(210214) Uni-kon :: Wonderland

omg pervy soob is so precious 🥺 he will either be a bottom or service top and it’s gonna be so messy bc he’s trying not to cum too soon but will also rearrange your guts bc he’s so big and so eager to please you and so excited that he’s FINALLY able to touch you 😔

yessss, sex with Soobin is the messiest, he’s a big boy with a big dick who just cums way too much

he’s for sure a bottom when you start out, just a helpless whiny mess underneath you who cums too soon, too fast. he can barely believe that you wanna sit on his dick, let alone that he might actually be allowed to touch you 😢 so he just lets you pin him down and use him to get yourself off 😭

after the first few times you guide his hands across your body, though, it starts to actually click with him that he IS allowed to touch you. he stills asks for permission every time, because you love hearing him beg to touch you, to get you off, but you can never deny him for too long. the more active he is, the needier he is for praise—he just wants to make you feel good so bad, wants to make sure that he’s doing it right

when he finally actually tops you, he’s more nervous even than the first time you had sex, just constantly asking what you want, if it feels good—he’d honestly prefer it if you just order him around for the whole night, he’s more comfortable following instructions.

one of the big differences between you and him topping is that when you’re riding him, you can control how fast and how much of that massive dick you’re taking; when Soobin’s topping, though, ’rearranging your guts’ is almost painfully accurate in this scenario 😭 service top Soobin fucks you until you’re drooling and incoherent and still asks if he’s doing a good job 🥺

he is so so soooooo careful when he starts fucking you, short shallow little thrusts because you’re just so little underneath him 🥺 he doesn’t wanna hurt you 🥺 (he also doesn’t want to cum too fast 😭) but your tiny body takes his huge cock so well, so easily, and you keep demanding more, so soon enough he’s gripping your hips and fucking into you with sharp, quick thrusts, not wanting to spend anymore time not inside of you than he absolutely needs to.

Soobin’s so big that it doesn’t matter what angle he’s fucking you from, he’s pressing into your g-spot with every thrust, and combined with his thumb clumsily circling your clit, he’s dragging you over the edge into overstimulation without even trying. poor boy is so used to you fucking him well after he’s spent, though, that he just takes the clench of your muscles around him as a sign to keep going—and you can’t tell him to slow down when you can’t even string two words together. he ends up curled over you, one big hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you close while the other’s fisted in the sheets beside your head, face buried in your neck as he begs for you to tell him that he’s doing good, that he’s your good boy. and because you’re too fucked out to tell him when to stop, he’ll just end up going until he physically can’t, until you’ve gone from dragging your nails down his back and keening from the mix of pleasure and pain to a limp, drooling wreck under him, until he’s made an overstimulated mess out of the both of you.

(there is a part of him that is secretly SO proud of the fact that he can fuck you stupid, seeing the dazed look in your eyes as you struggle to string more than two words together has his sweet baby heart fluttering💞)

god, and the mess—this boy cums so much that it starts spilling out of you before he’s even finished filling you up, and no matter how many times you ruin him, he’ll never stop being embarrassed about it. he’ll whine and blush, but Soobin secretly loves it when you tease him for how much he cums—make him cum all over himself, then scold him for being so sloppy and make him lick it off your fingers✨ he’ll be hard again in minutes, i promise✨ sit on his face and make him eat his own cum out of you while it drips all over him✨ he WILL see stars✨

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IMPURE, GETOU & GOJO.

  DAY, night, or midnight. His eyes are always on you. The new neighbor on the street who caught your attention the moment he stepped out of his all black Chevy Camaro. Coming over and greeting him with a slice of chocolate cake and warm smiles from you and your husband. He found you enticing, the man introducing himself as Getou, dauntingly sleek midnight hair cascading down his back, eyeing the veins in his arm he stretched out to give your husband a firm hand shake. He towers over you making you feel small, swallowing every time he side-eyed you while talking to your husband. Every day he greets you with a wave of his rough hand and a smile. He's usually always wearing dark jeans and a white tank that's painted with dirt from his hands since he fixes cars daily. He's no stalker, but he can't grasp this fixation on you. Once he becomes obsessed with something, he has to have it. No matter the consequences.

It's shameful the way you reciprocate your actions, coming over to offer him something to eat, laughing too hard at something he says that's not even funny, biting your lip, losing yourself in impure thoughts without your husband in sight. It's like your cheating, but you aren't, not necessarily. Getou doesn't give two fucks who you're with, he wants what he wants. He's fond of your generosity even though it's obvious you picture his face between your legs every now and then. He loves to ask how your day is going, listening well to anything you had to say.

   He's fresh out of college. Found a new home in this quiet neighborhood far away from his family to dissociate from the drama. He sells cars left to right, always seeing him talk with new people in his driveway every week, a new vehicle parked each time. He's even sold a motorcycle to your husband, Gojo, unable to stop glaring at the polished monstrosity. Getou’s laugh was deep, almost scary as he witnessed your terrified expression when Gojo wrote him a check. You remember him touching your shoulder, leaning down by your ear, instantly making your entire demeanor shift as you hugged yourself tightly, his minty breath grazing your skin as he consoled you, telling you everything would be okay, and that he's sure Gojo wouldn't be reckless with it.

   From that day, he haunted your dreams. It's like he purposely makes encounters with you so he's deeply embedded into your mind. And fuck, did it work. Wrongfully, you dreamt of him multiple times, all always ending up with him fucking you raw on Gojo’s motorcycle, the back seat of his Camaro, or your kitchen counter where he caught you gawking at him as you diced onions and slit the tip of your finger, bringing it towards your plump lips and sucking the blood off while keeping your eyes on him. These daydreams, and dreams, needed to end. You were ashamed of yourself for thinking so wickedly knowing you were with another man.

   Another thing that truly didn't help was how open his home was. Ironically, his bedroom window faced your own, allowing you to see, well, everything. Clearly, he wasn't one for privacy, having zero curtains in sight allowing anyone to see his decor, what he's watching on tv or who he brings into his bed at midnight. One time while you were painting your toes on the chaise, you saw him dripping wet with a white towel wrapped loosely around his slim waist, damp hair sitting on his back as he brushed his teeth with a woman laying on his bed flicking through a Vogue catalogue. You made sure to hide yourself so he wouldn't notice. The woman, completely naked, crawls on the bed towards him, Getou glaring down at her as she traced her fingers over his chiseled chest, slowly pulling the towel off his body and taking his cock into her mouth.

   The arousal that pooled between your legs as you watched him get head from another woman was sinful. The way he thrusted his hips and tossed his head back while still brushing his teeth, reaching over to spank the woman's ass and fondle her skin with both hands, clenching his teeth to hold his toothbrush still, cock deep inside her throat. It's was too much for you to endure. The water from his hair dropped onto her back, dipping two of his fingers into her slick pussy. You had to hold back from touching yourself, surely wanting to. Luckily, Gojo came home just in time.

   Stumbling up the stairs clinging to your husband drunkenly, he laughs into your neck he kisses, calloused hands groping your body, keeping you close so neither of you fall. Once you make it to your bedroom, you're already thrown onto the bed, giggling and kicking off your heels. You pout as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a tent in his pants and drunken eyes. You struggle to pull down the leather pants clinging to your thighs, mumbling 'help me' while tracing your toes up his arm, gasping when he hooks his hands around your ankles and drags you closer, body heat encasing your own as you arch into him, Gojo grabbing your face before sucking on your lips, tasting the alcohol the two of you consumed a few minutes ago.

   Today was your birthday, and Gojo made sure it was one of your best. Waking you up, firstly, with toe-curling head until you came twice. Fixing up a fancy omelette and chopped fruits for breakfast, balloons and gifts sitting prettily on the living room couch. The two of you relaxed in the bubbling jacuzzi filled with roses as you sipped champagne and he gave you a massage. As dinner time rolled around, he took you out to a fancy restaurant on a private yacht where you equally got tipsy. Every year you're grateful for how much he does for you.

   Heat fills your face as Gojo has you spread open for him, sitting up on your elbows as you weakly stare down at him, eyes rolling back while he devours your pussy, tonging your clit, your slick coating his moving chin the more he buries his face in. His cock is in his hand, stroking while listening to your lewd sounds that makes him practically grind against the bed. You shift your hips onto his face, gripping the sheets and crying out his name. He knows how fast you can come from his mouth, so he stops, wanting your pleasure to prolong. Catching your breath, you sit up, fingers wrapping around his length, ready to suck him off until he clutches your hair and stops you, pulling your head back so you're staring straight into those killer ocean blue irises.

    "No, no, no. Just wanna be inside you, sweetheart," he sighs, blood rushing through his cock uncomfortably, desperate to stuff you full right now. You're not stunned by his roughness, Gojo pushing you down and flipping you over so you're on your stomach, raising your ass high, fisting his cock and rubbing the heated tip over your clit to collect what you give him. His favorite gift of all. "Tonight's about you. Be a good girl and just lay there."

   Mind fuzzy, you're barely aware of the fact that the curtains to your bedroom are pulled open. That same window that faced Getou’s is open for display for him to see, and for you too into his. It doesn't register with you to say anything to Gojo, because the instant he shoves his cock into you, crossing your arms behind your back and fucking you hard into the mattress, that's when your mind goes blank, and Getou appears. He's walking around his room, shirtless, only wearing black sweats as he drank a glass of red wine while reading a novel, making his way over to the couch he had a few feet from his bed that faces his window—and yours.

    "Gojo," your voice is strained, whining the deeper he drives into you, hitting against that spot that inevitably had your eyes crossing. In a way, you were trying to warn him of the lack of privacy, when really you were worried about Getou seeing you in this state, or being able to see him in fear of him being the cause of your orgasm. You choke on your own saliva, drooling onto the silver silk sheets that made your skin hot while listening to your husband moan behind you, hips clapping harshly against your ass. "Ooh, shit. Gojo."

    "Yea, baby. Give it all to me," your thighs tremble as you feel his lips kiss up your spine, pussy clamping around him tighter, your juices pouring down your inner thighs and stomach, Gojo grounding his cock to make you feel every ridge of him, spanking you like you love, whispering to you, letting you know how good you make him feel. How your pussy belonged to him. How pretty you looked taking his dick right now. Wanting you to cum as much as you want, all night, because he's not stopping.

   And Getou witnessed it all. To say he's surprised to see you getting fucked by your husband would be bullshit. You two looked like you had a lot of sex. Plus, he's seen this image before, last week in your kitchen where Gojo had your legs locked around his neck as you rode his face and clawed at his hair. How badly he wished to hear those pretty whimpers fall from your soft lips. Seeing your face contort in pleasure, legs shaking and back arching as your pretty pussy drenched the countertop you sat on, sitting in your own filth. He never wanted to be a countertop so bad. Watching the two of you now was an even better sight, dick jumping in his sweats as he took a seat at his couch, drinking in every face you make.

   Did you want him to see you? Or did you really forget to close your curtain before you left the house all dolled up? Getou tilts his head to the side, book tossed aside as he spreads his legs while his arm is thrown around the back of the couch, strands of hair tucked behind his ear. That cute matcha green corset he saw you wear earlier still clung to your smooth skin, making you sparkle like a fairy. Your eye makeup matched, by now smearing along with the mascara trickling down your face as you cried the harder you got fucked. There's no more self-control within him. He's been holding back ever since that day, calling up that random girl that somewhat resembled you just to release frustration. He's aware of you catching him that day, smirking when you hid behind your curtains after your husband came home.

   You want him. He wants you, so fucking bad it aches. Seeing you so fucked out, helpless as Gojo clutches your neck and chokes you, studying his lip movements to figure out what he was saying to you that had your pussy fluttering, nails scratching at the fabric beneath you after he let your arms go, body completely flat on the bed, his weight entirely on you as he laid his chest on your back, stuffing his fingers in your mouth while he repeatedly whispered 'take it, baby. take it. take it.'

   Opening your eyes, you blink them to try and clear your visions path, lucidly gazing at Getou who now has his hand around his cock, clit throbbing as you see the trail of spit falling from his mouth straight onto his dick, hand collecting it and dragging it along, licking his lips. His eyes are dark, burning into you, learning you, craving you. The ball in his throat jumps as he throws his head back momentarily, needing to maintain his fixation on you in order to bring himself on edge. Your teeth digs into your lips, Getou mouthing words that you can somehow hear perfectly clear, feeling him by your face as he says, 'can't wait to fuck you, pretty girl.'

    "Fuck, G—”

    "Getou?" Gojo finishes, your heart thumping in your chest. Fuck. He noticed. It's hard not to when your window is an open show for anyone walking down the street. His platinum silver hair dangles over your eyes as he chuckles at you, shaking his head. He caught on a minute ago, already seeing you stare too long at something that wasn't him. "You little slut. You like being fucked like a dirty—little—whore while a stranger watches you?"

   You're not sure if he's angry about it or just teasing you. When he grabs your face and pulls you up to sit on your knees along with him, he turns your bodies so you're in the direction of Getou, the three of you all making contact. Getou never stops, groaning low in his throat as he worked his hand faster, thumb slicking over the tip every now and then as Gojo laughs by your ear, untying your bustier to let him see more of you. You squeal as Gojo slaps your tits, once, twice. Fondling the supple skin in his hand.

    "Knew you wanted to fuck him all this time," he hums, gathering your hair and clenching it in his fist to bring your head back to rest on his shoulder. "Give him a good show, princess. Show me how you'd fuck him if he were in here right now."

    "I love you," you whimper, feeling the tears well even more. It sounds like an apology when it comes out. Gojo clicks his tongue.

    "And I love you," he gives your lips a chaste kiss. "Don't be ashamed of what arouses you. Just remember, at the end of the day, this is my fucking pussy. Understand?"

    "Mhm-hmm," you nod frantically, sighing with relief, Gojo keeping his hand around your throat while you hook your arm behind his neck, your free hand at his thigh as you clap your ass back onto him, signaling to Getou exactly what you wanted to do to him, Gojo syncing groans with you, hissing between your neck and letting you do as you pleased. "Your fuckin' pussy."

    "My fuckin' pussy," Gojo repeats within a grunt, moving his hips quicker with yours. "Want me to share it with Getou? Would you like that, baby? Be used like a slut by the both of us?"

   More than anything. "Yes, please baby. Wanna get fucked by him too," you pout, batting your lashes innocently, mouth dropping and gasping as he clenched his jaw and reached between your legs to rub at your clit, pounding his cock into you, forgetting your lead in this. A glint in Gojo’s eyes let's you know that he's skeptical about it. He's not the sharing type, but if his babygirl wanted something, especially for her birthday, he'd allow it.

Gojo makes contact with Getou again, the man half spent as he neared his orgasm, this glorious sight of you fucking with his head. Gojo understands, course he fucking does. You'd make any man worship you. Body of a goddess, gorgeous smile, well mannered—outside of bed. The wettest, tightest pussy ever. That's why he was first in line. That's why you wear that ring on your finger to this day as a reminder that you're carrying his scent, his name, his loyalties. You're his. You're a handful, and your pleasures are surely his most important task to take care of. So, if you wanted to be handled by another man tonight, while still wearing his ring, you could. Your wants and needs are his desires.

"After you cum for me first," Gojo gnaws at your neck, giving you only a few more rough, shallow thrusts before you scream his name and fall forward, cumming and shaking as Gojo holds you tight, kissing you and telling him you did such a good job.

Not even three minutes pass before the doorbell rings, your heart stopping as you whip your head up to look at the window, Getou long gone. Gojo hums deep in his throat, spanking your ass and sliding out of you, still fully erect, finding some nearby sweatpants and slipping into them, never turning back to give you a look. You curl into your own body, scared of what was going to play out, but all at once excited.

Gojo pulls open the door to see the dark-haired man before him, leaning forward with his arm raised high, hand still on the door as Getou ups his chin.

"She's upstairs. I'm sure you knew that."

Pairing: Yeosang x reader(fem)

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(female receiving), fingering, nipple play, some fluff, happy ending, a little sappy but worth it, name-calling (use of princess and darling once)

Synopsis: All you want is a good night's rest after a long week but your noisy neighbor can't seem to give you a moment of peace, best to go knock on his door....

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I had just laid my head down on my pillow. The cool feeling on my cheek enveloping me. I could tell I was gonna sleep so good. I closed my eyes and let myself relax, looking forward to the good sleep that my body was hopeful for after a long week of stressful work. I had just begun to doze when it started. I knew it was too good to be true. That HE was for once not making some sort of racket next door.

"Yunho what the hell! You were supposed to be covering me!" A long pause then "Let's rendezvous back at home base and then we'll go back in on their camp."

My delightful neighbor, who was an avid gamer, was back at his weekend antics. Sunday through Thursday he didn't play anything past 10 pm. He was normal and actually slept so he could go to work the next day. But once Friday hit, he barely slept and played video games practically all night long. He was super handsome, why wasn't he out at the club or going on dates? He never had people coming over to his place...but he obviously had friends. He would yell at them while playing online games. "Cover me bro!" Or one of their many inside jokes being yelled at any given time. This was all so frequent that I knew all their names too. Yunho, Jongho, Wooyoung, San, Seongwha, Hongjoong, and Mingi. It was odd to feel like I personally knew these people but they didn't even know I existed.

My apartment had only one bedroom and it shared a wall with this gaming asshole. Sometimes I would have to sleep on the couch just to have peace and quiet on the weekends. We'd had neighborly interactions. A few months ago when he moved in I helped him with some boxes when I got home from work. He was an IT guy and he actually helped me set up my new TV and had fixed my laptop once. We had casual conversation whenever we saw each other. In the parking lot, in the elevator, while picking up the mail, at the small grocery store down the street. After the late night gaming started I had asked him nicely on a few occasions to be a bit more considerate about his volume and he'd smiled and assured me he'd keep it down...which he never did. So I'd ask again, and he'd say the same thing but just like every time before, he'd be on his usual fuckery like I hadn't asked him at all.

I let out a long sigh of frustration before rolling over on my stomach and putting my pillow over my head. Hoping for a solution to the noise but the muffled shouts at Seongwha still could be heard.

I'm not a confrontational person, I would even say I'm a push over for the most part. Every time I would ask him to keep it down I was basically so nice and passive, just being too kind about the whole thing. He was nice, had never been rude a single day since he moved in-outside of the gaming and yelling that is. So that made it hard for me to be mean, it just wasn't in my nature. Until now that is.

I tossed and turned in my bed. Every ounce of commentary coming from the room next door was keeping me from sleeping. After an hour of tossing and turning I couldn't take it anymore and I'd be damned if I'm sleeping on my couch one more weekend. I jumped out of bed and marched myself through my living room, past my kitchen and right out of my front door. To hell with shoes!

I banged on his door with my balled up fist, not holding back any of my frustrations. I waited about a minute and then I banged again when nobody answered.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I could here him call from inside. He swung the door open and shock crossed his eyes. Hell shock even crossed mine. He was shirtless, with black sweatpants low on his hips. My eyes took in the whole sight but I quickly righted my eyes to focus on his face. Only his face. God I hope he didn't notice my cheeks burning. I tried to play off my embarrassment and dove right into the whole reason I was banging on his door to begin with. 

"Yeosang I'm trying to sleep and all I can hear is you yelling at your buddies." I crossed my arms, half trying to hide the fact I wasn't wearing a bra and half because I was so frustrated with him.  My tattered, well worn, over sized t-shirt that was my most favorite and comfiest thing to wear to bed was not what I should have worn to confront my neighbor.

He leaned against the doorway of his apartment and put one hand in his sweatpants pocket while the other ran through his hair. His bare...sculpted...muscled...chest...flexed with every movement making heat come to cheeks. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! I mentally slapped myself trying to stay focused. Swallowing my embarrassment and the lump in my throat I found my voice again.

"I'd really appreciate it if you could keep it down."  I said, playing up my annoyed tone

"It's really not that late, is it?" He quipped back with a smile, making me grit my teeth.

"It's past midnight Yeosang" I said flatly.

"Oh, um...I'm really sorry, I-uh- I know I get a little carried away." He ran a hand through his dark hair again. It was slightly wavy and a little fluffy from maybe air drying? WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HIS HAIR ROUTINE? He smirked and chuckled, snapping me out of my thought. He then shifted his weight from one side of the door frame to the other, leaning on his opposite shoulder now. My eyes snuck a peak at his body again as he moved and I hated myself for it. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath in to try and regain any ounce of my composure I had when I barged over here. He was chuckling at me all while looking so damn attractive, it pissed me off! Was he really laughing at my frustration?

"You're an ass you know that? Some of us had shit weeks and want some rest! I'm tired of busting my ass all week to have to sleep on my couch every weekend to get some damn peace from you! Of all the neighbors to have I just had to get you didn't I!?" I don't know if it was me being grumpy from work or what exactly possessed me, but I didn't have a second thought when my right hand flew up and shoved his chest as I spat my words at him. He barely budged at all and my plan had been to attack and then run away....like an idiot kid...but I didn't even get a chance to turn away. He quickly grabbed my wrist before I could pull my arm back. He whipped me forward and the next thing I knew my body was sandwiched between him and the door frame he was just leaning on. My arm over my head,wrist pinned just above us. Once I registered what had happened all of my senses flooded with him. His scent, earthy and masculine. His feel, firm and solid. His breath tickling my nose because he was so close.

"I might be an ass for being loud...but maybe I was doing it on purpose... to make you talk to me." His eyes were searching mine as he spoke. I was frozen in place, stunned by him being this close to me, shocked from the words he was saying. "I'm sorry your week was shit." He said as he brushed a stray hair out of my face. His voice was husky but soft and warm. "I'm really glad to be your neighbor, I'm just...not good at talking to people that I like..." His checks grew pink and he looked down "and sleeping on the couch?" He shook his head and sighed "I'm sorry I drove you to that, that's not what I was trying to do..." He looked up, his brown eyes found mine again and I could see how genuinely sorry he was.

He let my wrist go from above us and I decided to let it rest on his firm muscled shoulder. In response to me not pulling away his hands moved to rest on my hips, they felt scorching hot against the thin material of my tshirt.

All this time he was being noisy to keep having me ask him to keep it down. Normally people just ask to hang out so they can get to know each other, but apparently not Yeosang. Maybe I should have been brave and made the first move weeks ago. I was attracted to him and had definitely been crushing on him. Now here I was sandwiched between him and his door frame with our hands on each other. I had a decision to make.

"Make it up to me." I said breathaly, maintaining the intense eye contact as the tension between us started to boil.

The recognition of what I was asking sparked in his eyes and I immediately hooked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me, crashing my lips onto his. They melted against mine with a softness, his hint of stubble gently scratching against me. He swiped his tongue across my bottom lip asking for entrance and I opened. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my body closer to him as he deepened the kiss, me body melding against his. Taking it from soft and sensual to needy and urgent.

Yeosang slid his hands from my hips to my ass and lifted me up with ease, making me squeal a little from surprise. He chuckled and smiled against my lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started carrying me into his apartment after kicking the door shut with a thud. I held tight to him and kissed down his jaw line, peppering kisses over his neck as he walked. The apartment was dimly lit with ambient light and I couldn't make out much, not like I was paying attention to anything other than the man I was currently clinging to.

The next thing I knew he was lowering himself on to his couch with me shifting my legs to straddle him. In the new position where I was sitting on his lap I could feel his hard length pressed against my core. The only thing separating us were my panties and his sweatpants. My lips wasted no time in finding his again and I slid both my hands in his hair. I confirmed instantly that he had definitely taken a shower and his hair was slightly damp. I moaned into our sloppy kisses at the thought of him in the shower. His hands that were gently kneading my ass firmly pulled me forward making me rub across his erection creating delicious friction for the both of us. With my hand fisted in his hair I tugged gently as a rocked against him on my own free will now. Reveling in the feeling if him brushing my clit. He broke away from my kisses to lean his head back and suck in air through his teeth. His spoke in a low gravely tone that gave me goosebumps

"Thought I was supposed to be making it up to you? Hm? Why are you now treating me?" He squeezed my hips that were steadily rocking against him.

"Oh, darling I'm treating myself, you just happen to be getting some perks" I chuckled and reached for the hem of my shirt.  I pulled it up and over my head tossing it to the side. With my body bare to him his hands started roaming upwards. I kept a steady pace rocking against him, stoking my own pleasure, as i held on to his shoulders and threw my head back.

His hands cupped my breasts, the pads of his thumbs gently brushing over my nipples making them stand at attention. When his mouth wrapped around one hardened peak and sucked it cause me to whine in over sensitive pleasure. "Yeosang, ah-" he sucked harder making me dig my nails into his shoulders. He switched from one breast to the other, repeating his labors. My gasps and moans were the only sounds filling the room until he released my nipple with a pop making me whine at the loss of his mouth.

"Princess you've soaked through my sweatpants. We might as well get rid of the rest of these clothes...but first" he stood up making me squeal and hold on tight around his neck, he hooked his arms under me to make sure I didn't fall. "Let's go somewhere I bit more comfortable"

"I have legs! I can walk you know!" I swatted his back with my hand as he walked through the doorway into his bedroom, the lamp on the nightstand cast the whole room in a warm light

"Not for long" he chuckled darkly, sending goosebumps across my skin. He laid me down on his bed kissing the crook of my neck and then trailing tiny kisses across my chest, each breast, and worked his way lower till he got to the hem of my panties. He pauses looked up at me with dark and mischievous eyes. I bit my lip in anticipation and could feel my cheeks burn. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of my panties and peeled them off of me before tossing them to the side. His trail of kisses continued, kissing the nook of where my thighs met hips. He reached an arm around each thigh and pulled me to the very edge of the bed where he waited on his knees with hungry eyes. I had gasped in shock and my chest was heaving from the anticipation of what his next move would be.

"Can I keep making it up to you?" He cocked his eyebrow at me waiting for my response.

"Please" I breathed, nodding my head, wanting nothing more than for this man to devour me. He smirked and quickly places my legs over his shoulders before wrapping his arms back underneath me and around thighs. I was spread out for him like a buffet and he waisted no time in tasting.

The flat of his hot tongue made contact with me and i arched my back in response. My slickness was everywhere and he lapped it up quickly making me squirm.

"Easy princess, I'm just getting started." He kissed my inner thigh before diving back in. He traced my lips with his tongue, teasing me and sending me into a relaxed state before he slowly dragged the tip of his tongue from my pulsing core all the way to my clit. He circled me a few times lazily before setting a punishing pace and digging his fingers into my thighs to hold me still.

My breathing was eradic, my body was practically convulsing at the attentive skills he was using. I used every ounce of my control to steady my breathing and focus on him, his tongue, and the feelings he was giving me. The white hot euphoria started burning in my gut, it sent tingles through out my body and I couldn't resist it. I was sent tumbling over the edge by it, gasping and crying out.

"Yeosang, oh god, oh god, please, fuck" my hips bucked but he didn't stop, he quickly shifted positions holding me steady and slowly put 2 fingers into my pulsing core and massaged the spot inside me that was already so sensitive. He did that while keeping his tongue steady on my clit.

Tears began burning my eyes as he stoked the white hot burning feeling all over again, my shaking body was secured by his muscular frame. "Yeosang, fuck, I'm coming!" When I came again i unleashed a flood onto his hand. My cunt pulsed around his fingers as aftershocks continued making me whimper. I had fisted his bed sheets so much they were wrecked and disheveled all around me. I'm sure they were ruined in other ways after what Yeosang had just coaxed from me.

"Oh princess" he kissed my thighs as he gently pulled his fingers out of me. Making me whimper at the over sensitivity "you are so fucking beautiful. Is it bad to say I dreamed of this moment?" He slipped his dripping fingers into his mouth as he sucked them clean. He then licked his palm clean of all my essence and smiled at me like he was pleased beyond measure.

"I can't even form words right now Yeosang" I panted, light headed from what just happened.

"Good, means I'm making it up to you in the right way." He massaged my hips where he was holding me down, it tickled and felt good all at the same time making me sigh. "We're still not finished though princess, I have a lot more making up to do." He stood up from being on his knees and slid his sweatpants down freeing his length. Having felt it through the material earlier, I could tell he was thick and long but seeing it, thick and long might not begin to cover it. My mouth hung open in shock as it bobbed, my gaze traveled from it to Yeosangs eyes and all I could do was gulp and bite my lip. I used what little bit of strength I had to push myself back farther onto the bed and Yeosang crawled up and over me, caging me in with his arms and settled his legth against my stomach. I pressed up against him to feel it press into my skin. Everything about this man was scorching, the heat radiating off of him was dizzying.

"Anxious are we?" Yeosang dipped his head down to kiss me softly

"I trust you" I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. "I'm...on birth control....an IUD....you don't have to...you can..."  I closed my eyes to not look at him.

He chuckled and kissed me softly again "I don't have to wrap it up is what you mean?"

"Yeah....that" my face was hot with embarrassment which he noticed but he quickly kissed each of my pink cheeks and then rested his forehead against mine.

"Look at me" he whispered and I opened my eyes, our faces so close " I'm gunna fill you up with cum and mark you as mine princess, and you're never gunna sleep on a couch again because of my dumb ass. The only thing keeping you up at night from here on out will be my tongue and my cock, and if you're not in your bed you're gunna be in mine."

My pussy throbbed at his words, and I hoped he was fucking serious. His lips crashed over mine and marked me with a searing kiss before he pulled away and leaned back. My arms released him and I laid them above my head in his pillows. My wetness was still everywhere so he slid his cock across my center, coating his length. He rocked against my clit making me gasp and fist the pillows above my head.

"You ready princess?" He asked lining himself up with my entrance.

"Yes, please Yeosang" I begged, I needed to feel him, I wanted to take all of him. He pushed the tip in slowly, my body opening up to him as much as it could. "More please more" I cried and he obliged. His hands firmly gripped my hips as he pushed farther into me, the sting of the stretch feeling painful and pleasurable at the same time. "Fuck, Yeosang, it hurts so good" I pouted with tears blurring my vision, wanting to feel more of him. My walls pulsed slightly as he pushed farther in making him hiss between gritted teeth and once he bottomed out I felt sweat droplets hit my stomach.

He was so focused on not hurting me he was straining to keep control. His hands had been gripping my thighs but he brought one hand up to my stomach now to wipe the sweat away. "Fuck Yeosang, do you see it?" I asked looked down between us. My breathing was ragged and I had focused on relaxing my body as he pushed into me.Now looking at us connected at our roots I could see the head of his cock bulging through my lower abdomen. He pressed his palm flat to it and smirked as he felt his cock. "Oh princess" he sighed as more sweat droplets fell onto my stomach. "Imma try not to break you" he slid out slowly and then pushed back in making my head roll back and moans to leave my mouth. "You like that I fill you so deep princess?" He slid out and pushed back in again, all while keeping his palm flat on my stomach.

"Yes, yeosang, yes!" I whined. I was already seeing stars as he pulled out for a third time and slid back in. The initial stretch was completely replaced with pure ecstasy now. My body stretching and adjusting to his size quickly. It wanted more of him, every time he called my princess it stoked something inside of me. Every time he touched my skin it set me on fire. He set a slow pace at first, gaging my reaction. I was putty in his hands as he pumped in and out of me. His hands found my breasts and he toyed with my nipples drawing more whines from me.

His pace quickened and had me pleading his name over and over again. I pleaded for him to fill me up. I wanted to feel his cock throbbing inside of me. My words making him mad with arousal, stroking his ego at how good he was making me feel. He hitched one of my ankles over his shoulder and slid his hand to my core and used the pad of his thumb to make circles over my clit. "Cum on my cock princess, I need you to cum for me. Let me make it up to you." The burning coil in my stomach snapped and I was spilling over. His name falling from my lips along with a string of curses as he fucked me through my orgasm. He brought my leg down from his chest and wrapped it around his waist with my other leg. As he pumped into me the drag and pulsing of my walls sending him over the edge into his own orgasm. "Fuck princess, you're fucking mine." He grunted as he laid over top of me, his head buried into the crook of my neck as he painted my insides with his seed. His elbows planted on either side of my head supporting himself.

Our labored breathing was all that could be heard. He relaxed his body on top of mine as I drew patterns on his back with my finger tips. He stayed inside of me until he went soft and only then slid out. "I'll be right back" he said as he eased off of me and headed towards the bathroom. I heard the sink running for a minute and then he came back with a washcloth. He gently placed it over my core and let me relax at the warmth for a minute.  I appreciated the thoughtfulness and attentiveness, seeing this whole new side to him made me want to see more of what Yeosang was like. He then cleaned me up as best as he could before taking the washcloth back to the bathroom. When he came back he stood by the bed saying "Come here" he reached a hand out for me to grab and when I did he pulled me up and over his shoulder like he was a cave man and I was his prize.

"Yeosang!!!!" I squealed and smacked his ass with my hand as I hung upside down, helpless.

"Hold on, I'm just getting rid of the comforter, you ruined it ya know." he chuckled and smacked my ass back making me yelp. After only a second he put me back down on the bed that was just covered by his sheets. The comforter was now in a pile on the floor.

Off in the distance a ringtone could be heard, "Uh, give me one second, my phones ringing." He quickly turned and headed out if his room, allowing me to check out his ass before her headed to his gaming room I assumed. I could hear him answer the phone.

"Hey Seongwha, what's up?"

"Yeah, sorry I abandoned you guys" I could hear him walking back towards the bedroom. I had crawled under the covers and was waiting to see what more Yeosang was gunna say. He made it to the doorway and paused seeing me tucked into his bed waiting for him.

"I think I'm done playing video games for the night" he smiled seeing me there

"Yeah, I'm actually gunna be a bit more busy I think on weekends, might not be able to play as often." he walked over to the bed pulling back the sheets and getting under them. I started thinking back to all our interactions, the unspoken sexual tension that has always crackled between us...we were both just too chicken to do anything about it.

"I'll text you later okay? Have fun raiding their camp" he hung up and laid his phone on the nightstand. He used his arm to pull me into his side, not leaving any space between us. I rested my head on his chest as he kissed the top of my head and spoke softly "I'm gunna keep making it up to you in the morning princess, but first get some rest."

**Thanks for reading! This is my first "published" drabble so sorry for any grammatical errors or poor writing xD Hope you enjoyed! This was based off a dream I had once about Yeosang being a noisy apartment neighbor and I definitely woke up before anything spicy happened lol but I had to write this into something spicy lol**

anyways i really need someone to casually rub my p*ssy absentmindedly while theyre busy doing something else. im laying beside them moaning out for more as they gently stroke me, hardly even paying me any attention. i get super overstimulated and want to cum so bad but i need more to be able to. i keep begging for release and all of a sudden they pin me down and shove theyre fingers inside of me and force me to cum, saying “this is what you wanted right, angel?”

300? WHAT RHE FUCKS IU WHEB WHAF

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

Twisted Chemistry 9

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, little angst

Word count: 9k

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), fingering

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The place is filled with models and people laughing in rich. I follow Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Yeosang closely, once again, feeling out of place. Seonghwa glancing back every ten seconds to check that I am still there behind him. He definitely felt a bit guilty. Which as my boss he shouldn’t but as my boyfriend he can’t help but feel like it.

“Seonghwa!! It’s finally nice to meet you.” An expensive looking man walks up to the three other men with a huge smile on his face. He leans in to kiss each men on both their cheeks before leaning away.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too. How’s the wife?”

“Probably with a glass of wine in her hand.” I raise my eyebrows as they all laugh and I look down at my watch. “Yes, honey it’s 9:00am but it’s never too early to drink wine.” He laughs even more and I smile shyly. None of what they were saying was remotely funny. Why were they laughing so much?

They start to walk around together, talking both social life and business as I follow them closely, noting down everything Seonghwa tells me to, adding my own notes to it. We stop at a model’s mirror and while they start to talk, a voice calls out to Hongjoong, Yeosang and..

“Seonghwa!!” I turn around to the female voice.

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After a game of Never Have I Ever reveals that you’ve never got off to thoughts of your boyfriend, he finds out exactly why.

PAIRINGS: park seonghwa x reader (f) | minor minjoong ••

TAGS/WARNINGS: NSFW | college/university au | masturbation, fingering, oral sex, first time things, dirty talk, mentions of edging (!) but there’s no edging, overstimulation, filthfilthfilth ••

WORD COUNT: 11,436 ••

NOTES: This might be weirdly self-indulgent. 😂 But I hope y'all like this! Thank you to all my babies for letting me yell about my crisis while writing this. Thank you Soft Friend too! SF bullied me into letting them see this before posting. They’re not so Soft™️, huh. Don’t @ me. :D

Also tagging @choisans-dimples​, @delicatewerewolfsoul​, @feelthevision​, @hansols-yoda-boxers​, @hongjoongs-hoe​, @imortalkizzy​, @needyateez​, @prettyjoongs​, @seoultraveller​, @starrychannies​ and @yunderful​. No compulsion to read, I promise!! Just thought y'all might like! Lmk if you want the tag to be removed! Princess Anon, I hope you like this if you read. :)

Happy Vday~! May y'all have a day full of love with friends, fam, or anyone that’s deserving of your sparkly presence. ♡♡

“Never have I ever opened the door for someone without my underwear.”

Wooyoung lets out a loud laugh as San glares at him, before reaching forward and picking up the bottle of alcohol lying in front of him. He’s guilty of having walked around the entire house without his underwear, although he’s always worn a bathrobe, so it’s no wonder that he feels insulted at what the statement implies. He takes a swig, before snapping, “At least I’ve never opened the door like that while hoping for a bootycall.”

Wooyoung squawks, affronted, and your shoulders shake from laughter as you lean against him, patting him on the arm. “It’s alright, Woo, we know you’ve not done that.”

“Oh?” San leans forward, eyebrows raised as he smiles teasingly. “How can you be so sure?” You give him a flat look, and he continues, “Are you telling me he never did that with you?”

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