in your nightstand but you stopped him.

"raw baby. i need you in me right now." you grinned at him.

he cursed, flipped you over on your back and used his weight to press you against the mattress. his thick, muscular body pressing you to the mattress had you breathless and in need for more. "is my baby needy? is my baby needy for this cock?"

he reached down and began to lightly caress your pussy, gathering your leaking juices and spreading it around. his fingers teased your hole, rubbing circles around it and occasionally deciding to stick one in for one pump before going back to rubbing and teasing.

"had me thinking about this pussy all night. fuck. love you so much baby. you're so sexy and you get me so hard. no one does it for me like you. you looked so cute today, just wanted to eat you up. didn't care if that shithead was there, just wanted to love on my girl." he continued to tease your little pussy and alternate between fingering and rubbing you.

then he crawled down until he was facing your wet pussy directly. staring at your pussy like a piece of meat in front of starved lion, he gave one long lick all the way up your cunt and started sucking, making sure to make lewd noises. your legs were shaking with need as you gripped his hair.

"fuck you taste so good. all wet just for me. this pussy is mine," he groaned into your cunt.

at this point, your pussy was gushing so much you felt a puddle beneath you. his fingers and lips felt so so good on your pussy but you were tired of his teasing. you got up and suddenly looked down at him seriously. "jen if your cock isn't in me in the next 5 seconds i'm seriously going to break up with you and fuck haechan or something."

this lit a fire within jeno, whose eyes darkened. he lifted his body and gave his impossibly hard cock a few pumps, rubbing your juices all over his massive cock. he grabbed your thighs, lifted your legs over his shoulders, and shoved his cock into your little pussy with one big thrust.

you both moaned out, your pussy leaking happily as he bottomed out, balls deep. he set out on a fast past immediately, pounding your pussy deeper and harder with each thrust. you could feel his heavy balls slap against your ass.

"yes, jen yes yes yes! oh god more more! love you so much baby," you grabbed at his hair as he pounded your pussy into oblivion. in the deep mating press he had you in, you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. his cock was just so so big, you could never get enough of it.

you could see the veins pop out of his neck and his beefy arms were pinning your hips down as his hips were pounding you with each powerful thrust. he looked so so so sexy and he was all yours.

"god baby your pussy was made for me. love you so so much. mine. all mine. everything about you all mine, just for me," jeno kissed you passionately, both moaning into each other mouths.

he used one of his hands to press down on your lower belly, making your pussy leak and throb around him. "you feel that, princess? you feel me deep in your tummy? only i can do that to you, only me."

your mind was blank at this point, body completely numb to everything except the pleasure he was giving you. you could feel yourself about to get sent over the edge, your pussy spasming and clenching hard around every vein on his cock.

"bout to cum baby don't stop don't stop!!" you orgasmed with a loud scream, pussy squirting all over his stomach.

jeno continued fucking you through your orgasm, grunting at the feeling of your little pussy spasming all over his cock. "baby m close too, fuckkk."

fat tears rolled down your face at the overstimulation of pleasure. "jen please cum inside please."

jeno groaned, thrusting every harder and deeper than before. "such a slut. you like that huh? you want your boyfriend to knock you up? you want to have a baby with your brother's best friend? fuck. how about you just get pregnant? he wouldn't be able to disapprove of us when you're already round and waddling around with my baby."

with one loud groan, he bottomed out inside of you and let out his thick load. he collapsed on top of you, cock still balls deep inside, crushing you under all his weight with your face pressed against his sweaty chest.

you stayed like that for a few seconds before you tapped on his back, signaling that you couldn't breathe. still keeping his cock deep inside your leaking pussy, he flipped you over on your side and cuddled your back, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other pushing your hair out of your face. you panted, eyes closed in bliss. jeno drew circles on your arms and left kisses up and down your jaw and neck.

"just saying, you would look sexy as fuck pregnant with our baby." jeno whispered.

you opened your eyes to turn back and swat at his chest but what you saw made your blood run cold in horror.

it was your brother standing right in the open doorway staring at your naked bodies with a look of fury, surprise, horror, and shock that you had never seen before.

the three of you screamed at the sight of each other in unison.

a/n: i intentionally wrote the ending like that because i'm unsure if anyone would even want to continue reading this lmaooo so lmk what you think

he's INSANEEEEE. HE'S ABSOLUTELY INSANE. OH MY GOD.

anything for you, baby (choi seungcheol x afab!reader, enemies to lovers)

PAIRING: seungcheol (scoups)  x afab!reader

GENRE: enemies to friends to fake dating (for like 0.2 seconds) to lovers, fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI!!)

WORD COUNT: 6.2k IDK HOW THAT HAPPENED LMAOOO

WARNINGS: jeonghan is a dick, reader gets cheated on, swearing, mentions of yeji, chaewon, and other svt members, that it i think

SUMMARY: choi seungcheol is not your friend. but when he comforts you from your relationship problems, will things change?

AUTHORS NOTE: MY LONGEST FIC I"VE EVER WROTE AHHHH!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!! IT'S FINALLY FINISHED I'M SO HAPPY!!! PLS GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK!! ps, currently writing a royal joshua x reader arranged marriage fanfic so stay tuned!!

smut warnings below the cut!!! MINOR PLEASE DNI!!

SMUT WARNINGS: orgasms (reader three times, cheol twice), oral sex (f receiving), horny cheol, cock drunk reader, pussy drunk cheol, rough ish sex, minimal breast play, creampie (IM SORRY), no protection sex (wrap the pickle, before you tickle), pet names: baby for reader and daddy for seungcheol (might have more), I THINK THAT'S IT PLS TELL ME IF I MISSED OUT ANY!!

from when he bet you in a maths test to when he purposefully spilt coffee all over your shirt, it's safe to say that you didn't like seungcheol. and he didn't like you.

so when you saw him and his friends walking towards the table at the cafe you and your friends are sitting at, you assume he's going to walk past you. but they don't.

when he reaches your table, he stops walking. "hey loser." he smirks. "what do you want." you say while leaning back into your chair. "nothing. we're going to sit here ok? ok." without listening to your response, jeonghan and joshua slides into the seats next to you while seungcheol sits next to yeji and chaewon who are sitting opposite you.

"why are you here?" yeji asks seungcheol who is next to her. "can we not sit next to our friends?" joshua asks while looking at yeji. "since when we were friends?" you butt in.

turns out seungcheol's friends weren't that bad. you still hate him though. "hey ______ do you have a boyfriend?" jeonghcan asks you while the others are talking about who knows what. "uhm no. do you?" you ask while turning your head to look at him.

"a boyfriend?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "a partner." you say while giving a small smile. "no, i don't. why do you ask?" he says while giving you a smirk that you just want to wipe off his face.

"hey you asked first!" you say while giving him a playful slap on his shoulder. "i know" he says, dragging the end of the word. little did you know, seungcheol was watching you both while his lips form a tight line.

"oh i'm sorry but i have to go to class now" you say to jeonghan while checking your phone and putting it away. "let me walk you there, sweets" he says while starting to stand up.

"where are you going, han?" seungcheol says looking at you both. "walking _______ to class." he replies while wigging his eyebrows suggestively. "good luck then." he mutters.

"thanks for walking me to class, jeonghan." you give him a small smile. "no problem, ______. could i get your number so we can maybe hang out sometime?" he asks. "oh yeah, sure!" you say while pulling your phone out, ready for him to type his number in.

"thanks, _______" he gives you a smile while handing your phone back. he's saved his contact as "hannie" with a pink heart next to it. your heart flutters a little as you smile to yourself.

a few months go by and you are sure jeonghan likes you back. he always flirts with you and he buys you little gifts and pays for your meals sometimes.

one night at 11 pm, jeonghan facetimes you and you pick up almost immediately after seeing the nickname pop up on your phone screen. "hey sweets." he smiles. "hi jeonghan." you smile back. "you can call me hannie, _____" jeonghan says. "thank you, hannie."

"______?" "yeah?" "do you want to go to a party tomorrow night?" "sure"

you smile at the thought of going to a party with jeonghan.

"ok cool. i'll pick you up at 7, sweets. goodnight, ______" "night, hannie."

the next day, all you can think about is jeonghan and his cute smile. even during your history test. even during the car ride back to your apartment. god, why did he have to be so cute?

you hear a knock on your door as you are putting on some gloss and touching up your hair. "coming!" you say while running towards the door in your skin tight dress and cute heels.

as you unlock the door, you see jeonghan, joshua, joshua's girlfriend and seungcheol. oh you forgot seungcheol was coming. jeonghan shamelessly eyes your body up and down. "you look stunning, sweets." he says while giving you a smirk. "you're not too bad yourself." you say while returning a smile. seungcheol's frown goes unnoticed by you and his friends.

during the car ride, joshua is the designated driver while you are squished between seungcheol and jeonghan because his girlfriend wanted to sit next to him.

throughout the whole car ride, you and jeonghan flirted with each other. he whispered something in your ear, making you giggle which made seungcheol's blood boil out of jealousy. he knew jeonghan was a fuck and dip kind of guy and he didn't want you to go through that as you seemed genuinely interested in him and he's probably using you.

also the fact that your thigh is pressed against him is turning him on more than he's willing to admit.

the car comes to a halt as all of you come out of the car. as soon as you step into the party, all of the people you know, including jeonghan, are out of sight. you decide to go into a corner of the room, observing the party. there are people making out with each other, people dancing, people doing the same thing as you are and people trying to get other people's numbers.

after an hour or so, you decide that the party is kind of boring. all you've done is chat with some people and drink alcohol. in the corner of your eye, you see two people making out. aggressively. with all the hair pulling and shit. you turn to look at them. she looks familiar. too familiar.

that's when you realise. it's chaewon. your bestfriend.

the guy looks oddly familiar as well. you scrunch your brows while inspecting him and that's when it hits you.

it's jeonghan. the man is jeonghan. yoon jeonghan. yoon jeonghan is making out with kim chaewon. your crush is making out with your best fucking friend.

your jaw drops in shock as you process what's happening.

tears threaten to spill out of your eyes as you turn away, not wanting to look at them again though.

fuck jeonghan. fuck chaewon. fuck everything.

as you walk away from the scene, mascara running and all, you bump into a hard chest. as you try to shove the person out of the way, they suddenly wrap you into a hug.

you sob as you bury your head deeper into his chest. you wrap your arms around this person as they stroke your hair. "shhh, sweetheart. it's ok. everything will be ok." a deep voice belonging to a man coos. the voice is familiar.

fuck. you know who that voice belongs to. your enemy. your arch nemesis. choi seungcheol. you are hugging choi seungcheol and he is comforting you. he knows it's you.

"seungcheol?" you look up with pleading eyes. "yes, baby?" he says, raspy voice and pet name going straight to your core. "why are you comforting me?" you ask tears still spilling from your eyes.

"because, baby, i can if i want to and i want to." he runs his fingers through you hair. "thank you, seungcheol. i'll get going now." you say, pulling away from him. he doesn't let you and keeps holding you close to him. "don't go, _____." he whispers.

just then, you hear footsteps come to a stop where you are standing. it's jeonghan. lipstick smeared all over his lips, hair messed up from chaewon's hands and first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.

"hey seungcheol, why are you with her." jeonghan starts talking to seungcheol who is still holding you. "she needed some comfort, han." he begins but then jeonghan stops him.

"you know i want her yet you still do this?" he says "and don't 'han' me."

"well if you truly liked me, you wouldn't have made out with my best fucking friend you fucking jerk." you spit. him and seungcheol both look shocked for different reasons.

"han, you what?" "please, _______, i can explain" they say simultaneously as your hands gravitate towards seungcheol. the tears come again as seungcheol keeps stroking your hair making jeonghan fume at the sight.

"cheol, can you stop please." jeonghan asks with a pout you would've found cute if you weren't mad at him. "you did this to yourself man." seungcheol replies with a shrug.

"im gonna find joshua and we're going to go to my apartment alright, baby?" seungcheol averts his gaze to you and you look at him and nod. jeonghan glares at seungcheol for the pet name and glares at you for going along with it.

jeonghan mumbles something along the lines of "it's our apartment so i'm coming too" while seungcheol dials his friend to drop them off.

within minutes, joshua and his girlfriend come running towards the three of you. "are y'all ready to leave?" he says. you and seungcheol say yes while jeonghan reluctantly nods.

on the car ride back, you don't sit in the middle. instead you sit on the side next to seungcheol making him sit in the middle. you rest your head on seungcheol's shoulder and you don't miss jeonghan's glares and scoffs.

once you get to the guys' apartment, joshua and his girlfriend go to his room and you, jeonghan and seungcheol stay in the living room. "_____ please let me explain." jeonghan gently grabs hold of your wrist.

"what is there to explain, jeonghan? i genuinely thought you liked me too. turns out you're just a good actor." your tears have dried and you speak with an icy tone in your voice.

"i do like you, ______, i really do. i just-" he begins. "you just what, jeonghan? if you really liked me, you wouldn't be tangled up with another girl, you know. especially not chaewon." you interrupt.

"i know and i'm sorry." he says with a pout playing on his lips. he really knows how to get to you. you run your bottom lip between your teeth as you debate on whether to forgive him of not.

"please give me another chance, ______." jeonghan pleads. "i promise i won't do it again. i don't care about chaewon i only care about you, _____."

you sigh. "i guess i'm willing to give you a second chance." a small smile appears on jeonghan's face.

"thank you, _____. i know i don't deserve it so thank you." he says while intertwining your fingers with his.

"it's alright, han." you say while smiling as well.

meanwhile, seungcheol is listening to your conversation, heart crushing into small bits and pieces as he listens to you forgive jeonghan.

without saying a word, seungcheol walks to his room not even acknowledging yours or jeonghan's presence.

that same night, seungcheol lies on his back in his bed, hands on his stomach as he listens to yours and jeonghan's very, very faint giggles and whispers. silent tears come out of his eyes as he thinks about how easily he just lost you.

jeonghan's promise didn't last very long.

only a few weeks later, when you guys are official, you go to their apartment unexpectedly to visit jeonghan. to your dismay, you see some random girl on his lap while they watch movies together.

you bite your lip to try to not cry when seungcheol, (the one who let you in), comes over to comfort you again. he lets your head rest on his shoulder while you cry and soon after, jeonghan goes to get some water and sees you and seungcheol together again.

he immediately kicks the other girl out of their apartment to try win you back again. "please, baby. i didn't mean it. i don't love her, only you, baby." jeonghan's sweet, persuasive voice begs as tears leak out of your eyes uncontrollably.

"y-you said you wouldn't, jeonghan. y-you promised me." you said in between choked sobs while seungcheol's big hands rub circles around your back.

"i know i did, baby. but i messed up ok? i made a huge mistake and i really don't want to lose you, ______." jeonghan's eyes also spill a few tears while seungcheol glares at him.

ever since the party, him and seungcheol haven't been on very good terms with each other. good enough to stay roommates but both avoiding each other.

in the end, you end up forgiving him and seungcheol goes back to pining over you in secret.

the third (technically second as you weren't together the first time), was on your 1 year anniversary. you were planning to meet up with him at a fancy restaurant for your anniversary.

you got him the watch that he wanted for a while and make him a cute basket full of things he would like, planning to surprise him at the restaurant. when you get there, you ask the waitress for your reservation under "yoon jeonghan".

she brings you to a table for 2 one occupied by jeonghan and the other occupied by...

chaewon?!?!

your jaw drops as you gaze at their intertwined fingers from across the table. chaewon's sweet smile and jeonghan's sly smirk. the waiter clears her throat to alert that you are here and they both turn to look at you. the waitress takes her leave and you give her a smile of appreciation

your mascara runs down your face as your lips form a thin line. jeonghan shakes chaewon off him and looks at what's in your hands. a basket full of goods and the new watch he's wanted for a long time.

he tries to reach out for you but you shake your head and simply say "we're done" before running as fast as you can out of the restaurant.

it's safe to say chaewon and you weren't exactly friends anymore after what happened at the party. but she knew about you and jeonghan. yet she was still here with him.

clutching your dress so you can move easier, you sprint to the nearest place you can think of.

jeonghan's apartment.

not for jeonghan of course, but for seungcheol.

after what happened at the party, you and seungcheol have agreed to be friends. you always go to him when you and jeonghan have had a fight or if you have any problems with anything really.

as you get there, you knock on the door ferociously, hoping seungcheol would unlock it. and he does. he's in grey sweatpants and a hoodie which makes him look like a cuddly teddy bear.

seeing your running mascara and ruined makeup, seungcheol immediately pulls you into his chest, holding you close.

"i-i don't understand, cheol. h-he promised me he wouldn't do it again b-but i saw him with another girl." you cry as he squeezes you tightly.

"look, _____. you can't give him anymore chances." seungcheol says while tilting your chin up to look at him.

you bite your lip to try to stop crying but it doesn't work. suddenly, the sound of the door unlocking makes your heads turn.

jeonghan steps into the apartment with sweat all over his face from chasing you. as soon as he sees you with seungcheol, his facial features tighten.

"_____, baby..." he begins.

"save it, jeonghan. i'm sick of your fucking lies. every single fucking time i see you with another girl. and every single fucking time you promise me you'll never do it again. and every single fucking time you break that promise. it's our fucking anniversary, jeonghan. and i see you with another girl." you yell at him, shaking from your tears.

"i know and i'm sorry, ______." he ruffles his fingers through his hair.

"no you're not fucking sorry" you spit. "we're over, jeonghan. i hate you. i hate you so much. i never want to fucking see you again."

"baby you don't mean that right..." he pouts, water leaking from his eyes.

"i mean it. every single fucking word. you're dead to me, yoon jeonghan." you take one final look at him before seungcheol drags you to his bedroom.

you and him sit on his bed in silence for a little bit, the comfortable kind of silence where it rests nicely.

"good job, _____. i'm proud of you, baby." he says, breaking the silence. "why the pet name, cheol?" you asks, scooting closer to him.

"it's a term of endearment." seungcheol smiles and grabs hold of your hand. you let out a deep, shaky breath. "cheol... i'm not sure what to do about jeonghan... i still.. i still think i love him. but i don't know how to get over him."

"_____, you have to decide what's best for you, baby. however, i don't think getting back with him would be very smart." he says while intertwining your fingers together.

"yeah... cheol?"

"yes, baby?"

"i think.. i think i want to get revenge on him. make him jealous maybe." you state squeezing his hand.

"and how do you want to do that, baby?" he asks, looking at you.

"i-i don't know." you mutter, looking back at him. "well you must have an idea, right?" he says while tucking you hair behind your ear. "i think, i think i have an idea. but it's embarrassing, cheol." you say, blushing from his touch.

"that's alright, baby. you can tell me." he says, trying to reassure you. "hmm." you say while your lips from a thin line. "maybe, maybe we can uh..."

"it's alright, baby. you can say it." he smiles sweetly while saying this. "maybe you can pretend to be my boyfriend to make him jealous?" you say while giving him the cutest expression he has ever seen.

"anything for you, angel." he says while lying down. "really, cheol? thank you for doing this for me." you say while also lying down. "well, we should make up a story, baby. so it's more believable."

"hmm." you say with a thinking face. "how about we talked for a while tonight and we had more in common than we thought?" he suggests, looking at you to see your reaction.

"sure, that's sounds good, cheol. thank you." you say, snuggling closer to him. he smells like cologne, in a good way. a great way. seungcheol pulls the blanket over both of you and pulls you closer to him.

as seungcheol soon falls asleep, you admire his facial features. since when was he actually hot? and he actually comforts you? and you're always happy when you're around him?

that's when you realise.

you have a crush on him.

on your ex mortal nemesis.

on your ex's roommate.

god he probably is only doing this out of pity for you.

before your thoughts can eat you alive, you doze off as well.

the rays of sun hit you as someone opens the curtains. you blink a few times and realise you're in his room. so it wasn't a dream after all. "good morning sunshine." you hear seungcheol say as you sit up from his bed.

"good morning, cheol." you say while suppressing a yawn. "i made breakfast for you, baby." he says while pulling you off the bed. "oh shit you're still in your dress. wait here i'll find some clothes for you."

he hands you some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. "do you want a hoodie, baby?" he asks, holding up a plain, grey hoodie.

"yes please." he tosses it to you and you think to yourself. jeonghan never made breakfast for you or let you borrow his clothes.

you walk out to the dining room in his hoodie and sweatpants to seungcheol, jeonghan and joshua seemingly having a conversation. all their heads turn to the sound of footsteps.

joshua has a warm smile on his face, seungcheol's arms spread out invitingly and jeonghan looks like he's about to combust.

"hey baby" seungcheol says as you walk towards him. he pats his lap and you give him an "are you sure?" expression and he nods. you sit on his thigh and his arm wraps around your back.

jeonghan's eyes narrow at the sight and he's reluctant to ask; "are you two together?" you and seungcheol exchange glances and he says "yeah."

jeonghan grits his teeth and walks back to his room. the plan is working.

you eat your breakfast, still on seungcheol's lap, as he plays with your hair.

jeonghan goes to his room, feeling a lot of things. how could this happen to him? sure he cheated on you, but getting with his ex best friend is another type of betrayal.

the next time he sees you and seungcheol together is when you two are getting coffee together. he is with his date, chaewon but he sees you with seungcheol and forgets about her immediately.

his fists ball up as he sees you giggling about something he said. as you notice him you give him a sweet smile and turn back to seungcheol as you walk out of the shop.

another time he sees you two together is when you are studying at the library. you exchange whispers and your hands are intertwined with his making jeonghan fume.

when you guys return to his apartment, jeonghan pulls seungcheol aside as seungcheol tells you to wait for him in his bedroom.

"seungcheol."

"jeonghan."

"why are you messing around with ______?" jeonghan asks, brows furrowed. "last time i checked, you cheated on her and she broke up with you. you're not together anymore, jeonghan."

"do you know anything about bro code, seungcheol?" jeonghan says. "jeonghan, if you knew anything about bro code, you'd know that i have fucking liked ______ since we were 13 fucking years old. and i've told you that. and you still got with her. i'm just taking back what was mine, jeonghan."

"yeah but that's different, seungcheol. you weren't actually with her and i was."

"15 fucking years jeonghan. i've liked her for that fucking long. and you just came in and took her from me. i truly do love her, han."

jeonghan just scoffs and walks to his room. seungcheol also goes back to his room to find you sitting on his bed.

"cheol?"

"hmm?"

"did you really mean what you said about liking me since you were 13?" you tilt your head slightly.

"uhm you heard that?" he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"you guys weren't exactly being quiet." you give him an empathetic look.

"that's true i guess..." he says. "you haven't answered my question." you state. seungcheol takes a deep breath. "yes i have."

you lips part open at this information. "i thought you hated me?" seungcheol smiles. "i could never hate you, baby"

he goes to close his door and comes to join you, sitting cross legged on his bed. “cheol, i was 11 when you were 13." you say laughing. seungcheol stops in his tracks and looks at you. "i was planning to wait..?"

"for what, cheol?" you ask innocently. "you know what, baby" he coos leaning closer towards you. "you wanna make him jealous, baby?" seungcheol pulls you onto his lap so that you're facing him.

you feel your heart racing as you look down, unable to maintain eye contact. "don't get shy on me, baby." seungcheol tilts your chin up so you're looking at him.

he smirks as he places your arms around his neck and wraps his own around your waist. "tell me to stop if you don't want this, ______." you don't say anything as a sign of conformation.

his hand makes it's way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. your eyes flutter shut as your lips finally make contact. it's more gentle than you thought it would be.

your legs wrap around his waist as you pull him closer to you. your lips move in unison as your hands move up to grip his hair. your lips part slightly to allow his tongue to slide in.

fuck it feels good.

your lips disconnect so you can both get a breath in and he says; "god, baby. so good at kissing."

your lips find their way back to each other in a heated kiss, tongues colliding. you fingers tugged on his hair making him let out a low groan. his hands traveled under your his hoodie as you let out a soft moan. you weren't wearing anything under, giving him perfect access to your breasts.

his hands knead your boobs as you break the kiss to tilt your head back in ecstasy.

"is this alright, baby?" seungcheol asks while looking at you.

you nod. "baby i need your words" seungcheol pushes your hair back. "yes, cheol."

"do you mind if i take this further?"

"i don't mind, cheol"

he takes off the hoodie you're wearing and tosses it to the side. your nipples harden in the cold air, making seungcheol's mouth water. "like what you see, cheol?"

you smirk, suddenly gaining confidence. "y-yeah, baby. such pretty tits." seungcheol licks his lips hungrily as his eyes are anywhere but your face.

just when you were going to ask him to touch you, his lips wrap around your breast, tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple. you let out a high pitched moan and seungcheol hums in satisfaction.

your hands make their way to the hem of his hoodie as you lifted it up, revealing his toned abs. "you're so built cheol" you mutter.

he lifts his mouth off your tit and looks at you with lust in his eyes. his hands toy with the waistband of the sweatpants you're wearing. "baby, can i?" he asks, a cute pout playing on his lips.

"y-yes cheol."

he pulls your sweatpants and panties down in one go, revealing your dripping pussy. "already so fucking wet for me and we haven't even started, __" seungcheol runs his tongue along his top lip.

"spread your legs for me, baby."

you obey and lie down while he angles his head at your entrance. his tongue dives in, lapping at your folds. "f-fuck, daddy. feels s'good" you whimper from the feeling.

"daddy, huh?" seungcheol lifts his head up to look at you with a smirk on pastered on his handsome face. your cheeks flush from embarrassment as he reassures you he likes the name.

his tongue then starts circling your sensitive clit, sucking on it lightly. your hands grip at his bed sheets, thighs trying to close together. his tongue reaches near your entrance.

"want jeonghan to hear you screaming my name, baby?" seungcheol asks while looking up at you. "w-want jeonghan to know i-i'm yours, daddy."

you feel seungcheol's tongue dive inside of you. "you like feeling me fuck you with my tongue, baby?"you feel your heart racing as you look down, unable to maintain eye contact.

"y-yes, cheol. f-fuck~" you moan at the feeling of seungcheol's nose bumping into your clit every time his tongue curls in and out of you. "f-fuck. g-gonna cum, daddy"

"yeah? baby's gonna cum from daddy tongue-fucking her?" he asks, still lapping at your cunt. "f-fuck, cheol" you let out a whimper as the combined sensation of seungcheol giving you head and the dirty words coming out of his mouth.

"cum all over my face, baby." and so you did.

his hands move up to your dripping pussy and his fingers prod at the entrance. without much warning, he shoves two fingers inside of you, making you moan, tongue still circling your clit still fucking you through your high.

"shit, baby. taste so sweet" seungcheol says while his tongue runs through your folds to clean you up. you're embarrassed that he made you cum that easily so you bury your head in your hands.

"baby, don't cover your pretty face. that was one of the hottest things i've ever seen." seungcheol removes your hands off your face and pulls you up so you're next to him.

"w-want these off, daddy" you pointed to his sweatpants and pouted cutely. "anything for you, baby" seungcheol 's hands began pulling his sweatpants down revealing his tented boxers.

you couldn't see his actual dick but from the imprint, you could see that it was big. "w-want daddy inside of me" you mutter, biting your lip. "oh yeah, baby?"

he pulls his boxers down and throws them somewhere, showing his thick, long, erect, cock. you mouth waters at the sight of his length as he mentions; "you're drooling, ______" he smirks and raises an eyebrow. god he's so fucking hot.

"s-sorry, daddy" you smile sheepishly. "don't be, baby. wanna see you come on my cock. i'll go try and find a condom, baby." he starts to get off the bed.

"w-wait. w-wanna feel your cock raw, daddy. i'm on the pill." you pout. "you're so irresistible, baby. i'm clean so i think we're fine. do you want me to take you from the back or the front?"

"b-both, d-daddy"

"fuck okay then."

seungcheol crawls so he's on top of you and he lines his cock up with your entrance. he put's just the bulbous tip of his dick inside of you. "f-fuck it's so big. i don't think it will fit, daddy" you bite your lip as you look at his huge cock compared to your tiny pussy.

"we can try, baby." slowly but surely, he inches his cock inside of you, making you whimper softly. "god, baby. you're so fucking tight. tight little pussy taking in my cock."

his words send

signals straight to your core making you wetter. "it's ok, baby. we're going at your pace." he reassures you. "s-s'too big, daddy" you whimper. "baby, it'll be fine."

"n-no!" you whimper. "fuck baby. i know i said we'd go at your pace but i'm so fucking hard right now" without warning, he aggressively thrusts into you.

"cheol!" you scream as you feel his thick cock stuffed into you. "never heard you scream jeonghan's name before, baby. was his cock really that small?" he smirks as he watches you squirm under him.

you whine at his filthy words. "n-no, cheol. o-only you, daddy"

"f-fuck, baby. so hot." he grunts. "mind if i start moving now?" he doesn't wait for you to answer and instead pulls out until just the tip of his dick is inside you and then forcefully thrusts back into you.

you whimper at the sensation. "f-fuck, daddy. s-so full." his hips grind against yours. the slapping sound of your hips against his and your moans and his groans fill the room.

"fuck, you look so pretty, baby." he groans at the feeling of his raw cock inside of you. "g-gonna cum d-daddy." you say, grinding on his cock. ""fuck, you look so pretty, baby." he groans at the feeling of his raw cock inside of you. "g-gonna cum d-daddy." you say, grinding on his cock.

"yeah? pretty baby's gonna come all over daddy's cock?" he says as he continues thrusting in and out of you. "d-daddy!"

"f-fuck, baby. keep calling me daddy and i'll gonna come too." you whimper as you reach your orgasm. "d-daddy!" seungcheol keeps fucking you through your high.

seungcheol leets out a low groan. "baby, where do you want me?"

"st-stomach, daddy"

"anything for you, baby"

seungcheol pulls out and and aims his sticky cock at your stomach before white, sticky cum squirts out of him. he lets out a grunt as he covers you with his cum. "shit, baby. still up for round 2?"

"y-yeah."

"straight into it?"

"y-yeah."

"fuck i'm already hard"

"yeah?"

"get on your knees, baby"

and so you do.

"and your hands"

and you obey again.

he wastes no time in shoving his fat cock into your pussy, still dripping from your last orgasm. you let out a whine of pleasure as he grabs your hips and shoves his cock deeper than you thought it could go.

the feeling of his balls slapping your ass make you moan loudly. "d-daddy. f-feels s'good" his hands move up to your breasts as he pinches your pebbled nipples.

"ch-cheol" you moan, the feeling of his hands on your tits turning you on so much more. seungcheol's hands start to knead your breasts as he continues thrusting into you.

small moans erupt out of you as you arch your back. "fuck baby. look so hot." seungcheol groans as he continues jutting his huge cock into you.

"f-feels so fucking full d-daddy" you whimper as his cock reaches a spot you didn't think was possible to reach. "g-gonna cum again" "pretty little baby's so greedy for cock."

"o-only y-your cock, daddy"

"only daddy can fuck you this good, right baby?"

"y-yes, cheol"

"hmm. what about jeonghan, baby? can he fuck you as good as daddy can?"

"n-no, daddy. o-only you."

he continues grinding his hips into your ass, making you whimper as your orgasm hits you for the 3rd time this evening. "c-coming, daddy" "want me to pull out, baby?"

"w-want you inside, daddy"

"are you sure baby?"

"y-yeah. i-i'm on birth control"

"fuck. anything for you, baby"

"want you to fill me up, daddy"

"yeah?"

"y-yeah"

at that moment, you feel his hot, white cum squirt in you.

"want my cum dripping out of you when you walk out there. want my cum inside of you for the next three fucking days, baby"

he finally pulls out of you, his cum dripping to your thigh as he get a towel from his bedside drawer to clean you both up. "let me give you some of my clothes, baby." he tosses you a big t-shirt and a different pair of sweatpants along with some of his boxers.

when you put on the clothes, you go to the bathroom to shower and go toilet. on the way, you see jeonghan, swollen eyes and all. when he sees you his eyes light up until he realises you're in seungcheol's clothes. "hi, _"

"hello, jeonghan"

he hesitates.

"did you and seungcheol.."

"that's none of your business, jeonghan"

you walk to the bathroom and shut the door, making sure to lock it.

as you finish doing what you need to do in the bathroom, you walk back to seungcheol's room to see jeonghan and him arguing.

"stop fucking around with her, seungcheol."

"she's not yours anymore, han"

"i know but it fucking hurts."

"who's fault is that, jeonghan?"

jeonghan scowls and walks out, seeing your surprised expression on the way out. as you walk in, seungcheol closes his door and lies down on his bed. you go to join him and he smiles sweetly.

you rest your head on his arm as he scoops you in for a hug. "can't believe you're mine, baby"

"you haven't actually asked me out, seungcheol."

"will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes"

he plants a kiss on your forehead and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears.

"thank, you baby."

"for your information, i've loved you since i was 13 as well"

"love?" seungcheol turns to look at you.

"y-yes"

"i love you too, _"

you smile as you bury your head into his chest, slowly drifting off to sleep.

I'M SO DIZZY Y'ALL GIVE ME A CLUELESS SEOKMIN PLEASE??????????????????

18+ / mdi

content: clueless!seokmin, established relationship, afab reader, he's a lil airheaded but thats fine bc he's cute, reader is a lil pushy, smut, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1690

a/n: tysm to the person who requested <33 i lovelovelove this concept so much its so fitting for seokmin

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you loved seokmin, you really did. but there was only so much you could take before you went crazy.

he was the perfect boyfriend, truly! he fulfilled every boyfriend duty to an exemplary extent, leaving no part of you dissatisfied. except, well, for one.

you'd only started dating recently. it had been one, no, two months - if you count the talking stage, that is - since seokmin had grown the balls to ask for your number, claiming he had fallen head over heels for you the moment your mutual friend jeonghan had introduced you at a gathering a few months back. at first it had been simple back and forth flirting through text (and occasionally face to face, whenever you'd both had enough drinks to look into each other's eyes without blushing). then it turned into an official proposition from seokmin, who showed up with flowers one day and sheepishly asked if you'd consider being official with him. you, not being an idiot, jumped into his arms with an enthusiastic yes. and that's how you ended up here, two months into the perfect relationship.

and also two months into a sexless relationship. yes, sex was not the most important part of a relationship. you could accept it if seokmin never put his hands on you in that way, loving and respecting him no matter what. except he constantly did. he was an overly excited man, who would consistently touch and caress you (always innocently, in seokmin fashion) in order to express his love. it was never explicitly sexual, but to you it felt borderline. plus, you knew for a fact that the feeling was mutual. you knew that seokmin wanted you in the way you did him. at least going off one of the drunken conversations you had with him at some random gathering during your talking stage. he had made clear the way he saw you (in words you were too flustered to repeat). except that was the last mention of it. he'd never mentioned his sexual desires to you since then. you knew seokmin was a very proper and respectful man, that he would never push you into an uncomfortable position, but you really wished he would just take a damn hint.

you'd tried everything by now, except you were subtle about it, not wanting to come off as desperate. you'd tried extending the quick pecks he gave you every time he said goodbye, but were always met with a sheepish chuckle as he pulled away and gave you a cheeky wink before you could even try to stick your tongue in his mouth. you'd run your hands up and down his chest any time he held you in his arms, but would be promptly stopped as soon as he started tickling you. you'd press your ass up against him as he held you in your sleep, but you'd be met with big arms flipping you over to face him, cocooning you in his embrace.

he'd never outwardly reject you, but he'd absolutely misinterpret your advancements for innocent requests for his affections. you weren't sure if the man was trying to send you a message, or if maybe he was just an idiot when it came to this. you also weren't sure how many more nights you'd be able to walk into your room after your nightly routine to find a very delicious-looking seokmin, arms bare as he laid in your bed waiting to hold you in his arms.

the answer was zero. you weren't sure exactly what had broken the camel's back for you. but tonight you had just gone insane with desire for him. you'd walked into the room, spotting seokmin as he laid on your bed, sleeveless shirt showing off his muscles as he laid one of them behind his head while the other held onto his phone. the position gave you a perfect view of his flexed muscles. you were dizzy just at the sight. it was no surprise to you when your body took control over you, leading you to his side of the bed as you snatched his phone and threw it to the side before straddling him, attacking him with a heavy kiss. this was the first time you'd been so forward, but there was only so much a girl could take.

seokmin's reaction was what you'd expect from any man with a pretty girl sitting atop his lap. he kissed you back just as eagerly, allowing you to let your tongue play with his. you made out for a bit before you allowed your hips to begin sensually canting against his. much to your surprise, his arms wrapped around you, holding onto your ass as he guided your thrusts.

his breathy moans against your mouth were driving you mad. you could tell he had felt just as deprived as you. he must've been trying to be a gentleman all this time, not wanting to pursue you sexually unless you were 100% explicit about you wanting him in the same way. for some reason this made you want to jump his bones even more. thinking about a pent up seokmin holding back from letting you ride him into oblivion due to his respectful demeanor made you wanna sit on his cock until he cried.

you finally pulled away from him, heavy breath as you looked down at him, 'seokmin.'

'what's wrong?', his breath was just as heavy as yours, 'do-do you not want to, baby? it's okay, we don't have to. would never wanna for-'

'seokmin. if you don't let me sit on your dick, i swear to god.'

he looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth still open from having been interrupted mid speech, 'w-what?'

'minnie, i've been wanting you to fuck me since the day you asked me for my number. you've been dodging me all this time and it's been making me go insane. i want you so fucking bad.'

'me?! i-i wanted you too! just .. didn't wanna push you into anything. wasn't sure you wanted to do anything. it's only been one month ..'

'two months! i've been wanting to jump you since day one, minnie.'

'o-oh.'

'can i fuck you now, baby?'

'yes. fuck. please.'

and that was all confirmation you needed to throw off your shorts and shirt, giving seokmin perfect view of your nude body. his reaction had your ego reaching brand new levels of high as he shyly reached out his arms to your chest, audibly moaning at your pretty silhouette. you helped him the rest of the way by placing his palms around your tits and lowering yourself to explore his mouth with your tongue once again.

you only made out for a minute or so, growing too frustrated with desire to have his massive length inside you. you made quick work of his tank top, throwing it aside as if it were your biggest enemy. but the real enemy had been his sweats, which were keeping you from the dick you'd daydreamed about every night for months on end. you must've looked insane, reaching superhuman speed to remove his pants and boxers all at once, leaving a very naked seokmin before you, with his cock taking the role of main character as it stood in all its might before you.

you couldn't help but salivate over it. it was so tall and thick, just as you'd imagined. you had to hold yourself back from begging seokmin to let you gag on it, not wanting to scare him off. you didn't want him to think you were some kind of sex maniac, but the sight of such a pretty cock without a mouth to envelop it made you feel violent inside. but these thoughts could be left for another day. right now all you wanted was for him to bruise your cervix.

'baby ... please stop staring like that, you're making me self-conscious', said the owner of the delicious length standing before you.

'self-concious?? minnie, you're hung as shit! jesus, can't wait to sit on you baby. can i? wanna feel you so bad.'

'goddamnit. don't say stuff like that .. i've been waiting so long, you're gonna make me cum.'

god, the thought of his cum filling you up was yet another thought that had you humming in satisfaction. but you needed to put the distractions aside. you could not go another minute without molding to his size.

after rubbing his dick a bit as if to ensure exactly what was going to be impaling you in a few minutes, you finally sank down on him, sighing out in pleasure as you threw your head back.

so worth the wait.

'b-baby! fuck. you feel so ... so fucking good.'

you sped up immediately upon him entering you, already so pent up you knew your orgasm would find you earlier than it usually did.

'can't believe you deprived me of this for two months, minnie. could've been keeping you warm all this time.'

'no ... didn't wa-wanna push you. wanted you to want me first ..'

'minnie ... i've always wanted you. you're so ... you're perfect', your pace had now slowed down, allowing you to angle yourself in a way that had your toes curling, mouth hung open as your words disappeared in your throat.

'gonna cum if you keep saying those things, pretty.'

'yeah? gonna cum for me, minnie? want you to fill me up so bad. will you do that?' you were taunting him, fully aware your end was just around the corner. you knew nothing would compare to the feeling of the pretty man filling you up, so you squeezed your walls around him, making him groan out at the feeling.

his hands tightened on your skin, maniacally trying to guide your movements as he finally climaxed, leading you to your own climax almost immediately after. you both shivered against each other, feeling the intensity of your orgasms cruise through you.

it took you a few seconds to regain full consciousness. seokmin had been the one to speak up first after the fact, making you giggle at his breathless statement.

'next time, please just jump me.'

In conclusion, I drenched my panties. I love your writing, as I said.

18 + / mdi

content: pantysniffer!mingyu, pervert!mingyu, the unexpected return of this mingyu, established relationship, smut, afab reader, oral (f receiving), face-sitting, etc.

part 1

wc: 1384

a/n: i randomly thought abt a continuation to that one mingyu fic i wrote like a month ago and now here we are

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you thought he would've been done with this by now. i mean, you were dating; exclusively. you had been dating for about a month, so it was quite strange for mingyu to still have this habit.

when you'd first met your boyfriend, you had only been roommates. he was clean, he kept things tidy, he was respectful of your space, and most important of all, he was really hot.

you hadn't known him very well until first moving into his shared apartment, only having ever heard your best friend vernon mention him in passing. which wad why you were in utter shock upon moving in with vernon and mingyu, now realizing that your best friend had been gatekeeping this muscly hunk from you.

admittedly, you had a bit of a crush on him, but you were an adult and you also appreciated the friendship you had quickly built with mingyu, deciding to not act on anything, or even give off any type of hint of your school-girl crush on him. this platonic dynamic, however, did not last long. but its demise was not your doing.

it all started some random afternoon, in which you had headed over to take a shower at the usual time you tended to. having roommates, it was just easier to have a schedule, so you'd always abide by it. except today's routine was quickly interrupted by the unexpected sighting of your panties in mingyu's hand, pressed against his nose while he breathed in the scent. you had only wanted to ask him for extra conditioner, not bothering to knock on his door (your bad), but absolutely not expecting to find the culprit to all your misplaced panties from the past month.

like any reasonable girl, this interaction ended with you letting mingyu fuck you into next week, but only after being thoroughly eaten out by the man as he lost himself between your legs. in very predictable fashion, this resulted in a relationship arising between the two of you, immediately informing your friend vernon that he would now have to third wheel as the three of you continued to be roommates.

you had thought that was the last of it. the last time mingyu would let his depraved tendencies thief you of yet another pair of panties. i mean, he had the real thing now, so there was no need for a washed out scent of your cunt for him to get off to, right? wrong. you had forgotten your boyfriend was obsessed with you, and by result, the lacy panties he knew you wore day after day.

that's why it shouldn't have been surprising when you walked into his room (which was pretty much yours by now) to find him in the same position you had a month before. you wanted to be scandalized, but much like last time, you were incredibly turned on at the thought of mingyu being so addicted to you he'd seek your panties if he couldn't have you immediately.

he noticed your arrival, not stopping his movements even as you neared him, closing the door behind you.

'baby ... left me all alone. 'm sorry, just needed you so fucking bad ...', his movements on his dick sped up, whining and pouting at you for fulfilling your adult duties and leaving him on his day off to go to work.

'gyu ... baby. wanted me that bad? couldn't wait for me to get back?', you were close enough now to caress his cheek, making him lean into your hand as he moaned at your condescending tone.

'mhm', he nodded, 'can i have it? want the real thing, baby. wanna drown in it.'

'how can i say no to you, pretty? c'mere, let me-'

'my face! sit on my face, baby, please!', it wasn't too common for him to beg for you, only ever happening when he was overly pussydrunk for you, so you were taken aback for a moment.

surprisingly, you had never sat on his face to date, despite his constant insistence on eating you out almost every day that allowed for it. to be fair, you two worked a lot, and had only been dating for a month. there hadn't been enough time to explore more positions or even explore each other as much as you'd want to.

'gyu? are you sure? what if i-'

'its fine!,' he was suddenly not as dizzy from the arousal the scent of your panties had given him, all focus now on the thought of your thighs encompassing him as he licked at you from below their weight, 'i can take it, baby, i promise,'

it took a bit of enticing from him to convince you, with him beginning to kiss your neck and sneaking his hand under your shorts to run his fingers up and down your already-wet panties. he succeeded too quickly, knowing you had as little power to resist him as he did you.

and so now you were sitting on his face, worries buried deep in your brain as your boyfriend's tongue delved into the farthest depths of your cunt. you couldn't help yourself in holding onto his hair and begin riding his tongue, too blind on pleasure to even think.

what you hadn't realized was that your boyfriend was off even worse than you, constantly moaning against your cunt while his hand remained occupied on his own dick. he had never felt more turned on, falling in love with the weight of your thighs on his face.

'gyu ... feel so- so fucking good, shit! please ...' you had no idea what you were begging for. there was nothing more mingyu could do to make you feel better than he already was. he had managed to render you senseless, with no coherent thought left in you.

'so fucking good .. shit, so tasty, baby. ride me just like that ..', that was what you could make out of his mumbled words muffled by your cunt, but regardless, knowing he felt pleasure from the simple act of sucking on your clit made you even more aroused.

you began to ride him at an animalistic speed once you realized your orgasm was approaching, face now wet from the tears of pleasure he had pulled from you. mingyu was in no better state, humping his own hand at a similarly inhuman pace, cumming halfway through your own orgasm.

you fell limp on the bed, wearily removing your weight from his face and letting yourself become boneless while he somehow managed to get himself up to get some wet wipes to clean up the mess, but not without attacking your mouth with his tongue for a few seconds before actually getting up, moaning at the whine you let out at your taste on his tongue.

'shit. we have to do that again. we have to do that every time from now on. we-'

'okay, slow down,' you giggled as he cleaned you up, 'i need to recover. you're crazy, gyu, jesus christ.'

'what? is it illegal to love pussy?'

'as much as you do? it should be. also, you're still stealing my panties? gyu, i-'

'listen!' he interrupted you again, now having thrown away the dirty wipes and wordlessly positioning the two of you so you could lay against each other under his covers, 'it was an emergency, okay? i was so horny, you have no idea. and your panties were right there! it's like crack, baby. i couldn't help myself. are you mad?', he was pouting by the end of his explanation, paying no mind to how ridiculous he sounded.

'of course not, gyu. it's actually kinda, uh, i-'

'oh my god. you still like it?! you like when i sniff your panties and i'm the perv?', he gasped, now facing you as he berated you.

'shut up! i'm not the one going around sniffing people's panties, okay? you're the perv!'

'nuh uh, baby. can't turn this on me. gonna be stealing your panties even more now. i dont care if i can have the real thing, want both. gonna make you sit on my face every day too. cant even pretend you dont love it anymore', he was smug about it, knowing he was completely right.

'fine. you can steal my panties. happy?'

he dared giggle in response, 'very.'

OH I WANT CHEOL SO BAD

No the way it would be Cheol’s favourite thing to prop you up against him, back against his chest and finger fuck you into oblivion while watching your expressions in the mirror. He’s so BIG behind you and his arms are so strong around you, dark eyes meeting yours while he murmurs in your ear about how good you are for him, how well you’re doing, how hard you make him, gotta get you all wet and ready for his cock you know that don’t you baby?

tw: dom!seungcheol, sub!reader (fem), fingering, mirror sex, praise, size kink (reader is implied to be smaller than cheol), dacryphilia, use of petnames - minors dni.

@duhnova happy birthday <3

You're crying in your room and in front of the full-bodied mirror. And it's all your boyfriend's fault.

Read: you're crying in your room because your boyfriend is fingering your weeping cunt without mercy, in front of the full-bodied mirror, while you rest between his beefy thighs.

And you fucking love it.

"Never thought I'd get so horny from watching you cry like a little child." Seungcheol whispers in your ear while pumping his thick fingers in your pussy.

He's fucking lying through his teeth, but you're not in the right mental state to reply to him.

"God, you're so pretty with tears on your face and my fingers in your tiny pussy, princess." He kisses your cheek, his lips collecting your tears, "Letting me stretch you out to take my cock, such a good fucking girl."

"C-Cheollie," you hiccup between cries, "Your f-fingers are so b-big....Please d-don't stop."

"I could never stop when you're being so good for me, baby." He coos at you, looking at your pathetic reflection.

You can feel his hardened cock poking at your back and your thighs shake at your impending orgasm. You want to close them so bad, but Seungcheol's thighs are holding them wide apart and there's no way you could ever overpower them.

"You have such a beautiful pussy, you know. It's so tight and juicy, but it can take everything I'm willing to give it, whether it's my fingers or my cock." He stills his fingers in your hole, forcing it to clench around the digits. "Look, even now, it's swallowing me till the knuckles."

You focus your eyes on your stretched out entrance, shaking and fluttering around three of his fingers. You dig your nails in the forearm wrapped around your midriff, your bottom lip quivering from the sensory overload.

You cry out in despair when he takes away his fingers and your slick gushes out of your hole, wet and clear strings connecting your folds to his fingers.

"Do you get it now, princess?" He looks at you in the mirror, lips glued on the shell of your ear, "I just can't help it - your pussy is so enticing, I can't wait to stuff it with my cock."

"C-Cheol?"

"Yes, princess?"

"Please fuck your b-big cock in me, right in f-front of this mirror."