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daisyvisions · 5 months
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✦ Day 26 - Corruption
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⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Pervy! Bestfriend Sunwoo x innocent!reader
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.4K
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), corruption kink, slight manipulation (if you squint, don't read if triggering), dry humping, unprotected sex, a very pervy and kinda possessive sunwoo, ass grabbing, pet name (sweetheart, baby), let me know if I missed anything!
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: had to change the whole theme and plot for this one since I really couldn’t think at all on how to write it out BUT I still hope you like it! Wish I had more time to write it out better but here we are. This was also a combination of 3 asks that I haven't gotten to answering so here it is 😮‍💨 Proofread once
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet
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Sunwoo loved touching you.
The way your soft hands would hold his, how you would lean your head on his shoulder, the feeling your body pressed up against his as he embraced you, he loved it all.
He loved it a little too much actually. So much to the point he thought about wanting to touch you in other places he shouldn’t be touching.
It was wrong, he knew that. But he couldn’t help himself.
He’d been dying to get his hands on you ever since you’ve become friends. But it was hard when your were such a sweet innocent little thing. He didn’t want to scare you off if he suddenly did it.
Sunwoo had to find a way to touch you. But how?
Suddenly, he remembered that it was your birthday coming up. And by coincidence he also happen to stumble upon an ad on his phone that made him grin from ear to ear.
He was gonna finally have his way with you.
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“Come out sweetheart, let me see.”
“But Sunwoo I’m shy… are you sure this is okay?”
“As long as it’s on you I’m sure it’ll look beautiful I promise” You hear his muffled reassurance from behind the bathroom door.
When your best friend he had a surprise for you on your birthday you were not expecting this kind of gift at all…
You take a look at yourself for a moment, soaking in how your soft body looks covered in this really pretty laced lingerie set. He doesn’t even hide the fact that the tent in his pants are twitching just seeing you like this.
You took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled before opening the door to reveal your barely covered body.
“Sweetheart… you look fucking gorgeous.” Sunwoo says, soaking every inch of your body as he looks at you up and down. Your cheeks start to grow warm from the way he looks at you.
“Come here, I wanna take a closer look.” He motions you with his hand. You try to shield your body with your arms as you walk towards him sitting on the edge of your bed.
Sunwoo grabs you by the wrists and pulls you to straddle his lap, one hand tracing the patterned laced on your bra as the other hand rests on your lower back.
Your breath hitches at his bulge slightly nudging your core, making you feel something strange growing at the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck just look at you… I could almost eat you up-” His hands now slowly roaming your body, trying to make you ease into his touch.
When he shifts his position for a moment, you feel his bulge nudge you again. You let out a very faint whimper by accident, eyes growing wide from embarrassment.
But all you could see was Sunwoo’s mischievous smirk, knowing exactly what you’re feeling at this moment.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He holds your chin up to look into your eyes as his other hand starts massaging your ass.
“C’mon, you can always tell me.” He whispers.
“I feel k-kinda weird...” You whisper back.
“Where does it feel weird? Point it out to me-” He asks. You start to become shy at first, wondering if this is something your best friend should even know about. You slowly move your hand to direct his gaze at your core.
“Oh, I see. So… if I move you like this-” Sunwoo places both hands on your waist and pulls you forward, making your core rub against his bulge once again. You gasp at the feeling as it nudges your core even deeper.
“Y-yeah. I don’t know what it is.” You look at him with worried eyes.
“Sweetheart, it’s not a weird feeling at all. It should feel good… Does it feel good for you?” He continues to slowly rock your hips back and forth, making you nod your head as you bite your bottom lip.
“You wanna know something?” He asks. You tilt your head slightly curiously.
“It feels really good for me too…” He groans, pushing your hips down to make you grind on him further. You moan at the sensation it brings you, even the way Sunwoo’s strong hands hold you down.
As Sunwoo continues to help you grind yourself onto his crotch, you can’t help but stare at his plump lips. Without thinking, you impulsively peck them. Your eyes grow wide as you just realized what you’ve done.
“Sunwoo I- I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” your apology is cut off as he kisses you back. His lips attacking yours aggressively as he moves your hips faster.
You pull away from him for a moment, trying to catch your breath as he leans forward to kiss your chest.
“Sunwoo wait-” He doesn’t listen as he licks and sucks the top of your breasts.
“We can’t. T-this is something only boyfriends do-” Now that phrase is what gets him to stop.
“But friends can do this too sweetheart, didn’t you know?” He looks at you like it’s a well known fact.
“And it’s even better because I'm your best friend. Best friends are supposed to help each other right?” He pouts as he rubs circles on the dips of your hips.
“Y-yes…” You stutter. Still worried that what you feel for him might drive him away.
“And it looks like we both have a problem down there. I can help us both. Do you trust me?” You feel his bulge growing harder as you nod in response.
“I’ll make you feel good sweetheart, I promise. Just keep this between us okay?” He kisses you before unbuckling his pants to lower them enough to his knees.
He wastes no time pushing your hips down again on his hard bulge, the friction of his covered cock nudging your sensitive bud is even more pleasurable as the layers of clothing between you have lessened.
“Feels s-so good…” You mindlessly mumble as pleasure takes over your senses.
Sunwoo’s hands grab your ass harshly, making you whine from the slight sting but it turns you on even more. You moan his name as you feel an unfamiliar sensation growing in your abdomen.
“That’s it sweetheart, use my cock.” He groans.
Your hips roll on their own as they move faster, trying to reach that peak you’re desperately craving. He crashes his lips onto yours, tongues moving together so erotically.
You don’t even have time to process what’s going on until you suddenly hit your orgasm, making you bite his bottom lip out of impulse.
“Fuck I need to be inside you right now. Can I? Fuck- please let me fuck you-” He moans.
“But is that oka-”
“As long as we’re helping each other right?” He asks, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.
“O-okay. Just… it won’t hurt right?” You look at him with worried eyes.
“Just a little, but it will feel so good. Gonna fill you up so good sweetheart I promise-” He fumbles as he slightly lifts his hips to pull down his boxers, kicking them to the side as he pulls your panties to the side. Your mouth waters at the sight of his leaking cock, eager to know how it will feel inside in a few moments.
Sunwoo helps you lift your hips, tugging at the base of his member as he aligns himself at your entrance before slowly lowering you down.
You start to feel the head stretch out your walls, whining at the pain as he bottoms out into you. He gives you a moment to adjust before he slowly grabs your waist again to drag your hips back and forth as his cock gliding inside your tight walls.
“I-feel so full-” You whine, wrapping your arms around his neck as you try to roll your hips yourself.
“Doing so good sweetheart.” Sunwoo kisses your neck.
“Fuck- gonna ruin you for everyone else. Got that? After this I can only fuck you-” He growls in your ear, slapping your ass as he bites your earlobe. You nod in response.
He wraps his arms around your waist and thrusts himself up into you. Pounding his member so deep that you practically feel all of him.
“Gonna make you mine baby. All mine.” He groans against your lips.
All the sensations happening at the moment numb your head, feeling yourself drift away to the point you don’t even realize you’re cumming on his cock, moaning his name like a prayer.
You thank him profusely. You don’t even know why you’re thanking him but you do. He smirks at you as he caresses your cheek and leaves a kiss on your forehead,
“That’s what friends are for…”
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byuntrash101 · 4 months
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what you deserve
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soft dom!juyeon x f!reader x mean dom!hyunjae smut | mdni 4.2k your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve nsfw tags under the cut
slut shaming reader (hj calls her easy), lots of teasing, fingering (because have you seen juyeon's hands? gotta put those to use), begging, pet names (princess, doll, baby, kitten), praising, degradation (slut, whore), slight dumbification, nipple play, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill (these stunts are performed by professionnals don't try this at home), spitroasting/eiffel tower, multiple orgasms (f), oral (m), creampie, double penetration, anal
a/n: would you believe me if i said it took 1 whole ass fucking year to finish this? (yes i started writing on the 1st October 22) (smh)
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Deep down you knew it wasn’t true. You knew Younghoon couldn’t be your soulmate. Most of the time he would ditch you to go hang out with his friends and not return your calls or texts for the whole night then turn up home completely drunk and smelling of an other woman's perfume, even if he denied it every time. So saying Younghoon wasn’t the best boyfriend was to say the least an understatement. 
Deep down you knew that. You knew he didn’t really love you but just used you for entertainment purposes. 
So why? Why? Did you still believe that little voice in your head? Despite the sleepless nights, despite the countless tears shed, despite the pain. You still believed you two had a chance, you still believed you could fix him… 
But did you still love him?
“What are you doing?” the stern voice of Hyunjae erupted from beside you, sitting with you on the comfortable and cushioned couch, making you jump and hurriedly hide your screen from his scrutinizing eyes.
“Huh? Hmm… Nothing” you lied, quickly typing out the rest of your text to your boyfriend.
“She’s talking to Younghoon” Juyeon snitched, seated right at your other side, as he perfectly accomplished a dangerous maneuver with Princess Peach’s pink kart securing the first place right in front of Hyunjae.
Hyunjae groaned but you didn’t know if it was because he was certain to lose the race or if it was well… because of you. 
“Y/N!” He shouted putting the controller down before even finishing the race.
Well… you knew now.
“I can’t believe you’re still with that fucking asshole” Hyunjae whistled through gritted teeth.
You knew Hyunjae despised Younghoon, hence why you were trying to hide away the screen from the eyes of your best friend. But as you turned the device the other way Juyeon snatched it from your hands. 
“What did she send ?” Hyunjae avidly asked.
“Please don’t read it” you asked Juyeon, pleading eyes bordering on begging to preserve the ridiculous trace amount of pride you had left and not read yet another text in which you bent over backwards for your ungrateful boyfriend.
“I’m not gonna read it” Juyeon declared. You exhaled in relief while Hyunjae scoffed. “But I am going to take it away for the rest of the night”. 
“What? Please give it back” you tried to reach for it but Juyeon was way taller and had longer arms there was no way you would be able to take it back from him.
“No. Just enjoy a fun gaming night with us. Okay?” Juyeon smiled at you with that adorable eye smile that you’ve been unable to say no to since middle school.
“Fine”
You played a little more Mario Kart but it was as if the atmosphere had changed.
“Can I ask you something ?” Juyeon finally asked. 
There he goes again… You thought.
The three of you were best friends for almost as long as you could remember and you knew them like the back of your hands.
When something awkward like that happened Hyunjae and yourself would rather ignore it and you would give each other time to forgive and forget but not Juyeon. He would just bluntly speak his truth.
“Sure” you said as you paused the game and Hyunjae groaned again.
“Why him?” Juyeon asked, putting his phone down. You sighed in annoyance and the 
question.
“I don’t know, Juyeon, OK? I don't know why I love him.” You said as you rubbed your aching temple.
“You can do so much better though!” He protested while Hyunjae looked at you with stern eyes.
“You deserve someone that’s going to be thoughtful and kind” Juyeon almost whispered with his deep voice, bringing the back of his hand to your cheek. 
With this simple touch the atmosphere had changed again. Juyeon’s cat-like eyes fixed on your lips, leaning dangerously as you felt his warm reassuring touch on your cheek. It felt safe and somehow you didn’t have it in you to pull away.
“Someone like me? Maybe?” he murmured, his lips grazing yours. He paused right there. Giving you one last chance to pull away, to remain faithful to your morals but… how could you? You felt the heat radiating from his face and his soft breath fanning your cheeks. You didn’t want him to stop. 
So he leaned in to close the distance between your lips and finally kissed you. The electric charge from the thrill of kissing your best friend traveled from your lips all the way down to your core, making your guts stir in excitement.
Juyeon’s hand moved from your cheek to your nape to gently press your lips further onto his own, slightly parting them to let his tongue lap at yours. Heat pulled in your lower stomach while your eyelids fluttered close, losing yourself in this kiss. Juyeon’s large palm sliding up your thigh as he kissed you softly.
“Right, my princess? “ he whispered, breaking the kiss, leaving your lips yearning for more, you nodded, looking at him through your lashes when you heard Hyunjae scoff behind you.
The brief sound brought you back to reality. You whipped your head to your side where you are greeted by the icy cold gaze of the older one, eyeing you scornfully. 
“You’re wasting your time” he said, maintaining the unwavering eye contact. “She doesn’t care about this…” he brought his hand to your cheek caressing slightly before he shifted to entangle his slender fingers around your hair “She only likes pain” he said before suddenly giving a quick and sharp pull, ripping from your lips a surprised whimper, which made Hyunjae smirk evilly.
“I knew it” he whispered, bending over you and pressing his hot lips to your cheek. "You only yearn to be treated like the little whore that you are. You want to be my little slut. Want me to hurt you, huh?" he said before he used your hair again to make you turn your head, breaking your neck into position and crashing his lips onto yours. The difference with Juyeon was blatant, overwhelming even. Hyunjae was devouring you. It was clear he wasn’t intending to ask for anything. He was demanding, he was taking what was his. And you were ready to give it all up to him… To them.
You felt Juyeon’s rough hands wrap around your waist from behind while he planted soft kisses and bites from your nape to your ear. Licking and nibbling around it while you felt his hands make quick work of rolling up your skirt past your waist line. You gasped when his large palm brushed against the thin skin of your inner thigh which Hyunjae saw as an opportunity to kiss you even deeper as you moaned into his mouth.
“Spread your legs for me, doll” Juyeon cooed, lips still pressed to the wet patch of skin on your neck. “Good girl” he praised when you did. His large palm brushed over your clothed center and you arched your back in an unpremeditated reflex, pushing your hips forward onto the older man. You felt Hyunjae’s lips pull into a sly smirk.
“Really?” he said, breaking the kiss “Already offering yourself like this?” he chuckled. "You're so fucking easy. Anyone could get it with you"
You whimpered and squirmed in embarrassment but kept your legs wide open nonetheless, which Hyunjae didn’t fail to notice. He scoffed.
“What a little slut you are” he drew back, eyes sweeping across your whole figure to finally settle on your most private part.
When Juyeon finally pushed your panties to the side and let the living room ceiling light shine directly on your center you felt like you were going to faint from the adrenaline rapidly rushing to your brain, making your breath itch in your throat. Hyunjae caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Look at that we barely even touched you and you’re already this wet?” Hyunjae spat with one cocked eyebrow, peering at your slicked and glistening folds with disdain.
You opened your mouth to talk back, to defend yourself but you could only deeply sigh in bliss as Juyeon's rough hand brushed against your unclothed bundle of nerves. And it was only then that you realized how right Hyunjae was and how wet you actually were. 
Your wetness had soaked through the panties and was nearly dripping down to the floor. Juyeon had no trouble gathering and spreading it all over you. He gently and slowly circled your swollen nub, teasing it, lewd wet and squelching sounds erupting from the shameless act. Making you inexorably wetter and hungry for more. 
He kept teasing you slowly as he laid wet kisses on the side of your neck, heavily breathing into your ear while Hyunjae palmed his hard member through his tighter-than-ever pants thoroughly enjoying you being spread in full display for him.
After what felt like hours of teasing you finally gathered the courage to protest in the form of a tiny high pitched whimper.
“What's wrong, my baby?” Juyeon huffed into your ear before sucking on your lobe, the heat from his mouth raised goosebumps on your skin.
“Please” you mustered, barely above a whisper.
“Please what?” he asked as you felt his lips on your neck being pulled into a smirk.
“Please I want your fingers inside me” you murmured as if you almost didn’t want the words you were speaking to actually be heard but to no avail. Both of your best friends heard you clear as day.
“Pathetic” Hyunjae said as he seemed to be palming himself with more pressure, looking anything but displeased.
“Anything for you, my princess” Juyeon cooed and immediately sunk his middle finger inside you, a disproportionately large palm resting over your mound. He circled his finger deep inside and you felt his blunt nail graze on your g spot which made you whimper and throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder.
The dull pleasure was making your head spin so much that you didn’t even hear when Hyunjae unzipped his jeans and slipped out of his boxers.
“Yeah finger fuck her. I’ll fuck her throat” he scoffed while he approached you, hard dick in hand. “Come here” he said as he forcefully pulled you towards him. The hot tip pressed against your closed mouth and precum glazed your bottom lip.
As if the stars aligned, at the exact same time as Hyunjae pushed his cock past your lips Juyeon slipped a second finger inside you, thick and long fingers stretching you out so perfectly. You moaned as Hyunjae slipped inside you, his taste spreading on your tongue, adding even more fuzz to your already foggy thoughts.
“Fuck” he said under his breath, grabbing a fistfull of your hair, bending your neck backwards and forcing you to look up at him. The pain on your scalp took your mind off the rising pleasure Juyeon was inflicting on you and you looked up at the older male with teary eyes while he kept on pushing his dick inside your wet mouth until he had to force the last couple of centimeters down your throat. And he stayed there. Look down at you as you choked on his length.
“Such a good girl for us. You take him so well, baby” Juyeon praised you as he picked up the pace, making your eyes roll back. “So pretty all stretched out and wet for us.”
“Keep your mouth open” Hyunjae whispered before finally pulling out to let you have a quick breather before he smashed his hips back into your face, setting a rapid rhythm. The burning sensation in your throat made your heart race and as Juyeon was having his way with you, circling and flicking your clit you felt the precious build up of your release forming in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck” Hyunjae groaned as he kept on the furious pace. “It’s like this mouth was made for me. Perfectly fitted little cocksleeve” he tugged at your hair again, making you moan on his length.
You almost lost your mind when Juyeon brought his second hand to circle your clit as the other one was still pumping in and out of you. Your muffled moans grew louder on Hyunjae’s cock, the vibrations making him shiver. 
“Baby you’re so tight” Juyeon murmured in your hot ear. “You wanna cum?” he asked, slipping a third finger inside you and you almost came on the spot as you were deliciously stretched out top and bottom by your best friends. “You can cum, kitten.”
It’s the only thing you needed as your body was waiting for this command to immediately let go of the knot. You quivered and moaned, while your jaw went lax around Hyunjae. Your center tightly gripping on Juyeon’s digits, desperate to ever let them go. Twitching and spasming in delicious bliss.
“Good girl” Juyeon cooed as he gradually slowed down allowing you to ride off your high at your own speed.
“I can’t believe you fucking came already.” Hyunjae spat at you with mean eyes as he pulled his cock from your agape mouth, you took a deep breath and sighed in bliss.
But you looked down when you felt two hands going up your thighs and you were met with Hyunjae’s glacial eyes.
“You won’t need that anymore” without a heads up he tore away your panties, ripping them to shreds with a grunt as you gasped in surprise. “I want to know how this little pussy feels like” he whispered through gritted teeth, eyeing you like candy, avid hands pulling at your hips to bring you closer to the edge on the couch. In some kind of protective reflex you wanted to close your legs but Juyeon hands that were still glistening with your wetness kept them open.
“Can you be a good girl for us and keep your legs nice and spread like this?” his deep voice asked softly. The tone was soft, slightly contrasting with the strong grasp on both your thighs.
You nodded.
“Good girl”
Hyunjae didn't wait for a second. He brought his scolding hot tip to your folds and glazed himself into your juices, thoroughly coating his length as he pumped his fist around it a couple of times before pushing the tip in. 
Immediately your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your arch your back into the couch, biting your bottom lip trying not to moan. That attempt turned out to be a failure as Hyunjae progressed inside your wet heat. When he bottomed out you let out a small cry of pleasure. As Juyeon felt your thighs twitch lightly he withdrew his hands to bring them up to your chest and kneed your breasts. His large hands lifted your top and pulled on your bra releasing your beautiful tits which made Hyunjae grunt as he fucked himself inside your cunt. Juyeon’s big palm laid over the two lumps of sensitive flesh and worked them gently, his fingers curling around your nipples to roll them around.
“So pretty, baby” Juyeon cooed into your ear, looking over your shoulder at how your tits bounced every time Hyunjae drilled his cock into you. Juyeon can’t take it anymore, he also wants to know how you feel around him and you feel him slip from behind you. You instantly miss his warm hands over your body. But the disappointment is short-lived. Because you feel his hand softly wrap around your jaw, pulling your face to look up at him. Your gaze quickly dropped from his gentle eyes to his thick cock laying heavily in his hands as he pumped himself a couple of times approaching the wet tip to your lips. 
Instinctively your lips parted to let your tongue swipe and have a taste of his essence. Which made Juyeon hiss in pleasure, fist growing stronger around his cock, making the veins of his forearm pop. He drove his cock into your mouth, earning a low grunt from him. You lips painfully stretched to accommodate to Juyeon’s girth.
“Fuckk” he cursed under his breath. “Such a good girl taking my cock like this”. He said wrapping his long fingers around your nape, giving you an encouraging push. You didn’t need more to quicken your pace, gobbling his cock as far as you could manage without hesitation.
“What a fucking whore” Hyunjae grunted as he gave you one particularly strong thrust, the sharp pleasure making you moan on Juyeon’s length. “You love cock so much? Look at you swallowing his cock like it’s your only goal in life?” He picked up the pace smashing his hips into yours. Your attention switching from Juyeon to Hyunjae. “Is that it? You’re only goal is to be filled with cocks?”
“Phhfuckk” you attempted to say, your mouth full to the brim.
“So pretty baby.” Juyeon cooed as he started to thrust into your mouth when your attention got diverted. “So pretty full of cocks”
The coil in your guts tightened again as your gaze fluttered between Jueyon’s soft smile and Hyunjae’s mean eyes. Once again close to the edge.
“Keep going. She’s going to cum” Juyeon said to his friend. Not daring to take his eyes off your wet ones. Hyunjae scoffed.
“Again?” he said, gripping your thighs tighter and drilling his cock into you harder as he felt your cunt clamp around him, dangerously fluttering. “Go ahead and cum. It’s all you’re good for.” he said, one hand leaving your thigh to slap against your cunt. The pain made you choke on Juyeon. 
“Fuck” he grunted while your mumbled intelligibly, earning another slap before Hyunjae started to draw small and quick circles on your swollen and painful little clit.
That made you cross the edge again. Your body shook against Hyunjae’s relentless hips. Your pussy clenching around him and fluttering in delicious and intoxicating pleasure. Screams of bliss muffled by Juyeon’s length, making him shiver, bucking his hips into your mouth a little harsher.
Hyunjae pulled out quickly and wanted to stuff you back but was interrupted by Juyeon.
“Come on man, it’s my turn now” Juyeon said, taking his dick out of your mouth, letting you take deep breaths as you slowly came down from your high.
“Fine” Hyunjae spat as he got out of between your legs. “I was almost done” he mumbled.
Juyeon sat beside you on the couch once again he looked at you and patted his thighs.
“Ride me baby” he said and you immediately hopped on his lap. Your tits shoved in his face he took a deep breath, letting his brain be soaked with the pheromone filled smell of sex that was imprinted into your sweaty skin.
You took his length between your fingers and pumped a couple of times before you sunk your hips into his cock.
“Ffffuck” Juyeon sighed, before licking a big stripe between your tits, collecting the glistening sweat.
Hyunjae didn’t miss one second of the show. He pumped his cock as he watched you bounce on his friend’s cock. Looking attentively at the way your pussy spread wide to take him in, spitting him out covered with your slick, all of that forming a beautiful soundtrack of moans, grunts and squelching wet sounds.
Hyunjae kept on fisting his rock hard and dripping cock as the same rhythm as you lifted your hips and let them smash back down. 
“How is it in there, dude?” he asked Juyeon.
“F-fucking great” he responded not taking your tits out his mouth.
“Yeah I know. Slutty cunts are the best. Because they just suit anyone.” He said letting his free hand slap your ass. Making you arch your back and bounce even harder. A silent plea for more. And it’s exactly what you got. “And this one she’s one real easy whore. Letting anyone fuck her raw” He spanked your ass again, even harder this times, leaving a beautiful print behind on your skin. “Isn’t it right, slut?”
“Yesssss!!!!” you panted, bouncing even harder, the familiar build up heating up in your guts again, Juyeon’s large hands gripping the underside of your thighs and aiding you bounce on him while he muffled his moans in your chest. “I’m a slut a real fucking whore for you. I love both your cocks so much”
“Is that so?” Hyunjae said, tilting his head, his lips being pulled in a sly smirk as an idea blossomed in his lust soaked mind.
He approached his tip to your ass, rubbing his hard-on on your cheeks. Before leaning over and spitting a big wad right into your pucker. Making the hole blink.
“Since you love our cock so much. You don’t mind me taking your ass, right?” he said pressing his tip still wet with your slick into your only available hole. 
“Oh G-god” you chocked when you felt your ass being spread open.
“Please” Hyunjae chuckled still pushing inside you. “Just call me Hyunjae” he said cockily as he pushed the last inch into your bottomless hole. 
“Fuckkk it feels so good” he cried out stopping your hips, your nails digging into Juyeon’s shoulders, urging him to fuck up into your cunt. He did so immediately. His dick grazing against Hyunjae’s inside your ass.
“Fuckk” the older one hissed when he felt the coming and going of his friend through the small membrane that separated both your holes.
He started to fuck into your asshole as soon as you looked accustomed to him. He loved to watch the way your asshole dragged into his cock every time he pulled out just to welcome him back into your warmth once he pushed back in.
“Fuck baby you’re so good to us” Juyeon as lightly tugging at your erect nipple with his teeth. “So pretty for us. So fucking good.” He panted fucking his hips uo into you, making your pussy cream around him, wet sounds bouncing of the walls.
He was so close. So fucking close he could taste it.
“Fuck kitten. I’m going to cum soon” he said, grip growing stronger on your thighs.
“Yeah please. Please!! Please fill me up!” you urged when you felt another slap into your ass.
“What a filthy fucking slut begging for cum like that” Hyunjae groaned. “Want mine too whore?”
“Yees fuck please. yesyesyesyesyes!!!” you chanted, feeling both of your holes grip around the cock that were both plowing into you, rearranging your guts so deliciously. 
“Then fucking take it” Hyunjae says slipping his hand into your hair and pulling harshly. Letting his cock pump your ass full of tasty hot cum, his hips absolutely rutting into your ass, grunting and moaning. So much so that it made the cum spill out and drip on his friend's cock. But both of them couldn’t care less.
“Fuck baby. ‘m- c-” Juyeon can’t even bring himself to make full sentences and follows right after Hyunjae. You feel his enormous cock twitch inside you, delivering an ungodly amount of white hot cum right in the deepest part of you, if it wasn’t for the pill you were taking you’d be sure to be knocked up right away. His dick brush again against your soft spot and the way you feel both your holes filled with cum make you tip over the edge. And you find yourself squirting all over both their dicks in a pleasure filled scream. Your juices spray out of you in big streams, completely soaking Juyeon laid under you which makes his hips stutter a little. This orgasm is the most intense one of the night, making both your holes flutter. Your cunt clenching around Juyeon and your asshole blinking around Hyunjae while you pant and moan in complete euphoria.
The next few instants are a blur. None of you speak, only pants and sighs can be heard. All three of you, piled up on top of each other, drained and content. But the blissful silence is interrupted by the low vibrations of a phone..
A phone? your phone!
Juyeon haphazardly reaches into the pocket of his jeans laying somewhere near and holds the device to you.
You have dozens of unread texts from Younghoon and even more missed calls. Poor thing… he’s not used to you going silent on him. Not his precious and naive girlfriend.
You pushed your messy hair out of your face and picked up the call.
“Yeah?” you say voice sounding a little rough, nothing surprising given the things that were just in your mouth and roughing up your throat.
“What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you answering your texts?” Younghoon asks, panic seeping in his rushed voice.
Hyunjae chuckled coldly behind you.
“Come cuddle baby.” Juyeon said, pouting so much it was audible.
“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT???? Y/N??? IS THAT JUYEON???”
“Hmmmm” you hesitated before Hyunjae snatched the phone from behind you.
“You guys are done. Don’t call her again”
“WHAT THE F-”
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there is an intense rivalry between you, always trying to outdo each other in various areas of your lives. but this time, your competition takes an intimate turn. the tension between you is tense as you face each other, eyes locked with an unspoken conflict.
“first one to moan must do the other one a favor,” he proudly proposes.
“you’re gonna regret that.”
“we’ll see about that,” he retorts, eyes glinting with determination.
you start with a gentle touch, tracing your fingers along his jawline. you lean in, lips hovering over his. but before you can make a move, he turns your head
“not so fast,” he whispers, a sly smile on his face.
he runs his hands through your hair, pulling you closer to him. his touches become more aggressive as he explores every inch of your body.
determined to win, you push him onto the bed and waste no time to straddle him, hands roaming over his body. you trail kisses down his neck, making him let out a low groan. a sense of power washes over you as you feel him getting harder beneath you. you know you’re in control now, you know you’re close to victory.
but he’s not gonna let you win, especially without a fight. “is that all you’ve got?” he flips you over, his lips finding yours in a deep passionate kiss. his hands travel your body once again, trying to find the right spot to make you moan.
suddenly, his hands slip between your legs and find your clit. you can’t hold back anymore, a loud moan escaped your lips.
“fuck, we haven’t even started yet.” his eyes gleam with mischief. “looks like you owe me a favor, huh?”
“fuck you.” you glare at him, knowing that you have no choice.
a mischievous smile spreads across his face as an idea pops into his head. “actually, i don’t want to end this just yet. shall we continue without the favor? i wanna see how long i can make you moan.”
jiwoong, hanbin, ricky, jay, sunghoon, sunwoo, juyeon, seunghan, eunseok, lee know, bang chan, san, mingi
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from-m-izzy · 2 months
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[22:58] | tbz lee juyeon
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» ​PAIRING: tbz lee juyeon x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 just a tinge of fluff cause juyeon is momentarily shy after (...hehe) » WORD COUNT: 1764​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~7 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): food play (ice cream), temperature play (cold), fingering (reader receiving), literally a second of anal fingering, soft dom!juyeon, momentary mean dom!juyeon, cum eating, dirty talk, slight size kink (juyeon is bigger than the reader), unprotected sex (be safe everyone!!)
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happy birthday, lee juyeon!!
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i'm so shy right now bye—
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This was not how you thought the Neapolitan ice cream cake would be used.
There's no sweet taste in the valley that splits your breasts. Nothing but the taste of sweat and Juyeon’s fragrant exhales, the remnants of his birthday treat from his mouth, as he buries his face between your freed chest. He kisses your skin softly, roughly contrasting to the movements of his trailing hands from your stomach, down to your covered core.
He wastes no time, hooking the crotch area of your panties aside with his middle finger, plunging his pointer inside of you, and trudging the inside of your walls. The touch that his skin gave lingers on your dripping cunt and the top of your head meets the marbled countertop once again.
Your hands fly to the side of your body, trying to grab something from the pleasure building as Juyeon unhooks the middle finger to follow the motions of his pointer.
Pulling out slowly, pushing it back in even slower but deeper each Juyeone.
“Oh my God.” Finding nothing to grab so you mess up his still product-filled hair. Your hardworking boyfriend didn’t even bother changing out of his work clothes, opting to work on your body as soon as you greeted him. In fact, you’re surprised that he at least threw his collared button out, his black everyday tie on top of the puddle of clothing.
It sucks that he did that because maybe then if any of the ice cream colours stain his white shirt, maybe he could explain the backstory to his workmates.
Your closed eyes allow your senses to be directed to the warmth that his body gave yours: Juyeon’s tongue that leaves wet, messy suctioned kisses from your chest all the way to your navel, his one free hand that grips the side of your thigh, the other hand bringing you closer to the end as the pad of this thumb presses and circles on your sensitive clit. His pinky is what drove you feral, frozen halfway in your other hole and the other three fingers pushed you closer to your climax.
“Oh, you're so fucking…” Juyeon groans at your mewls, feeling the painful grip that his pants held onto his growing cock. “You’re drenched, bubs.”
“J-Juyeon.” You gasp his name, begging for more of his touch.
Your boyfriend shakes his head, still smiling at you sweetly. He detaches his face from your abdomen and makes eye contact with you. If it wasn't for the way you're laid tiredly but still very much horny, for the way that both your chests are exposed to each other, for the way that Juyeon snakes an arm behind you to get you to sit prettily at the edge of the counter, then his twenty-sixth birthday would have been so innocent.
But here he is, kneeling on the floor, a spoonful of the dessert in his hand as he trails the metal edge on the inside of your thighs. It trails from your midthigh, his tongue following closely behind the ombre colours, reflexively making your legs close. 
The temperature makes you squirm, an added unexpected stimulation that you are enjoying. 
“I see.” Juyeon takes a mental note of the added list of things that leave you breathless.
Finally, the back of the curved utensil hovers above your aching clit. Juyeon looks up, giving the most bright yet lust-filled gaze at you. His thumb stops his abuse for a second, replacing it with the cold instead—thank God the edge of the table is within reach, or else you would have melted already.
If it wasn't enough seeing you all ruined, Juyeon straightens his legs, his mind already wanting to see something else coated in the dessert—coat your hardened nipples the same way that he did just before. For a second, he steps back to admire his work, admiring your half-lidded eyes and rapid breathing.
“Oh.” He coos, his hand below going faster on you. “Ohh,” he says once more, feasting on the chocolate, strawberry and vanilla on your nipples.
A palm presses onto your back, plunging you to the crevices of his face. “Shit!” It's when you realise that he suspends your buds between his teeth along with the aggressive sucking that alternates between. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Not another warning is given as your insides give up, the liquid squirting to make a cloudy pink and brown mess on his hand. Juyeon grunts at the sight, now finished with his appetiser.
“Baby.” He warns, and you see the darkness in his eyes. “Did I tell you to let go?”
“I-I’m—” Your back hits the surface again. “J-Ju—” A hand presses on your collarbone, keeping you in place as your hands fly to wrap around his veiny, muscular arms.
You're greeted with the sight of Juyeon’s bangs covering his hungry desire and when your eyes lower past his defined abs, you salivate at the way he pulls his cock out from his half-down trousers and the way it is immediately enwrapped in his fist. 
“I haven't even gotten a taste of you yet and you're already making a mess.” It's frustrating to him as it's something that he's been wanting for so long. “You're not such a good girl, after all.”
The precum leaks from the slit of his penis, the foreskin coming up and down to coat the natural lube on the rest of his length. He forces you to look at him, the fact of the mess that you've created.
“Do something, please.”
“You bet I will.” 
Juyeon's fingers dig into your skin, and you scream at how he matches the force with his hips. He rams into you, not caring about adjusting your small size to his humongous one.
Marking you on your neck and jawline, going past his unfinished dessert on your nipple—on an urgent mission to make it bright purple and blue to the point where you'll have to sit for hours in front of your makeup to cover them up.
It makes you scream each time he degrades you, calling you his “favourite slut” as if he had another woman to fuck. He whispers seductively to your ear, grunting each time his balls hit your ass. “Enjoying this a little bit too much?”
“N-No.” You lie, biting your bottom lip with the top row of your teeth. “Juyeon! Oh my fucking God!”
“You're so pretty.” Ramming into your body harder and faster. “You're so small that I can see my body inside you.” To prove his point, he pushes on your stomach and you whine at the press, feeling his girth deep inside even more.
“Fuck!” Your legs ran out of strength and Juyeon menacingly smiled, throwing your limbs to rest on his shoulder. “You fucking---”
He presses his lips to yours, stopping your dirty mouth from finishing. “It's not nice to curse the birthday boy on his day, bubs.”
The endearing name would've been great if you were not literally folding against him right now.
“But yes, I will make sure I fuck you,” Your grip his shoulder knowing what's next.
“and I'll fuck you,” Juyeon’s hands cage your waist, pulling you to the edge of the furniture for easier access to your womb.
“so hard,” a thrust, one that makes you drool.
“and so fast,” your boobs move and jiggle faster as he picks up his pace, following the pulls and pushes that he exerts on your half-ruined body.
“to the point that you'll pass out faster than the ice cream cake.” 
Juyeon does work on your body, squirming at your tight grip, listening to your screaming for a certain Holy figure and a bunch of affirmative words spilling out of you as he finally finishes licking your chest clean.
“I'm so close.” You manage to announce between your pants. The sweat trickles down from your back, the arch of your posture cooking you. “Let me cum, Juyeon. Please, please, please.”
“If you cum now, I’m cumming inside of you,” A smirk plays on his lips as you roll your eyes, your legs trembling. Juyeon dips his chest down to yours, allowing him to bury himself into your tight body each he’s fully in. “Though it seems like something you want.”
And then…
“Cum for me, you destroyed slut.” 
Juyeon physically feels the way your body loosens, mixing your release with his inside your pussy. The feeling is serene and peaceful, perfect after the seemingly long marathon that always leaves you craving more of him every time. He hums and smiles on your skin with satisfaction when you smile at him after you've fully come down.
With the last few energy in him, he attaches your lips with his, muffling and swallowing your moans as his softened member slowly pulls out while his hand closes on your hole to contain the remnants of his love for you.
“Juyeon?” You ask through your fluttering eyelashes.
He hums, pressing a quick kiss once more before dropping his knees to the ground, worshipping the beautiful mess he created. His opened mouth encircles the opening of your vagina, and his throat sucks you clean.
“Oh.” You gasp out pleasurably, the loose strings being cleaned with just enough pressure. It satisfies you even more when his nose nudges on your overstimulated clit, his tongue swiping across fastly right after to clean the small bit of ice cream that still hung on for him to lick.
Juyeon stands before your tired body, his palms resting on the table next to your waist to support his body and though he broke your body in the best way possible, your elbows successfully bring you closer to him. It amuses you when the redness of his cheeks makes its way onto his face, and you giggle before resting your forehead on his.
“Don't be shy.” You reassure him, arms making their way around his neck. “That was amazing.”
His eyes shape into crescent moons, glad that you enjoyed the moment as much as he did. Juyeon pressed his lips against yours, inviting your own to automatically separate. But just when you could relish the passionate but innocent kiss at what you thought was to be the end of the lust-filled day, Juyeon pushes the mixed juice of your lower bodies into you. His tongue swipes where he can reach and he keeps emptying the load inside his throat into yours, pushing the sweet taste down with the help of gravity when he tilts your head up.
“Happy Birthday to me.” 
Before his hand picks up his straightening cock once more.
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BBGG(bad boy good girl)/biker!Sunwoo x fem!reader SMUT
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Tags: sunwoo smut, best friend!kevin, juyeon and q feature, Nicknames (good girl, baby, little princess, etc), SPIT IN MOUTH, P in V, DEGRADATION (calling you a whore), choking, sort of VERY ROUGH, unprotected, implied PAINAL
Porn with plot. Having freshly moved into the suburbs, you invite your neighbors for a Christmas party, being that they’re singles far away from family, too. You meet Sunwoo, and… sparks fly.
It’s not even really mentioned that sunwoo is such a bad boy... intro is long but it’s cozy holiday times!
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If you enjoy this please consider reading my other tbz fic, a juyeon smut
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The winters were getting dark and snow had begun to fall—you’d missed the first snows driving into town, and now, a week into the move, snow has become an annoying, filthy and incredibly proverbial thing that had lost its magic.
Your housemate, Kevin—and best friend who you’ve been rooming with since you moved out, but we don’t mention that—looks out the window, both hands clutching a warm mug of cocoa. “We should do something for Christmas,” he says. “Why did I go through designing the decorations of our amazing, spectacular, show-stopping, never-attempted-before Christmas tree, if we can’t have guests to show it to?”
“You said you design to please yourself, not others.”
“Well I take it back.” Kevin tuts as he looks outside at the window. “Let’s have a party.”
“You’re insane—”
“YOU BOUGHT ENOUGH CHAMPAGNE FOR 10 PEOPLE STOP HOGGING IT—”
So Kevin convinces you to go over to the neighbors and invite them for a neighborly new year’s party, held between new year’s and christmas, just for the hell of it, and also because he wants bitches to see his bitchin christmas tree. It’s ego issues, honestly.
Kevin could not convince you enough to invite more than one house, so you made a deal: he does the other houses, you go over to just the closest neighbors and then you go home. As you set off, both at the same time, you keep looking over your shoulder at Kevin, just to see how far along he was.
You arrive at the door of the house adjacent, a house entirely painted black. You knew that its garage was also a make-shift workshop, because you had seen many bikers with machine problems park there. They seemed to be a trusted mechanic too, because you saw the people were overly friendly—the neighborhood didn’t seem to like them, though, thinking they were an eyesore and a fright to their area, but that’s the more reason you rooted for the three boys that lived in the dark house.
After you’ve rung the bell, you wait. You wait, and you look over at Kevin, just to see he’d gone over two houses already. Seriously? Kevin’s ahead of you and the one house you gotta invite won’t even fucking open?
You kicked at the snow. “FUCK!” You’d thought no one would hear it, because the cold vacuum of the snowy town tricked you into thinking you were in space, but the door immediately opens, that cold, dead-jet-black door. A boy with white hair and a smile pops out. “Uh, hello?”
“Hi!” you say, blood rushing more and more to your face in the cold, and you felt the heat coming—maybe it’s from embarrassing yourself in front of these boys, actually—”I just moved into the other house—number 13?”
The boy at the door opens the door wider so his roommates could see you, and you take their appearances in: one guy, standing close to the door, had these catlike eyes that bore into your soul. He wanted to know what you wanted, too. And meanwhile, the guy farthest from you, with thick fluffy hair and thick lips, stood on the stairway and stared you down. The boys looked barely interested, or at least they feigned it, with the guy with the intense stare zeroing on you. The guy that opened the door, though, tried to smile at you.
“Um, we were thinking of having a new year’s party, later this week, on Sunday? It’d be really nice if you could come—if you don’t already have plans. I’m Y/n—”
“Changmin!” The guy holding the door open introduces himself. “That’s Juyeon and Sunwoo. Is that all? New Year’s party?”
“Y-yeah, and—it’s on the 29th,” you say. “Between Christmas and New Year’s, the perfect date, isn’t it?”
“That’s nice! That’s for inviting us,” says Changmin. “Is that all?”
Damn, they really wanted you out of their hair, huh? You just nod, absentmindedly—dissociating because it was the only thing going to save you now—”Uh-huh. Yeah. So, well, see ya!”
When you came home Kevin was still inviting every house in the neighborhood, going door to door. You wait patiently for him, listing all the things you were going to say to him. No one’s coming to the party, you stupid slut. There’s not even going to be a party. But when he comes back he looks too excited you didn’t want to burst his bubble.
“Easily done,” Kevin says, as he shakes snow off his boots. “Those guys in that house—one of them’s in law school. What are your guys like?”
You shrugged. “Weren’t very talkative. I doubt they’ll even show up.”
“I invited the house in front of ours, too, but there’s a whole, like, little toddler there and I don't think we can count them in,” Kevin says. “We’re not exactly a child-safe environment—”
You hit his arm. “Of course we are! This party won’t be rated more than PG13, for the champagne drinking.”
.
“Is this what we’re really doing? Really?” You pull your velvet skirt down to cover the gap between your thighs and the skirt, but it just reveals more skin on your midriff. You and Kevin are in matching blue velvet.
“We’re matching velvet twins!” Kevin announces in joy. “Fuck. I’m getting static-zaps.”
“We look like the twins from the Shining.”
“You look killer,” Kevin reassures, trying to hype you up, but you simply rolled your eyes. “Kev… no one’s even going to show up.”
“Ah, but you’re waiting for no one to show up, so you get to keep all the liquor to yourself!” (It’s actually pathetic. He went and bought other kinds of booze, for ‘cocktail making’. Does Kevin even know how to make cocktails? NO!)
Surprisingly, your guys—the guys from the black house with the workshop garage—are the earlier ones to show up, and now it’s just the five of you, and you welcome them in, giving them appetizer plates. Kevin’s ecstatic, and wants to get to know them, but the biker boys were rather quiet.
The next guests to arrive were from house number 15, three boys, who introduced each other: Sangyeon, Haknyeon, and Jacob. Sangyeon and Haknyeon were the law school kids Kevin had been talking about, and Jacob was a photographer of some sorts, you didn’t ask further—although they had been eager to talk. You took a liking to Haknyeon, and as you served him appetizers, you broke into conversation.
“I really thought you’d invited more than these people,” Haknyeon says with a frown. You’re suddenly curious.
“Huh? You mean your housemates and the guys from number 11?”
Haknyeon leaned into you as he gave a side-eyed look at the other table. “Those guys are…” He hesitates, before he says: “trouble. Basically criminals.”
You frowned. It’s not like you could just tell Haknyeon ‘don’t be a snob,’ you didn’t even know him. Plus, if those guys actually were bad news, you didn’t want to start a feud with them, especially when they lived so close. So you force a smile. “Uh Huh! Well, the more the merrier—it’s Christmas, it’s time for… forgiveness?”
But Haknyeon looked over your shoulder at the arriving guests, all dressed in black, with a peculiarly mean set of eyes. You sighed. This was going to be a long night.
.
“Why are the two houses staring each other down?” Kevin whispered into your ear as you two were setting the table for dinner.
“You awakened a life-long feud between scholars and biker gangs,” you answered. “I told you the party was a bad idea.”
Kevin rolled his eyes at you, and well, you deserved it, you needed to stop shittalking a party that was already going on.
Kevin sets his Masterchef-style cooking onto the table, introduces the dishes—some of them french, some of them asian—and everyone starts to eat. And it’s silent in the dining room, because neither group wants to talk to the other.
Each of Haknyeon’s group compliments Kevin’s cooking, but only Changmin steps out from the bikers’ group to say the same. Kevin gracefully accepts the compliments.
It’s only when the drinks are served after dinner, and everyone was allowed to lounge around the living room, that the room didn’t feel so suffocating anymore.
Juyeon was the one to approach you, talking about Christmas and a book he read and something or the other, you don’t really remember. His conversation had been completely overshadowed by how his friend was watching you, from the corner near the fireplace.
Sunwoo, was it? Thick dark hair and kissable lips.
You thought Juyeon was the one with the killer stare, but damn, Sunwoo. If looks could kill…
If looks could undress. You knew what he was doing right now, a man only stares that long and that deep if he wants to fuck you. He’s watching you, only because he’s imagining you underneath him, making the ‘o’ face, crying out his name… he’s imagining what it’s like to have his cock buried deep, deep in you. The warmth of it, especially since the weather was so cold. Tis the season.
Somehow, you didn’t mind it.
You only hold Sunwoo’s stare for a bit, before you’re going around the party talking to Haknyeon, Sangyeon, even Juyeon, who seems to want to talk to you so badly that he keeps following you around and joining in on the conversations. But whenever you look across the room, he’s still staring at you, still there, ignoring everything else and just sipping his champagne slowly. You start to notice after a couple times how thick and sweet his lips looked, how sharp his jaw was, everything.
Being the only girl in the party, it’s not unexpected that most of the six guests you have over try to talk to you, each cutting in one after another, like taking a dance card from you. And yet… Sunwoo hadn’t come over at all. He bides his time. He even talks to Kevin. But somehow it clicked for you that this had to happen, you had to talk to Sunwoo.
You finally approached him, at his little corner with his refilled liquor, because you concluded he was never going to come over to where you sat. Tiptoeing up to him in your tight little stockings, you catch eye contact, his eagerly finding yours, and you say: “hiiii. Sunwoo, right?”
“Mmm.” He just nods. Although the reply was lackluster, you knew he wanted you; his stare said everything.
“Y/n,” you told him.
“Heard it when you invited us.” He sets his drink down on one of Kevin’s boxes he hadn’t put away properly, and Sunwoo turns to you anew, not at all smiling but with a newfound interest.
He’s checking you out. A fool could be able to tell. As he takes you in, little velvet dress and the way your tight leggings hugged your body, he finally manages to smile at you.
It’s a lop-sided smirk. The last-laugh kind of smile, charming, heartstring-playing, impossibly good-looking smile.
You refill a new glass and hand him one, clinking glasses with him.
“Listen,” Sunwoo murmurs to you over the bubbling champagne, “I can take you right back to my house, right now, and show you my bike collection—I have a full garage, if you want to see?”
You nodded, feet already picking you up to go. You don’t even know if you actually expect for there to be bikes–and, also, what if Haknyeon’s right and all of Sunwoo’s riches had criminal sponsorings?
You didn’t give a fuck. You feel hypnotized, you hear nothing but him. “I can show you… more than that, too.” His hand snaked over to your waist, fingers conveniently tucking themselves under your bra, and resting in that tight space.
You’re starting to walk away with him, your hand in his, and you were already halfway out the door when Kevin pulls you back.
“I’m going to see the bikes,” you say.
“No, you’re not.”
“Kev—”
“y/n, you are not going off to fuck a guest, whom we have over, while we literally have other guests over we have to entertain,” Kevin says to you slowly, which you were thankful for as you didn’t think you could handle a spitfire speech. You nodded slowly.
“And,” Kevin says, “you’re champagne drunk.” Pulling you back into the house, he shoots a look at Sunwoo. “Don’t be that guy, man. Try seeing if you actually still want her tomorrow.”
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.
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Your skirt is so fluffy and cute, and it barely covers your ass. Thankfully, you’re wearing stockings. You hugged your white sweater to your body, the all-white color coding worked as a look but it was still cold.
When you rang the doorbell, you’re expecting the same old as before: it would take a long while until someone comes, you thought. And well, you hate to be right. There was about a full minute where no one came, and the second stretched as you were withstanding the horrible cold. You rang the bell another time, and out comes Juyeon.
He shoots a sultry smile at you. “Heeeey. What’s your name again, Y/n, was it?”
“Uhhuh!” You hop into the warmth of their home. “Is Sunwoo here?”
Juyeon faltered. “Uh. Uh… yeah… first door upstairs.”
That’s strange, because the first door upstairs is the one right next to the window of your room… you wondered if he ever saw you, undressing or something or the other, silhouetted by the curtains.
“Juyeon hyung?” you heard Sunwoo call out, “did you get the door?”
What could he be doing that he couldn’t get the door? When you opened it, he had his headphones on. His room smelled like Dior Men, and was actually tidy enough that it surprised you. The blinds were shut, and he was just sitting in a lamp light.
“Oh,” Sunwoo says, “it’s you.” You wondered if he still remembers your name or if it had slipped away with the effects of the champagne. Not so drunk anymore, he doesn’t fix lustful eyes at you and expect you to bend to his will. Instead, he looks… soft. But still there’s insane chemistry here, you just had to get into his bed and have him rearrange your organs from the inside.
Standing up from his chair, Sunwoo comes over to the bed, inviting you closer with a hand gesture. You inched closer.
“So,” Sunwoo says, “it’s the tomorrow your friend was talking about.”
You cocked an eyebrow. “And you still want me?”
“Baby,” Sunwoo breaths out, his lips barely moving as he said it–it was just a moan and a breath at the same time—”I want you, so fucking bad.” Maybe he was saying ‘baby’ because he couldn’t remember your name.
You take a step forwards to him, and he catches you, basically seizes you so you’re in the air with just his arms supporting you, and makes you kneel on the bed, pretty bowed stocking bending at the knee.
You’re kissing Sunwoo. He tastes like cigarettes, but also just… like him. Something bitter and addicting, like dark chocolate. Slowly, you see that his hands are inching up your pantyhose, and soon he reaches the garter, holding your stockings up. His hands kept wandering, trailing down between where the skin was exposed between the ribbons. As if he were dying for a feeling of your skin, and there was just so little of it, he was drowning in this sea of not-feeling-skin.
You know you look good, because Sunwoo can’t stop looking at you, not even just at your face—at your whole body. The way you’ve dressed makes you look like you came straight out of a holiday card… or, well, a holiday playboy shoot.
Not to mention the fact that you’re kneeled between his legs on the bed, like a pretty little doll.
Sunwoo positions you so you’re sitting, looking at him with your back against the headboard, and now he’s hiked your skirt up and spread your legs, looking inside as if it hid something so fine and precious…
Your pantyhose and garter are white, but, clearly, under the white lace, he sees your red panties, innocent but sultry. You’d taken care in dressing yourself today, not even with Kevin’s help. You were just happy you looked like any guy’s Christmas sexual fantasy right now.
Sunwoo notices the Christmas color-coding, of course. “Tis the season,” he says under his breath, and before you could protest he’s ripped the stockings apart like it’s a Christmas present he’s been waiting forever to open. You whined out, a long, emotional whine, and he chuckled.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says. His head was already buried in the soft supple skin of your thighs that the torn stockings exposed, as he continued: “def—” kiss—”fin—”kiss” —nite–ly.” To punctuate his sentence, he bites down on the skin, but once you try to move away because it hurts, he simply sucked a hickey onto it. “Cute,” he tells you. He’s feeling you up over your panties, maybe just to check if you were wet—you were, but not enough that it might soak through.
“I want you to think of me,” Sunwoo says. “Think of what you want me to do to you, and then we’ll start, okay? Lemme just get you nice and wet…” He kissed your neck with so much force you’re falling backwards into the mattress, and that had been his intention. While he kissed, the hand on your panties had moved them to the side and was now teasing your wet slit.
“I want—” you gasped as he nibbled on the skin, soft but sharp bites, “I want you to fuck me.”
You can feel Sunwoo smiling against your collarbone, but you can’t see him; your eyes are scrunched closed just feeling what he was doing to you, hands on body, body on body. One of his hands was now under your little sweater crop top, holding you steady but also touching you… in the most right way that got your knees weak.
“Is that it?” he says. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“I—ngh—”He’s sucking love bites onto your clavicle. “No, like, I want you to fuck me, I want it, hard,” you say, emphasizing the vulgarity. “I think you’re the only one that can do me so rough I cry. I want to be bruised, Sunwoo.”
You only hear Sunwoo laugh; a dry chuckle, and he’s off your skin, at least his mouth was—he’s pulled back, and you look up, just to see what he’s doing—and he’s concentrated, both hands flying to your panties—
It rips under the force of his arms, you can just see the biceps flexing as he tears them to each side. With a loud sound. The panties were limited edition, holiday patterns, ugh, but you’re about to get the greatest fuck of your life so you don’t even care anymore.
Sunwoo is silent for a moment, looking at your pretty little slit that glistens for him, and he wets his fingers before he puts them in you, two fingers, slow and tortuous finger-fucking you. You love the pornographic imagery of his two long fingers… sliding in and out.
“Mmm,” Sunwoo goes, lips pursed together as he concentrates on the feeling of you. “This isn’t going to bruise you at this rate—beg me, properly. Beg me to bruise your pretty little cunt up.”
You clench around his fingers, hoping they’ll stay in and curl up to hit you in the right spot, but it’s not enough. “I—I want to you fuck me, please!”
“Mm, not even close to good enough.”
“I want you to bruise my pussy,” you say, basically a declaration, “I want you to hurt me, I need to feel pleasure from how hard your cock is tearing my little pussy up.”
Sunwoo just cocked his head to ask for more, but you feel the fingers going faster now.
“I want you to put your hands around my neck—leave it purple and blue, the way you bite love marks on me–I want you to mark me up, please, sir.”
Sunwoo breaks into a smile. “Good girl. You know to call me that, huh?”
He retracts his fingers from your pussy; you realize it had just been for show, he didn’t intend to fuck you this way.
Sunwoo pulls off his shirt, heated in the moment, and his sweatpants are lowered, and he takes himself out of his boxers. As he readies to put it in you, kneeled at your feet, he puts the wet fingers into your mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and you went to work, tongue salaciously wrapping around his digits. It’s his spit, yours, and your slickness, all together. So lewd and dirty but hot. You realize now you like bad boys and rough fucks.
Sunwoo palmed himself getting himself ready to fuck you, “No condom,” he says. “You don’t care, do you?”
You shook your head—you should, really, but… in the moment it didn’t matter at all. Plus, you were busy sucking his fingers, cross-eyed like a hentai drawing. You wanted whatever he did to you.
Your sweater is cropped and low-necked that it gave him easy access to under your bra and your clavicle, but now it wasn’t good enough, so Sunwoo lifts the synthetic wool up, throws it over his shoulder across the room, and next he’s unhooking your bra with one hand, while the other supports him so he could tower over you with those intense eyes, lust written all over them.
Once you’re bra-free, he plays with your nipples, wetting them with his mouth and then rubbing it between his fingers until it hardens. You could feel the whole act getting him hotter and harder inside you.
You reach for your skirt, hooking your hand around the zip so you could slip it off you, but Sunwoo stops you with his hand, basically batting it away. In doing this, he grabs your hand and pins it to the side of your head.
“No, fuck,” Sunwoo cursed, “keep your little skirt on. I’m gonna fuck you like you’re a whore I don’t even want to take the time to enjoy.” It turns you on more than you could say, so you press your thighs together, mewling, and of course, he’s between your thighs, so you’re wrapping them around him. “Plus,” Sunwoo adds, “you look so cute in the fluffy little skirt.”
“I knew you’d like it,” you cooed through moans. “I wanna be your little doll, Sunwoo.”
“Fuck,” Sunwoo hisses, truly hisses, like he’s been burnt or something. “Fuuuck. Fuck you.”
You close your eyes and let him fuck you into the mattress, and you’re jumping up with every thrust from how powerful it is.
You arch your back and moan. Truly, Sunwoo must be trying to bruise your pussy, because he’s thrusting so rough and fast. Again and again, you’re crashing into each other, bones and all, and he’s just so hot and hard. You were going to be sore for days, you loved it.
“You got me—thinking of you the whole night, and all of today.” His voice would flatten out into hisses whenever he felt you all tight and warm around him, and the feeling goes to his brain rendering him unable to form words. But he continues: “I’ve been wanting to fuck you, you know that, princess? You’re a tease for keeping me waiting—yeah, you like being a tease?” He spits in your face, and you flinch. You see his bared teeth and sharp canines that have been biting you all day. “Been—thinking–of–ruining your little pussy–fuck—since last night.”
As the thrusts get more powerful, your hands rush to his shoulders to just hold onto something, and your hands fall at his biceps, nails sinking in. You gasp in pleasure, again and again, and it’s going to your head that you don’t even know how to speak, how to request anything anymore. What you do, is bring your slender fingers to your cunt, and rub your clit, just to ease the tension you felt there.
Sunwoo scoffs a small laugh. “You’re gonna be the type of slut that rubs herself while getting fucked?” He shoves your hand away, and you’re too fucked-out to say anything back. “Leave that to me,” he says breathily. “Let sir make you cum, okay?”
Now you’re getting pounded in your g-spot and having your little clit played with, you felt like screaming, but you bit down on your tongue, only letting little tortured gasps slip past your lips.
“Sunwoo,” is what you start off with when you can’t hold the sounds in any longer. “Sunwoo, Sunwoo, S—” You’re screaming, a teeth-gritted, muscles-tensed scream, hands grabbing his sheets in your fists. Sunwoo keeps rubbing your little clit, each roll on the pads of his thumb making you clench around him.
“F-fuck, you’re tight,” he swears. “Fuck, I think I’m close.”
Wordlessly, you let Sunwoo keep his fast paced thrusts into you, and every time he’s so deeply inside you, you know you’re closer than ever. It takes him to falter in pace, trembling in his knees because it was just too good, for you to finally release, pussy clenched around his cock. And Sunwoo rests for a moment, just to feel your walls spasm around him.
He’s overwhelmed by the lust, but he’s not tired. Once you’re done, he goes again, and you’re overstimulated at his point, especially from the way he’s flicking your little clit, but you don’t tell him to stop. You take everything like a good little girl.
“Where do you want my cum, hmm?” Sunwoo rasps, his deep voice hot against your ears. “Tell me, little princess.”
“Not in me!” you moaned out. “Please, outside—outside, on my thighs, on my stomach—!”
With a groan, Sunwoo pulls out, cock leaking already, and spills all over your stomach. For a while, all you hear are his tortured little groans—he wouldn’t make any sound louder than that, suppressing himself—and all you feel is him, even if his cock wasn’t exactly in you anymore.
Sunwoo gathers himself for a while, hovering over you with just his arms holding him up, You see beads of sweat form around his forehead, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, as he bites down to control the rest of him.
Before you can ask what he wants to do next, he grabs your shoulders, turning you around on your stomach. You like him when he handles you like a ragdoll, so you plop down without resistance.
“I wanna try that pretty little ass.” Sunwoo’s fingers are now buried in your hair, and he grabs a fistful just to yank it back. You gasp with the pain, but then, this is what you wanted, and it hurts so good.
He bunches up pieces of your ripped stockings and your ripped panties, and shoves them into your mouth, rather harshly and carelessly, just to make sure they go past your teeth. It’s uncomfortable and it smells like your skin, but you do everything he tells you.
“Bite down,” he ordered, “it might be a little painful.” You brace yourself, and you’re biting down, canines against cloth, before the pain even comes. And it does come.
Out in the garage, Changmin stands with a customer who had a bike problem. They’d been fidgeting with the tools for a while, standing around and starting the engines again. Suddenly the customer erects his head, looking around. “Did you hear that?” he asks. “It sounds like someone’s crying.”
“Oh, it's just the house wailing when northern winds blow,” Changmin says. “This time I think the neighbors’ house is doing it, too.”
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tbzxnight · 1 year
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relax, let's do it
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warning: nsfw, contains smut, sex in the studio.
You make your way through the security gates, tapping your ID on the card reader, and stop in front of the elevators. It was past midnight, so the lobby is deserted save for a security guard at the front desk, who was currently off in dreamland and not really guarding anything, other than his beauty, at the moment. You're visiting your boyfriend at his studio in the company headquarters; Sunwoo's been working late most nights recently so tonight, you decided to bring him over some dinner. Truth be told, you actually have an ulterior motive. With him being away so much, you've been feeling even more horny than usual, so during this visit, you were hoping to get lucky.
As you step off the elevator onto the floor his studio is on, you can already hear the faint sound of R&B music flowing from the end of the hall. Sunwoo is rapping some of his signature sexy lyrics as you go to knock on his door. You hear some shuffling before the door opens to reveal Sunwoo's tall, slender frame in an old black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His messy dark locks fall over his smiling eyes as he bends down to kiss you on the cheek, "What are you doing here, baby? " You hug him tightly around the waist, "Oh you know, I thought I'd surprise you with some food."
"Well, aren't you a sweetheart? " Sunwoo laughs, looking a bit stressed, but happy to see you. You look at him with a glint in your eye and raise your eyebrows. You move closer to him, hands on his shoulders, and whisper in his ear, "So, you're saying I deserve a present? " This makes him grin widely; he grabs the back of your neck and brings you up for a long, passionate kiss that leaves you feeling dizzy. Breaking the kiss, he sits back down on his chair and pulls you so you're straddling his lap. He kisses the exposed skin on your neck and chest, leaving small love bites all over.
Needing more, he guides your hips to grind down on his already semi-hard erection, you feel a rush of wetness straight to your core when Sunwoo moans against your neck. It feels so good, you subconsciously start rolling your hips on your own, letting out a startled moan when he starts to grind up into you. You’re so lost in the lust, the pleasure intensified because you’ve been sex-deprived for so long. You're already close to your peak, but you didn’t want to cum like this. Gathering all your willpower, you still your hips and lift yourself off Sunwoo’s lap.
He lets out a whine at the loss, riled up from being starved of sex for so long too. “Babe, I thought we’d try something special today,” you say, taking his hand and leading him to the recording room. Sunwoo looks confused, tilting his head to the side slightly to show he was also intrigued, letting you drag him into the booth. Once inside with the door closed, you lean against the glass door and pull him in again, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His arms wrap around you and rest on the small of your back like it was second nature, giving you a peck on the lips. “I get it, you like the acoustics in here, huh, my baby girl? ” He smirks smugly. Damn, he knew you well.
He runs his hands up and down your back, stopping on your ass to squeeze hard over your dress. You let out a gasp, looking at him through your lashes. Clearly in a hurry, he quickly takes off your dress, groaning when he notices you weren’t wearing any panties. Too transfixed on your lack of underwear to do so himself, you help him remove his clothes as he wets his fingers with his mouth and reaches down to rub up your slit and circles on your clit roughly. You jerk and whine, ready to complain about him teasing you at a time like this, when he turns you around unexpectedly so your front is pressed up against the glass door of the booth.
He spanks you hard, once, twice, dragging a loud moan out of you that echoed throughout the booth. You wriggle your ass impatiently, indicating how urgently you needed him to be inside of you. Sunwoo leans you forward so your ass juts out and slides his erection through your folds before thrusting into you entirely; you both groan at the feeling. He starts off thrusting into you slowly, taking his sweet time, bending you down by the neck even more for easier (and deeper) access. His fingers indent on your hips, coaxing your ass back into him, arching your spine so beautifully. Your panting breaths steaming up the window.
As his thrusts start to pick up speed, you turn your head to look back at him and clench around him when you see the sweat drip down his gorgeous tan neck as he focuses on giving you the utmost pleasure. Both of your moans reverb through the room as he holds you by the hips, steady so he could fuck as hard and deep as he wanted to, which just so happened to be very. When he meets eyes with you, he reaches for your hair and pulls your back flush against his chest, shuffling you both forward up against the glass door. "How about being fucked like this, baby? " He growls into your ear, now fucking up into you as you let out a strangled moan.
His hand wraps around your waist as the other slides over your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud as he peppers your neck with hot kisses. "Ugh, fuck yes! " You yelled out, your hand reaching behind you to grip his hair, whimpering when you feel the knot tightening in your stomach. You moan out curses when he pinches your clit, still pumping up into you at a ferocious pace, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. "That's it, baby, cum for me, don't you dare hold back," he growls lowly in your ear. You cry out loud when he slaps your clit, biting your bottom lip.
His free hand grabs your chin and forces your face around to hungrily press his lips over yours, increasing the pistoning speed of his hips. He starts to rub your clit in a delicious sync with his thrusts, the pleasure building up inside you until it washes over you in waves. Moaning out Sunwoo's name, which echoes through the room like a symphony, you tremble in his arms as he fucks you through your release. As you come down from your high, his breathing gets heavier as he gets closer to his climax. “Fuck, I’m going to come, babe,” he breathes, “Get on your knees now.”
🖤
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i see you write for the boyz. i read this one fic (can’t fucking find it anymore fml) but it was virgin eric and as soon as the reader put his cock in, he came 😵‍💫 and it was the hottest shit ive ever read. can you elaborate on virgin eric who cums too quickly pls?? need it bad
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virgin!eric who always gets too excited when things get more intense between you both, letting his hands trail over your body getting lost in the intoxicating smell of your perfume as you are so close to him.
virgin!eric who gets drunk on the way your cunt feels around him as you ride his cock holding onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. Holding back moans with every roll of your hips trying his best not to cum too early.
virgin!eric who cries every time he cums inside of you, holding back the tears from falling down his cheeks as he rode out his high. The room filling up with the sound of his deep groans as he paints your walls white with ribbons of cum.
virgin!eric who feels guilty when you don't cum first so he overstimulates himself until he has you clenching around his length shaking from an orgasm. The tears may be streaming down his cheeks but you are his main priority, you are always number 1 in his books.
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snowflakewhispers · 21 days
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Acts of Service
Pairing: Mafia boss Hyunjae x mob wife reader
Synopsis: Behind every powerful man is a much more powerful woman, and tonight, Hyunjae wants to make sure that you’re treated as such. 
Warnings:  profanities, Hyunjae is referred to as Jaehyun, mentions of violence, mention of guns, mentions of a knife, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, blood (don’t worry, it’s someone else’s), oral sex (f! receiving), one spank, fingering, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, wall sex, marking, hair-pulling (m! receiving), they end up doing it on the floor too because they’re sick and fucking twisted. 
Word Count: 4.4k
Network(s): @deoboyznet
A/N: This is not an accurate depiction of the individual(s) mentioned and is entirely fictional. Also, if I failed to mention any other content warnings, please let me know!!
“Welcome home, sir.”
Jaehyun nods curtly at the butler as the doors shut behind him, taking quick strides through the mansion and paying no mind to the way the rest of the staff disperse with their heads lowered. He shrugs his coat off, handing it to a maid in the foyer before making his way up the stairs, and he wonders if he’ll be sleeping alone again tonight. 
While he meticulously oversaw the day-to-day operations of his men, it was just about impossible to keep tabs on you- his own wife. Because, unlike other mob wives who anxiously paced about in their homes and waited on their husbands’ return, you craved risk and you’d do anything to have your fun and get the things you want. 
Sometimes, you’d just disappear, setting off on some mission without so much as leaving a note about where you’re headed, what you plan to do, or how long you’ll be gone. Such events would normally have other domineering mafia heads enraged at their wives’ refusal to be controlled.
But before Jaehyun could panic and send his men out to find you, he’d suddenly receive news that the man he’d been after for weeks had been dragged out of hiding, and that he was paid what he was owed. Then, you’d be back in his arms without a scratch, with a look of love and adoration replacing the bloodlust in your eyes while the both of you took your time to express how much you missed each other in a way that made you feel filthier than the business you tended to. 
Jaehyun has never been too bothered by your little adventures- no matter how long you were gone for, you’d always come back to him- but that didn’t mean that he didn’t long to have you by his side. 
He reaches the top of the stairs, thinking of heading towards your shared bedroom but he halts just as he passes the doors to his study, his gut telling him that the room wasn’t empty. His staff knew better than to go about snooping in his sacred space, too fearful to even find out what the consequences might be if they dared. Jaehyun turns on his heel, briefly pressing his ear against the door before drawing his pistol from its holster. 
The man cocks his gun, resting a finger on the trigger, and not sparing a moment, he bursts through the doors. He raises the pistol, ready to fire at his intruder, but the bullet doesn’t leave the barrel and his grip loosens as soon as he takes in the sight before him. 
Across the room, you’re slouched in his chair, legs stretched out with your heel-clad feet rested on his desk while you swirl a glass of scotch in your hand. He notices that you’re bedazzled in some of your finer jewellery and draped in the burgundy satin gown he had tailored for you about a month ago, the high slit revealing the weapon strapped to your upper thigh, and Jaehyun thinks that you look far too divine to be doing the things you do.
“Drop the gun, babe,” you purr, “it’s only me.”
His heart skips a beat as he lowers his weapon, likening you to a queen awaiting the arrival of her king, and he locks the door behind him. Alone, at last.  
You rise from your seat, rounding the desk and sauntering towards him, the scotch still swirling within the glass in your hand. 
“Welcome home.” 
“Took the words right out of my mouth,” he sighs with a look of adoration etched on his face.  
He strides towards you, cupping the side of your face and smirking as he thumbs over the dried blood on your cheekbone. Truly loving men would usually fret over seeing bloodstains on the faces of their wives, but Jaehyun isn’t worried. He knows that the blood on your face isn’t yours. 
“Well, if it isn’t my pretty wife in the flesh,” he mutters, snaking an arm around your waist and tugging you towards him, “what kind of trouble did you stir up while you were away, my lady?”
You raise your glass to his lips and watch as he takes a swig of the amber liquid while you set his pistol on the mantle beside you, proceeding to fiddle with his unbuttoned collar. Setting the glass aside as well, you hook your finger into his collar to pull him in a little, planting a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Crashed a gala and had a little chat with what’s his name- Yoojung? Anyway, he’ll have your shipment in by the end of the week. I was a little more forgiving with this one.” 
He takes your hand into his, wiping the blood off the emerald on your finger before lifting your hand to his lips and planting a kiss on your knuckles in appreciation. “You didn’t have to do that- I would’ve dealt with him myself.” 
“Oh please,” you scoff with a roll of your eyes, “you know for a fact that I’m far better at your job than you are.” 
You giggle when he nips at the shell of your ear in warning, and you gasp when he lands a playful smack on the swell of your ass before grasping the flesh through the satin. “Little minx.”
You press your chest up against his, delighting in the way he tries to suppress a groan. “I know you’ll admit it one day,” you quip, slinking your arms around Jaehyun’s neck. “Besides, whether you ask or not, I’d do anything for you, my love.”
He presses you against the mahogany desk, searing his lips into the juncture of your neck and shoulder before he kneels at your feet. “Anything?” he asks.
You reply with a hum as Jaehyun slides his hand up your calf, resting his hand on the back of your knee while the fingers of his other hand toy with the straps of your heels, undoing the clasps and guiding you to step out of them. “If I asked you to kill one of my men with your bare hands, would you do it?”
It’s a request that might be far too grotesque for others to comprehend, but you peer down at your husband and reply, your voice confident and unwavering. “You know that I would.”
He trails his fingertips over the exposed skin of your thigh, unstrapping your holster and removing your revolver. “If I asked you to confront our most dangerous enemies unarmed, would you do it?” He slides his hand to your inner thigh and squeezes gently, and you gasp softly, giggling before you respond. “Without question.”
He stands, grabbing the back of your thighs, hoisting you onto his desk and moves to stand between your parted legs, crashing his lips against yours, making sure to take your bottom lip between his teeth just the way you like. “And,” he adds in a hushed, more serious tone, resting his hand on your belly and looking into your eyes with brewing desperation and desire, “if I asked you to carry the future of this family, would you?
Anxiety begins to creep in as he waits for your reply. He knows how much you would hate having to conform to societal expectations. As powerful as he was, Jaehyun would never force you to retire your devious ways, but deep down, he hopes that you share the same desire.   
You sigh dreamily, tilting your husband’s chin towards you with a manicured finger and leaning forward to whisper into his ear, “Oh, honey… You know that I absolutely will.” 
A low growl rumbles in Jaehyun’s chest as he grabs your chin and twists your head towards him, locking his lips with yours in a ferocious kiss. He slips the straps of your dress over your shoulders and the cowl neck sinks to reveal more of your chest, inviting Jaehyun to mark the skin with blemishes which rivalled the crimson liquid splattered on your skin, and his grip on you tightens when he realises that you had decided to go braless while toying with your latest victim.  
“My pretty wife just loves playing dirty, huh?” he rasps, littering your chest with his mark and holding you tighter against him. 
“You love it, though,” you gasp, and Jaehyun can hardly object.  
He kneels again, spreading your legs further apart and pushing the skirt of your dress out of the way. He leans back on his heels, inhaling sharply and his mouth waters at the sight of the drenched lace between your thighs. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a switchblade, and you watch with bated breath as he glides the knife along your skin and twists it under the waistband of your underwear, cutting through the thin material. Once he tears the flimsy fabric off and tosses his blade aside, Jaehyun lets out a groan at the sight of your exposed folds, spreading your lower lips with his thumbs and cursing under his breath. 
He shoots you a final look, his eyes darkened with hunger and lust. “Just as you’d do anything for me,” he breathes, inching closer to your dripping core and keeping his eyes on yours, “I’d do everything for you.”
With that, Jaehyun dives into your heat, dragging his tongue over the entirety of your core and your back arches instantly, the mind-numbing pleasure already in effect. 
No matter how gentle or rough he sets out to be, Jaehyun always finds a way to make it messy- he’s alternating between kitten licks on your clit and fucking you open with his tongue as if he’d been starved for days- and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Soon enough, his study is filled with sounds of panting, soft moans, and the obscene sounds of him getting drunk on your taste. 
“So sweet,” he moans, and you can only mewl in response. 
His fingers knead at the flesh of your thighs, leaving handprints in his wake and he pushes himself harder against you, lapping at your cunt with more fervour and nudging your swollen clit with the tip of his nose, humming into your cunt when he feels you going insane above him.  
You rest your weight back on your elbows, your hooded eyes focused on the sight of your husband losing himself between your thighs and you reach an arm out to tangle your fingers in the strands of his hair. He groans into your cunt when you lightly tug at his roots, opting to suck your clit between his lips and bring two of his fingers to your entrance. He teases your folds with his fingertips, coating them in your fluids before sliding them into you, moaning into you without restraint when your walls welcome his fingers with a squeeze. The vibrations against your clit have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your thighs quivering around your husband’s head. 
“Don’t stop, honey…” you keen, and letting you down is the last thing that Jaehyun would ever want to do. 
The way he’s sucking your bundle of nerves and  working his fingers into you has you speeding towards your high- he’s pushing them in til they’re knuckle-deep, dragging wonderfully along your walls, and your breathing gets more rapid when he adds a third and starts to curl them upwards, and it’s more than enough to have his name leaving your lips in a shrill cry as you spill onto his tongue and fingers. 
Nearly breathless, you try to recover from the pleasure but it keeps coming, and with the way Jaehyun grips your hip with his spare hand to anchor you to his torment, you know that it’s not ending anytime soon. Not that it’s a problem, though, because you’re always ready for anything that your husband has in store for you. 
“Again, my pretty wife.”
Quiet moans of satisfaction turn into desperate and uncontrollable cries, and you’re struggling to keep yourself spread open as Jaehyun devours you. Keeping a hand tangled in Jaehyun’s hair, you reach an arm over your head, clinging to the edge of the desk for dear life as the knot in your stomach tightens further, your vision blurred by the tears collecting on your lashes  
He takes your left hand from his hair, intertwining his fingers with yours and thumbing over your ring, and your heart swells at the act of intimacy amidst his attempts to make you weak for him. 
Jaehyun’s aching, his cock is straining against the confines of his slacks, but he can’t bring himself to stop, not when you’re like this- so sweet, so alluring, and so diabolically sexy. Enveloping your clit in his lips again, he continues to suckle at the swollen bud, the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you intensifies, and he relishes in the constant stream of high-pitched whines tumbling from your parted lips. 
With a final thrust of his fingers against the spot that had your toes curling, a shout rips from your throat, your thighs spasm and tears begin to fall freely from the corners of your eyes. Jaehyun doesn’t pull away yet- he helps you ride out your high and it’s so difficult to pull away from you when he’s addicted to your taste and it feels like your tight little cunt won’t let his fingers leave. 
He laves at the traces of your second orgasm, planting a final kiss to the fleshy pearl between your folds before he gets on his feet, rushing to get air back into his lungs while his tongue pokes out to lick at the essence on the corners of his mouth. 
You sit up, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt once more and you pull him in to have his lips collide with yours, not caring that you can taste yourself on his tongue. 
“You’re shaking,” he remarks. He shudders when you peck the corner of his mouth and whisper, “ ‘cause you’re the only one I’ll ever be weak for.”
Jaehyun doesn’t want to pull away, but he has to. Taking a step back, Jaehyun tears his shirt off, maintaining eye contact with you as he bites his lip and undoes the buckle of his belt. The warm lighting makes his body even more tempting, and you can’t help but lean forward and reach out to slide your left hand over his defined abs. He shivers at the sensation of the cool metal of your wedding ring against his skin and lets out a breathless moan. “Don’t tease me, my darling.”
He pulls his cock from the constraints of his briefs and slacks, letting it slap against his stomach and your mouth waters at the sight of it.    
His eyes feast upon your form, feeling his arousal grow tenfold at how debauched you look in your ruined satin, the diamonds he gifted you, and the blemishes on your throat and chest.  
Laying a hand on the small of your back and cradling the back of your head with the other, he lays you fully onto his desk, sweeping some objects out of the way and he pays no mind to the way they clatter and make a mess on the floor. He’s fully leaning over you now, swallowing your whimpers as he teases your dripping folds with the throbbing  head of his cock. 
His hand leaves your waist and he grabs the back of your knee, pushing your leg up and letting it rest on his shoulder. Lining himself with your folds, his eyes burn into yours, taking in the way they widen briefly before scrunching completely shut in pleasure when he sheathes the reddened tip within you, pushing in until there’s no room for him to move. 
With shaky breaths, he pulls back until it’s only the tip that’s buried within you. “Ready, my darling?” he rasps. 
You reach your hands out, sliding them over his pectorals before resting them on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin slightly. “Always.”
With that, his hips surge forward, sheathing the remainder of his impressive length within you, the sound of skin slapping drowned out by the guttural moans that tear from the both of you. 
“Fuck… S-Shit…” 
At first, Jaehyun thinks about taking it slow- taking his time with you as he fills you up with his seed and tethering you to him forever- but the moment he locks eyes with your desperate, lust-filled ones, he abandons all composure. He starts off strong, hungry eyes trained on the way your blemished breasts bounce with each frenzied thrust, panting as he willingly lets his cock suffocate within the tight walls of your cunt. 
“Missed you so much… this cunt… this body… this beautiful face… that sinful mind of yours- oh god…” 
Your husband buries his face into the crook of your neck, mouthing at the skin and nipping at your collarbones. 
“Need you with me… always…” 
He drives his cock into you with heightened ferocity, dead set on filling you up as if he’d never get another chance. He relishes in the way you claw into the skin of his shoulders and rake them down his back, and he can’t help but let out a loud groan. “Not holding back tonight, I see,” you tease, barely managing to utter your words between your moans, “trying to let the entire world know that they’re about to have more problems to deal with?” 
“Love- fuck… love how wicked you are for me…” he grunts, “need to fill you with our kids…” He gets more desperate by the second, gripping the satin of your dress and tearing it at the seams, and Jaehyun watches as the fabric slides off your skin and reveals your naked, debauched form. 
“I long for nothing else, Jaehyun,” you whine, hooking your other leg around his waist and pulling him closer. 
“Oh, is that right, little minx?” he coos, his thumb wiping at the sweat gathering on your temple and swiping it over the dried blood on your cheek, “wanna be a mommy?” A particularly sharp thrust makes you gasp and tighten your grip on his shoulders, then you let out a dazed hum in response. “Mhm…”
“But how would you go running around and having your fun, babe? Paying our enemies surprise visits, leaving them battered and bruised… they won’t let that slide so easily- can’t have anyone going after what’s ours, no? Won’t you miss it?”
A laugh rips from your throat, and you crane your neck to tug at the shell of his ear with your teeth and whisper, “we’ll just have to leave it to the boys to get their act together while we teach the little ones to be just as wicked as their mommy- we need more diabolical minds like mine in the world, don’t you think?”
You hear him snarl as his thrusts come to an abrupt halt. He grabs your ankles, yanking you to him, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Jaehyun reaches down to grip your ass with both hands and lift you off his desk, proceeding to carry you away and pin you against the wall, allowing no time to waste as he resumes his lethal thrusts. When you lock your ankles behind his back and clench around him sporadically, your husband curses loudly, resisting the urge to let his hips falter while his head falls forward to litter more of his searing kisses all over your chest.The new position is so incredibly vulgar, and with the way he’s trying to split you into two, you could collapse in his arms right there and then.  
“Fuck… gonna give you everything…”
You don’t mind the burning stretch in your thighs or the uncomfortable friction between your bare back and the panelling of the wall, too focused on the way your husband fills you completely with each buck of his hips. He fills you up so well and there’s absolutely no way the crown of his shaft isn’t kissing your cervix. 
Groans and cries resound throughout the room with every slam of his hips against yours, and his gaze on you intensifies along with his urgent need to care for you and give you everything he’s got and secure the future that he wants for the both of you. 
“Take me… take all of me… fuck!” 
Your third orgasm of the evening rocks through you, and the sporadic clenching of your walls on his cock sends Jaehyun reeling from his own high. Jaehyun’s hips stutter forward, pressing flush against yours while you mewl and cling to him as the both of you fall over the edge together. Your head falls forward against his shoulder while he keeps you pinned to the wall and spills his cum into you. 
You’re clenching around him so tightly that he feels it’s almost impossible to move, and it’s taking everything in him to not sink to his knees right there and then, but he knows that he’s far from finished. Despite what he’s subjecting you to tonight, Jaehyun has no intention of stopping until he’s sure that he’s put his heir inside of you. 
“Can’t let you go just yet, little minx.”
Still pulsing within you, he begins to build his momentum again, thrusting shallowly before burying himself to the hilt at a pace that consumes your mind far too quickly. You feel a little lightheaded, but you’ll never get enough of your husband’s cock. But luckily for you, Jaehyun is just as insatiable. Besides, if you were going to do anything for the head of the mafia, you had to be thorough. 
He fucks you with renewed determination, grunts and growls escaping through gritted teeth as he pushes himself to fuck you full. Your husband holds you tighter, moving away from the wall and keeping you in his arms with surprising strength as he drills into you. 
Your moans are on the verge of bleeding into screams as it gets even tougher to cope with the overwhelming pleasure, but you continue to cling to him and uncontrollably grind against him. 
“Mm- shit… ��m not gonna last like this,” he grunts, ceasing the movement of his hips and holding you tight. 
He wraps his arms around you securely, kneeling to the floor and laying you down onto the persian rug with his throbbing length still buried inside of you, then he throws your legs over his shoulders and leans down to capture your swollen lips in yet another passionate kiss. When Jaehyun pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. Despite how dazed and fucked out you are, you blink your tears away, and you don’t fail to focus your eyes on his.  
When he catches his breath, he plants his hands into the carpet on either side of your head, drawing his hips back and pushing forward to resume driving you past the point of insanity and reaching impossibly deep within you. He’s locked, loaded, and ready to shoot his seed into you once again. 
The idea of carrying something so fragile should scare you, nonetheless, it excites you. Your heart beats much harder knowing how much Jaehyun trusts you, along with his ever-growing desire to have you tied to him till the end of your days. You think to yourself that of all the missions you have set out on for your husband, this might be the most important one yet, and you swear that you’ll accomplish it, no matter how many tries it takes. 
Reaching for him, you trap him within your embrace, raising a hand to tilt his chin up to face you and stare straight into his eyes, knowing he’ll tell you everything you need to hear.   
“Wanna put your heirs inside of me?” you gasp. 
“Desperately.” He hisses. 
With a hum, your hands snake from his shoulders and your fingers thread themselves in his hair again. “You’ll protect them?” 
“With everything I am,” he strains, emphasising his words with sharp drops of his hips against yours, and the sound of your skin slapping is almost dizzying. 
“Would you kill for them?” you add, pulling at the roots of his hair and delighting in the way he groans. 
“If it’s the last thing I do,” he rasps, and you lean in to ghost your lips over the skin of his neck. 
“Would you sacrifice everything for them if you had to?”
“For them… for you… I will… You know I fucking will- oh!” 
Skilled hips slam into yours one last time, hard, deep, and the both of you hang on to each other so tightly as the final onslaught of pleasure crashes into you like a tidal wave. Your entire body spasms, every single nerve set ablaze, and flashes of white dance beneath your eyelids. The intensity of his climax makes Jaehyun’s seed come in currents, and he stays pressed inside of you, unwilling to let any of his seed spill out and go to waste. 
Still sheathed within your ruined walls, Jaehyun recovers from his high, burying his face into the crook of your neck and leaving gentle pecks as he guides you from your climax. He relaxes against you, laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat as it slows and sighing at the fact that he’s the only person that your heart will beat for, with the exception of others who have yet to arrive. 
“Take me to bed, love,” you murmur, your lashes fluttering as you give into exhaustion. 
“Anything for you, my queen,” he whispers. He lifts himself off of you, gathering you in his arms, rising to his feet and heading out of his study and into the deserted hallway. 
As he carries you to your shared bedroom, Jaehyun peers at you with sheer admiration and affection. Tonight, you’ve shown him just how far you’re willing to go for him, and soon enough, proof of your devotion to each other will grow right before his eyes. 
He won’t lie, he’s fearful of what the future might bring, but it’s not a problem when you’re here with him to figure it out together. 
And for as long as you place your trust in him so fearlessly, he’s more than ready to go above and beyond to give you the world and more.
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cheonsafics · 10 months
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I like you too
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pairing. best friend!sunwoo x f!reader
genre. smut, slight angst + jealousy, a bit fluff
summary. it’s been a while since sunwoo developed a little crush on his best friend – you. but how is he supposed to make a move when you’re too busy going out almost every weekend and sleep with guys that aren’t him?
warnings. mild swearing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, mentions of alcohol/drinking, praise, friends to lovers
authors note. my first ever fanfic! thanks to @haechnlovely for requesting, i hope you like it! have fun reading and let me know what you think. :)
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you’ve known sunwoo ever since the two of you met in elementary school. the curly haired boy was fun to be around, always a joke on his lips. it was just so easy to hang out with him. you never had to dress up nicely or put on makeup, even if he genuinely enjoyed to watch you get ready for a night out. but there was just something about your beautiful bare face and hair losely tied up in a messy bun that made him weak in the knees. the different guys you hooked up with were lucky bastards and every time you brought one of them home, sunwoo felt this heart-clenching sorrow deep inside of him. was it.. jealousy?
the two of you lived together for about a year now and during that time, sunwoo never introduced you to a girl, let alone brought one to your shared apartment. it was strange, really. the boy was blessed with handsome features – big, round eyes, pouty (and very kissable) lips, dark locks resting on his forehead. maybe he just didn’t want to date? or hook up? almost impossible, at least that’s what you thought. the girls were after him for sure, yet sunwoo decided to not fuck them in one of those shady clubs you knew too well.
your delicate fingers rummaged around in the little drawer of your desk, looking for a specific type of eyeshadow. the one sunwoo bought as a gift for your birthday last year. you truly had no idea how he managed to pick your favorite color and brand at the same time. “i picked this one because it emphasizes your stunning hazel eyes.” sunwoo’s words still rang in your ears like a catchy tune. he was a good guy and maybe an even better.. boyfriend? the thought made you release a frustrated sigh, if only things were different. you finally found what you’ve been looking for, gently applying the glittery eyeshadow with your index finger.
too caught up in your own actions, you didn’t notice a familiar figure leaning in the doorway, watching in curiosity. “wow, look at you.” sunwoo’s deep voice echoed through the room, a satisfied grin plastered to his disgustingly handsome face. that fucker. “sunwoo...” you let out in a whine “i told you to knock before speaking up. you always watch me in silence, creep.” you said with a hint of humor, shooting the boy a teasing smirk. sunwoo rolled his eyes in a playful manner, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
“hey, do you want me to come with you? you know, for the extra fun?” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, dark orbs glued to your petite frame on the floor. you looked absolutely magnificent in that dress and the male couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like from behind, bunched up at your waist, as he pounded into you.
“huh? are you for real? i mean, sure. but please wear something..” your eyes darted down to the grey sweatpants hanging losely on his hips “..appropriate. or they won’t let us in.” you quickly adverted your gaze, otherwise this would’ve been very embarrassing for you and the ultimate ego boost for sunwoo.
“okay, boss. as you wish.” famous last words before he magically vanished, picking an outfit. as much as you loved your best friend, there was this.. tension. you blamed it on your sex deprived ass because during the entire friendship, sexual fantasies of sunwoo never crossed your mind. okay, maybe once. or twice.
it took another five minutes to complete your makeup, standing proudly in front of the mirror, eyes taking in your fully dressed up appearance. it was simple yet chic, sunwoo’s favorite combination.
speaking of the devil, he found his way back to your room and the sight let your jaw fell slack. dark hair pushed back neatly to expose his forehead, black dress pants clinging to his long legs and a white button up shirt doing nothing to hide the slender waist he usually kept well hidden underneath all the oversized clothing.
you were genuinely flabbergasted by the visuals of the man in front of you, perfectly plucked eyebrows raised as you continued to stare nonchalantly. “cat got your tongue?” sunwoo broke the silence, a confident smirk tugging at the corners of his plush lips. asshole.
“i can’t let you walk around like this. unless you finally take a girl home.” you gestured towards his outfit, still taken aback by the boys pretty frame. life was unfair.
“come on, y/n. you know damn well i don’t collect women like pokémon. i think you try to pass your sexual frustration onto me, huh?” his words made you choke on air, a light shade of pink decorating your cheeks. you wanted sunwoo to live life to the fullest and enjoy himself. and in your philosophy of life, it included having sex.
“don’t make me sound like some sort of sex addict just because you don’t get laid, sunwoo. it’s not my fault you’ve been living like a nun for the past year of us living together. you’re annoying.” you blurted out, overwhelmed by the intense emotions you suddenly felt. the two of you rarely had fights, only a few disagreements here and there.
sunwoo didn’t quite believe his ears at your choice of words. he was annoying? “okay, wow. ever thought i simply don’t want to sleep with some stranger i just met at some shady club? not everyone is like you, ready to jump into bed with someone they’ve known for twenty minutes. there are people who actually want to remember the previous night and not wake up, wondering who the fuck lays next to them.”
you felt a little sting in your heart at his harsh tone, anger replaced by sadness. “wow, that’s how you really think of me? fuck off, sunwoo. you just completely ruined the night for me. leave.” you muttered quietly, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.
“of course you just tell me to fuck off. that’s how you deal with problems, right? avoid them until they hopefully go away. you have no idea how jealous i get whenever i hear your moans at night, screaming someone elses name. you’re too busy fucking around you don’t even notice the way i remember every little detail – how you like your coffee in the morning, your favorite color, the flowers you like the most.” his voice got painfully quiet, eyes practically boring holes into the back of your head. the boy stood in the middle of your room, jaw clenched tightly. but before you were able to answer, he turned on his heels and left.
you stared in disbelief at the floor, unable to form a coherent thought. did your long term best friend just confess his love to you? what were you supposed to do?
as much as you wanted to get batshit drunk with your friends right now, you decided to stay at home and drown your sorrows in a bottle of champagne. all alone. in your room. your feet carried you to sunwoo’s door as the alcohol finally started to get into your system, knocking quietly. “s-sun? i’m so, so sorry about earlier.. please, c.. can we talk?” the words left your mouth like a waterfall, nails scratching slightly on the wooden surface as you waited for a response.
no noise was to be heard, not even the clicking of sunwoo’s mechanical keyboard. dead silence. your hand wandered to the door handle, slowly pushing it down to enter his room. it was pitch black, lights turned off, curtains closed. your eyes adjusted to the dark, slowly making out the brown haired boy on the edge of his bed, huge palms covering his face.
you carefully approached his large figure, dropping to your knees in front of his spread legs. “hey, i’m so sorry about what i’ve said earlier.. y-you can do whatever you want, sorry for making fun of you for not having sex, i wish i–” your apology was cut off by sunwoo’s hands reaching for your face, pulling you up to meet his puffy lips in a heated kiss. a surprised noise slipped out of your mouth, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
the male pulled away for a split second, searching for any sort of discomfort on your face. “fuck, sorry, is this okay?” a questioning look lingered on his face, ready to stop at any given moment. your gazes locked, heat slowly rushing to your core. “more than okay, please don’t stop..” you let out in a faint whisper, grinding on his growing erection.
sunwoo hissed at the contact of your barely clothed cunt rubbing deliciously over the fabric of his pants, neatly cut nails digging into your sides to calm himself down. easy. it’s just.. he didn’t touch a female in over a year. and the fact that you sat in his lap made him insanely nervous.
the friction of his hard cock sent you straight to heaven, mindlessly rolling your hips into his as you slowly started to approach your high. it was almost embarrassing but you didn’t really care. sunwoo studied your facial expressions and he knew how close you were, judging by the way your eyes fluttered shut and breathing got uneven.
“fuck, are you about to come already, pretty girl?” his baritone voice went straight to your core, goose bumps forming on your bare arms. you desperately chased your high but a pair of huge hands suddenly stopped your movements. “i have to be inside of you, otherwise this will be embarrassing for me.”
he flashed a crooked smile, easily flipping you over so your body laid flat on his king sized bed. his slender fingers nervously worked on the zipper of his dress pants, pulling them down to his ankles hastily. the outline of his cock was undoubtedly impressive, perfect girth and length.
you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching with hooded eyes as he continued to remove the rest of his clothing, leaving him desperate and naked. his erection stood proudly against his abdomen, precum leaking from the sensitive tip. the sight made your mouth water, panties already drenched at this point.
sunwoo’s gaze fell in between your opened legs, groaning animalistically as he noticed the dark patch on the thin fabric. he wasted no time and crawled onto the mattress, placing himself between your legs before he laid down on his stomach. “so, so fucking pretty. all for me?” your best friend growled as he dragged his index finger along your swollen slit, pulling the annoying piece of clothing to the side.
you whimpered at his praise, inhaling sharply the second you felt him push your panties out of the way. “sunwoo, please..” was all you managed to get out, mind too clouded with lust and desire.
your reaction made him chuckle in amusement, craning his head to have better access to your glistening core. he experimentally sucked on your throbbing clit, earning him a high pitched moan. sunwoo continued the abuse on your folds, index and middle finger sliding into you with ease.
“so wet already, oh my.” he pointed out, more to himself, pistoning his long digits in and out of you. his harsh movements made you throw your head back against the pillows, involuntarily clenching your walls around his fingers as he reached the spongy spot deep inside of you. “come for me, pretty girl. let go.”
his encouraging words made you let out a muffled whine, your vision blurry as you finally entered the gates to heaven. you let go, releasing your sweet juices all over his fingers and mouth. your orgasm hit you like a truck and sunwoo fucked you right through it.
he hummed lowly as you finally came, making sure to clean you up properly before he got up to sit on his knees. his cock was painfully hard, a hand coming up to stroke himself teasingly slow. “sunwoo..” you whispered his name, your chest rising and falling rapidly. you looked like an absolute mess – makeup completely ruined, the dress only covering one last inch of your body.
“i want you so bad, y/n...” he breathed out, reaching over to fumble a condom out of his drawer, quickly sliding it on. he leaned back down, aligning himself with your entrance. “is this still okay?” he asked once again and you just nodded without hesitation, gaze dropping to where the two of you were about to connect.
sunwoo took a deep breath and pushed in, your snuck walls immediately tightening around his cock. you moaned softly as he finally entered you, stretching you oh so deliciously. he felt amazing. “keep going, please.” you begged quietly, wrapping your legs around his waist to push him closer.
the action made you groan in unison and sunwoo started to pick up the pace, fucking into you like there was no tomorrow. the silent room was filled with heavy pants and soft praises. one of his hands slid down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles while he continued to thrust, determined to make you release for a second time.
his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves made you see stars, nails desperately clawing at sunwoo’s bare back. he didn’t plan on slowing down but his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating how close he was. “sunwoo, right there, oh my god.” you spat out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. his cock twitched inside of you, movements suddenly coming to an halt.
“fuck, your pussy just feels too good. can i..?” he let out in barely a whisper, carefully picking up the pace again. “go ahead..” you pulled him in, crashing your bruised lips against his. the boys hips started to buck uncontrollably and with a quiet groan, he released his load into the condom. you happened to reach your second high at the same time, legs shaking involuntarily as you let out a series of broken moans. sunwoo panted heavily, pressing little kisses to your neck as he slipped out of you to toss the condom into the trash, quickly crawling back under the sheets.
“sunwoo, i–” you started, quickly silenced by his index finger pressing against your lips. “i have to apologize. no words come close to how i feel about you, yet i acted like an absolute asshole. i like you, y/n. a lot. so much i felt like exploding whenever you brought one of those.. douchebags home. i should have told you, i’m sorry..” sunwoo’s words made your heart swell, a soft smile playing on your features.
“you know.. i actually like you too.”
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kpopscruggles · 30 days
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quaking to get this shit off my chest once again.  
Eric is my manz so y'all know how dis bout too shake. 
requests open.
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We’ll start with scenario number one...I feel like Eric is such a whore for you, like he will show you any kind of love anywhere with no shame about it. You all could be out with friends, and it’ll start with him getting all touchy, hes a guy who is obsessed with your hips and waist, he’s always wrapping an arm around you and kissing your cheek before whispering the foulest shit to you just so he can get you riled up as he is. He always takes the scale from 1 to 1,000! 
“You look so today, is this this whole act for me? Because it’s getting me hard princess” 
“The way I could just push my fingers in that pussy, this dress is too much of an easy access...” 
“Would you mind that baby? Would you mind if I fingered that wet pussy of yours?” 
He’ll start rubbing your thigh with his other hand before giving you a kiss on your shoulder, a grin on his face the whole time as he could tell just by your reaction that your heart is racing. 
“Baby c'mon~ let’s just run away for a little while” 
“I promise il take care of my girl just right...just the way she likes...” 
Once you agree he’s waiting for you in the car outside the place, everyone is too worried about one another, so no one notices. Eric’s taking you in the car because hes gonna go all out so “quickies” don’t exist to him. Seeing you get in the car hes just gonna lay you down in the back seat, lift that dress, and move those panties to the side before eating you out. Moaning at how good your pussy tastes, and if you don't start pulling his hair, he’s gonna stop. That's a requirement.  
Such a wet pussy baby~, did I affect you that much?” 
“Taste so good too” 
“You like my tongue baby? Does it make you feel good? I hope so...” 
He’s gonna start grinding against you, letting your pussy coat the underside of his cock, stat sucking on your neck in the meantime and you'll hear his groans with each rub. He’s also gonna push his tip in just to pull it back out after a shaky sigh leaves him. 
“I’m gonna fuck you so good I promise” 
“Make sure this pussy gets every inch of me.” 
“Gotta t-take care of my pussy, yeah..this is all mine.” 
He’s gonna rub your thighs while pushing his cock completely in, a dragged groan is gonna leave him and his gonna nibble on his bottom lip. You are being wrapped around him is gonna send him into a frenzy and hes gonna fuck every bit of energy outta you. In y'all's regular routine you’re gonna ride him too and that’s when he loses it, head really falls back then, eyes squeezing shut, and loud moans leave him. 
“That’s it, moan my name pretty, ugh fuck!” 
“Take it baby~ ride me just like that!” 
“K-keep going princess, I’m gonna cum..You want m-y cum!?” 
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daisyvisions · 18 days
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Change Your Mind - (l.jy)
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➺ Pairing: fboy best friend!Juyeon x afab!reader
➺ Summary: You befriend your college’s resident fuckboy who’s been eager to get with you since day one. But after a rollercoaster of emotions between your friendship, he wants you more than you could ever imagine.
➺ Word Count: 4k (wow who is she?!)
➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, mentions of partying, drinking alcohol, fuckboy tendencies (flirting, hookups, ghosting), lying to reader (at first), lots of kissing and making out, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), slight handjob and masturbation, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), a lovesick Juyeon
➺ A/N: I’m officially back from my break! Really wanted to take some time off and focus on things irl, can’t really say if the break helped bcos I was still stressed haha but anyway!This took me a while to finish up, felt incredibly rusty writing again but glad I was still able to do it 😭 Considering this as my late birthday greeting for Juyeon. Hope you enjoy this piece! Proofread once. Let me know if I missed anything!
➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet, and my girlies @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez
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If anyone told you that you’d end up becoming best friends with one of the most sought out guys in your campus (and not to mention resident fuck boy), you would’ve laughed at their face. All your life you’ve tried to avoid befriending guys like Juyeon. A guy like him just generally gave you the ick.
You never understood how or why people would want to be friends with someone whose only objective is to get into girl’s pants and be praised for it. Not only that, but also playing with someone’s feelings and just dropping them at an instant was wrong on so many levels.
But here you are, lending him a helping hand while you two clean out his living room after throwing yet another one of his bi-weekly parties, which was usually code for “Please let me at least make out with someone tonight.”
It’s crazy how you consider him one of your bestest friends. In another world you both knew this friendship would never work out. You were both opposite of each other in so many ways!
So how did you even end up becoming friends with Juyeon?
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Transferring to a different university in the middle of the semester was one of the worst things that could've happened to you. Not only did you have to adjust to a new set of lesson plans and navigate your way around campus, but you also had to sit alone during lunch since practically everyone already knew each other from freshman year and had their own set of cliques.
During your first week, you thought you could at least find a table you could sit with just by going up to the group you vibed with the most and ask politely. But you decided to just sit by yourself instead and avoid any embarrassing introductions. You refused to be known as the weird new girl (which you already felt like one to begin with.)
You tried to fight off the tears emerging from the corners of your eyes as you sat quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, slowly poking the food on your tray as you try to drown out the noise around you.
You wish you didn’t have to transfer and leave everything and everyone you knew behind. Yes, you can still call or text your friends, but you knew it was different than actually being with them on campus.
You were convinced you’d be alone for the rest of your years in college. No friends to hang out, laugh, or cry with. No one to go through the same struggles as you. No one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. You were definitely on your own until-
“Hey.” The voice suddenly snapping you out of your self-loathing as you look up and see probably one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.
The way his eyes held so much love, how his smile could light up anyone’s day, and how his aura was something you never felt with anyone before. He was practically radiating sunshine to your already gloomy day. It almost felt too good to be true�� Because what the hell was he doing here in front of you?
“…Hi?” You sit up straight as you try to subtly dab off the tears in your eyes.
“I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone.” The man gently says.
Great, the first thing he notices about you is how much of a loser you are. But before you could even say anything back he continues on.
“Would you like to come sit with us? We have some space for you at our table.” He slowly smiles at you. You hesitated at first, confused by the whole situation but quickly made up your mind.
“Uh… yeah, sure! If it’s not any trouble.” You shyly respond.
“Of course not! Can’t let a pretty thing like you be all alone on her first week here right?” He holds out his hand to you.
“How did you-”
“I’m Juyeon.” He interrupts you again. You tell him your name, your cheeks slowly warming up as your hand intertwines with his as he looks deeply into your eyes.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He smirks. You felt the butterflies raging within your stomach.
“So, let’s go?” He waits for your response, but you shyly nod your head instead as proper words get caught up in your throat. Grabbing his hand as you stand up and follow his lead.
You try not to make a fool out of yourself as you feel Juyeon’s hand rest on your lower back as you guides you through the sea of people. As you two are walking towards his table he leans close to your ear and whispers,
“We’re gonna be best friends, I promise.”
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And ever since that day Juyeon really did keep his promise. He helped you catch up with some of the lesson plans you had, guided you around school, and always made sure to leave a space for you beside him during lunch.
You tried to wrap your brain around the idea of how someone like Juyeon just randomly entered your life and swept you off your feet. At first you felt like you were on cloud nine getting the most attention and almost boyfriend-like treatment from him. But as the weeks went by you soon discover that his reputation actually preceded him more than you thought.
You see, it was no secret that Juyeon was somewhat of a playboy. Well, somewhat was an understatement. During the first few weeks since you became friends he would walk you to class almost every time. In those moments you couldn’t understand why people would give you such weird looks or whisper to each other whenever you two would pass by.
Maybe it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb as the new girl? You decided not to mind it for a while, pushing down the thought that you were just overthinking all of this… that is until you accidentally learned about his reputation and the real reason why he approached you that day.
It was an accident. You were never meant to find out anything about Juyeon. But during a party that he brought you to, a certain loosed-lip drunk friend (Eric) decided to spill everything to you, down to every letter and detail imaginable.
To be honest, it didn’t bother you when you found out that Juyeon was indeed a fuck boy. You saw the signs as the weeks passed by.
The way he would flirt with someone while waiting for you to finish class, how the notifications on his phone would show a name of a different girl every week, and even the subtle touches he would leave on you which were definitely not considered friendly but not perverted either. What bothered you the most was finding out the reason why he even wanted to be friends with you.
“He’s been really working up to have his way with you, you know? And I mean who could blame him? Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking hot-” Eric rambles on to you as he tries to lean his body against the wall to keep himself upright, slowly inching his way closer to you. You felt your blood boil in that moment, completely ignoring Eric’s advances.
How could Juyeon do this to you? Even after everything you shared with him about your life, your struggles, your secrets too? And to think you were starting to feel like he could be a really great friend to you. But this? Hell no. You were not about to let some handsome sleazy guy use you like that. Not in this or any lifetime.
You nearly crush the plastic red cup in your hand before storming out of the house, intentionally pushing past Juyeon’s shoulder in the way as he tries to approach you with the most concerned look you had ever seen on his face.
He ran after you that night. He even dropped on his knees begging for forgiveness in front of a crowd of drunk college people too. Over the top sure, but somehow you knew his apology wasn’t just a one and done thing.
And after the humiliating lecture you gave him as well as the list of promises he had said he will be doing in order to make up for his mistakes, you decided to give him another chance.
In return of accepting his apology, you offered to help him get out of his fuck boy tendencies and be his “guardian angel”. Juyeon was reluctant of the idea at first because it would mean he couldn’t be free to do as he pleased but he eventually gave in. He had to because well… He did owe you a lot for lying to you in the first place.
Somewhere in your mind you knew this could turn out to be a bad idea. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, or however the saying goes. But Juyeon was different.
You knew somewhere in that deep conceited mind of his there was a version of him that was actually a good guy. A guy that can actually learn how to not fool around and maybe one day, find someone worth changing for.
You can tell it was a struggle for him at the beginning. But eventually he started to lessen the flirting, the hookups, the ghosting, and more.
Gone were the days where Juyeon had a line of women wrapped around his fingers (because they were too many of them to count). Dating was still a thing for him, but he had said and even showed you that he would take them seriously and not just move onto the next one as easily as he did before.
Eventually you realized over time that Juyeon turning over a new leaf was also becoming a struggle for you especially at parties when he would come up to you nearly drunk out of his mind, his subconscious would revert back to his old habits and he would act them all out on you.
His hands subtly snaking around your hips, your waist, how he would brush the hair off your neck and leave a warm kiss on shoulder. The way he would smile at you like a lovesick fool, never leaving your side as he attempts to drop his corny pickup lines.
Or the way he would jokingly confess how badly he wanted to kiss you. You knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, that he was just being his old self. But it really did confuse you because sometimes it felt all too real.
Now you understood why someone could fall so easily for Juyeon. It was second nature to him.
You tried so hard not to give into his appetite especially in those moments. But it was becoming difficult each time since you the crush you had on him from the first day you met was screaming to be set free, desperate to overtake your heart and soul and just allow him to do as he pleased, no matter the consequences.
The many “what-if’s” that crossed your mind when you were alone in your room at night had plagued you constantly. Your walls were starting to crack and it was making you lose your self control around him.
“Maybe one little kiss wouldn’t hu-” No. You shouldn’t. The whole point of staying friends with Juyeon was to guide him to being a better person. It wasn’t about you or how you felt at all!
But… how bad could it be to become selfish just one moment in your life?
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“Wow, I’m so tired.” Juyeon plops down on the sofa as you finish up collecting all the empty bottles and cups around the room. After the last bottle was thrown inside the trash bag you washed your hands and plopped right next to him.
You instantly close your eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, showing the same exhaustion as he felt. As you stay silent and enjoy this quiet moment, Juyeon can’t help but just stare at you. He watches how your chest slowly moves up and down and tries to commit to memory the little details of your face.
You look so beautiful right now, he thinks to himself. As you always have since the first time he saw you. But he pushes down the feeling deep within his gut, having given up pursuing you a while back. But it doesn't hurt to look every once in a while right?
As soon as you open your eyes again, you catch him staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite read. You chuckle at how silly he’s being and turn your body slightly to face him.
“What?” You ask.
“I-It’s nothing.” He shakes his head.
“C’mon, what is it? You can tell me.” You semi pout, and how can Juyeon say no to you?
“I was thinking-”
“Oh no he’s thinking.” You fake gasp and giggle as he playfully nudges your shoulder in return.
“It’s just- I still can’t believe how we ended up as friends despite everything, you know?” He smiles gently.
“Me too.” You respond, “To be honest, if I had known about your reputation before we met I would’ve rejected you that day.”
“Yeah?” Juyeon’s eyes grow wider as he scoots closer to you. He places his hand on your knee, making you become nervous all of a sudden. “And why is that?”
“W-well…” you feel a lump forming in your throat, the way his cologne invades your thoughts and has your head slowly spinning. Is it getting hot in here or is that just you?
“Because, guys like you just aren’t my type that’s all. And well-”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Juyeon interrupts you as he looks into your eyes. You nod in response.
“I haven't been with anyone else ever since that night you confronted me about my behavior.” He pauses for a moment. Dead silence filled the air as he waited for your response while you tried to grasp what he was trying to say.
“Huh? What about that girl you were with last week? Or the one you were texting?” You softly ask.
“I... I lied about them.” Juyeon looks away from you, afraid to look at your reaction. He looks up at the ceiling, pushing down any regret he’s feeling at the moment admitting the truth to you.
“But, why?” Your voice laced with concern.
“It felt wrong to be with those girls. To even think about kissing or touching them the way I would've back then, because…” He looks back at you, his hand on your knee now traveling up to your lap.
“…All I ever thought about in those moments was you.”
You felt your heart running a mile a minute. Eyes widening at his sudden confession.
“God you’re so beautiful it kills me inside.” he raises his hand and cups your jaw, thumb slowly stroking your cheek as his gaze turns into something more than just lust.
You subtly catch him quickly looking at your lips, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as he leans in closer. And with your lips just millimeters apart, he suddenly stops.
“But who am I kidding? I know you don’t see me that way-” Juyeon retracts his head, his face expressing a certain kind of sadness you can’t seem to properly label. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you watch him slowly slip away from you.
“Juyeon I-”
“It’s alright, I’m probably drunk. Just- forget what I said.” He shakes his head, but before he can attempt to get up from the couch, you grab his wrist. “No.” You sternly say.
Juyeon slowly sits back down on the couch and scoots really close to you, thighs pressing against one another. His eyes don’t leave yours, waiting for what you have to say or do.
“S-show me. Show me you mean it. Every word you just said.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that.” Juyeon lunges forward and wastes no time as he leans in to kiss you. His pillowy lips feeling like heaven as he guides your lips with his, both melting into one another like it was always meant to be.
As your arms start to wrap around his neck Juyeon pulls you in closer, his body slowly falls backwards onto the couch. His hands desperately grabbing your hips to make you straddle his lap.
Juyeon whimpers into your mouth as soon as his straining bulge rubs against your core. His member throbs harder as you begin to roll your hips subconsciously.
He’s fucked way too many times to count but for some reason, grinding yourself onto his crotch makes him feel like an untouched virgin all over again.
He swears he can burst inside his boxers any second now if you keep doing this to him, especially with the soft little moans coming out of your mouth that sound so sweet.
Juyeon pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss your neck, mapping out his kisses until he finds the spot that makes you melt into a puddle. He knows he’s found that spot as your moans become louder and drag on longer.
He starts to wrap his arms around your torso and without warning, he flips you both over, making you squeal as he giggles at your reaction. His eager hands waste no time to unbutton your jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck. You slightly push him away as you feel him slowly sneaking one hand into your pants.
“Wait-” You grab his wrist before he goes any further.
“Do you want to stop?” He waits for your answer.
“No it’s not that.” Your eyes close for a moment as you catch your breath.
“It’s- well- It’s been a while I've done this. I- I might not be good for you.” Juyeon senses the worry in your eyes. He leans down to kiss the space between your eyebrows, his free hand caressing your cheek.
“Oh sweetheart… you’ll always be too good for me.” He smiles down at you. “You sure you still want this?” You nod your head instantly.
“Use your words baby, need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” His hand travels to your neck and gives it a soft squeeze. The act alone is enough to get you dizzy again.
“Want you- want you to touch me, please.” You look up at him so innocently.
Juyeon leans in to kiss you passionately once more, his tongue immediately intertwining with yours. He helps you out of your pants in the process not wanting to pull his lips away from yours until he tugs the hem of your shift and lifts it off, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear on.
His kisses start to travel oh so slowly from your lips all the way to your inner thighs. Juyeon can feel himself pre cumming at the deep inhale of your panty covered core. The wet patch luring him in to kiss it and practically mouth your covered folds.
You let out yet another ethereal moan as your fingers weave through his hair. His hands slowly pull the garter of your underwear down, throwing the damp material behind him as he continues on with his ministrations.
Juyeon wastes no time and grabs the back of your thighs and placing them over his shoulder, making sure that his face is locked onto your throbbing core. He kisses your folds before suddenly darting his warm wet tongue between them, reveling in the taste of you before flicking your sensitive bud. He looks up to watch your reactions, which motivate him to keep on going.
“P-please…” You whine as he hums and sucks on your clit. Juyeon doesn’t even need you to tell him what you want, by the sound of your moans and the way your thighs slowly squeeze his head he knows you’re getting closer to the edge.
He nearly lets go himself when you reach your high without warning, the sudden burst of your essence onto his lips as you moan out his name was something he never thought would feel so divine.
He pulls himself up and goes back to kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue has your core throbbing for him once again. Your hands hastily helping him unbutton his own pants along with his boxers as he pulls them down and kicks them to the side.
Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive length, your hand instantly wrapping around his member as you stroke him slowly. “Oh s-shit.” He growls into your ear.
“Want you inside me Juyeon, want you to fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. He grabs your wrist to stop, holding his own member as he aligns it with your entrance.
“Don’t want to fuck you-” He mumbles. You pull away from him, confused by his words. His other hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.
“-Want to make love to you.” He whispers into your mouth. And before you know it he’s pushing his entire cock inside you, bottoming out instantly. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the stretch. Juyeon moves his hips slowly as he starts to fuck you deeply, making sure you feel all of him going in and out of your pussy.
Juyeon wishes this moment could last forever, but the way your walls grip onto his member like a vice brings him closer to the edge faster than he had hoped. Especially with how you’re moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck so tight? He was a goner.
He’s never fucked anyone like this before, and now he can’t imagine doing this with anyone else except you.
With every deep thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Each stroke hitting that sweet spot in you has you reaching for the stars.
“Fuck Juyeon, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You whine as the wet sounds you're both making has you feeling dizzy.
“C’mon sweetheart, cum on my cock. God you can keep cumming on my cock as much as you want I don’t care.” His thrusts start to pick up the pace. “I’m yours forever.”
Those three words were enough to snap the coil within, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around his length. You’re so caught up in your own head you don’t realize Juyeon uttering a string of whimpers until you feel him quickly pull out his cock and blow his load all over your stomach.
The both of you take a moment to calm down from your highs before Juyeon gets up to each for the box of tissue on the coffee table. You watch him gently clean you up before he pulls his boxers back on to find your discarded underwear and also helps you put it back on.
He hovers above you before leaning down to leave small kisses around your face and on your lips. You caress his cheek slowly as he leans into your touch.
“Did you mean it? Everything you said?” You softly ask him.
“Down to every letter.” He responds. “But… I think you broke me.”
“Broke you? How?” You playfully scrunch your eyebrows at him.
“Don’t want to see myself with anyone else now.”
“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow. “And how should I fix it then?” He smirks and kisses you again,
“Let me take you out on a date and we’ll call it even.”
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strawbellery · 8 months
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“our secret moments in your crowded room, they got no idea about me and you.”
genre: slight angst (not that angst, younghoon just acting cold towards y/n), fwb
pairing: kim younghoon (tbz) x female reader (y/n)
summary: younghoon is known for his tsundere image, surprisingly becoming the other students’ favourite senior despite being so cold and quiet to everyone. other than his tough and unapproachable demeanour, he’s also known for being the smartest one in his batch. most people have been confessing their feelings to him, but he rejected all of them, causing a rumour claiming that he has a high standard on his partner. little did they know, he developed a friends-with-benefits relationship with the most innocent looking 1st year student, y/n.
part i, ii, iii.
words count: 1,890
“awh, you’re so mean. why are you saying such mean words to me?” younghoon followed you from the back, keeping up with your rushed steps to nowhere.
right after the class ended with the lecturer wishing a sincere good luck to all of his students, most of them immediately packed up their stuff, including you. as you shoved your tab into your tote bag and tossed the bag strap onto your right shoulder, you headed out from the classroom, not expecting younghoon to follow like a lost puppy who just found his owner. 
halting your steps and turning to face younghoon, all you wanted to do was kick him on the balls right away. the way he teased you with such an innocent tone, you knew he was just messing around. he never felt bad with whatever he made you feel back then. “shut up.” you braced yourself from uttering those words.
“if you say shut up one more time, i’ll kiss you.” younghoon said, knowing damn well he was the one that held the power in the situation because he knows that you would do anything to keep your image of a pure girl inside the campus, wanting everyone to praise how sweet looking you are.  
younghoon actually cares less if his unapproachable demeanour broke off once he kissed you in public, as if he has nothing to lose since he wasn’t the one who decided to put on the cold image. but for you, it’s a different case. once you enrolled in the campus, you decided that it’s better off starting with a sweet looking girl-next-door image so people won’t take advantage of you for sexual purposes. 
which, in fact, failed. as much as you tried to put on the innocent looking princess on campus, younghoon would do anything to make your mission fail. let it be moaning on the top of your lung in his room, or biting on his inner palm as he tried to keep you quiet when both of you had fun at the janitor’s room.
from what you remember, whenever you both (most of the time younghoon) had fun with each other, he never tried to kiss you on the lips. sucking on your collarbone? marking your neck? oh hell yeah, he likes doing it. he likes seeing his territory on your body. the way you tried to cover them by putting your hair down? or when another male pointed it out? he feels like he owns your whole body.
but one question that keeps lingering in your mind is why wouldn’t younghoon kiss you on the lips? after all the naked bodies pressing against each other, what’s so bad about sharing a kiss? you never brought it up to younghoon but after asking google for answers, you figured out the act of kissing is quite intimate. it’s like a symbol of being attached to one person, and you know younghoon never looks at you in a romantic way. it’s always been you, and only you. you with that darn crush. 
your steps halted once you turned to face the taller man, whose face was filled with mocking expression. biting your inner lips so hard that you could feel the slight blood rushing in, you muttered a quick, “i hate you” before continuing your steps to wherever your feet took you, as long as you didn’t have to face the man again. 
it’s a fact check though, that you didn’t want your first kiss to ruin your pure girl image on the campus, especially by the hot tsundere senior that everyone swooned for, regardless of gender and age. 
seeing how frustrated you were, younghoon couldn’t help but to smirk. he knew how careful you were in protecting your image at the campus, and he also knew how you wanted your “first kiss” to be stolen by the special one, ironically when he became almost all of your “all”s. 
“oh, do you really hate me though?” catching up with your fast tracks, he made sure he still kept you on the tip of his finger. before he could say more, a voice calling you suddenly was heard, despite them being in an open-space area. 
both of you turned to face the owner of the voice, seeing jacob and his other male friend (whom you can’t remember who), came and approached you both. “you were here too, younghoon.” 
younghoon simply greeted jacob back with just a simple hum and nod, not even bothering to use his energy to say anything. jacob faced you with face full of excitement, “y/n! i made a friend who’s the same age as you. meet eric sohn, he’s also a foreigner, just like me!” 
that’s what you actually admire about jacob. he always makes new friends without any limitations. he wanted his circle to be as big as he could and when he meets a new person, he’ll introduce them to his friends and vice versa. well, he has always been told by his parents that connection is important, so here he was, instead of studying, he focused more on making new friends. 
“hey y/n, i’m eric! i’ve heard a lot about you from jacob,” eric introduced himself as he extended his arm out, hoping for a friendly handshake from you.
“nice to meet you, eric. i’m y/n.” you introduced back, accepting his hand for a handshake. younghoon was quick enough to catch the slight blush on your face, knowing it wasn’t the makeup that was reddening on your cheek. you were flustered over the fact that jacob shared little information about you to eric before setting both of you, wondering what he told eric to make him look so excited to meet you. 
“i… didn’t know you were this pretty. if i’ve ever known, i probably wouldn’t have to meet you in a simple hoodie with messy hair,” eric added with a shy smile. the boy was so cute for you to handle, especially when he tried his best to hide his reddening cheeks as well. 
“oh, it’s fine though. i think you’re pretty cute too,” you tried to lighten up the mood, not wanting eric to feel so little of himself. 
“blah blah blah,” a rather cold voice was heard before you no longer felt eric’s hand in your grip. looking down, you noticed younghoon was the one who held eric’s hand by now, “and i’m kim younghoon, your senior.” he emphasised on the nickname, wanting eric to know who’s much older and got the seniority in the campus world. 
apparently that’s how it works in the men's community. somehow someone’s age and seniority play quite a large role among men. 
“oh yeah, younghoon.” eric brushed it off with a slight laughter, not wanting to show his disappointment over the lack of your touch on his, “i’ve heard about you too.”
“i hope that information will stay in your mind,” younghoon partially threatened him, knowing what jacob probably described to the junior. 
cold, quiet and scary senior. 
that was the first time you’ve ever seen this side of younghoon. the jealousy in him, the possessiveness of him. it got more obvious when jacob decided for lunch with four of you at the nearby restaurant since the campus foods suck. once you were seated, younghoon took no time and immediately sat next to you, causing more confusion to jacob as he thought younghoon would sit next to him, as he usually does. 
the cute young man who sat across from you can’t help but to steal glances, as he found you very attractive. you were his type anyway, the one he’d been searching for his life. quite a metaphor but the moment eric laid his eyes on you, he couldn’t help but already arrange the whole future with you in his mind. 
even when the four of you were eating while keeping updates with each other's life, eric would do anything to make sure you’re engaged in his topic. which in fact, caused the inner jealousy of younghoon finally got the best of him. 
“i’m sorry but y/n have to go now,” younghoon said out of nowhere, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to stand with him. 
“where?” your eyes widened, surprised over the pressure he had on your wrist. “yeah, where?” jacob’s question followed along with the confused looking puppy of eric. 
“somewhere,” younghoon replied half-heartedly and when he was about to drag you out, you insisted on staying at the place. “when?! i never say anything,” you said in a rather loud voice, making sure you have the rights for yourself. 
ignoring your words, younghoon thanked jacob for the meal as he forcefully dragged you out from the restaurant as you struggled on keeping up with his steps, at least bringing your tote bag along. once both of you arrived outside the restaurant, younghoon immediately unlocked his car and opened the passenger seat, almost tossing you to the seat. closing the door rather in an annoyed way, he went to sit in the driver seat. 
“what were you doing?” he could hear the frustration from your voice, but he didn’t bother giving you replies as he pressed more on the car pedal, speeding the car’s pace. “younghoon, i’m talking.” 
still, no answer. despite how loud you were, he still gives no response. 
“kim you-”
the sudden brake caused you to almost jump out of your seat, all thanks to the safety belt that you managed to put on before the crazy young man started the engine. 
“what on the earth were you trying to do, younghoon?!” now it became a shout, as you turned to face him with your furious pair of eyes. you never knew you could be so frustrated over someone, not until younghoon steps into your life. 
“i was the one who should ask you that,” younghoon snapped back, turning to face you with a stern look. “what the fuck were you trying to pull back then?” 
furrowing your eyebrows, you can’t seem to catch on with what younghoon said. “what?”
“did you have fun flirting with eric?” younghoon added, “did you think i didn’t recognise those slutty sounds coming out from you? asking how’s his campus life so far?” 
“oh god younghoon, i wasn’t-” 
“yeah sure you weren’t, of course you weren’t, especially with those eyes that begging him to fuck you.” 
“yah kim younghoon!” raising your octaves, you were finally done with his retorts. his words never make sense to you. why would you flirt with eric? you were simply conversing with him, nothing more. or maybe that wasn’t what younghoon saw. 
before you could say anything to defend yourself, the grab on your chin was quite harsh, as younghoon forced you to keep eye contact with him. “what? you think you could fuck with other men as well?”
“how easy are you, y/n? to beg everyone in the campus to fuck you? at this rate, you probably would’ve sucked jacob’s dick too.” 
“hey, you are crossing the line.” you glared at him furiously, not understanding where this jealousy came from. 
“what line, exactly?” younghoon asked you, making sure his grip on your chin remained there, not even caring that he smudged your makeup on that area. “do we even have a line to not cross?”
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seongminiz · 4 months
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Thoughts ab clingy bf new? Esp trying to distract when playing games?
(shh i want more chanhee content i love him)
im ripping my hair out U ALWAYS SOMEHOW KNOW WHAT TO ASK TO GET MY BRAIN GOING ILY
clingy chanhee thoughts !!
minors dni ; boyfriend chanhee x afab reader ; 656 words
warnings ! established relationship , dom!chanhee , oral (reader rec) , edging , not proofread + lowercase intended :3
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chanhee is so ,, im in love with him istg
hes such a tease mostly bc he loves when u get fed up with how distracting hes being n finally snap (but he'll never admit it) but also hes so cute when hes clingy ,, how can u say no to a pretty boy like him ? (spoiler : u cant)
he'll literally do anything in his power to distract u especially when ur playing games bc why don't u just play with him ? he rlly doesn't get it !!
if ur sitting on the couch while playing, he'll sit next to u at first, n then when he realizes u have no intention of paying attention to him he'll lay his head on ur lap, one of his pretty delicate hands (i love chanhee's hands btw aaaaa im crazy aaaa) squeezing ur thigh from time to time.
you'd call his name out a few times as a warning, your eyes never leaving the screen as chanhee pouts bc u r literally so mean! he keeps raking his brain for an idea to get ur attention as he plays with the hem of ur shirt, the tips of his fingers brush against your sides and making you shiver, but still not giving him your undivided attention.
thats when chanhee has the best idea ever.
"can i eat you out?" he asks casually, as if hes asking what movie u should watch later tonight, or what's for dinner (for you? who knows! for chanhee? you, apparently) that wasn't funny sorry
chanhee's mission is successful, as you pause your game and slowly put the controller down to your side, giving him an incredulous look while he smiles innocently at u.
"what?"
"i said," he sits back up, one hand still on your waist "can i eat you out?"
you know this is where it would eventually go. yet you can still feel your face heat up in embarrassment, as if chanhee isn't literally your boyfriend and he hasn't seen you in far more compromising situation than eating u out in the couch.
"yeah," you finally say once you manage to break out from the initial shock. chanhee is ecstatic, leaving a quick kiss on ur lips before getting on his knees on the floor and tugging impatiently at your shorts and underwear to take them off of u in one go.
he's so eager, and has been acting needy and clingy for the whole past hour or so, you really don't expect him to start teasing you out of nowhere, when hes so close to getting what he wants. so that's exactly what he does, catching u off guard. you're kind of mistaken, chanhee doesn't want to eat u out - i mean, ofc he does, he loves going down on u everytime he has the chance, but that's not his main goal at the moment! he wants your undivided attention, so ofc he'll drag it out as much as possible.
he starts leaving kisses along your thighs, so slowly you feel like you're actually about to go insane, chanhee takes his time with you even when you're whining his name and asking him not to tease you, trying to grab his hair to pull him closer to you just for him to wrap his free hand around your wrist and pinning it to your side.
even when he gets to actually eating you out, hes such a tease abt it :(( giving kitten licks to your clit and poking your hole with his tongue until you're a shaking mess bc the stimulation is just not enough for anything! but it's only fair after u were so mean to chanhee n ignored him, no?
but dw! sooner or later he'll get tired of teasing, satisfied bc he thinks u got what you deserved, and he'll start to properly eating you out, so messy n sloppy as he fucks you with his tongue until you cum .
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(me after writing like 11 paragraphs leading up to the smut n only 2 paragraphs of actual action)(do not question my vision im a writer im an artist im simply above all judgment /j)
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woncon · 7 months
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❥ cowboy!sunwoo x afab!reader
➳ warnings: nsfw, smut, pwp, minors DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up, guys!), dom!sunwoo, petnames (my beauty, pretty girl), riding, exhibiotism (they do it in the stables), nipple play, edging, cowboy!sunwoo (he is a warning himself), a lil' bit angsty if you bring a magnifying glass 🔍
➳ i should mention that english is not my first language. i have done my best to correct this story, and I will not leave the revision of the smuts to any of my assistant translators. also, there is a leather chair in the stables, I know it's a totally surreal idea, but let's forget it for the sake of the story <3
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you were sent to town to get some provisions for breakfast. you were on your way to the village stables with your wicker basket when the boy appeared on horseback.
"shall i give you a ride, my beauty?" sunwoo flashed an attractive grin as he tipped his hat to you.
"i'd be very grateful." as the cowboy dismounted, you hastily adjusted your long skirt, your eyes too vehemently devouring the sight of sunwoo's pants stretched over his thighs, your complexion burning hot with the sight.
sunwoo nodded sympathetically and politely, as one would expect of a gentleman towards a lady blossoming in innocence, but the boy's eyes glittered villainously in the shadow of the hat-brim.
you didn't make it to the town fair after all.
your basket lying forgotten beside the haystack. your hair unraveled, the yellow and white flowers in your bonnet fallen out, your dress peeled to your waist. you sit on a comfortable leather chair in sunwoo's lap, whimpering as you let him fuck you silly.
sunwoo holds your hips tightly, hugs you closely to him, and at the same time, he lets himself go hard and deep into your warm body, making you shiver and sink your nails into his shoulder, where his cowboy shirt hangs crumbled and sweaty, his red bandana slided to the ground so you can kiss his uncovered throat.
sunwoo grins dirtily at the flushed, half-naked you, whose hips move back and forth agonizingly along his length, and whose juices drip onto his black leather pants under the cover of your skirt.
"ngh" the boy slows down, measuring the long, passionate thrusts with his own practiced hips.
"sweet god!" you tightens around him in surprise at the new, maddeningly pace. you clamp your hand over your fiercely beating heart. your breasts bouncing teasingly and happily in front of his hungry eyes.
"are you enjoying it that much, pretty girl?" he grabs one of your nipples with satisfaction, then pinches it, making you jump and shiver, letting him go even deeper. sunwoo sticks out his tongue and sucks around the hard nipple, basking in the moans and heat of you.
"oh, sunwoo!" you poke the black strands of his hair, his hat slides forward, tickling your naked shoulders. you feel yourself about to come, as your muscles clench around sunwoo like sparks from a fairground rocket bouncing in your cunt. "more, more- please!"
the cowboy knows that when this is over, you'll be gone. your love is suffocating, real, but it can only be fulfilled in the smell of hay, manure and horses in the stables. he wants to postpone the moment of parting as long as possible, and to make your body as close to his own as possible.
he dictates an even slower pace. the pleasant, overwhelming sensation how you surround him nicely with your throbbing pussy makes him groan in awe. there is nothing more comforting to him than simply being inside you and feeling you on his body.
seeing your pretty face flushed, your eyes shining with desire, and hearing your mouth mumbling nonsense, because sunwoo knows so well what you need to became a satisfied cute little thing. right now you need to just pant a little while his cock stuffed inside you deeply. which makes you sensivite and desperate, collapsing on his shoulder and whimpering softly. the fullness, his thick dick, the sluggish, tender and hot movements of it is driving you crazy.
"but, but i-" you murmur, breathing heavily into his ear. you were so close, that's what you want to tell him, but you can't form the whole sentence, just whine because the unstoppable desire within you is too much. he leans into your neck, pressing soft, delicate kisses to the skin to calm you down. you shudder, rocking your hips, wanting him to go faster, to pound into you roughly so you could cum, but sunwoo grips your waist tighter, holding you down completely, letting you know that what he wants will happen.
"don't worry, my beauty. soon." he grabs your thigh reassuringly and licks along your artery to your shoulder socket, then plants a loving kiss on your lips that have so far produced so many sweet and longing sighs. his tongue dances around yours and you willingly lean even closer.
sunwoo takes this moment to squeeze your hips and thrust into you again, hard, greedily, with a heat so agonizing that your skin meets in a dirty snap. your mouth leaves a relieved, elated whimper. sunwoo giggles at the sweet melody, and his heart overflows at the thought of giving all of him to this beautiful girl: to you.
then he fills you to overflowing, his dick twitching as he pours out all his seed into the pulsating heaven. you collapse onto his shoulder, panting, and bury your head in his neck. sunwoo caresses your spine, not yet able to pull away from you. not until he feels the wild beat of his heart, feels your hard breasts press against his chest, the tight embrace of you holding him fully in this suffocating love.
"you're getting better at riding." sunwoo smiles naughtily and he presses a kiss on your shoulder, knowing how much you love to ride him.
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haet-sal · 10 months
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An Attic Affair//Younghoon x reader smut
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Since the Kim brothers moved in, your life has been hell. Sunwoo took over your room and made you sleep in the attic, and Younghoon… well, you don’t mind seeing him. What makes it hellish is that you’re incredibly attracted to him, and he doesn’t even seem to notice you.
Tags: stepbrother smut, KINKY fingering scene (but who cares youre already fucking your stepbrother), he calls u a 'SLUT', scene of watching porn + lots of masturbating, PERV!hoon+sunwoo (panty-stealing & ogling), perv!you, hoon calls himself "oppa" once, unprotected🤷‍♀️, BULLY!Sunwoo, hoon is VERY NICE to you
W.c.: 5.5k
Excerpt; “Don’t worry,” he says, “oppa learnt a lot about making dumb little bunnies like you cum. I bet I can make you cum… hmm…” He flicked your nub, making you squeal. “... with just a flick of my finger.” He’s still laughing at how you were trying to compose yourself, and failing.
~~
“Move over, idiot.” Sunwoo pushed you out of your high chair, and sits down with his breakfast. The same way he pushed you out of your room.
“You decided last week that that was your seat,” you say, pointing to the chair across from you two.
Sunwoo grunts. “I’m sorry, we have ‘permanent’ seats in this house?”
Your mother says it’s just the thing with having siblings now, you’ve been an only child so you don’t know how to share—why couldn’t you be more like the Kim brothers? When Sunwoo calls her ‘mom’ your mother just goes nuts with pride, so when he asked her, “mom can I please have Y/N’s room, it’s so much bigger,” she immediately gave it to him.
You couldn’t even move to the guest room, because it was now taken over by the older brother, Hoonie—who had moved into an apartment in the city, he didn’t even live here—but they wanted to keep his room and stuff there, so you had to settle for… the attic. Bullied out of a bed by Kim Sunwoo, who in the eyes your mother could do no wrong.
It wasn’t enough that he saw you battling with attic dust and cramped space every time you came down out of a ladder for breakfast, Sunwoo had to take everything else from you—your seat at any table, your laptop because his kept ‘freezing’, any alone-time you could get—and still wasn’t satisfied. Sunwoo was a bully. You didn’t know how your mother couldn’t see it.
You didn’t hate all the Kims, though. Your new stepdad was a great guy, the perfect fit to your mother’s jigsaw puzzle of a heart, and Younghoon…
You didn’t hate Younghoon. You didn’t even know how someone could begin to hate Younghoon. You first met him wearing some shabby Christmas sweater, but on the day of the wedding, he had a suit on…
You got cake frosting in your nose staring at Younghoon back at the wedding. You didn’t understand how fabric could be so sinful, more sinful than nakedness, how the thin white silk shirt hugged his chest, and the length of his legs exaggerated by the tailored pants… Younghoon was like a vision of a dream you couldn’t get enough of. Thank God he lived in the city, away from you, or you would have committed multiple crimes.
As you were staring Sunwoo down at the breakfast table, the front door suddenly opens, and two long legs strided into the dining room, to your surprise—Younghooon is in the kitchen, picking out muscats out of a bowl. “Hey, appa. Hey, mom.” Younghoon had started calling your mother ‘mom’ too, to your disdain. “I got a break from my job, and my roommate’s got his girlfriend over the whole time, so I thought I’d just come see you guys. Surprise?”
He takes a seat beside you until you’re sandwiched between both brothers. Your mom shot a look at you—“Sweetie, let them sit together, they haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Once again pushed out of your seat, you frowned, only Younghoon goes: “that’s alright, we’ll let her eat in peace.” He shot a look at Sunwoo. “You haven’t been more of an evil bastard, have you?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Younghoon was only there for the attic thing, and not the laptop-borrowing and all the bullying that’s been going on.
~
You knew Sunwoo was a bit of a perv to other people, but… he wouldn’t steal your panties, would he? It’s weird, because it happens sporadically—once when you still kept your clothes in your old room, and right now. It’s just that he took your favorite lacey, pretty-pink-and-yellow ones, so it’s hard to not notice.
You rifled through your closet in the attic trying to find the missing panties. You thought you’d wear them, just because Younghoon’s around and you need your intimates to feel sexy. But they’re nowhere around.
Sunwoo couldn’t have, right? He’s not that sick. But who else could have? Certainly not Younghoon, who only ever even smiles at you out of obligation.
You won’t confront Sunwoo, though, just to not embarrass the both of you. He’d just deny it anyway… And currently he was hogging the bathroom just because he knew you were planning to shower.
You’re clutching your change of clothes to your chest as you knock on the bathroom door, trying to word your commands as sweetly as you could: “Sunwoo, I need to shower before my appointment!”
“You can’t rush me,” he retorted. “I’m doing my 16-step skin care routine.”
“Sun—” Your yell got interrupted, as you froze on your spot, to see a half-naked Younghoon with a towel around his waist, coming up to you.
“Oh,” he says in realization. “You were waiting on him, too? Then you can go first—”
“No!” you gasped. “No, you should—if he decides to come out, that is.”
“Hey, it’s your home,” he offered with a friendly smile.
The door swung open, and Sunwoo marches out, also half naked but ineffective on your psyche. You knew he only came out because he heard Younghoon, not because he finally felt some pity for you.
“16 step skincare routine?” Younghoon says with a sing-song.
“It’s how I keep my face baby-soft, loser.”
“Looks rougher than those basketballs you throw around to me.”
Wordlessly, Sunwoo reaches for the towel around Younghoon’s waist, and pulls it towards him, laughing maniacally as it comes off, and he throws it into the air before exiting the scene. You turn away from both boys, staring off, holding a scream inside your throat.
“Hey,” Younghoon says with a laugh, “Y/N, it’s fine. I had boxers on.”
“Wh–What? Oh.” You bat your eyes until you’re seeing clearly; Younghoon had boxers on, those baggy plaid boxers perfect for lounging around if he were living alone.
You imagined him on the couch, absentmindedly watching the TV, manspreading, the outline of his dick thick and dark in the shadows it casted. He’d reach under the waistband of those boxers, eyes still fixated on the TV in front of him, and start palming his cock, until it grows pink and needy—
You drop your change of clothes you had just thinking of it, and Younghoon looks dumbfounded. As you both reach out to grab them off the carpeted floor, Younghoon’s body ends up so close to you, half naked, almost like a side-hug. You feel his chest against yours, body so warm and real and solid.
He’s so hot. You pull away. “Um, you should shower first,” you offered. “You’re… older, and all.” You ran back to your attic screaming internally.
Brother, you tell yourself, that’s your step brother. Jeez, please, chill out, Y/N!
But you just felt his naked chest against your body, like if he were holding you in bed—
What bed! You groan. You were sitting on the mattress in the attic with your towel and clothes, waiting for Younghoon to finish showering. You willed yourself to not think of what he looked like naked—you’ve already seen enough. A whole lot. And still it wasn’t enough or you?!
~
“It’s so perfect that Younghoon’s here!” your mom starts to say. You’re confused. Why? “I wouldn’t have trusted you two here, but with your big brother here, maybe me and your stepdad can go on a trip!”
Sunwoo just grunts in response. You’re aghast—not that you didn’t trust Younghoon, but even your mother wouldn’t defend you against Sunwoo’s raids—how would Younghoon?
But the older boy grinned at your two parents. “You two should have fun, mom and appa,” he said. “We’ll take care of the house.”
~~
Your parents were packing for the trip, as they hurriedly booked a hotel with a lakeside view. You sat on the bed in the master bedroom, helping your mother with her luggage. “Do you have to go?” You couldn’t bear thinking about what Sunwoo would be like if some adults weren’t around.
“Younghoon’s here,” your mom assured you.
The said man was currently leading against the door frame talking to his dad about sunglasses, and if they were gonna swim in the lake. You sighed, dreamily staring at him. Just all the fun you couldn’t have… From downstairs, you could hear Sunwoo loudly playing fifa.
“Younghoon’s very responsible,” says your step dad. “He was resident advisor back in college!”
“Nah.” Younghoon scoffed cooly. Since returning to town, he had cut his hair the way wall street brokers do—clean cut, full forehead showing, dark brown hair pushed aside. The perfect son-in-law look, too bad your mother already calls him son. “Resident advisors are assholes on power trips. I was just the guy that helped deal with them.” He grinned, shooting you a look. “Hey, young lady, before I forget, I brought you a present.”
You raise your eyebrow in confusion, gingerly following him out to the former guest room—which was better than Sunwoo’s current one, and big enough for two people. You’d be mad at both brothers, if only Younghoon wasn’t so goddamn nice.
“Here.” He handed you a neatly folded burgundy-brown hoodie, incredibly similar to the one he wears to bed. You couldn’t control yourself from bringing it to your nose, and it smells like him, freshly taken out of his luggage, where it had laid folded next to his cologne and aftershave. So heavenly, boyish, sexy. It felt like hugging him.
“Thanks!” you chirped to Younghoon. “You’re the nicest.” The hoodie was a medium version of the oversized one he wore to bed. It’s disgusting to make a coupling joke with your step brother, so you don’t.
You looked back at the luggage it had come from, and you just… thought of something. Wouldn’t it be so cool, if you could have Younghoon’s actual, well-worn clothes? Like one of his soft giant shirts? Something that was just entirely his?
You’re so stupid. But it’s just a crush—you just needed to get over it. Right?
Well, you thought, if Sunwoo could (allegedly) steal your panties, you could take Younghoon’s shirt.
~~
While Younghoon and Sunwoo had dinner on the empty first floor—your parents had left already, adding to the stillness—you had an amazing idea. A horrible, perverted idea, but amazing nevertheless.
You open the door to Younghoon’s room ajar so it didn’t creak, and rifled through his bag. Where was it, the pristine-bleached white shirt, with the badge on it, that makes Younghoon look like an Abercrombie model? Your hands brush against the cold glass of his cologne, and you bring it out to sniff the top.
Like a creep. At least you weren’t sniffing underwear or something, ew—it was just cologne. Expensive french cologne.
Everything in his luggage was oversized and therefore too conspicuous if you take it away, so you decided to go through his unfolded just-dried laundry, which he had just done. Going through the first couple items… something flimsy and lacey fell out of it.
You thought you knew what it looked like, so you grab it from off the floor. Your panties, the ones you lost. What was it doing here… You felt embarrassed by the thought of Younghoon seeing your panties, so you just pocket it, thinking it got mixed in from the washing machine—ugh! That’s so embarrassing.
Under the pile, you find the white shirt you were looking for, and giddily take it away. He’d just think it had gotten lost somewhere, right?
You take it and threw it up the attic, ready for whatever you were going to do with it. Emphasis on whatever.
You go back downstairs to greet the brothers like nothing happened, you knew you had to do their dishes soon, which you think was your duty—only, Younghoon is pressuring Sunwoo to do them.
“You can’t just not wash your own plate, loser.”
“Why not? I let our dear little sister wash them, all the time,” Sunwoo says with a laugh.
“Sunwoo…” Younghoon sounded like he was losing patience. “Be nice to y/n.”
“No,” Sunwoo retorted, “why should I?”
“You wouldn’t do this if you didn’t like her, though,” Younghoon said in a scolding, all-knowing tone. “If she was ugly you’d leave her alone—you’re too obvious. Have some respect for the person that gave up their room just so you could jack off in it.”
You could see Sunwoo’s face, but from the back you could see that he literally flinched, stepping backwards out of instinct. Younghoon didn’t care. “Now I’ll wash the dishes for tonight, but tomorrow you’ve got no excuses, okay?”
Sunwoo didn’t dare storm away, but he got out of the kitchen as fast as he could; you hid yourself behind the stairs until his footsteps disappeared into your old room.
You felt semi-bad about causing a fight between the brothers, so you gingerly approach Younghoon at the sink, where he was getting the water ready, and offered to fill in for him. “I… usually do those,” you say softly. “Let me?”
“Don’t worry about the dishes,” Younghoon assured you with a smile, “I’ll wash them—or Sunwoo will wash them. For this week, just relax, can you do that for me?”
He reacted to your surprised expression by ruffling your hair like you were a little kid, and then avoided your body to grab the dish-washing gloves.
Can you do that for me? Jesus, it sounds like ‘can you do that for daddy?’ like in every porn you’ve seen before. The way Younghoon stood up for you gave you a knot in your stomach, and not even the bad kind, which you were so concerned about.
Now you feel extra bad for what you were planning to do with his shirt.
~~~
You type in ‘stepbrother’ into the search box, already cringing, toes curled and fists clenched. Eww, you did not want to do this, but your neanderthal brain was telling you otherwise.
The guy in the video is a white guy, so different from Younghoon, but soon he’s feeling up his costar, while she pretends to be unaware. You wondered what you would do if Younghoon did that to you, although he wouldn’t. He was just so clean-cut, and didn't seem to have a hint of perversion in his head.
You started to think of Younghoon’s cock in those plaid boxers again, the thickness of the shaft, the whole head of it, although left to your imagination it grew hot in your mind; you started closing your eyes and teasing your clit with just one finger, thinking more about Younghoon than concentrating on the porn, until it was just a mess of moans to you and it was Younghoon acting it out with you, in your head.
“Yeah, you like your stepbrother’s cock that much?”
You grabbed the shirt now, the fabric thin from being so well-worn, and stuffed the fabric in your mouth, the scent of it—Younghoon’s smell, his detergent and after-shave and just him—around your face reminiscent of what it would be like if he were gagging you, three fingers in your mouth— “shh. You wouldn’t want mom and dad to catch us, would you?” You shivered already, toes curling as the thought of him fills you up the way your fingers filled your cunt up.
With the video still playing, you toyed with yourself mercilessly, as if you were trying to get a rise out of yourself, moans perfectly muffled by the shirt that there was no way either step brother could hear from downstairs.
You came to the thought of Younghoon, his kind eyes turning feral as he watched you this way, hand inside your soaked panties and your pajamas unbuttoned that he could see your chest; you imagined him standing over the mattress, watching like a freakishly tall stalker.
When you open your eyes, he’s not here, and the audio plays blaringly from your headphones as the actors crash into each other, less chemistry than you and Younghoon had. You spit the shirt out of your mouth, his scent still lingering.
“Ah, I love your fat cock!” “Yeah, your tiny cunt is squeezing all my milk out of me—”
You hurriedly close the tab, cringing. Ew, did people actually talk like that during sex? You’d only had it once—the one time you lost your virginity to some kid named Soobin in college—and it was done in complete silence and whispers and coos, nothing like the pornographic monstrosity.
You quickly delete your history from your laptop, in case Sunwoo comes to borrow it again—imagine if he’d found stepbrother porn in your history. He’d get the wrongest idea in the world.
Or what if Sunwoo figured it out? That you were head-over-pussy in love with the older Kim? That would be so fucked up, a new way for him to torment you. You could never let him figure it out.
~
“I’m having a party,” Sunwoo tells you, as if it wasn’t obvious from the way he was setting up food and beer and one-use cups. He toiled with a beer bottle in one hand, wondering if he should start drinking before anyone even got there. “Just don’t be here because I don’t want my friends making comments about you, or anything. Also, help me set up the chips table first.”
“You’re not in high school anymore, idiot,” you replied, having half a mind to slap the chips bowl out of his hands. But then he’d just make you clean it up. “And I’m not Cinderella to help you with a party I’m not even allowed to go to.”
“Okay, attic rat.” Sunwoo was fluffing up pillows. “Just be gone when they get here, understood?”
You looked around the house—Younghoon had left to meet his friends, and wasn’t there to defend you, and maybe Sunwoo is right, maybe you should haul out, you didn’t want his friends making comments about you, either.
You shot Sunwoo an indignant look, though. “Go fuck yourself.”
“That’s no way to talk to your brother.” He drinks the pre-party beer.
~
When Younghoon comes home from having coffee with his friends (Jacob and Kevin), it’s late and his house is up in lights and loud with Sunwoo’s new age rap blasting from the speakers, and the smell of alcohol and weed overwhelmed his every sense to the point that he could taste it.
He found his brother smoking with a girl in the back porch, and immediately dragged him back into the house by the nape of his neck, leaving the girl stranded there. “You threw a party?”
“I haven’t had the house to myself since forever—”
“All you gotta do is move out, you sock.” Younghoon looked around the house. “Where’s Y/N? You know if your troublemaker friends see her, it’s gonna be a whole thing.”
“She’s been gone since I told her we were having a party, I think,” says Sunwoo. “I told her to get lost, anyway.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Younghoon chides under his breath, but Sunwoo goes back to drinking his beer out of a used cup like he didn't hear him.
The party was continuing downstairs, and the 2nd floor was more deserted. Sunwoo’s loud rap music seemed to die down slowly as Younghoon got on the 2nd floor… and then started to unlatch the ladder towards the attic.
The sounds muted down completely once he’s in, and he quickly pulled the ladder back up to cover his traces, and also so no one could follow him and interrupt.
He started his routine of rifling through your underwear drawer, last time he got lucky with those pretty pink panties, so now he wanted something else, something just as precious and sweet that makes him cold-sweat from the tension in his lower belly. From the moonlight streaming in from the skylight, he finds a pair of panties, white with a ribbon on them, pretty but cotton instead of lace, and he decides, as good as any other. Younghoon brought it up to his nose, and smelled only the detergent and fabric softener, and not a sense of you.
Needing you desperately, he heads over to the bed, thinking of lying on the same mattress as you, trying to think of what you’d look like all these nights when you touched yourself, whatever you touched yourself to. He crawled on his hands and knees onto the mattress, thumbing over the panties like he would with your skin, until nipples hardened and tight little warm walls twitched.
~~~
You were awoken as you felt movement on the other side of the mattress. You’d fallen into a deep sleep since Sunwoo told you to get lost, thinking you’d crash at a friend’s for the night, but you’d fallen asleep even through the party. Goddamn it. Now who was in your bed?
You rolled over, until you were nose-to-nose with Kim Younghoon himself.
You screamed. “Younghoon?! What are you doing here?” But your bodies were so tangled in your sheets that he couldn’t get away from you, and was in fact actually tied together, you basically on top of him.
“Y—Y/n!”
“What is that you’re holding?” you ask; it’s too small to be a phone. Unless… no way.
Younghoon tries to shake off the feeling, but he’s still frozen in his flight responses, frozen while you touched him and wrestled the fabric out of his fists.
“My panties?!”
Busted. Younghoon’s face was heating up, even if you couldn’t see it in the dark. “I–I was—” he started. “Uh, just… going through your laundry?”
You’re the one frozen now, and Younghoon quickly disentangled himself from the sheets, uncovering the little white mass stuck in the foot of the mattress—holy shit. “Is that my shirt?!”
He picked it up. “It’s stained.” You have no words, so Younghoon looks back at you, grinning maniacally. “Were you being naughty?”
It’s horrible how his entire demeanor could change in a second. Under the blankets, he started to touch you, not even a little shy, grabbing you close by the waist so horribly hot and warm. “Ah, so you were cumming to the thought of me, your step-brother?”
“I—I’m sorry!” you squeaked. “Wait, my panties—are you—are we…?!”
“Do you want me?” Younghoon asks, voice dropping several octaves just so hoarse and sexy. In the dark, he stared at your form with glinting eyes. “I do,” he says when you wouldn’t. “I want you so, so… bad…” His fingers crawled up your bare thighs—you were wearing just a night dress, flimsy and short.
“You don’t even notice me,” you huffed.
Younghoon scoffed it off, although he looked concerned. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, “plus your mom and my dad wouldn’t have liked it if I kept staring at your legs, like Mr. Obvious downstairs. Although, I did stare, when you were just too… juicy to look away from.”
You’re aroused, it showed. “R–really?” you squeaked, trying to keep your hands to yourself. He was still wearing his outside clothes, a button down and actual tailored pants. He smelled like his normal cologne, too.
“You’re a sick, sick, girl, you know? Wanting to be noticed by your step brother…” His free hand cupped your face to make you face him, harsh against your skin. He hummed, as if deriving pleasure just from touching you. “But don’t worry, I won’t punish you or anything. You know I’m the nice one.”
“Younghoon…” Your hands go up to press against his shirt, although not pushing him away, yet.
You hear him hum again, this time with a little giggle. His hand is trailing up your bare thighs, now landing between your legs, at the very core where all the heat and pulsation were coming from… He prods it with just one long middle finger, rubbing against the nub and the slit—although it doesn’t catch your clit to stimulate you, the lewdness of your step dad’s son's hand behind on your bare cunt was doing enough.
“No panties,” he observed with a cocky laugh. “And wet. What, were you dreaming about me?”
You moaned his name again. “Please…” Your hands went to his shirt and grasped onto a bunch of the fabric, like pornstars grabbing on bedsheets. You could feel his heart, and despite his demeanor, it’s pounding so hard in his chest.
“How many fingers do you think you’re ready for?” he asked.
“Um… two.” That’s a good number to start. His fingers are long and thin, but bigger than yours anyway.
“Hmm, you are tight.” He was prodding you with one finger, and when he enters, two fingers in you—it’s almost too tight in you, too much, too soon. Stuffed up inside you, so foreign.
“Don’t worry,” he says, “oppa learnt a lot about making dumb little bunnies like you cum. I bet I can make you cum… hmm…” He flicked your nub, making you squeal. “... with just a flick of my finger.” He’s still laughing at how you were trying to compose yourself, and failing.
Suddenly the door to the attic unlatches, the stairs springing down. Your goddamn attic wasn’t lock-able, from either side. Goddamn it. Younghoon stops everything, his free hand coming up to cup your mouth, eyes wide in alarm. “Shh,” he whispers to you.
It was a couple of Sunwoo’s friends. “I don’t know if I want to go up,” one guy was saying. “There’s spiders, and it’s Kim Sunwoo’s house—who knows what kind of monstrosities he has lying around?”
“You want to do it in his parents’ room?” This was another guy.
Younghoon’s fingers were still inside of you, and slowly, they begin to curl, uncurl, curl… You suppress a moan by biting down on your tongue, but the guttural sounds threatened to spill out of your throat.
To silence you, Younghoon hurriedly planted a kiss to your lips, tongue fighting its way in and taking over yours, when you moan it’s right into his mouth, the sound getting muffled and tortured and he kisses you with more force. His fingers up inside of you are now working faster.
You think you’d scream if he didn’t stop—or also stopped—you shut your legs, but his long, veined arms are persistently still stuck and working between your thighs. When you open your eyes, you see the moonlight catch in his fanged teeth—he’s laughing soundlessly at your plight.
“This is creepy,” the partiers were saying. “I’m high, anyway, I think I’d fall of the ladder if I tried.”
“Right. We’ll go to his parents’ bedroom—if someone hadn’t beat us here.”
Younghoon looked at you, releasing you—both hands now away from you, body pinned against yours. The ladder was still down, the light from down the stairs spilling upwards.
“We should close…” you started to say.
He kissed the back of your ears, one hand pinning your arm down. “Mmm… I like knowing someone could walk in…”
“Hoon, we’re not meant to be doing this, we’ll get in trouble. You’re my step brother.” Now you really sounded like a pornvid reciting its lines.
Younghoon shushed you, parting your legs with his knee. Your bare pussy under his legs, you couldn’t help yourself from grinding against his thigh. “Such a bad girl,” he remarked in a strained voice. “Ah.” He lifted your leg up higher, and took himself out, rubbing the head against your cunt. “You want it?” His voice was still deep from whispering.
You simply nod.
“Use your words…”
“I… I want you to fuck me.”
“Tell me how much of a bad girl you are,” he says, tone still teasingly tantalizing. “Tell me how much you want your big step brother’s cock buried inside you.”
“I want my step brother’s cock in me, I’m so bad. I’m so… hnng, fuck…” You couldn’t reach the bed sheets, so you just grab Younghoon’s shirt again. You were making an untidy mess of his outside clothes, although he still had hair still perfectly parted like for an event, he looks amazing. And he’s inside of you, buried all the way, he zaps his head away from you just to make a guttural grunt. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so bad, you… you know that?” He pulls out, only to slam back in, and you squealed.
“Already? I haven’t even…” He’s now obeying the urgency in your eyes before you can even say ‘faster’. He’s quick and fast and thick and hard in you, and he’s starting to break out in sweat just from the heat of it all.
He tears the rest of the blankets away from your bodies so he could thrust into your pussy easier. You just hear his panting, and just to silence himself, he bites down on your shoulders, and up your neck. You hear “hnngg, yeah~” out of his lips, like he was having a hard time controlling his own pleasure spilling out from him.
You moaned. “Sunwoo’s gonna see these…”
“And think you’re a slut that fucked one of his friends,” Younghoon says. “Is that what you are? A dumb little whore that just spreads her legs for everybody?”
“N—no!” You’re doing everything just to not scream, but it’s excruciating holding it in. “I’m n–not a slut. I’m just a slut for—for you, Hoon…”
Younghoon laughed. “Is that right?”
He switched the position to missionary, holding you underneath him as he pounded your poor cunt, the same way he imagined he would when he was masturbating with your panties. You hear his strained panting again, his lovebites still stinging along your neck. You threw your head back and moaned.
“So, so wet… baby…” It grew sloppier, with sounds of the wetness of your cunt and his precum, disgustingly mixing. Younghoon fucked you harder now, knowing he had to pull out soon. “Fuck… fuck!”
Your hands crawl up from under his shirt, scratching his back. He was so big, every part of him… you sink your nails into his waist. “Ugh, Hoonie…”
He hurriedly took himself out of you, panting, to spill his seed on your stomach. You still had your nightdress on, and the cum got on it, white against white… It’s almost beautiful, a ruin of your innocence. It satisfied Younghoon enough, that he just fell back into the mattress beside you, catching his breath. “I’m… sorry…” he said. “Ugh, I feel like such a bad man.”
You wiped it off your belly with the dress, and then took it off. “No, I liked it,” you reassured him. You put the dress away into the laundry basket, and put on the hoodie that he’d given you, grinning at him. He had his eyes closed, slowly feeling the post-ejeculation clarity.
You crawled over and shut the latch, blocking it with a box so no one could come in. “Seriously, though… Sunwoo might see your hickies,” you say.
“Let him.”
“I don’t want him to call me a slut, to add to everything else he calls me.” There was a truthful sting in your voice that Younghoon felt the pain. He gathered you in his arms, until you were just cradled so tiny in his chest.
“Shh, it’s alright.” Younghoon kissed the side of your face again. “I’ll take care of you, okay? You’ll sleep in my arms tonight.”
~~
“What the hell is that?” Sunwoo demanded at the breakfast table, cups still scattered around the kitchen counter.
“What the hell is what?”
“You got laid last night?”
“Kinda weird that you notice it when you can’t even get your eyes to open from the hangover,” you pointed out, “are you in love with me that much?”
He stuttered. The first time Kim Sunwoo had ever stuttered in his life, although maybe the hangover was giving him a brain fog. “Shut up.”
Younghoon was cutting you strawberries in heart shaped cutters and frying pancakes on another pan. He watched you out of the corner of his eyes, smiling to himself.
“Hey,” Sunwoo whines when Younghoon makes two portions—one for himself and one for you—and leaves him out. “Where’s mine?”
Younghoon pinched your thigh under the table, the way he did last night… you threw your head back and moaned a little from the pain.
“Whatever!” Sunwoo groaned. “I’ll probably just vomit everything back up, anyway—I’m gonna nap.”
As soon as he turned his back, Younghoon inched closer to you on the seat, lips attached to the same place he had sucked hickies on. “This is so fun,” he giggled. “And just the beginning of the whole of it.”
~~
Who wants part 2 where you fuck sunwoo too!! Tell me if i should write it ahahahhaa
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[ warnings ⚠️!!! very dark themed romance, if cutting, blood or kissing scars bother you please feel free to scroll! read at your own risk ]
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[ sunwoo abusive romance fic ]
you sit on the bed silently as a hot tear fell through, landing on your satin nightie. you felt motionless as another cut on your arm was made, a heart.
as he adjusted the angle of the knife to make a curve, he looked up to see you, eyes hollow and grim, body frozen in place as you took in the pain of the scar. you almost couldn't feel it anymore by how many cuts you've gotten, but nonetheless, some tiny shot of pain still ripped through your wrists whenever the blade made contact with your skin, like a small injection almost.
"hey.. don't be sad. you know i don't like doing this but i'm doing this for you, so you can learn. hm? baby?" sunwoo's positive outlook on the situation only made you scoff, making him raise his eyebrows in slight surprise.
"what's wrong?"
you could only turn your head, all the energy you had previously dissolved as you stare at the blood on your wrist as he patiently cut the heart. the drops of blood travelled down your wrist, dripping continuously on the white cloth sunwoo had put under your wrist prior.
"us. everything is wrong with us sun, i thought we were perfect. but are we? are we perfect? is this what love is?" you begin to say, voice barely above as a whisper, little cracks evident in your tone.
he put down the blade for a moment then hugged you, you didn't resist yet also didn't reciprocate. he stroked your hair as he began to murmur the same words he'd already told you dozens of times before.
"of course we are. it's you and me y/n, of course we're bound to be perfect. what made you think we aren't?"
you smirk in irritation as you pushed him off of you gently then pull up your nightie, revealing countless healing and recently made cuts on your stomach, some in delicately carved shapes and some seemingly made in a loss of time.
he took the hand that previously lifted up your nightie and kissed it before pushing your body down lightly. he let go of your hand then lifted up your pajama once more. he placed your heart over your stomach, letting the blood from your wrist drip down on your stomach, covering your stomach with red fluid.
a minute or two passed as the blood balanced on your stomach before he wiped off your wrist completely, beginning to kiss and lick the blood of your stomach, sending small vibrations down your body with each lick.
as he reached his favorite scar of yours, the sun, he began to bite on the supple skin gently, until a small purple mark began to reveal itself. a small moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue suck on your skin.
once he was satisfied with the mark, he raised himself up to meet your face before pecking your forehead. "no one will love you as much as me. we were made for each other."
"please... never stop loving me."
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