txt + sex while sick !!
tw. f!reader, flirting, teasing, unprotected sex, fevers, oral (m receiving), nsfw + minors dni !!
a/n. hi hi~ just some flirty n horny txt <3 remember, don’t actually have sex while sick! written on phone + not proofread.
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# yeonjun — when he’s sick
“yeonjun—!“ a small squeak escapes as you hold up the spoon, only for him to lace his fingers through your free hand, a smirk crossing his slightly flushed face. “just one kiss and i’ll take it,” he offers, signature confidence radiating through regardless of his condition, a gentle tug on your hand as he attempts to pull you closer, “even if i feel fine.” and to be fair, he had a point; sitting upright in his bed, back against the headboard, acting as if he hadn’t been sick the whole week. “just one, okay?” you mumble, unable to resist his alluring charm, “don’t wanna get sick.” as soon as you place the spoon in the bowl beside his bed, yeonjun’s locked you into his arms, effortlessly the tease as his hand holds the back of your head, lips meeting in a breathless kiss, your knees weakening with every second.
a thin string of saliva connects your lips as he pulls away, smirk decorating his handsome features at your small whine. “see, you’ve cured me, my love,” yeonjun whispers seductively, brushing your entwined fingers against his forehead, “so don’t you deserve a reward?” teasing hand leaving your neck, cupping the soft skin of your upper thigh, tracing small circles dangerously close to your sensitive region. “j-jjun—!” you whimper, instantly melted by his touch; after a week, you were equally starved for affection. “shhh, i’ve got you,” and within seconds, his lips on yours, moving unconsciously as he tugs you on his bed, your back meeting the sheets, his bangs brushing against your forehead as he nips on your lower lip. a greedy hand tracing your curves, expertly tugging your shorts down, bulge in his sweatpants pressing against thigh. “haah—jjun!” you mewl, feeling his teeth bite down on your neck, leaving bruises on your soft skin. “need to mark you up, have to show who you belong to.” yeonjun growls, possessiveness heightened by the remnants of his feverish haze.
“a-already—?” you squeak, feeling the tip of his hard cock against your folds, unused to the lack of foreplay. spitting into his hand, he strokes himself briefly before pushing in, relishing your sweet whines at the burning stretch, nails clawing against his back through his sweaty tank top. “s-so tight, need to relax, doll,” yeonjun groans, your walls clenching down on his cock more than normal, wet sounds of slick a testament to your neediness. “jjun—hnng—t-too big!” you whimper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, unadjusted to his massive length after a little time away. “haah—took me so well,” he pants, warm breath against your jaw, cock fully sheathed in your cute cunt before sloppily thrusting, your body squirming under his. meeting lips, your eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming sensation as his hips meet yours. saliva coated kisses, his deep rumbling moans and your high pitched ones, skin on skin as yeonjun messily thrusts into your pussy, gripping your waist tightly enough to leave bruises. “s-shit, needed this so badly,” he groans, letting go of your hand to rub your clit, unwilling to cum before you. “j-jjun!” you sob, feeling his thumb pinch your sensitive nub, orgasm crashing into your body instantly. your walls clench down on his cock, your juices soaking his cock as you mewl desperately, heat warming your skin. “fuck!” yeonjun moans, a string of curses against your lips as he climaxes, hot cum filling your abdomen, eliciting a gasp at the full feeling as he thrusts into your cunt, fucking his seed deeper. “mmph—jjun—“ you whimper, his feverish kisses claiming your lips once more. “need you still, darling.”
# soobin — when you’re sick
it would be an understatement to say that soobin was terrible at hiding his giant bulge. and given that his gaze was avoiding yours, it was pretty obvious. “soobin~” you teasingly giggle, “are you really turned on right now?” arms outstretched, his giant shirt swallowing your body whole as you waited for him to carry you over from your bed to the kitchen to eat. even though you were definitely capable of walking, he’d insisted on carrying you around your apartment, claiming awkwardly that you needed to save your strength to recover. and it was very amusing to watch him wedge himself in the doorway, door covering his lower torso, shifty gaze trying to avoid looking at how his shirt engulfed your small figure. “um… not really…?” soobin mumbles, blushing slightly. “then come get me, im hungry~” you tease, pouting to call him over. hesitantly, he awkwardly tugs his shirt down over his crotch, shuffling over to your bed nervously. letting go of the hem of shirt, he reaches out to scoop you up. immediately, your hand darts to his crotch, his body tensing as you touch his hard bulge.
“now you have to admit it!” you giggle, your boyfriend looking a little embarrassed. “y-you’re not well, didn’t want to r-rush you,” soobin mumbles, pink flushing his face but not moving away from your touch. palming his crotch, you sigh at the size, missing the feeling of physical affections, feverish haze limiting your focus to the bulge in his pants. “want you so bad,” you pout, inhibitions weakened by the slight remaining feverish delirium. “w-wait, you—you’re still—hnng!” soobin begins, internally confiscated between stopping you and letting you continue tugging down his sweatpants, hard cock exposed as you greedily tug down his boxers, so starved for him. “agh—sweetheart—m-missed this!” soobin gasps, your small hand stroking his length, crawling closer to give the tip a kitten lick. massive shirt drooping over your frame, still warm and slightly feverish, salty precum on your tongue as you sloppily suck and lick his cock, trailing down over the veins and curve. soobin squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure, trying to hard not to cum immediately, so deprived and so desperately needy as his hands grip your hair, breathy whimpers filling the air as he pants, chest heaving as he’s drawn closer to his climax with only a little attention. “d-doll, nngh—ah!” warm cum floods your mouth, soobin whimpering as he tugs your hair down, white dripping from the corners of your lips as you blink in confusion and daze, startled by his sudden orgasm. “agh—s-sorry sweetheart!” he gasps, so blushy as he drops to his knees, cupping your warm cheeks in his hands, “d-didn’t mean to!” a feverish smile crossing your lips, swallowing and sticking your tongue out, “want more.” ears flushing, soobin blushes at your sudden feverish confidence. “a-aren’t you hungry or tired?” he mumbles, feeling himself get hard again as you take one of his hands from your cheek, sucking on his pretty fingers as you sigh in pleasure, coating his long digits in saliva. “no, want you.”
# beomgyu — when he’s sick
“honeyyy, c’mon,” beomgyu whined, rolling over in his sheets, “please?” with a resigned smile, you touch his forehead, slightly warmer than normal, only for him to playfully grab your wrist, pressing a kiss to your palm. “im all better now, see?” “you get horny too easily,” with a giggle, you let him tug you into bed, falling into his arms, still a little warm from being sick. “only for you,” beomgyu mumbles against your collarbones, nuzzling into your neck affectionately with small kisses, hard on pressing against your thigh through the soft sheets. tickling touches along your curves, playing with the waistband of your shorts. “don’t i owe you for saving me, my pretty nurse?”
tugging you on top of him, straddling his crotch as beomgyu pulls you closer, feverishly warm but squeezing your plush thighs, sighing at your hot cunt pressed to his hard bulge. pillowy breasts pressed to his chest, heartbeat strong against yours as lips lock, playful kisses shared, nipping at each others bottom lip and tangling tongues, salacious moans between breaths as beomgyu reaches through your shorts, panties slid aside as one of your hands strokes his cock under his sweatpants, precum warm in your hand as your folds grow wetter on the soft cloth of his pants. “haah—gyu—!” you whine loudly, missing the sensation of his bare dick pressed against your cunt. rubbing your folds against his cock, before teasingly taking the tip inside.
impatiently, beomgyu bucks his hips, veiny length rubbing your sensitive walls as he pushes himself deeper, shoving your hips down to meet his in feverish need, swallowing your gasps with his lips. hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, he lifts his hips into yours, firm grip on your ass ensuring so, lewd sounds of desperately deprived sex echoing through the room as his tongue slides into your mouth, hot kisses absorbing your cries, cunt clenching harder down on his cock. “s-so tight, honey,” beomgyu moans, feeling up your ass and giving your thighs an appreciative squeeze, “gonna c-cum already.” “gyu—hnng—!” gasping against his lips, his firm grip shoving your cute pussy all the way down on his cock before spilling his seed inside, warm rush filling your abdomen, milking his dick of his cum. bucking up his hips, beomgyu fucks his release deeper into your count, your cries broken with breathy gasps as you cum on his cock, clenching down tightly on his length as your hands feel the warm plane of his clothed chest, sloppy kisses pressed to your jawline and hands groping your ass. so hot with remnant of illness, so deprived of sexual attention as the sheets meet your back, beomgyu lazily climbing over you, a slight fever blush on his cheeks as he greedily gazes down at your cute cunt clenched over his cock, white ring around the base. “wanna make up for all the lost time,” he smirks, lustful gaze meeting yours through his sweaty bangs. even sick, beomgyu could never settle for just one round.
# taehyun — when you’re sick
“no. you’ve barely gotten your strength back.” and with that, you were effectively cockblocked by taehyun, who seemed completely unfazed, unlike you. after a week of not even receiving the slightest physical affection, you were nearly at your limit. especially considering you’d been doctored and pampered by him while sick, a mask still covering his handsome face as he combed your hair, sitting beside your bed on your nightstand with a fresh t-shirt on. “i think you’re overreacting,” you pouted, “i’m bored and i miss you.” “then it’s your lesson not to go outside in the rain without an umbrella,” setting the comb aside, taehyun brushes the hair out of your face, thin fingers brushing against your forehead for the first time in a week without gloves on “i’ll make you something to eat, kitten.” shaking your head, you briefly gaze up at him, a plan forming in your mind.
just as taehyun reaches your bedroom door, you let out a small moan, fingers brushing against your clothed folds. a small smile forms at his slight pause, your other hand pulling up your oversized shirt, exposing your cute panties to the air as you kick off the comforter, cold air refreshing on your warm skin. swirling your fingers around the small wet spot, whimpers growing louder as you push your fingers into your underwear, rubbing the thin cloth over your clit with a shaky cry, a small relief to your deprivation. “hnng—t-taehyun!” you mewl, his gaze meeting yours as you squirm under your own touch, stroking your folds and only slightly dipping in, panties soaking in your slick.
“you’re not doing it right, love,” taehyun sternly states, stiffly walking back over to your bedside, hand grasping your wrist firmly. “i-if you’re not going to,” you pout, “i w-will—ah!” his thin fingers push aside your panties, sliding into your warm cunt easily, curling to brush your sweet spot. “you’re such a brat,” he sighs, long digits easily reaching where yours couldn’t, eliciting your cute whimpers as his finger pump in and out, coated in slick before stroking your clit, teasing the sensitive nub with his thumb. “t-taehyun—f-feels good!” whines mixing with the sound of your juices, heat spreading from your core as pressure builds, so easily affected after being touch starved for only a week. “hnng—i-i’m—!” high pitched moans escape as you climax on his fingers, a wave of relief washing over your body, the sweet feeling soothing your tired muscles, fingers tightly gripping the hem of your shirt. “so insolent,” taehyun breathes, “even after i said no, too.” “couldn’t h-help it,” you whimper. taking his hand into yours, you suck your cum off, teasingly nipping his fingers between licks, just as he likes it. “your kitten needs you~”
# huening kai — when he’s sick
feverish kai was kai with weak inhibitions. hard bulge pressed your thigh, sweaty and blushy as he clings to your body, crushing you against his hot chest. “kai—“ you sleepily begin, only for him to weakly thrust against your leg. evidently, agreeing to cuddle with him while he’s sick had unexpected effects. “w-want you,” kai mumbles, nuzzling into your neck, warm breath against your skin, his nose brushing against your cheek with needy pants close to your ear, his vine grip preventing you from moving, “p-please?” “okay,” you smile, still slightly tired from your unplanned awakening. your hand trails down between your legs, a sharp intake of breath from kai as you brush against his hard length, lazily tugging down his sweatpants and boxers. “ ‘m sorry—nngh—need y-you,” desperately moaning against your skin, he fumbles to slide aside your panties, sheathing himself impatiently into your warm folds. “k-kai! t-too fast—“ you gasp, his grip tightening when you shift at the stretch, large, hot hands roughly shoving up your shirt to touch your soft abdomen, kai’s loud moans rumbling against your back as he feels the bulge in your tummy, palms pressed to your stomach with his needy thrusts, sloppy and whiny with desperation.
“k-kai, s-slow down—hnng!” whimpering at the stretch, his weight nearly crushing you as he presses you into the sheets, pressing messy kisses to your exposed shoulder, mumbling incoherent apologies and whines into your skin. the hand against your tummy, feeling each of his thrusts, veiny cock rubbing against your tight walls, salacious gasps and pants filling the air, kai’s entire large body pressed to yours, hot with fever and sweaty with need and exertion. “s-sorry pretty—nngh—feels too g-good,” kai groans, impatient thrusts growing less and less controlled as he fucks you with sloppy relentless strokes, your cute, tiny body under his, sweet mewls music to his feverish haze. “haah—kai!” you cry, feeling your body let go of its knot and releasing on his cock, drenching his length with your warm juices. “p-pretty, f-feels!” hot cum fills your tummy, kai letting out an obscene moan as he climaxes deep inside your clenching walls, so warm and so tiny and so pretty and so perfect—fever haze clouds his mind as he clings even tighter, unwilling to pull out at the heavenly feeling. his head droops against your back, gently smoothing over the skin of your stomach with his fingers, breaths against the lobe of your ear. “c-can i keep it in?” he mumbles.
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