uwu-dashie - Tumblr blog

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

𝐬𝐚𝐧 ― 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

𝐀 = affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

san is quite affectionate. he never fails to show his love through hugging or having some sort of physical touch with you. not only that but he also tends to get you things while he’s out and surprise you but his main form of showing affection is hugging you and smiling around you. you know he’s happy and comfortable when he’s touchy and smiley.

𝐁 = beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

he would be such a good best friend. he’s always doing his best to make sure you’re happy and he’s your shoulder to lean on. he’s always there for you and he has never once left your side; even in arguments he is still there. the friend would most likely start because a random conversation sparked up; something about san radiates “im gonna talk to this person in line” and while he’s in line waiting to get whatever it is he starts a conversation with you and from there you guys exchanged numbers and became friends.

𝐂 = cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

yes; he loves to cuddle. he is little a cuddle bug as much as he won’t verbally admit it everyone knows it once they feel his arms wrap around him. his touch is warm and his hug is quite inviting

𝐃 = domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

yes, yes, and yes. he wants to have a family so bad. he wants to marry and settle down sooo bad. he loves the thought of having something so precious and having something that is only his. he’s not bad at keeping things tidy and making some foods but there’s always room for improvement.

𝐄 = ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

oh man, this is hard. this would be a tough pill to swallow; the thought of even mentioning breaking up breaks him. he would approach you in person and tell you everything and why.

𝐅 = fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

he loves the thought of it; but he wouldn’t want to rush anything.

𝐆 = gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

he’s super gentle. his touch is gentle, the way he treats you is gentle, he cares about you so much and he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

𝐇 = hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

all the time, i see san as someone who constantly craves physical touch so any time he gets to receive or give you a hug he’s going to take the chance; his hugs are warm and always inviting he’s never made you feel as if his hugs were nothing

𝐈 = i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

it takes him a while to confess his love; it's not that he doesn't love you but he wants the timing to be right; he would be completely shattered if he said it too soon that you don't like him enough to love him.

𝐉 = jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he is super jealous; he might even the epitome of jealous and possessive. he loves you in a way where you wouldn't want someone else and albeit he knows that he can't help but think that someone is going to want YOU; you are godly in his eyes so when he sees someone trying to hit on you he immediately grabs onto your hand and places a kiss on your lips.

𝐊 = kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

lips, neck, somewhere on the upper body to be honest; he likes to leave soft longing kisses on your neck, especially when he's needy he will leave kisses on you; he likes to be kissed on his lips, he will pucker his lips in front of you and wait for a kiss.

𝐋 = little ones (how is he around children?)

i think he's good with children; but you wouldn't want him around children 24/7 because THAT might be a disaster

𝐌 = morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

he seems to be the type who wakes up early; if he's feeling energized then he will make breakfast; but sometimes he'll wake up, cuddle you a little closer and fall back asleep :')

𝐍 = night (how are nights spend with him?)

he sleeps well; some nights he's restless while some nights he's out like a light. he often keeps a show playing in the background or maybe even some white noise or some chill piano music in the background.

𝐎 = open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

he's not quick to open up; he takes awhile to open up but when he does he doesn't realize that he's telling you things about his life he's never told anyone. he doesn't say everything at once but things piece together as the relationship goes on.

𝐏 = patience (how easily angered is he?)

he's easily angered if you push the right buttons but he's usually pretty calm and willing to talk through any problems; although he often pretends to be angry when he's really not.

𝐐 = quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

he remembers everything from the little things to the big things he remembers EVERYTHING.

𝐑 = remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

he loves the moments where everything is just smiles and joy; the smile he gives you where his eyes are barely open and his cheeky smile is the brightest thing in the world. his sweet smile along with you sweet laugh that sounds like music to him is his favorite moment.

𝐒 = security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

he is super super super super duper pooper super protective; he protects you by keeping you close but also reminding you that he will always pick you over himself; he doesn't feel the need to be protected but he feels safest when he's with you in general.

𝐓 = try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he just wants you to be happy but he doesn't put his full effort into his dates; he's more of a let's see how the day goes kinda guy but on anniversaries he will go the extra mile without a doubt

𝐔 = ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

his possessive might get the best of him at times but it's not too bad; albeit he can get quite annoying sometimes.

𝐕 = vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

he does not care an ounce of what he looks like; as long as he looks good in your eyes he is perfectly fine <3

𝐖 = whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

honestly, no. i don't think he's the type of guy who would rely on someone to feel complete since he wants to eliminate any chance of heart break or attachment.

𝐗 = xtra (random headcanon for him)

although he can be possessive and sometimes annoying he is undoubtedly the best boyfriend ever; he is the sweetest boyfriend and the cutest little love bug ever.

𝐘 = yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

i don't think he would want someone who is inconsiderate or arrogant

𝐙 = zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

i feel like he's the type of guy to sleep in like a full set of pajamas but he's also the type of guy who like... lightly snores ㅠㅠ

445 notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

12:01

San’s eyes were bleary as he tried to focus on the blinding phone screen in front of him. The boys had just gotten back from the venue after the show, just settling into bed for the night.

Seeing your name flash across the screen he couldn’t help but smile before answering the call.

“Hi baby…”

You seemed tired, but your voice still held that familiar warmth. He missed you a lot. San loved touring and performing for his fans but there was nothing like spending a night at home with you.

He missed your presence, your cheesy jokes, your love and affection, but most importantly he missed your voice. There was something so soft and comforting to listen to you talk. He could listen to you all day long.

“Hey, it’s late you know? Did you need something hon?” He joked easily, there was never an awkward moment with you.

“I know, I just wanted to be the first to say it, Happy Birthday baby. I know I can’t celebrate it with you in person this year, but I can try my hardest to make it just as special.”

Warmth bloomed in San’s chest following your words, you had taken the time out of your busy work day to call him and wish him happy birthday at midnight?

In that moment he truly thought he didn’t deserve you.

“Thank you y/n, this means so much to me.”

206 notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

ateez - s/o cooking for them

genre: fluff

cw: none that i’m aware

summary: first time that ateez’s s/o cooks for them, includes lots of context.

disclaimer: this it’s a work of fiction made just for entertainment with no intention of being rude, based on my personal view of the members.

members under the cut

seonghwa was the one that did the cooking most of the time, but since he told you that his schedule was going to be heavy you decided to surprise him with a warm, home made, meal. you knew his schedule so you started just in time, when seonghwa entered home he was welcome with an amazing smell that he followed all the way to the kitchen, were he found you getting the table ready. you both starter eating, he didn’t knew if it was because he was exhausted but it was the best meal he’ve ever had.

hongjoong has been locked in the studio for some days now, busy with the upcoming comeback and you wanted to make sure he was eating something more than take out and snacks so you made him a meal. as soon as it was ready you packed everything and rushed to the studio before it got cold. you didn’t told him your plan because you wanted to surprise him, and he was surprised. the first thing hongjoong notice was the smell, then you presence in the studio, and finally he tasted the amazing meal you made for him.

yunho arrived by surprise to your place on a random day, just before you started making dinner, so you offered to cook for him too and he accepted, wanting to get to know your cooking. he patiently waited sitting there, his appetite getting bigger and bigger as the food smelled better and better. when it was ready he rushed to get the table done. yunho didn’t knew you cooked so good so he complained a lot that you kept that as a secret and warn you to expect more surprise visits to your place on meal times.

yeosang cleared some time form his schedule to be with you because it was your anniversary, you wanted to make something special for him, making the food instead of buying it, as it was planned. yeosang arrived earlier than expected so he found you in the kitchen, fully concentrated in the food and he fell in love with that sight, falling deeper as the food started to smell better, the looks and the taste were even better, he loved everything you gave him that day. does the cleaning because he’s so thankful.

san was sick so he missed that day’s activities, you knew he must feel really bad about that so you went to the dorms to make him a soup to help him with his illness and to make him company. when you arrived san was asleep so you started cooking in silence. by the time he woke up the smell of the meal was strong so he went straight to the kitchen. san didn’t wanted to get to close because he didn’t wanted you to get ill too, but he felt like kissing you the moment he started eating, swears to you he’s already better when he finishes.

mingi and you planned a sleep over at your place because it’s been a long time since you could spend lots of time together. for a whole week mingi stayed at your place, eating your home made meals and falling in love with every single one of them. the last day before he went back to the dorms you made his favourite to give him a yummy good bye and he enjoyed every single bite. first meal back at the dorm and you have mingi on call and in tears because the food they gave him isn’t as good as yours.

wooyoung usually took some of his time to teach you some dishes, not because he wanted to stop doing the meals but because he wanted you to know a new and important skill. one day he was craving a specific meal but he was way too busy to make it, so you went to the dorms to cook it for him and the boys while they were away. you were insecure because it was your first time cooking without him, and wooyoung was a bit scared too, but it all passed when he tried it and loved it. so he taught you all his favourite meals.

jongho knew you wanted to cook for him, so you decided a time and a place, your home, because he knew it would be easier in a kitchen you knew. he arrived earlier because he wanted to help, but you denied and told him to help with the table instead. jongho didn’t wanted to admit it, but he had high hopes for your cooking because you sent him pictures of the things you cooked often, and every single expectation was surpassed. he loved your food and let you know it, watching you blush at the compliments.

128 notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

ateez - when they realise they love you

genre: fluff

cw: none that i’m aware

requested by annon

summary: different situations in which the ateez members realise they love their s/o

disclaimer: this it’s a work of fiction made for entertainment with no intention of being rude bas on my personal view of the members.

members under the cut

seonghwa: when he smiles while he looks at you.

he likes to look at you and know better you based on your face expressions. did your face light up while looking at something or did it change to a disgust one? he wants to notice every single change, even if it’s small but what he failed to notice was his own expression change, a smile got on his face every time he looked at you, heart full of joy just because you were by his side. his big smile was enough proof of how into you he was, loving every expression you made, loving everything about you.

hongjoong: when he doesn’t feels shy

he can get shy really easily and when it’s about his work he gets protective. he doesn’t wants to show it around unless it’s complete and perfect, but when working on new projects he started thinking in showing it to you so he started inviting you over to the studio, shows you his work and feels so happy when you compliment it, and slowly he stoped feeling shy and started feeling excited every time he showed you something. your encouraging words made him fell harder for you and motivate him to keep working hard.

yunho: when he makes time to be with you.

as an idol his schedule it’s really busy, you knew it before dating and you told him it was okey. but he often found himself trying to clear time every week to spend it with you, even if it was just for a hurried lunch he was so exited and looking forward to it everyday before that. every moment he spends with you it’s so precious that he keeps looking for ways to be with you. even if its for a short time being with you makes him so happy and when he founds out you move your schedule to match his free times he knows you feel the same.

yeosang: when he talks about his bad days

he’s a shy boy often keeps his feelings for himself because he doesn’t wants to bother anyone else with his problems. but after a particularly hard day all he can think about it’s go home, find a safe space and call you to tell you all about it, and that’s what he does. you hear him talk non stop, and when the time came you gave some advices and comforting words. he felt understood and in a better mood. something that’s hard for him felt so easy with you and he doesn’t wants to let go that special connection.

san: when he acted like himself.

having the pressure of looking good all the time because of his job made him feel like he had to act like that with everyone else and it was exhausting, but the time he spend with you he didn’t felt that way, he was comfortable and safe without the expectations of being something else than himself. being alone with you was the most comfortable his ever been in a while and he wanted to feel that way all the time. the love and safety that only you can give him.

mingi: when he holds hands with out noticing.

at the beginning of the relationship he was too shy to start skinship, he loved it and you knew it so you tired to convince him it was okey, but he didn’t wanted to make you uncomfortable or think he was too much. one day you’re out in a date and he holds your hand out of instinct and you wrap your fingers around his hand because you didn’t wanted to let go, it makes you feel safe and loved and mingi knows because it makes him feel the same. but you had to tell him because he wouldn’t notice on his own.

wooyoung: when you understand his love language.

he has a particular way of show love and he’s well aware of it. he knows it can be too much but he can’t avoid it when he’s so happy and in love it makes him want to show it, so when you started to take part of it, bitting him back, saying ”i love you” in the same loud tone he did, wooyoung realised those feelings were real. and he started doing it even more often, bitting you in random scenarios and waiting for you to bite back, kissing you mid sentence and you doing the same. he was so in love and didn’t had to yell it at random times.

jongho: when skinship doesn’t feels bad

he’s not a fan of physical touch and you know it so you limit it. but he made an effort in giving you hugs and cuddles, and he was beyond surprised when it didn’t felt awful. with the right amount of skinship he felt comfortable and loved. eventually he found himself wanting that form of affection but only from you, not all the time but it gave him a feeling of connection he didn’t felt before. it felt good and now he knew his feelings for you were special, just like your hugs.

n/a: shorter than usual but made with love

720 notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

# 2

pairing: dokyeom x f!reader

contains: intercourse

prompt: "look at me" (source)

a/n: ok i know that not much is happening here, but i'm having fun with these prompts. hi @starlightjoong!

fucking you is not seokmin's preferred way of making you feel better after a long day - he'd much rather draw a bath for you or sing for you or cuddle you to sleep, instead of doing something that gives him pleasure too. but you were very insistent today about wanting to feel your boyfriend's skin against yours, so here he is - slowly fucking his length into you, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he sucks the sensitive spot near your collarbone.

the position would work wonders for you on a usual day, but it's been a particular hard week - and you're itching to see your boyfriend while you make love. you pull his hair lightly, murmuring his name softly. he raises his head at once, knowing that you want something.

"what is it, baby?", a hand moves up from your hip to cup your cheek, "want me to go faster?"

"no, just -", one would think you'd be better at voicing your needs after being with seokmin for years, but in your defense, the feeling of his cock in you always renders you incoherent, "look at me. please?"

there are probably a hundred more eloquent ways to express your request, but seokmin understands what you mean at once, adjusting his position slightly and whispering an "ofcourse", keeping his eyes focused on your face.

"that better?", he thrusts shallowly, smiling when you nod and whimper out a yes, "you just have to tell me, baby. i love looking at you".

500 notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

The second you stepped inside your shared bedroom with a heavy sigh, Mingyu already knew what you needed. He pushed himself up to lay his back against the headboard. "Bad day, baby?"

"Yeah. Who knew online college would be worse?" You sighed, kicking off your house shorts leaving you with your panties and shirt (but really, it was Mingyu's shirt) on.

Mingyu simply opened his arms and let you fall into them with an 'oomph!' and a small laugh. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, wrapped an arm around your shoulders while his free hand soothed your back.

"Love you," you mumbled against his neck. "You're the best."

Your boyfriend chuckles at this. "Only the best for you, my love." You feel Mingyu's hand start to move down to your lower back and over your clothed ass. "Love you too, sweetheart. Let me help you relax, okay?"

"M'kay,"

Mingyu lifts your thigh over his torso, gently running his hand over your skin. He presses another kiss to the top of your head before letting his fingers slide further up your thigh, running them over your clothed heat.

You let out a sigh at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your cunt, your wetness slowly seeping through the thin materials of your panties.

"You always work so hard, sweetheart." Mingyu coos, pulling your panties aside. You moan into his neck when the pads of his fingers slide along your wet folds.

"My best girl." He says just as he sinks two fingers into your throbbing heat, making you grip at his bare shoulder. "Gonna take good care of you, my love." He mutters, fingers slowly working your hole.

"Gyu, baby," you whine, arm wrapping around his neck to pull yourself impossibly closer to your boyfriend.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" He asks, his other hand running down your back in a soothing manner as he burries his fingers deeper into your cunt, a breathless moan falling from your lips. "That's it, baby. I got you,"

The slow pace of his fingers moving in and out of your hole and his hand running over your back was making you feel all warm but fuck, you could feel his cock nudging against your thigh and you wanted more—you wanted to feel him inside you, all over you.

"Gyu," you manage to whisper shakily. "Please,"

"What do you need, sweetheart?" A whine leaves your lips as he slowly pulls out his fingers from your cunt.

"You," you look up at him through your lashes, arm tightening around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. "Want you so bad."

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Just want you, Gyu. Please," Your eyes were starting to glisten with tears and Mingyu coos, tucking your hair behind your ear before leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

"You never have to beg with me, sweetheart." He moves you on to your back, hovering over you. Mingyu leans in to press your lips together in a soft kiss while he slides his sweats and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free, slapping against his toned abdomen.

He pulls away to look at you as he moves your panties to the side before sliding his cock over your aching cunt. "You have me, baby." He says, finally pushing deep inside you.

665 notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

NNN

Day 18. Dumbification

Pairing: husband!Tetsuro Kuroo x f!reader

Synopsis: Will Kuroo be able to survive No Nut November?

Warning: thigh riding, cunnilingus, doggy style, dirty talk, dumbification, creampie, pet name, multiple orgasms

wc: + 1 k

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated.

Kinktober m.list

Keep reading

7K notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Note

How ateez members would feel once they see you not wearing a bra and they can feel your tits

Hope you enjoy lovelies

---------------------------------------------------------------------

Hongjoong

Okay! Two reason on why hed live to have you continue and try to convince you to throw all your bras away! 1. I get the vibes that he would definitely be into the whole “free the nipple” vibes and he knows it keeps you comfortable and he wants his baby to feel free 24/7. 2. Just giving you hugs and you giving him back hugs and having your nipples touch his body would just heat him up and if he couldn’t touch you that whole day it would eat him alive, when you do this that one time he’s always hiding your bras and telling you to give him hugs!

Seonghwa

At first he finds this precious, he’s like “awe my baby is comfortable around me” but now when the nipples start poking through the shirt he’s done, I feel like he’d keep the house cold just naturally which adds onto the fact if you wear no bra your nipples will not hide in your shirt and he loves that, I feel like he’s a guy that just lived everything about your chest!

Yunho

His tongue and your nipple are coming in contact and that’s final, if he can please you by wrapping his mouth around one of his favorite things on your body then he’ll do it. I feel like he’ll lay his head on your chest and would just take one in his mouth because he knows it excites you and he loves that reaction when you gasp once he nibbles on it a little.

Yeosang

LET HIM GIVE YOU A BACK HUG! Cannot stress it enough because when he gave you that back hug, put his hands up your shirt, and felt your bare breasts in his hands you could immediately hear his little gasp in your ear before he would let out a chuckle or smile in your neck, he would also promote no bra! Come to the point where if you were lingerie with just panties or those sheer bras hes gonna stare extremely

San

I feel like it would start with a sheer bra, like you wearing one of his tee shirts and when he hugs you he’ll groan feeling the bra, bra is gone, he doesn’t like them! I swear san is the type to feel the bra under your shirt and will start whining like a baby so when your braless this man couldn’t be anymore happier, now if your obviously wear one to go out he’s not gonna whine but as soon as you come through the door his rubbing your shoulders and secretly taking it off

Mingi

He’s quiet, I feel like he wouldn’t let you know how excitedly is. It’s not because he’s shy or anything I just have this feeling that if you guys are watching a movie or something hill just put his hands in your shirt for warmth (braornot) but now the first ever time he will be slightly surprised and will probably rub his thumbs over your nipples! ALSO TIT JOBS! Like if you suggested he would love that offer

Wooyoung

Would do anything is his power to help you say no to bras! He will hide them anywhere like you could probably find them all in the trunk of his car, in his bag, he’ll hide them in his jacket pockets, like if you have a low cut top on, he will promote no bra to show natural plus that is just how I feel he is in a relationship that if your comfortable with natural why not go natural

Jongho

He wouldn’t freak out but he would on the inside and it’s not because your shirtless it’s more of the fact that you’ve grown comfortable with him, comfort is a big thing for him and you guys relationship so every time you go no bra or do anything out of your comfort zone like that with him he’s always telling you how cute you look and how comfortable you seem and how much he loves it

407 notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

Inexperienced

pairing – lee know x reader

word count – 6.2 k

warnings – virgin!reader, dilf!minho, sir kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, breeding kink, masturbation (f and m), squirting, blowjob, creampie, unprotected sex

note – english is not my first language and i didn't read this before uploading, so i apologize for any mistakes made in advance!

ever since he saw you walking into his office, minho knew you were going to cause him trouble.

it might have been your innocent looks or how you knew so much about everything and nothing at the same time, but he couldn’t help his attraction towards you. the way you talked, walked and moved bewitched him since the very first time you set foot into his office.

“i’m y/n, sir” you had said with both of your hands behind your back, bowing down politely to him, “thank you so much for this opportunity”.

and just like that, you never left his mind. he would never admit it out loud, nor to his work partners or himself, but he would often dream about you in his sleep. touching your soft skin, ripping those cute dresses from your body, teaching you all sorts of things he was sure you had never experienced before. however, as soon as the sun rises, he is forced to lock down all those filthy desires, only releasing them once he comes back from work, finishing his day by stroking himself to the thought of you.

“you wanted to see me, sir?” you questioned, your head slightly poking through his office door.

sir. it didn’t matter how many times you had used that title on him, he could never get enough of it.

“y/n, come in” he mumbled, leaving the sheets of papers he was reading on his desk. you walked in holding the strap of your purse on your shoulder, wondering what could possibly your boss need from you on a friday night. “can you please close the door for me?”

you did as you were told even though the task was rather pointless since the whole building had been empty for at least 30 minutes now, no noise or person could ever interrupt that little meeting between the two of you.

“is there something i can do for you?” you asked, walking slowly towards the two individual sofas placed in front of minho’s desk. he signaled you to them, a silent request for you to take a seat.

“your internship period is about to end soon” he mumbled, his whole body resting its weight on the comfortable leather office chair. “you are aware of that, aren’t you?”

“yes sir” you replied, swallowing hard in anticipation. you knew where this whole conversation was going, when you got the interview you were told that, based on your performance, there was a small possibility for you to move from an internship to a full-time job.

but you were simply not ready to hear the verdict from him.

“i had a meeting today, with my co-workers,” he continued, playing with his fingers as he penetrative gaze fixed on you. “we talked and evaluated your performance as an intern”.

you sat there in silence, tilting your head slightly as you waited for his response, but he didn’t continue on talking.

“so?”

“they said very nice things about you, you should know that” he replied, giving you a soft smile that almost resembled a smirk, a twisted feeling growing up in your lower abdomen as the meeting continued, “but you already know that, at the end of the day, the only decision that matters is mine”.

you nodded slightly, setting your gaze on the hems of your dress in an attempt to avoid maintaining eye contact with him, your mind being too weak to even bear such a small action.

“and what do you think, sir?”

minho licked his lips slowly, his whole body burning at the image of you struggling to even look at him. “i think you are doing great” he finally responded, a small sigh escaping your lips as if you were holding your breathing waiting for his verdict “i would love to have you working for me”.

your eyes finally dared to take a look at him, and you gave him the brightest smile he had ever seen on you “thank you, sir”.

“don’t thank me” minho insisted, feeling shivers all over his body once your glossy eyes found his, “you did it all by yourself”.

you smiled again, feeling ten times more relieved than when you walked through his office. “is there anything else i can do for you or…?”

“do you have somewhere to be?” he inquired, a faint smirk appearing on his face again.

feeling sexually attracted to minho was nothing new inside of your mind, but you were too embarrassed about it to admit it. you were probably the youngest among the people working there, probably most unexperienced in life as well, so you spent the last six months trying to convince yourself that, if minho were to fuck one of his subordinates it was definitely not going to be you.

even so, you constantly found yourself squeezing your thighs together whenever he was around, your mind traveling to forbidden places and dreaming about your whole body being completely used for his own pleasure.

“not really” you answered, your heart pathetically racing at nothing but a trivial question “what about you?”

“what about me?” he let out a deep laugh, making you think that maybe your question was out of place. maybe it was but, to be fair, your mind was working in pilot mode ever since you dared to make eye-contact with him. “i’ll just go home, have a drink and work some more”.

“i’ll probably end up doing the same thing” you admitted “minus the drinking part”.

“you don’t drink?”

“it makes me sleepy”

“ahhh” minho hummed, nodding as a sign of understanding. “one would’ve thought that women in their twenties usually spend their weekends partying and drinking”.

“one would’ve thought that men in their thirties usually spend their weekends at bars or having expensive dinners” you counter-attacked. whoever heard that talk between you and your boss would’ve been weirded out, however, he always made sure to establish a relaxed work atmosphere with all his co-workers and subordinates, so this wasn’t really new to you.

“don’t get me wrong” he assured, his head slightly rolling to the back until it hit the backrest of his chair, “i do enjoy going out, but this has been a stressful week and i’d rather spend the weekend at home”.

“why don’t i-” you started talking, but your tongue didn’t seem to be connected with your mind. “why don’t i give you a shoulder massage?”. he tilted his head at you in confusion, both of his dark eyes fixing on the way your lips trembled after finishing that controversial sentence, “it sometimes helps”.

he thought long about your suggestion, but he couldn’t turn it down. not when you were basically putting yourself on a silver tray for him, even if that was not your initial intention.

but little did he know that, just like him, you went home every night thinking about all the things you were willing to let him do to you.

“go ahead” he finally gave in, his body tensing up instead of relaxing as soon as you left your seat to walk towards him.

you knew what you wanted, but you never thought you were going to be this close to get it. with that being said, and after he gave you permission to touch him, your mind went completely blank. you didn’t think he would agree to it, but now both of your hands were placed on his broad shoulders trying to release him from the burn out stress, your senses completely numb as you heard faint groans trying to escape his lips every time you stimulated his muscles.

“just like that” he sighed, rolling his head slightly back with both of his eyes closed. the rather sinful noises that were coming out of his lips made you reconsider your whole twisted act, but you couldn’t even begin to regret it. not when the soft fabric of his shirt was against the palms of your hands, his head tilted back with his soft lips parted, almost inviting you to place a kiss on them “your hands feel heavenly”.

and even though the context of the situation was not exactly sexual, you found yourself squeezing your thighs together while your hands rubbed against his shoulders, your tight cunt clenching around thin air and begging to be filled.

“sir…” you whispered, your exes admiring the grimaces of pleasure and pain reflected in his face “does it feel good?”

he let out a deep sigh before opening his eyes, his gaze feeling ten times heavier than usual and making your whole body tremble in its place, the pressure of your hands on his shoulder increasing as a couple of silent seconds passed by.

“what are you doing?” he bluntly asked, your whole body freezing completely from your head to the tip of your toes.

i should’ve think this whole thing through.

“i’m sorry” you panted, your anxiety almost eating you alive. in the heat of the moment, all you wanted was to approach him, but you failed to consider that maybe he didn’t want you in that way or, in the worst case scenario, that this could end up pretty bad for you. “i-” you stuttered, your hands abandoning his shoulders in order to walk towards your previous seat, ready to grab your purse and leave his office.

“did i tell you to stop?” his soft voice questioned again, your heart now racing at 1000 miles per hour. “keep on going, y/n” he ordered, his eyes admiring the fear and confusion plastered in your face.

you stood near his chair for a few seconds, your mind going blank and your whole body completely disconnected from your brain. however, you understood that this opportunity was probably going to be one in a million so, with all the fear in the world, your hands returned to its original place, his head rolling back again at the feeling of your warm touch.

“i asked you a question though” he mumbled while closing his eyes, his breathing getting heavier as time passed. “are you going to answer me?”

“i- i’m not… i’m not doing anything, sir” you answered, biting your lower lip as you continued on working on his shoulders.

“right” he sighed, one of his hands caressing the arms of the chair he was sitting on. a couple of minutes passed by in silence, your hands maneuvering his muscles while occasional groans and sighs left his mouth.

“well, y/n, that would be it,” he mumbled in between groans, his hands loosening the tie he was wearing while his body settled down on his seat “you can go home now”.

your hands withdrew from your body, the burning sensation of the shirt’s soft fabric getting imprinted in your skin. you looked at him for a few seconds, your mind battling between shooting your shot or picking up your things and leave his office.

however, shooting your shot was definitely a plan without steps. you wanted his attention and his desire but, other than that, you were not quite sure what you else wanted from him. a kiss? his touch? his words?

“sir” you whispered, looking at minho’s hands going through the paperwork on his table. his gaze lifted up slightly to find you again playing with your hands.

“yes?” he asked with such an endearing, yet intimidating, tone. you looked at him in silence and he did the same thing, licking his lips while his eyes traveled from your gaze to your mouth. “y/n, i can’t read minds, you need to use your words”.

and fueled by the way he looked at you, you took all the courage to speak up “can i stay a little longer?”

it was impossible for him not to smirk at your voice saying those 6 magic words while knowing the meaning behind them. he understood what you meant, but he also needed you to be completely clear about it.

“and what exactly do you want to do?” he questioned, standing from his seat as he walked towards you. “do you have any more questions about the meeting i had today or-”

“can i kiss you?” you asked, taking him by surprise. to be completely honest, never in your life you had felt more stupid than you did right now, standing in front of him with your rosy cheeks, your whole skin burning while both of your hands were behind your back.

you were twenty one years old asking for an older man to kiss you as if you were a teenager. you were going to be lucky as fuck if he didn’t laugh in your face at such dumb request.

“you want to kiss me?” he inquired again, his body moving too close to yours. the air that you were breathing finally mixed with him, your chest feeling heavy every time he tilted his head at mere centimeters from your face. “since when do you want to kiss me?”

“a while” you admitted, “i just want to know how it feels like”.

“you’ve never kissed anyone before?” he replied with a surprised tone in his voice, maybe too surprising for your own liking.

“no, i have” you were quick to answer “but i want to feel how it’s like to kiss you”.

“do you want to kiss me,” he continued “or do you want me to kiss you?”

“what’s the difference?” you asked, only to fall completely in silence once he pressed his lips against yours.

and only then, you understood the difference of what he meant.

his lips attacked yours slowly, parting them slightly to allow his tongue inside of you, licking and tasting every single place of your mouth. his hands, that were once inside the pockets of his black pants, were now resting on your hips as he pulled you in closer, feeling the heat of his body a hundred times more than you did before.

you couldn’t help but moan against him once you felt his teeth gripping your lower lips, the painful sting sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.

he was a good kisser, even better than what you had imagined him to be.

“what else do you want?” he questioned in between kisses, his shortness of breath covering your whole skin with goosebumps.

“do you want to do something with me?” you boldly ask, however, your voice never left its sweet and calming tone, something that drove him insane.

“there are a lot of things i want to do with you, y/n” he admitted, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck “but i’m not sure if i’m allowed to do them”.

“why not?” you sighed, one of your hands traveling all the way to his hair while you pushed his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“i’m not sure what your limits are”.

“you can test them” you mumbled with broken words, your body trembling every time his teeth gripped your soft skin “it would be the first time someone does that”.

he stopped kissing you for a bit while his eyes fixed on yours for mere seconds. “you haven’t-”

“no” you replied without leaving him any more time to finish his question, even though you knew what he was going to ask “the most extreme thing i’ve done is kissing someone”.

he looked at you in awe, but it was different this time. you’d dare to say that your words excited him, but you could be wrong: maybe he liked experienced women, or someone who was not as immature as you were.

however, your doubts were all cleared out once a devilish smile appeared on his face.

“are you familiar with the traffic-light system, y/n?” he inquired, taking your hand and guiding you all the way to the leather chair he was sitting at the beginning of the meeting. he sat down with both of his legs slightly parted, one of his hands palming his lap for you to sit on. you licked your lips in anticipation as you placed both of your legs on each side of his thighs, sitting right on top of his growing bulge.

it was inevitable but, as soon as your hot clothed core made contact with his erection, you let out a soft moan earning a smirk from the man himself.

“say green if you want me to keep going, yellow if you are unsure and red if you want me to stop” he ordered, placing both of his hands on your ass while lifting you dress up “understood?”

you nodded, gasping as his nails digged into the soft flesh of your ass and thighs, the coldness of his rings sending sparks of electricity inside you, specially to your nipples that were painfully hard under your top underwear.

“color?”

“green”

one of his hands traveled to your back as he pulled you in closer, kissing you for the second time in the night. however, this time it felt needier, hungrier. his lips moved faster than before and you were not quite sure if you liked this pace more than the slow, sensual one. but as soon as you felt his tongue grazing against yours, your mind went completely blank again. your hips involuntarily grinded against him, making you moan against his lips while he held you close to him.

“look, y/n” he muttered with a hitched breath, breaking the kiss from time to time “look how your body reacts under my touch”.

you moaned once again at his words, bucking your hips with even more eagerness once you realized that it came natural. he gripped your butt harshly once again, his hand moving away for a few seconds only to be replaced by the sting of a spank, making you gasp in pain. “color?”

“green, sir”.

he continued on kissing you while you rode his lap, receiving spanks from time to time while you moaned against his lips. “have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?” he asked, breaking the kiss completely.

you nodded with an accelerating breath, realizing how uncomfortable the clothes you were wearing felt against your sweaty body. “tell me about it” he pleaded, his hands gripping your hips while he guided your movements on his lap “tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.''

you gave him a hesitant look, always being too shy to say those kinds of things out loud. however, you were already too out of your mind and completing such a task was not going to be hard, specially when your dripping cunt was brushing over and over his erection.

“i think about you fucking me” you mumbled, bucking your hips on top of him “i dream about your voice telling me how good i feel around you, your hands touching every single part of my body”.

“is that what you truly want?” he questioned again.

“yes, sir” you replied “i want you to be the first man to fuck me”.

he couldn’t understand why, but your words only made his cock harder against his pants. he always dreamed about ruining you, using your body as he pleased. he dreamed about railing you to tears, making you unable to think or speak other than his name. but finding out that you were a virgin excited him in ways he couldn’t describe. knowing that he was going to be the first one to truly ruin you completely was something he never thought about but truly needed.

without asking any more questions, he lifted you from his lap, standing up as well in the process. he rested your body on his desk, lifting your dress over your arms to completely get rid of it.

“color?” he questioned while the tip of his digits caressed the hems of your underwear, watching the piece of clothing completely soaked once you opened your legs for him.

“green” you sighed, your heart skipping a bit as minho’s hands dragged your underwear along your legs and off of your body.

he took a step back to admire you completely, his gaze focusing particularly on your dripping pussy, thinking about how many times he could cum inside of his pants just with that sight.

“are you always this wet, y/n?” minho mumbled, licking his lips in despair, not being able to wait any more to take a taste from you.

“only when i think about you” you admitted, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were grasping the edge of his desk.

“you have a good mouth” minho admitted, kneeling before you and placing both of your legs over his shoulders, his hot breath now caressing your exposed cunt “can you use it to moan my name?”

you looked at him nervously, your legs fairly spreaded for him to dive in your cunt with his finger and mouth.

you had fucked yourself with your fingers before, but they were probably not as good as his. even though you were lubricated with your own juices, you were afraid to feel any kind of unpleasant pain

“i promise you it will feel good” he muttered against the skin of your thighs as if he was reading your mind, “if you don’t like it, i’ll stop”.

you nodded again, your head falling back instantly as soon as you felt his hot tongue rubbing against your bundle of nerves, not giving you any time to prepare yourself for such an intense sensation.

the sight of having him in between your legs was something that you were not going to forget, his cold gaze fixed on how your breasts bounced every time you moved or how the grimaces of pleasure ruined your innocent features. you moaned his name over and over, your hands pushing his face further to intensify the feeling of his mouth against your throbbing cunt.

“fuck, sir-” you whined, arching your back as soon as you felt one of his fingers inside your pussy “fuck, fuck, fuck”

“does it feel good, y/n?” he groaned.

“god, it feels amazing” you gasp, your hips grinding against his face at a brutal pace “please don’t stop sir, please”.

“i won’t” minho’s deep voice mumbled “i won’t stop until you cum on my mouth”.

soon, you started feeling a familiar sensation on your lower abdomen and back. it felt like those times you touched yourself on your own, but ten times more powerful. both of your legs started to shake around him but he was quick to hold one of them in place with his free hand. “keep them open for me, baby” he ordered, “we are almost there”.

once he felt you were ready, he inserted one more finger inside you. his tongue collected the last taste of your scent before abandoning your clit, the thumb of his opposite hand that was holding your leg a few seconds ago replacing it.

“sir, i don’t think i’ve felt this before” you cried, the task of keeping your legs opened becoming way too hard for you to handle it.

“it’s going to be alright” he cooed with accelerated breath, his fingers curling up inside you while they hit that sweet spot repeatedly. “does this feel good?”

“it does” you whined, almost screaming. your hips bucked against his fingers aggressively as his thumb rubbed your clit in circles, driving you to the edge in almost no time. “sir, it feels weird- fuck”.

“i know, y/n” he panted, licking his lips at the sight of your wetness making a mess on his work desk. “just let go, baby”.

as soon as you felt the knot coming undone, you opened your eyes to find him in front of you. his veins popping up on his arms and neck, his swollen pink lips glistening with the mixture of his saliva and your arousal, his loosened tie and the painful erection brushing against one of your thighs was just what you needed to come undone on his fingers.

“that’s a good girl” he praised, his whole body ablazing at your attempt to keep your eyes on him and failing almost immediatly, your eyes going completely blank and empty as soon as you reached your first high. “look at you, y/n, already learning how to take my fingers”.

“minho-” you painfully moaned, the first time you ever referred to him by his name instead of the title you have him.

“keep on going, y/n” he ordered, his fingers abusing your throbbing cunt at a faster pace than before “keep on saying my name until you are done”.

“minho” you screamed again, your throat now completely dry “god, it feels so fucking good”.

“i know, baby” he mumbled, still curling up his fingers inside you and making your whole body shake under him "the way you are clenching around my fingers says it all".

and with only one more thrust of them inside you, your arousal took complete control of your body. however, this time was nothing like when you touched yourself on your own.

it was far from being the same.

his whole desk got covered with your juices, both of your thighs glistening with your arousal as minho's hand smeared it all over you. "oh my fucking god" you gasped, your eyes instantly falling at the mess you just made both on his desk and him.

"you did so, so well" he praised, his soaked fingers forcing themselves inside of your mouth. "look at you, taking your boss's fingers like this".

"i am sorry" you mumbled still with his fingers inside of your mouth, drooling all over them while your cheeks turned red, "i made a mess".

"why are you embarrassed, baby?" his soft voice ask, thrusting his fingers inside of your mouth while you sucked on them, "this is just the proof of how good i can make you feel".

"i didn't know it would feel this good" you panted, still trying to recover from the nerve-wrecking arousal you just had. "it felt better than when i do it by my own"

"of course, y/n" he mumbled while letting out a deep laugh, somewhat moved and aroused by your pureness. "i promised you i was going to make you feel good".

you looked at him and then lowered your gaze to his throbbing bulge, too evident for him to even try to hide it. "what?“

"can i?" you softly asked, your eyes fixed on his tight black pants.

"do you want to suck me off?" he asked, both of his hands unclenching his belt without losing any more time "have you done that before?"

you shook your head, standing up from his desk while minho's body sat down on the same leather chair as before. he didn't bother to take his clothes off, only freeing his painfully hard cock from his pants and underwear.

"come here, y/n" he ordered, making you kneel almost instantly in front of him. you licked your lips in excitement, curious about how it would feel to have your boss's cock stretching your mouth deliciously. "do you want me to teach you how to properly suck my cock, baby?"

you looked at him in the eyes and nodded again, your small hands instinctively traveling to his cock, touching it and stroking him slightly.

"open your mouth for me" he commanded, smiling at how quick you followed his order by sticking your tongue out. "come closer, lick the tip of my cock".

you flattened your tongue around the pink head, the taste of his pre-cum flooding your senses while you eagerly started to suck him off like a lollipop, moved by only your instincts.

"you have always been a quick learner" he groaned, his hands caressing your hair as he maintained eye-contact with you, his cold gaze getting you wet all over again. "keep on sucking me like that, all the way down baby".

after a few attempts, you managed to take half of his length inside of your mouth, hearing faint laughs as you failed to do so without tearing up or crying. "you look so precious like this" he moaned, "your cute eyes tearing up while having my cock halfway down your throat, drooling all over it".

"mhm?" you hummed having him inside you, sending waves of pleasure all along his body.

"mhm, y/n" he repeated, his hand slightly pushing your mouth even more on his cock. "give me your hand" he ordered, "and try to hold your breath for me, can you do that?"

you nodded giving him a last glance before closing your eyes, his hands forcing his whole length inside you making him groan against you. "that's my good fucking girl" he panted, repeatedly guiding your movements on his cock "such a big girl now, aren't you?"

you squeezed his hand and he took it as a sign to let go of you, breathing frantically as soon as you were able to catch some air.

"it's not that hard, is it baby?" he questioned, "you managed to take your first cock this well".

you gave him a soft smile with glossy eyes, his cock twitching almost instantly at the sight. "color?" he asked, his digits brushing your hand slightly.

"green, sir" you mumbled, looking at his cock and clenching at the imagination of how it would feel stretching your inner walls, "i want to".

"mhm?" he asked, getting off from his seat and placing your body over the messy desk, your whole body getting dirty with your fluids, "you really want me to be your first?"

"i have dreamed about this for months now, sir" you whispered, opening your legs and exposing your throbbing cunt for him once again, "i want to take you, even if it hurts".

"i'll make sure to make you feel good, y/n" he mumbled one of his hands opening the drawer to pull out a small, metallic package, "you don't need to be afraid, i will take care of you".

"actually, sir-" you intervened before he could open the condom, "i want to feel you completely".

having the package in between his teeth, he gave you a filthy look. almost as filthy as the image of his throbbing cock exposed, while still being fully clothed.

"are you sure?" he asked, hoping that the answer coming out of your lips was a yes instead of a no.

"mhm" you hummed "please, fuck me raw".

you didn't have to tell him twice before he threw the package away, his saliva-coated cock tracing your slit slightly, making your whole body shudder. "it might hurt at first, baby" he mumbled, his jaw clenched at the warm feeling of your slippery cunt against his length, "but once you get used to it, you are going to love having me inside".

you opened your legs even more for him, signaling that you were ready to receive him.

slowly, his cock entered your tight walls little by little, making both of your hands grasp for dear life on his desk.

"god, it hurts" you admitted, your eyes closing shut at the overwhelming feeling.

he wouldn't admit it out loud, but knowing that he was inflicting you pain turned him on in ways he couldn't explain. your cunt was tight, maybe to the point that it could make him cum in less than a minute or two, but he was determined to make you cum one last time before he had his sweet released.

"shhhh" he whispered, looking at how the tears started to prick in the corners of your eyes, "i know you can take me, y/n".

his length finally filled you up completely and he stood there inside you for a few seconds, giving you the chance to adjust yourself to his girth.

"your cock feels so big inside me, sir" you panted, still with your eyes closed as you tried to bear the pain. "it fills me up just fine".

"you have no idea how many times i've cum by thinking about you this way" minho grunted, both of his hands resting on his hips. "every night i touched myself thinking about you, about your pretty face covered in my cum, your pretty breasts bouncing as i pound you hard and your tight cunt clenching around me, making me cum inside you".

it was at his last sentence where he felt you clenching almost aggressively around him, biting your lip as your back slightly arched against the desk.

"you would like that?" he questioned, "you want me to cum inside you?"

and there it was again, the same feeling.

"don't tell me you have dreamed about that too" he whispered, his hips moving slowly only to slam his cock inside you again earning a gasp out of you.

"that's why i wanted it r-raw" you mumbled with broken words, the painful feeling suddenly becoming pleasure in a matter of seconds, "i fantasize about you filling me up with your cum".

and just like that, a spark ignited inside of minho's body.

he always felt attracted to your innocent and bubbly aura, how you managed to be sensual and sweet at the same time. he never thought about your sexual preferences or what you liked in bed, he just truly enjoyed the image of you being completely ruined by him, no matter what your likes and dislikes were.

but now that he had you in front of him, admitting to fantasizing about being breeded with zero sexual experience whatsoever… it made him realize that the only innocence you had was illustrated in your eyes and nothing more.

his thrusts began to acquire a faster pace, your cunt instantly adjusting to the size of his girth. he leaned on to be even closer to you, even though the position was rather uncomfortable.

"you fantasize about me breeding you?" he groaned, one of his hands finding your bundle of nerves to begin rubbing circles on it. "you are inexperienced and yet your whole body is demanding for my cum".

"breeding?" you inquired in between broken moans.

"mhm" he groaned, still pounding himself into you. "you want me to breed you, baby."

"i want you to breed me" you repeated like a person who just learned something they didn't before. "i've dreamed about that oft- fuck".

his thrusts accelerated every time you said those magic words as if they were some sort of key concept for him to lose his mind. "i want you to fill me up completely please" you cried, feeling how the stimulation on your clit was doing it's job, "i want you to cum inside my tight pussy, sir".

for him, it was heavenly to hear you talk about yourself like that. there was something compelling about being able to see you in this space, the lovely student y/n who worked hard and did everything right losing her mind completely about a crumb of his cock… that was something he will never forget.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you moaned as his thumb increased the pressure on your clit, making your hips moving against your cock everytime he slammed it inside you, "minho-"

"use your words, y/n" he barely moaned, his words sounding like incoherent babbling at times.

"i am going to cum on your cock again" you warned wanting to close both of your legs around him but not being able to. "fuck, it hurts".

"keep on going baby" he ordered, his hips losing their pace "i know you can cum one more time for me, even if it hurts".

you opened your eyes and fixed them on him, tears of sweat streaming down his face as his cold gaze landed on your bouncing breasts every time he slammed his length into you.

one of your hands traveled to his tie, grabbing it in an attempt to get him closer to your body.

"are you ready to cum, y/n?" he questioned but, judging by how hard you clenched around him and how constant the grimaces of pleasure appeared on your face, he already knew the answer.

"i'm cumming" you chanted, your hips grinding pathetically against him, "god, minho, it feels so-"

"keep on going, y/n" he ordered, his thrust becoming sloppier every time your walls hugged his length. "scream my name, i want you to remember who made you feel this good for the first time.

"min-minho" you cried, your back completely arched from his desk "please breed me, please, please, please".

the desperate and needy tone of your voice begging for him to breed you at the highest point of your orgasm was everything he needed to reach his high as well, both of your legs instinctively closing around him to force his cum inside of you. with a few more thrusts and sinful noises, you started feeling a warm sensation on your lower abdomen, your walls painted completely white by no other than your boss.

"don't you dare waste any drops" he groaned, thrusting his leaking cum back inside you, "this is the reward good girls like you get when they learn how to properly take cock".

you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, trying to catch your breath. after a few moments, he withdrew from your cunt as a small amount of his arousal leaked out of you, quickly admiring the scene of your ruined pussy being marked by no other than him.

"will you reward me again in a future?" you panted still with your legs open, your hair and makeup completely messed up and your throbbing cunt leaking out minho's essence.

"only if you keep taking my cock this well, y/n".

4K notes · View notes

uwu-dashie · 2 years

Text

shortcake | na jaemin (m)

genre: smut, fwb dynamic, porn w/ a mini plot, minor fluff at the end 😐

prompt: virgin!reader (f) x experienced!jaemin

word count: 5.2k

⚠ smut warnings: unprotected sex, size kink (petite mc), mirror sex fingering, mention of masturbation (sex toys), like one instance of edging, virgin kink (?), blowjob

a/n: this is my first work ever, and it took way too long to finish and make decent enough to publish. so yeah, DON’T JUDGE! i may or may not make edits afterwards. also i wrote mc as petite bc im really just writing her as myself lmfao

The sun has fallen asleep, leaving nothing but pitch-blackness for you to gaze at through the window of a bedroom that isn’t yours. The absence of noisy streets and sidewalks make the world appear empty and the black sky like a stage curtain that’s been drawn between the bedroom and the rest of the world— the sense of privacy only enhancing the scandalous situation you’ve put yourself in tonight.

But you know that tonight wasn’t a rash decision. You’re not yearning to lose your first time for the sake of being able to say that you finally did it. You’re not seeking to experience just pleasure. If that was the case, you would be back home in your own bed, performing the same routine of yours from any other restless night. Virginity has never equated to innocence, and you are the prime example of that.

Though you pride yourself in your independence and stress that you don’t need a relationship, you’ve grown tired of pretending your own touch was that of a man and keeping your erotic moments to yourself. You want someone to see you fucked out, to hear your lewd noises, to touch every inch of your body, to taste you.

The desperation has built up so much that you’ve resorted to asking your coworker to take your virginity.

Jaemin lies perfectly in the middle between a close friend and a stranger. You often close the store together and got along just fine, but that’s all there was to it. You might’ve thought he was cute when he first joined the crew, but so did everyone. High school girls visit often, only to order a free water and watch him from a distance while giggling and blushing among themselves. Of course, he pays no attention to them, but you find yourself rolling your eyes at the girls anyways. Sometimes, you like to entertain yourself by making him laugh or subtly placing your hand on his shoulder in front of them and seeing their reactions afterwards. It warms your heart knowing that you have a closer relationship with Jaemin than they do, even if the extent of it is just chatting with him during slow hours.

When he’s not nagging you about how to clean the store properly or teasing you for your height, his company is quite pleasant. You might even dare to say he’s your favorite coworker, just never to him. You like to think that you’re both past the stage of being acquaintances, but you’ve also never felt the need to extend the friendliness after you’ve clocked out. And it seemed that neither did he.

“You sure you wanna do this?” His question tears you away from being lost in your own thoughts. He locks the door behind him and joins you on his bed.

You nod in response, lowering your eyes to look at anything but him, “I just have expectations.” You admit it. You feel doubtful about Jaemin, or any man, being able to make you feel as good as you do by yourself. Maybe it’s your fault for indulging too much in fictional sex and recreating them in your fantasies. It would be foolish of you to think that it can actually be that good.

“Of?” He slightly leans back with the support of his arms behind him.

You almost scoff at his response, the answer being so obvious to you, “Having a good time? It would be disappointing if it turns out that I should’ve just stuck to my own hands.”

Almost at a loss of words, Jaemin sits up straight from his relaxed position with disbelief etched across his face. Maybe it’s the innocent look or the loneliness you seem to exude every shift, but he’s always had the impression that you're a virgin. But he just couldn't wrap his head around the idea of you touching yourself, even less so at your shamelessness to reveal it. He stares at you, letting his mind slip to images of you sprawled out on your bed, one hand finding home between your legs, face contorted with pleasure. The only thing he's left to wonder is the kind of sounds you make.

Snapping back to reality, he feels his cock twitch at his simple, short-lived imagination. “You touch yourself?” he manages to say without sputtering his words.

You look back at him with a slight roll of your eyes, “Who doesn't?”

Right then, something snaps in Jaemin. An immense urge to know more, to expand on this new image of you.

“Tell me how.”

It’s a demand. You’ve never heard his stern tone before, not even when customers throw a fit over a wrong order. Your shamelessness vanishes upon hearing the three words and the dominance behind the way they were said, while the shyness that Jaemin actually associates you with takes over. You couldn’t say anything. Describing your personal routine to him would feel embarrassing, putting you in a more vulnerable position that concerns you more than the fact that you’re about to have sex with him.

“Tell me how you touch yourself,” he repeats, just before he's struck by another idea, “Better yet, show me.”

You feel your eyes widen but immediately soften at a realization, “I can’t show you.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“I can’t,” you argue firmly, “I use a vibrator, and I don't suppose you have one lying around here.”

A pause, then an exhale. He mutters some curse word to himself in frustration of the way his dick hardens with every new thing he’s learned about you. It’s already difficult for him to process that you regularly get yourself off. But now? He thinks you’re so, so dirty for going out of your way to purchase a sex toy for that. Were your fingers not enough? How needy could you be?

You, on the other hand, are trying to justify the small part of you that wishes there was a vibrator in the room. Isn’t that what you wanted? Didn’t you want to be seen in your dirtiest state? You could put on a little show for him to jack off to, exaggerating your moans and cumming right in front of him.

He clicks his tongue to imitate disappointment, “Is that what you’re spending your paychecks on? That doesn’t even count as touching yourself.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Of course it does! What do you mean?” you protest, “I make myself feel good, don’t I?”

“You said you use your hands, pretty girl. And a toy…” he trails off with a taunting voice. Pretty girl? Your heart skips a beat at the pet name, but you ignore it and cross your arms in annoyance. Well, if he’s going to be technical about it…

“I use my hands to hold the toy,” you say matter-of-factly, to which Jaemin lets out a laugh, finding your lame argument cute.

“Do you finger yourself?” he asks abruptly, a smile still lingering from his laugh.

You feel your face heat up and you shift uncomfortably on the bed. You could only bring yourself to shake your head in embarrassment. Discovering that his previous assumption was incorrect, he’s shocked but intrigued, “You use a toy before your own fingers? Such a dirty-”

“It's easier!” you huff, interrupting him. You glance at the window again and mumble, “My fingers don’t even feel good. I can barely fit two of them in.”

Jesus, Jaemin thinks to himself, letting his mind picture how tight you could possibly be. Your hands and fingers are already so dainty, and you can’t even take them? God, you are going to be the death of him. You feel the bed space next to you rise, then sink in a different area. You turn your head to see that Jaemin has maneuvered himself to the opposite side of the bed, his back facing you.

“C’mere. Stand in front of me.”

You quirk an eyebrow at his request but still make your way around the bed. As soon as you face him, he grabs your hips, twirls you around, and plops you down on the bed between his thighs. It all happens so fast, you gasp and your stomach flutters at the simple touch. Only then do you notice the skinny, full-length mirror across from you. It perfectly captures you nestled under Jaemin’s larger frame.

“I want you to keep your eyes on the mirror. Think you can do that for me?” he rasps in your ear, burying his face in the crook of your neck and planting gentle kisses. Lips so soft, they resemble the way that silk sheets feel on skin. The way that you never want to leave them in the morning. A mousy “okay” slips out of your lips between shallow breaths.

You feel him smile in satisfaction against your neck, “Spread your legs, baby.”

You comply, but it apparently wasn’t enough. He places his hands on your inner thighs and separates them further. “Cute dress. Wore this for me?” he asks while reaching for the hem of your babydoll dress, which ran much shorter because you adjusted the straps. You nod your head, unabashed of admitting you wanted to look nice just for him.

He chuckles in response and bunches the dress up around your torso, revealing pink cotton panties with a dark patch right at the center where your pussy would be. He marvels at the sight through the mirror, running his middle finger down your slit over the underwear and its damp spot.

“Is this for me, too?”

You whimper under his touch, seeing his touch right in front of you. The mirror gives you a different point of view that drives you wild. This is what it would look like if someone were to walk in right now. Jaemin shoves his hand down your underwear, entirely feeling your wet cunt. He groans as he lets his fingers get soaked in your arousal, slipping them between your folds.

“Jaem...” you breathe, your hand automatically grabbing at his wrist. Not to stop him, of course. You’re just not used to being completely under someone’s physical control. But the sensation of another person’s hands becomes both unfamiliar and familiar. Like it feels so right, well-deserved, and meant-to-be. Like the feeling of finally achieving something you’ve been longing for years.

You cry out as a finger finds its way to your core, while Jaemin’s breath hitches at how tight you squeeze around just a single digit. The feeling went straight to his dick as he thinks about what your pussy would feel like around it instead.

“Oh, baby… What am I gonna do with you? How are you even gonna take me?” he groans, not making a single movement with his finger, almost like he’s relishing the feeling, “I guess everything about you is so small, Shortcake.” He laughs to himself and places a kiss to your shoulder.

The height comment doesn’t even phase you in this moment, not when he has his hand in between your legs. Not when he’s questioning the same thing you’ve been worrying over, how were you going to take him?

“If you put another one in, it’ll hurt,” you warn once he begins to gently move his finger in and out. You already know it. The most you’ve gone was two of your own fingers, and even then, it didn’t do anything for you but hurt. Jaemin’s fingers are thicker, longer, able to reach deeper but stretch you out further. His middle finger alone has you writhing in his hold, needing more but also fearing it.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises but completely removes his finger, immediately causing you to whine. Laughing at your reaction, he lightly slaps your inner thigh, “Be a little more patient, will you?” Before you could protest, his finger travels upward to rub your clit in small circles— a stimulation you’re too familiar with, but nevertheless makes you instantly buck your hips in pleasure. The sudden jolt of your body tells you, this is not slow at all. But it feels too good to argue with him.

“J-Jaemin…” You feel yourself gush out more juices onto your panties and his hand, “Faster, p-please.”

As soon as he picks up the pace, your moans get louder, your body squirms in bigger movements, a knot forms in your stomach and tightens by the second. The lewd image of yourself in front of you only pulls the cord harder. You could cum just like this, you think. And for a second, you wonder if Jaemin could read your mind because he suddenly stops. You let out another whine at the emptiness, and you almost feel like crying, “No, no, no, no, no… Why would you do that?”

“Can’t have you cum like this. It’s too easy,” he answers.

“I like easy.”

“I know you do. It’s why you never give that goddamn vibrator a break,” he sasses, his tone reminding you of his nagging habit at work, “Just needed to prep you. Make you all needy so you can cum around my fingers instead.”

The idea is far-fetched to you, but seeing how confident he is about accomplishing it, you couldn’t say no.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your underwear, “As cute as these are, they’re too constricting. I wanna see you.” He drags them down and swallows hard upon seeing a string of arousal connecting from your core to your panties, stretching longer and thinner the farther down he pulls. After discarding them to the side, he takes two fingers in the shape of a “V” and spreads your lips to really see all of you. He licks his lips and stares in admiration through the mirror. Puffy folds glistening in your wetness.

“Didn’t know you had such a pretty pussy, baby.”

“Jaem! Shh,” you scold in embarrassment of his comment.

“What?”

“Your words are so… vulgar,” you reply with a slight pout. He can’t help but smile, amused by your innocence. You might have had orgasms by yourself, learned about a variety of kinks, watched and read filthy content to get yourself off, but physical intimacy is an entirely different field that you have no experience in. Dirty remarks aren’t new to you, but them being made towards you is different.

Jaemin would be lying if he says that he doesn’t find it cute. The way you’re already corrupted with salacious thoughts— Hell, you corrupted yourself— but the smallest touches and the simplest of words dazes you. He leaves you breathless, clingy, putty in his hands. And knowing that he’s the first person to have you like this excites him even more. He wants your first memory of sex to be of him. To make you feel so good that you’ll be constantly comparing your future sexual partners to your first one.

“What word? Pretty?” he teases, his middle finger sneaking between your folds again, “Or pussy?” He dips it in your core just like he did moments ago. You moan when he curls it to hit that sweet spot you were never able to reach and stimulates it by using the “come here” gesture. He inhales deeply at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. So soft, warm, wet, tight. So perfect.

He realizes that he has yet to receive some kind of stimulation too because his focus has been all on you. But he has to spoil you for your first time, doesn’t he? He starts grinding his clothed dick against your ass, cursing at the much needed sensation. His other hand reaches for one of your dress straps, sliding it off your shoulder. Even in the midst of the pleasure, you notice what he’s trying to do and assist him by taking your arms out from under both straps. He pushes the top part of your dress down, just underneath your bare breasts. Cold air sweeps across them, nipples perking up instantly. You watch him in the mirror as he cups and squeezes your left breast, in awe of him multitasking between fingering your pussy, groping your chest, and rubbing himself against you. But you want to add a little more to his plate. As tight as you already are around his finger, you still feel like you have room for him to fill you up even more.

“A-Another one, please?” you beg, placing your hand over his, almost to guide him into adding another finger. But you don’t have to.

“Sure thing, baby.”

You cry out at the stretch and the sight through the mirror of your pussy sucking his fingers in. It doesn’t hurt like you expected. You don’t know how, but it’s different from the times you tried to do it by yourself. You’re euphoric. It finally feels good.

“Hurt?” Jaemin asks, checking to make sure your whines were of pleasure and not pain. You shake your head vigorously, afraid he would stop if he mistakenly found a sign of discomfort. He smiles, almost like he’s proud of you— and himself, of course— and immediately moves his fingers faster in the same motion as before.

You gasps and moans become irregular as both of your hands grip the bedsheets on either side of you. Jaemin is knuckles-deep, pace never faltering. The knot from before ties itself again, and you can’t seem to take your eyes off the mirror. Off of yourself. Your mouth slightly agape, eyelids fluttering, the mess between your legs, arousal covering your inner thighs and dripping into Jaemin’s hand and bedding. A visible wet patch forms beneath you.

“Jaemin!” you yelp, squirming more in his hold as you inch closer and closer to your climax, not taking a second to breathe, “I’mcummingI’mcummingI’mcummingI’m-!” The knot snaps and your body stiffens, eyes squeeze shut on their own, thighs violently shake, pussy tensing around his fingers.

It only lasts for a second or two. But as your body relaxes, you gently roll your hips to ride it out, sighing and moaning softly in satisfaction. Once you stop, you slowly open your eyes to see Jaemin gaping at you in the mirror with his fingers still deep inside of you. God, did he need to fuck you right now.

“Jaemin?” you say, turning your head up at him to get his attention.

“Hm?” He removes his digits, now coated in a white-tinted, sticky substance. He holds them up to your mouth, urging you to taste yourself. You scrunch up your nose, disgusted at the idea of tasting something that came out of your body. He shrugs at your decline and nonchalantly sticks his own fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean with no hesitation. It’s like he’s done it a million times, and you wouldn’t doubt it if that’s the case.

Taking notice of your vacant stare towards him, he laughs as he pushes away stray hairs from your face, “Hellooo? Shortcake? Came so hard you’re blanking?”

You blink, searching for the lost thought before shyly asking, “Can I suck you off?” Your voice is so tiny and sweet; it contrasts with the way you use it to make such dirty requests. Jaemin loves it.

You were never actually planning to perform oral sex, as it’s not something you want to do with just anyone. You consider it a very intimate (almost romantic) act, to give pleasure but not receive any back. Something only people who love each other do, you thought. But isn’t that what Jaemin’s been doing all night with you? Perhaps you were wrong because you, yourself, found a craving to do the same. Neither one of you could tell if you just wanted the experience or if you genuinely would get off on making him feel good. Either way, how can Jaemin say no? Sure, he wants to fuck you, but he couldn’t turn down the chance to see your mouth stuffed with his cock. To see you look up at him with doe eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and smudged mascara. To feel your warm, wet mouth around him. A similar, but not close enough, feeling to your pussy.

Without saying a word, he unbuckles his belt while you sink down to the floor on your knees. He scoots himself closer to the edge of the bed before tossing his pants away. His length— now hard and angry like it’s been waiting too long for a release— slaps up against his stomach as soon as he removes his underwear. Precum leaking from the tip. A prominent vein running down from the tip to the base. You moan softly just from seeing it.

“It’s pretty,” you whisper, gazing in awe.

Jaemin chuckles like it was a ridiculous thing for you to say, even though you were basically reciprocating his compliment from earlier. “I think it would look a lot prettier in your mouth.”

You giggle like the high school girls who frequently come to see him at work, and the fluttery stomach makes an appearance again.

“Can I touch?”

“Don’t have to ask,” he mutters, spreading his legs wider. Your nervous hand ever so slowly reaches for the base of his cock, gently closing a fist around it. You hear a grunt from above you, and you smirk at the power you’re holding over him in this moment. A soft palm caressing the rest of his length when you move it upwards to rub your thumb over the head, smearing the precum in the process.

“Fuck,” Jaemin croaks, bending his neck back and closing his eyes, “Do something.”

You cutely plant a quick kiss on the tip with a smile, “Teach me?”

Jaemin is undeniably a patient person. If he wasn’t, he would not be spending his time with a virgin, and he most definitely wouldn’t be getting off on having to teach you. Though he’s not sure how well he’ll be able to do that while watching you in the position that you’re in.

“Y-Yeah, fuck. Yeah, of course.”

He instructs you to spit on it first. The messier and wetter, the better. Obediently, you gather as much saliva as you can in your mouth and hover over his dick to let it drop in a long string. Jaemin grabs your hand and places it around himself, guiding it as he pumps himself before letting your hand continue on its own.

A groan emerges from the back of his throat, followed by a line of curses when you finally wrap your lips around him. You bob your head up and down, you gather more saliva to let seep onto his shaft. Whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you pump with your hands, mimicking what you’ve seen in porn.

“Hollow your cheeks. Use your tongue,” he directs, panting heavily. You do as he says, pulling back a little to suck on the sensitive tip and swirling your tongue on the underside of it. He hisses and holds onto the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. But you pull away for a second to tease him.

“Like that?” you ask innocently.

Eyes still shut, his heart does somersaults at your voice and words, “S-Shit, yeah. Just like that. Keep going.” He loves how much of an effort you’re putting in to please him. Following his instructions, making sure you’re doing everything to his taste, trusting him to do whatever he wants with you. Completely on your hands and knees for him.

Once you continue, he drops his head to glance down at you and almost cums on the spot. Plump, velvety lips in a perfect ring around his cock. Saliva dribbling down from both corners of your mouth. Muffled moans sending vibrations up his length. Big, innocent eyes staring right back at him, occasionally closing when you struggle to take him deeper. You manage to let him hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag, but it doesn’t stop you.

“Oh G-God… F-Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, baby-”

His groans get throatier, breathing turns quicker, curses spew out more frequently. He’s so, so close, and he knows it— which also means that he knows he has to stop you before it happens. It takes everything in him to lightly push you off his cock, leaving it throbbing and glazed with your saliva. Despite denying his own release, he smiles to himself as he just sits there, out of breath.

“You’re too good enough for your first time, you know that?” he praises, tilting your head up by holding your chin between his fingers. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping off any drool.

You pout, resting your hands on his knees, “If I’m so good, why’d you make me stop?”

“Because I’d rather cum in your pussy,” he tells you with a grin. He peels off his T-shirt, exposing a set of abs you did not expect. God, you want to touch his body so badly. Mirroring his actions, you start to remove your dress completely, but he stops you.

“Leave it. Wanna fuck you with it on.”

He picks you up from the floor with ease to lay you down on his bed, making sure the dress is bunched up around your stomach. He positions himself between your legs, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your hole.

“It won’t fit,” you remind him while he lifts your legs up in the air.

“I’ll make it fit,” he counters with confidence, but then he drops his voice to a whisper, “Just tell me if it hurts.”

You nod your head, close your eyes, and wait for the pain like you usually do whenever you receive a shot at the Doctor’s. As soon as you feel the tip push in, your eyes shoot open and you gasp. The stretch burns, you admit, but the feeling of his fleshy member grazing your walls is pleasing enough to cover it. Jaemin stills to give you a moment to adjust, but to his surprise, you buck your hips up as an attempt to make him sink in deeper. He moans at the sudden force and the fact that you just tried to take some control. He wants to pound into you, really, but you’re just so fragile to him. Delicate and tiny, like a single petal that’s been torn away from a flower.

“Fuck, what happened to going slow?”

“Need you now,” you say breathlessly, “Please.”

The squelching noise of your juices emanates throughout the room as Jaemin begins to thrust in and out. Discomfort gradually diminishes, and you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he sighs, bringing his left hand up to hold onto the headboard behind you. You mewl in response, indicating that the feeling is mutual. He lifts your hips slightly higher off the bed, angling his cock to hit the same spot from earlier before speeding up his movements. You squeal at the change, as the stimulation intensifies and builds up faster. Your high-pitched moans mix in with his deep grunts.

His eyes fixate on the way your breasts bounce in synchronicity with his thrusts, while you look down to watch his cock bury inside you over and over again. Your arms previously sprawled above you, you take both of them and grip onto his biceps for dear life while he pounds into you. The bed beneath the two of you creaks so loudly, you’re sure anyone else in the house could hear. You shut your eyes, partly as an attempt to block out any idea that challenges your privacy with Jaemin, and partly because it just feels so fucking good. You couldn’t help it.

“You’re so cute like this,” he whispers, almost inaudible, “Feels good, yeah?”

“Mmhm…” You suddenly become incapable of producing words, only noises of pleasure. You open your eyes, making eye contact with Jaemin as your sweaty bodies slap against each other and your moans overlap. It almost feels like a game to see which one would be the first to break it, and you want to win it.

“Jaemin,” you breathe, “I thought about you… whenever I touched myself.”

You wait for a reaction as he registers your words. He couldn’t believe his ears. He wants to halt his thrusts, but he doesn’t dare. All this time? After every closing shift together, you go home and touch yourself to him? Moaning out his name? Yearning for this exact moment with him? Cumming from the thought of him? You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Your neediness almost makes him laugh.

“Always knew you had a little crush on me, Shortcake,” he taunts, smacking your ass.

Crush? To shut him up, you squeeze around him, and he lets out a louder groan. His eyebrows furrow and his eyelids turn heavy until they completely close. He’s not stupid. He knows you did it intentionally. Unexpectedly, he grabs your hips and relentlessly slams into you. His actions so forceful you think the bed might actually break.

You begin wailing out his name in between broken moans, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. You grasp the pillow your head is resting on for support, but the thrusts are so hard, you have a hard time trying to hold on for more than a few seconds. That all-too-familiar feeling in your stomach reappears for the third time tonight, but it seems more intense now than any other time.

You babble that you’re about to cum while Jaemin tries his hardest to hold his release until you have yours. But you involuntarily squeeze around him over and over again, causing him to stutter his movements. Reasonably, he thinks you’re doing it on purpose again, “Stop doing that.”

“Jaem, I can’t help it,” you whimper just as you feel your climax approaching closer, “Y-You’re gonna make me-”

You cut yourself off when your spine arches and your head throws back, scalp digging into the plush pillow as deep as possible. The feeling washes over you, traveling up to every part of your body. The sight sparks something in Jaemin. His eyes so full of lust, as he savors the moment in front of him. He’s the first person to give you an orgasm (besides yourself, of course), and he tells himself that he will never let go of that.

You don’t even make a sound aside from the heavy breathing that follows your orgasm and the sloppy, wet thrusts as Jaemin chases his own. Your body trembles, too sensitive from your climax.

“Jaem…” you squeak, breath quickening again after you just calmed down.

“I know, I know. Just hold out for me a little longer, okay? ‘M almost there,” he reassures, kissing your collarbone. His irregular pace indicates that he’s nearing. You feel his dick twitch inside you before a loud groan erupts from him, “Fuuck.”

You softly moan with him as he empties himself inside you, his body going limp. He rolls beside you, resting a hand behind his head while he catches his breath. You shift onto your side to face him, tracing your finger along the grooves of his abs. He truly looks like a beauty, despite the disheveled hair and sweatiness.

“Hey, Jaemin?”

“Mm?” He looks at you with glazed eyes.

“Thank you,” you whisper, nuzzling your face in his naked chest.

He smiles at your gratitude, even though he feels like he should be the one thanking you. He wraps an arm around you, fingertips brushing against your hot skin.

“Anytime, Shortcake.”

3K notes · View notes