Taryn

Everyone loved Mr. Park, and of course, you were no exception.

Seonghwa was incredibly caring, attentive and the most tender father you’ve ever seen - still too early and far too dangerously hot to be called that, really, but life is full of surprises. As Mr. Park always said, he felt completely at peace with what he had now; Misol was his precious little princess, and he wouldn’t want to change a single thing.

He was the kind of man who remembered exactly how you took your coffee and the fact that you hated shrimp, who genuinely asked about your day with that gentle, slightly shy smile that made your stomach flutter, and who always found just the right words to offer support.

He always wore something so soft and cosy that, somehow, made him even more inviting, the kind of comforting warmth that left you daydreaming about crawling into his lap, pressing your face into his chest, and staying there for hours while his long fingers stroked your hair. Sweet, kind, endlessly patient… and a real walking wet dream.

Because beneath all that gentle charm and pastel shades was pure sin wrapped in golden skin. It was subtle — just a dark flash in the depths of his large, sparkling eyes — hinting that there was something far more dirty and lewd hidden beneath the surface, that made your pussy throb with shameful need.

Mr. Park… Seonghwa, as he always asked you to call him, was a hot, tall blonde with deep, seductive eyes and full lips that looked far too sensual and soft for a man of his age, and that kind of effortless elegance that turned heads without him even trying.

You couldn’t help staring — at first quite innocently, struck by his captivating masculine charm — but then your gaze grew longer, more obvious, far beyond the bounds of propriety.

Your gaze lingered too long on the sharp line of his collarbones teasingly peeking out from under the open collar of his shirt; on that thin, almost slutty waist when he allowed himself to wear something that clung too deliciously to his body; on the way the soft fabric of his cardigan hugged his shoulders so perfectly; on his long, graceful fingers wrapped around the thin stem of a wine glass during dinner, and especially on the sharp tip of his tongue as it slid slowly along the wet plumpness of his lower lip, looking almost indecent.

Sometimes Seonghwa caught you doing it — his dark gaze flicking up to meet yours for a heartbeat too long — but he never called you out. He was used to the attention from his daughter’s friends and would only chuckle sweetly, joking that he wasn’t that handsome or young anymore to be drawing the eyes of beautiful girls and guys.

Fucking lie.

Every time he flashed that sweet, disarming smile, your mind betrayed you all over again. The innocent way he brushed off the attention only made the ache between your thighs worse, because deep down you knew the truth — he was far more dangerous than he pretended to be.

Lately you couldn’t stop thinking about him. To be honest, you thought about him far too often, and always in the filthiest ways. Six months of brutal sexual drought had left you aching, restless and in desperately longing for touch.

Day by day, your fantasies about Mr. Park grew dirtier: those elegant fingers leisurely stroking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, that low, velvety voice whispering “my good girl” against your ear while he took his sweet time with you. You pictured his handsome face buried between your legs, those hypnotic dark eyes locked on yours as he licked your pussy slowly and deep dragging out the pleasure for hours on end, until you were shaking and begging him for more.

You couldn’t escape him, even in your dreams. On particularly hot nights, you would wake up drenched in sweat and completely dishevelled, with your heart racing wildly. Your silk panties would be soaked and clinging obscenely to your swollen labia from the shameful flood of wetness that had poured out of your needy cunt.

You felt ashamed sometimes — he was your best friend's father, after all — but the shame never lasted long. Why should it, though? It felt so fucking stupid.

You were both grown-ups with your own wants and needs. From the little things that Misol had casually said, you knew Mr. Park hadn't brought anyone home to spend the night with for a long time either. That thought sent a dangerous spark straight through you, the idea that he was just as untouched, just as hungry as you were, making the ache between your thighs even more intense, stoking your desire to feel him deep inside you.

The only thing that had ever really connected you was a long-standing friendship with his daughter… but could that truly be reason enough to deny yourself the chance to fuck such an incredibly gorgeous and hot man as Seonghwa?

Yes. No. Probably.

The constant back-and-forth was so frustrating that it felt like you were slowly losing your mind.

Lately, it has become almost unbearable for you.

Your pretty lace panties were constantly sticky and damp, your clit faintly throbbing with arousal even from the most innocent things — the way he leaned over the kitchen island; the low timbre of his laugh; the delicate scent of his perfume that carried a powdery, smoky warmth with a hint of sensual sweetness whenever he got too close.

It was so pathetic. Around him, you always felt like that awkward, barely-grown girl again — the one who had just discovered the pleasures of sex and couldn’t keep her hands to herself for even five fucking minutes.

And tonight was no exception.

Dinner at their house had been pure torture. All evening long, you tried your hardest to be a good girl and behave properly, fighting the desperate urge to rub your aching pussy against the soft velour seat of the chair like a cat in heat. Seonghwa sat right in front of you, lazily sipping his wine while he questioned you about your final-year project. His gentle smile was a little languid tonight, slightly more sensual than usual from the alcohol, and genuine interest sparkled in his big, dark eyes.

“You’ve been working so hard lately.” Mr. Park said softly, his thumb absently tracing the rim of his wine glass. “You should treat yourself more often, darling… let yourself relax a little.” His hypnotic, feline eyes lingered on you just a second longer than necessary.

Misol, however, remained completely oblivious to your suffering, she cheerfully chatted away without pause, suggesting it wouldn’t be a bad idea to celebrate your graduation on some tropical resort. Seonghwa immediately picked up on the idea, turning his attention to his daughter and finally giving you a moment to catch your breath.

The mere thought of seeing this magnificent man in tiny beach shorts and a light, sheer shirt sent you into overdrive. You pressed your thighs together so tightly it was almost painful, your pulse quickening, your breathing turning shallow and uneven. With every fucking minute your panties grew uncomfortable and wetter, the slick heat of your arousal soaking through the delicate lace and making the fabric cling to your swollen, dripping folds.

The tension had finally reached its breaking point. You needed to let off some steam. Urgently.

You’d barely crossed the threshold of your own home before the full weight of this night hit you with full force. Mr. Park’s sultry voice still lingered on your skin like warm melted honey: “You should treat yourself more often… Relax a little…” Those innocent-seeming words took on a far more lewd meaning now that you were finally alone.

You were so desperate and overcome with that forbidden, humiliating urge that you didn't even think to turn on the light before crawling onto the bed. With a loud, exhausted moan, you collapsed onto the soft cushions and widening your legs and immediately thrust your hand into your undies. That delicate fabric was already ruined – completely soaked through with the warm, sticky flood of your goo.

‘Oh my…’ The slick heat of your arousal clung obscenely to your fingers the moment they brushed against your swollen, throbbing folds. Lord, you were already so shamefully wet, and all that man ever did was sweetly smile and say a few kind words to you.

Your open laptop lies carelessly beside you hip, its soft blue glow barely cutting through the thick, vanilla-scented darkness of the bedroom. Your favourite vibrator is already in your hands, well-lubricated and fully charged. And that’s all you need. Just the low, teasing buzz of your vibrator gliding through your folds and the filthy, repulsive wet, squelching sounds pouring from your headphones.

Right now, you want nothing more than to lose yourself in lustful pleasure and finally find some desired relief.

Those wicked thoughts about Mr. Park had been tormenting you for far too long—twisting through your mind like snakes and making your greedy little cunt throb and leak nonstop, no matter how hard you tried to be a good girl.

You needed to fuck them out of your head with something rough and mindless. Just a nice, thick cock, a long skilled tongue, and a beautiful girl falling apart as she got relentlessly fucked in every single hole. That’s all.

The first video you found wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t quite what you were looking for, so you kept scrolling until one finally caught your eye. It looked quite promising: ultra-high quality, no awkward editing cuts — the sort that usually rushed things to a quick climax. Exactly what you wanted.

You clicked play on the video, licking your lips in anticipation, starting gently rubbing the vibrator over your swollen little clit.

The scene opened from behind on a man on his knees, his back already glistening with a thin sheen of sweat; his muscles tensed and rippled beneath the heated skin, shifting and flexing with every rough, deep thrust as he fucked the girl beneath him in perfect doggy style. You couldn’t see his face yet — just the superb line of his shoulders and the smooth honey skin stretching tight over them with every movement.

His long, slender fingers were splayed across her hips, gripping her firmly, but one hand slid slowly upwards between her round buttocks. Two elegant digits circled her tight little asshole teasingly before pressing inside, slow and deliberate, stretching her open while he continued fucking her pussy without mercy.

Your breath catches in your throat. God, the view is absolutely lewd.

His back arches slightly as he pushes all the way in; the luscious curve of his ass tenses — round, firm, impossibly perfect — and you can't tear your eyes away. You imagine running your tongue along that smooth golden skin, tasting the salt of his sweat, squeezing those perky buttocks hard with both hands while he slides even deeper into your pussy.

Every powerful thrust made his heavy balls swing and slap wetly against the girl’s soaked pussy, the lewd sound loud and rhythmic through your headphones, mixing with her broken, desperate moans. His thick cock drove into her so deep, stretching her pussy so thoroughly that you could see the thin, tender edges of her hole cling to him on every pull-out — shiny and stretched tight — before he slammed back in, his long fingers still working her ass in lazy, filthy circles.

Your pussy was gushing uncontrollably, dripping like a waterfall of warm, filthy need. Thick, glossy rivers of your arousal spilled shamelessly from your twitching hole, coating every swollen fold in a slick, sticky glaze that made your soft, peachy labia glisten obscenely. Your pussy felt so hot, so smooth, and deliciously slippery under your touch.

Your fingers moved faster now, rubbing your soaked pussy with rougher, hungrier strokes, perfectly synced to the relentless rhythm of his hips. The vibrator stayed jammed hard against your throbbing clit, forcing even more creamy slick to flood out of you as you stared, mesmerized, at that gorgeous ass flexing and clenching with every deep, hard thrust.

Fuck, you wanted to bite it. Sink your teeth into that smooth golden skin and mark him as yours. You ached to spread those perfect cheeks wide and bury your face between them while he kept fucking her exactly like that—rough, controlled, and utterly merciless.

"So good…” You let out a loud, ragged whimper, the second the vibrator’s soft, buzzing tip kissed that little hypersensitive spot on your clit. Pleasure slammed into you like a tidal wave - hot, blinding, and so intense it was almost unbearable, making your eyes roll back and your toes curl tight. Your thighs shook violently, as you mindlessly swayed them in an attempt to keep up with every pulse of pleasure.

Another broken moan full of raw, lustful desire spilled from your pretty mouth before you could stop it. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in your belly, growing hotter and hotter with every wet slap of skin on skin, every flex of his sweat back, and every teasing pump of his long fingers. Soft, needy whimpers kept spilling from your lips, mixing deliciously with the filthy, obscene sounds pouring through your headphones.

Then he slowed down; his silky, heavy length slipping out of her pussy with a lewd, squelching sound. He grips her waist with those long, elegant hands, and flips her onto her back in one fluid motion. The camera changes angle, finally revealing his face as he settles between her wide-spread thighs and slides back into her ruined, dripping pussy with a low, velvety moan that pierces you to the core.

Your fingers freeze mid-stroke.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was him—Seonghwa. Mr. Park. Your best friend’s dad.

The same gentle man who had sat across from you at dinner just hours ago, wearing that soft, fluffy cardigan, smiling shyly while joking that he wasn’t as handsome as he used to be.

Now those dark siren eyes were half-lidded with lust, and his full, plush lips parted around a filthy moan of praise: “That’s it, baby… take my cock like a good girl.” The same elegant fingers that had politely held a wine glass earlier were now knuckle-deep inside the girl’s tight asshole, stretching her open while his thick cock brutally filled her pussy.

The burning heat of shame flooded your face. The sharp sting of embarrassment hit you first - you’d been touching yourself to thoughts of him for months, and now your filthy little fantasy was playing out in vivid 4K right in front of your eyes. Your best friend’s dad. The man who called you “beautiful” in that soft, warm voice, with no idea you’d imagined his handsome face buried between your legs hundreds of times.

But the shame didn’t last too long.

Without even realizing it, you spread your thighs wider, shameless and desperate now. The vibrator kept buzzing relentlessly against your soaked cunt as you pressed it down harder, grinding the pulsing tip in tight, aggressive circles right over your swollen, reddened clit—eyes glued to Seonghwa like he was the only thing left in the world.

It felt so good…so fucking good, in fact, but you knew it was nothing compared to what Mr. Park's long, skilled tongue or that thick, sinewy cock could do to you.

He's such a dynamic fucker. One second he was fiercely pounding deep into her pussy with that heavy cock, and the next his handsome face was already buried between her spread legs. His tongue slid slowly over her slit, licking up every drop of her sweetness with hungry, obscene strokes, while his dark, siren eyes stared straight into the camera… as if he knew exactly who was watching him.

Your needy little pussy spasmed rhythmically around your fingers as you pushed them deeper inside yourself, forcing even more thick, glossy slick to gush out of you. It ran obscenely down between your plump cheeks and coated your tight asshole. Your thighs visibly tremble as you rocked your hips, chasing the overwhelming pleasure while the video kept playing.

He flipped her onto all fours again, fucking her hard from behind, before suddenly turning her over once more. Now you had the perfect view—every thick inch of his cock sliding in and out of her ruined, creamy pussy, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her with every powerful thrust.

Your orgasm crashed through you without warning. You choked on a moan that sounded dangerously close to his name, as the vibrator kept buzzing mercilessly against your oversensitive clit. A warm, powerful jet of squirt exploded out of you, splashing noisily onto the sheets in a shameless, wet mess. The pleasure was brutal, devastating. Your eyes rolled back, your whole body convulsed in violent electric spasms, and for a dizzying second you thought you might actually pass out. Wave after wave of raw ecstasy tore through you until your cunt felt like it was on fire.

It shattered you so badly that when the peak finally crashed over you, you went completely limp — a trembling, whimpering, ruined mess.

But you didn’t stop the video. You couldn’t.

You watched him pull out and paint her tongue with thick, pearly ropes of cum, stroking himself through every last drop. That same kind, gentle face you knew so well was now twisted in raw, depraved pleasure, the sight made your pussy clench hard again, already begging for round two.

When the clip finally ended, a heavy, charged silence filled the room, broken only by your loud, ragged breathing. The laptop screen glowed brightly in the darkness, the cursor hovering temptingly over the replay button. Your heart hammered wildly, so hard that you could feel it pulsing in your throat. A deep flush of shame burned across your cheeks for a brief moment… before melting away into something far sweeter and much more sinful. 

Deep down, knew what you should do: close the laptop, delete your entire search history for good, and pretend this never happened. But instead, like the hopeless little pervert you were, you dragged the video into a folder labeled “research,” as if that made any of this less insane.

Your mind was spinning wildly. How the hell were you supposed to act normally around him now? How were you going to look Mr. Park in the eyes, knowing exactly how his thick cock looked stretching a pussy open? Could you really stay cool-headed, sit across from him at the dinner table and watching him smile that sweet and gentle smile, without imagining him bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you senseless right next to his famous strawberry pancakes he made every Sunday?

As humiliating as it was to admit… you already knew the answer.

Still trembling from the mind-shattering orgasm, you fidgeted restlessly on the soaked sheets. Your body felt limp and hazy, but a fresh, burning arousal was already pulsing deep inside your core, hotter and more insistent than before. With shaky fingers you reached for the laptop and hit replay, starting the video from the very beginning. One orgasm clearly wasn’t going to be enough — not after seeing exactly how fucking devastating Mr. Park could be.

God, you felt like such a shameless little pervert, but even so, the shame only made your pussy throb harder. The second that rich, velvety voice poured into your headphones, pulling you straight into your forbidden fantasy, your hand slid straight back between your slick thighs like it belonged there.

This time you let it take you completely.

You spread your thighs wider, shoved two fingers deep into your dripping pussy, and fucked yourself in perfect sync with every brutal thrust on the screen. Your hips rolled desperately, the vibrator still buzzing hard against your swollen, oversensitive clit. The fantasy swallowed you completely: it was your tight little hole he was splitting open, your ass taking those long, skilled fingers, your squirt he was licking up like a starving man.

You already knew you were going to come again. Harder. Filthier. Hotter. Envision all the dirty, kinky things you’d like to do with Mr. Park the next time you find yourself alone with him.

The second orgasm slammed into you like a freight train.

Your back arched violently off the bed, a broken cry tearing from your throat as you squirted hard — hot, messy, and uncontrollable. Clear fluid gushed out around your fingers, soaking the sheets and running down your trembling thighs while your walls clenched and pulsed wildly. You kept rubbing through every brutal wave, drawing it out until your vision whited out and your legs shook uncontrollably.

When the peak finally released you, you collapsed back onto the bed, panting hard, chest heaving, completely wrecked. For a few long, blissful seconds you lie there motionless, staring at the dark ceiling of the bedroom. The laptop screen still glowed with Seonghwa’s handsome face twisted in raw ecstasy as he painted the girl’s tongue with thick ropes of cum.

You slowly came back to yourself, the sticky mess between your legs was undeniable — warm, thick slick mixed with fresh squirt coated your thighs. Your pussy gave another lazy clench, still fluttering from the aftershocks.

The burning flush of shame across your cheeks only deepened as the reality of what you'd just done crashed over you. But the hunger didn’t fade. It only sharpened, growing darker and more dangerous.

You bit your lip hard, eyes drifting back to the laptop screen where Mr. Park’s handsome face still filled the frame.

One video wasn't enough. Not even close. You needed more of him. You needed everything.

Your shaky hand drifted back to the laptop, drawn by a hunger you couldn’t deny. You minimized the player, opened a fresh tab, and typed his full name—the one you’d only ever paired with “Mr. Park”—into the search bar, along with the word “porn.”

The screen flooded instantly. Hundreds of videos. Millions of views. Endless pages of thumbnails showcasing that same honey-smooth skin, those dark, siren eyes, and that exquisitely elegant face captured in every shameless, depraved position imaginable.

He wasn’t just doing porn. Park Seonghwa was a star. Top performer. Premium. The quiet fortune, the beautiful house, the effortless lifestyle he never bragged about — it all clicked into place. The sweet single dad next door had been quietly getting rich off his perfect body and velvet voice while the rest of the world stayed blissfully ignorant.

Your heart slammed against your ribs as you scrolled with greedy, desperate need. Then one thumbnail stopped you cold, stealing the breath straight from your lungs.

A solo scene. Just him. 

You hit play before your brain could talk you out of it.

And fuck… Seonghwa was even more devastating like this. Completely naked, every inch of that honey-smooth skin glistening with oil under warm studio lights, the liquid sheen sliding over every carved muscle like molten gold poured slow and deliberate. He lounged back against dark silk pillows, looking dangerously beautiful, unashamed, and utterly intoxicating.

One elegant hand was wrapped tight around his thick, heavy cock- already hard and leaking with pre-cum, stroking with slow, purposeful drags, twisting smoothly over the swollen head on every upstroke. His other hand cradled those velvety balls, rolling them gently in his palm, tugging just enough to make his abs flex and a low, luxurious groan slip from those plush lips.

That was just the warm-up.

His hand drifted lazily up his chest, fingers teasing a nipple, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak until it pebbled tight. Seonghwa’s back arched off the sheets in a graceful, sinful curve as a soft hiss of pleasure escaped him. Never breaking rhythm on his cock, he brought those same fingers to his gorgeous mouth.

He slid two deep past his parted lips, fucking his own mouth with wet, lazy thrusts while sucking noisily around them. The obscene sounds filling the room — wet slurping, a low whimper, the slick glide of oiled skin, it was filthy, lewd and addicted. His fist pumped faster along that glistening length, hips starting to roll, breathing growing rougher, more desperate with every passing second.

You couldn’t look away. Your pussy was already soaked again, clenching around nothing as you watched him edge himself with expert, merciless precision. His strokes turned rougher, faster, frantic. Powerful hips bucked, golden muscles trembling, and then he came—hard, messy, breathtaking.

Thick, pearly ropes of cum erupted from the flushed, swollen head in heavy pulses, painting his glistening abs, streaking across his chest, and shooting all the way up to that divinely beautiful face. It landed on his cheek, caught on his parted lips, and dripped slowly down the sharp line of his jaw while his hand kept milking every last drop with lazy, sloppy strokes, like he had all the time in the world to savor it.

He stared straight into the camera, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust, cum still shining on his fucked-out face, and whispered in that hoarse, velvet-sultry voice,that made your pussy clench instinctively: "Come on, darling, be a good girl and help Daddy clean this up."

The next words were even filthier—soft, depraved praises about how hard his cock still was for you, how badly he needed your tongue licking up every sticky drop, while he swayed that heavy, glistening length from side to side, still half-hard, slippery with oil and cum, teasing you without mercy.

He was pure, decadent temptation. Porn in its most addictive form and you were already completely, helplessly hooked.

Your face burned scarlet in an instant, heat flooding every inch of your body like wildfire. You slammed the laptop shut so hard the screen clicked sharply in the quiet room, breathing fast and shallow like you’d been caught red-handed. But your pussy didn’t give a damn about shame. It was dripping again, fresh, warm slick sliding slowly down your inner thighs, your swollen clit throbbing dully with insistent need even after two shattering orgasms had already wrecked you.

Damn. It seemed, you have a very serious problem now.

And his name was Mr. Park Seonghwa.

The next few days felt like a feverish, restless dream to you.

You barely slept, barely ate—your whole world shrank to the dim blue glow of your laptop in the darkened bedroom. Every spare second dragged you back into that dark, guilty pleasure: headphones sealed tight, lights off, thighs spread shamelessly wide while you fucked yourself senseless. Orgasm after shattering orgasm rushed through you as you devoured every video of Seonghwa you could find, chasing that sweet, forbidden high like an addict.

You even learned his stage name - StarHwa.

It fit him like a second skin: glowing, untouchable, igniting raw, filthy desire with every sultry glance he threw at the camera.

You quickly made a whole collection of your favourite films.

Every single one that made your pussy flood with heat and your thighs clenching helplessly as it stole the breath from your lungs and left you needy and trembling, was marked with a shiny pink star, like your own little treasure, safely tucked away deep inside your laptop under the innocent, boring label "research."

Your fingers trembled on the mouse as the low, filthy sounds wrapped around you like warm, wet silk, sinking straight into your aching core. A heavy, insistent pulse of arousal bloomed low in your belly, feeding that deep, endless emptiness no toy or fantasy had ever truly satisfied.

Night after night you returned to them, playing each one until you knew every breathless moan, every brutal snap of hips, and every velvet-dirty word by heart.

You watched him pound a pretty girl senseless in front of a full-length mirror, hips snapping with merciless precision while he forced her to watch every thick inch disappear inside her, one elegant hand wrapped tight around her throat. Another night, a lucky little thing rode his face like she owned it—grinding desperately onto that long, sinful tongue as he moaned hungrily into her dripping folds, devouring her like he couldn’t get enough.

You’d seen him drive a thick dildo into a screaming, shaking girl until she squirted in violent, glistening arcs across the sheets. In another clip, he slowly worked a fat plug into a handsome boy’s eager ass, praising him in that low, velvet voice until the boy whimpered and pushed back shamelessly for more.

Clip after clip, he stretched tight pussies around his cock, folded girls in half and fucked them in deep, punishing mating presses, made them cream and squirt all over his glistening golden abs while they rode him like their lives depended on it.

Each one left you wetter, hotter, more ruined than the last—completely submerged in pure, liquid lust.

But the one that truly destroyed you…was the close-up of him eating pussy.

That impossibly long, skilled tongue curling, flicking, plunging so deep inside while he sucked on her swollen clit like it was the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working her over, the way his dark eyes stayed half-lidded in bliss, those hungry little moans vibrating straight through her folds—it was too much. Too perfect.

Your own orgasm hits you like an avalanche, rapidly and without warning. You had to slam the pause, thighs shaking violently as a fresh gush of slick soaked the sheets beneath you, wave after wave of aftershocks ripping through your body until you were left gasping, ruined, and still aching for the real thing.

He was too skilled. Too experienced. So fucking sinful.

That unbearable craving only grew worse with every passing day, twisting deeper into your bones until even the simplest thoughts of him made your pussy throb with fresh, shameless need. The innocent version of Mr. Park you once knew was gone — replaced entirely by the sinful man from the videos who now haunted every waking moment.

You were already so exhausted, the constant tug-of-war between the desperate need to fuck Seonghwa senseless and the fragile sense of propriety that kept you at arm’s length slowly driving you insane.

But all of that paled in comparison to the real torment still waiting just days ahead.

Misol’s birthday was only days away, and she was throwing a lavish pajama party right there in the very house where Mr. Park made his famous strawberry pancakes with milk icing every Sunday morning — wearing those soft cardigans that made him look so perfectly domestic and harmless, smiling at you like you were nothing more than his daughter’s sweet, pretty little friend.

You had already said yes.

Ever since you discovered the truth about Seonghwa, the anticipation had been devouring you alive. You constantly caught yourself obsessively staring at the calendar on your phone, counting down the hours like an addict desperate for her next devastating fix.

His seductive velvety voice, that wickedly long tongue, and those elegant fingers haunted you everywhere — during lectures, on crowded buses, even while standing at the sink brushing your teeth. 

By the time you stumbled home each evening, your panties were hopelessly ruined, soaked through with sticky, warm juices that clung obscenely to your plump labia. Every step made the wet fabric slide and tease against your sensitive folds, a constant, torturous reminder of how badly your pussy ached for the man who was supposed to be innocuous.

The night before the party, you stood in front of the mirror for nearly an hour, heart hammering with a dizzying mix of worry and forbidden excitement as you tried on every pajama set you owned, searching desperately for the one that would make you look as tempting as possible — because you knew Mr. Park would be there too. 

"God, what am I even doing? I need to stop and act like there's nothing wrong… he is Misol’s dad." The thought burned through your mind, cheeks flushing hot while your pulse raced with wicked, shameful excitement. And deep down, you knew you should listen to the voice of reason. But the throb between your thighs told you the truth — you had no intention of stopping.

The moment you slipped into the soft pink shorts and delicate white vest top, your innocent little outfit, which had once made you feel so safe, suddenly felt like a complete lie. The material was very thin, showing off your curves in a way that was a bit too sexy. You turned sideways, smoothing your hands over your hips, imagining Seonghwa’s dark eyes drifting slowly over your body. Would he still give you that gentle, harmless smile and pat your head like always… or would his gaze finally darken when he noticed how shamelessly your hard nipples were poking against the fine fabric, begging for attention?

The thought sent a heavy throb pulsing between your legs, your pussy clenching needily as warmth flooded your core.

You peeled it off and reached for something bolder — the silky black camisole and matching shorts. The cool material whispered over your skin as it hugged your curves even more provocatively, the short hem barely covering the swell of your plump ass.

"Too obvious." You scolded yourself. "If Mr. Park looks at me in this, he'll get it straight away." You tugged nervously at the hem, trying to make it a little more decent, but your mind betrayed you. You couldn’t stop picturing those elegant fingers slipping under the silk, brushing teasingly against your soaked folds while he whispered filthy praise in your ears. You can’t deny that the prospect was extremely tempting. Still not enough, though.

You dug deeper into your underwear drawer, and pulled out the sheer red babydoll set you’d bought on a reckless whim, but never dared wear. The lace was barely there — delicate straps, a plunging neckline that framed your breasts perfectly, and a tiny skirt that flared just enough to tease. You slid it on, the fabric pleasurably cooled your flushed skin.

Would this be enough to finally break through that perfect, gentle mask he’d worn for years and unleash the man who mercilessly ruined girls on cam?

You hope so.

And yet, no matter how provocative it looked in the mirror, it still felt laughably modest compared to the obscene fantasies that had been consuming you every single night.

With trembling fingers you reached for the final option — the black silk slip dress that barely reached mid-thigh, paired with the matching crotchless thongs that you’d hidden at the very back of your drawer. You stepped into the thongs first, gasping softly as the cool air kissed your exposed pussy. No barrier. Nothing could hide how wet you already were. You pulled the slip dress over your head and smoothed it down, expensive silk gliding over your sensitive nipples and heated skin like a lover's tongue.

Your thighs clenched instinctively the moment you caught your reflection. You looked utterly lewd… just like the girls in Seonghwa’s videos. A fresh rush of your mucus ran out of your little hole, coated your bare folds, dripping slowly down your inner thigh. 

Oh god… if Mr. Park accidentally brushed against you on the couch, or leaned in close while pouring drinks — he’d feel exactly how open and ready you are. No panties in the way. Just your warm, sweet cunt begging for his thick cock and tongue. 

The thought made your knees weak. You imagined him noticing the easy access, his voice dropping low as he whispers in your ear "What a naughty little girl we have here… walking around my house with your pretty pussy on display for me.” The image was so vivid you had to bite your lip hard to choke back a desperate moan as a fresh gush of slick poured from your hole and ran shamelessly down your thighs.

Fuck, you were up to your ears in this mess.

You weren’t sure you could control yourself around him anymore. Not after everything you’d seen.

Every sweet, innocent memory about Mr. Park — him pouring tea with that gentle smile, ruffling Misol’s hair, laughing softly at your lame jokes, those warm, cosy evenings filled with light-hearted talk and strawberry pancakes on lazy Sunday mornings — had been completely burned away by the raw, filthy truth of exactly what that body could do.

You knew how his thick cock stretched and ruined tight pussies until they gaped and fluttered helplessly around him. You knew exactly how long and greedy his tongue was — curling, flicking, burying itself deep while he moaned like he couldn’t get enough. You knew the filthy praises he growled in that velvet voice while he fucked someone senseless, making them cream and squirt all over his glistening golden abs.

You knew all this...and tomorrow night, you would be in his house, wearing almost nothing at all — your little pussy completely exposed for him and dripping beneath the thinnest layer of silk, just waiting for one careless touch to reveal everything.

The night of Misol’s birthday unfolded like a fever dream wrapped in silk ribbons and champagne bubbles.

Mr. Park had outdone himself again. The huge living room glowed with strings of fairy lights that cast a soft, golden haze over everything, turning the space into something intimate and alluring. Presents towered on the coffee table like a tempting pile of silk bows and shimmering iridescent wrapping, while pink champagne flowed endlessly — sweet, fizzy, and dangerously seductive on the tongue.

He had even prepared a gift for each of his daughter’s friends.

When the girls tore open the elegant boxes, delicate, tiny pajama sets made of the finest silk and French lace spilled out — so sheer and perfectly cut that they clung to every curve and draped in all the most sinful places. Delighted gasps and breathy giggles filled the air as the girls looked at Mr. Park like he had personally hung the stars in the sky just for them.

Seonghwa stood in the middle of it all, a source of universal admiration and adoration, glowing like a fucking light bulb. His cheeks flushed with that signature sweet, “innocent” pink as one hand shyly rubbed the back of his neck. He murmured softly, almost apologetically, “You’re all so beautiful… you should treat yourselves more often. Or your boyfriends.”His voice was gentle, almost apologetic, like he was embarrassed by his own bold choice.  And just like that, with nothing more than a few quiet words and that  devastating smile, he stole every heart in the room all over again. 

As the party went on, the music grew louder, the pink champagne flowed stronger, and the girls grew drunken, reminding you of giddy, fluttering butterflies  — flushed cheeks, sparkling laughter, and silk-clad bodies swaying lazily under the golden fairy lights.

But you weren’t drunk on alcohol or sugar. You were drunk on him — completely, helplessly, ruinously drunk on Seonghwa. Just hearing the name “Mr. Park” made your head spin and heat bloom low in your belly. Let alone the man himself.

All night, your eyes kept finding the elegant line of his shoulders, the way the luxurious black silk of his designer pajamas slid over his sculpted frame like liquid shadow, catching the light every time he moved. He looked absolutely devastating, predatory elegance wrapped in effortless charm — majestic, alluring, and far too tempting for a man who was supposed to be just an ordinary single dad.

Every stolen glance sent a fresh wave of heat rushing straight to your core, making your pussy throb beneath the thin silk of your own pajamas. The delicate fabric suddenly felt too tight, too damp, clinging uncomfortably to your swollen folds with every little shift.

You tried not to lose sight of him, yet Mr. Park kept slipping away, as if he were playing with you a slow, maddening game of hide-and-seek  — retreating into the semi-darkness of quiet corners, sinking into the couch among fluffy pillows, offering those polite, sweet smiles without ever fully joining the chaos. 

Eventually he disappeared altogether, leaving behind nothing but an ache that settled low and heavy between your thighs.

God, what you wouldn’t give to follow him right now. You wanted to slip away from the laughter, find whatever dark corner he’d claimed, drop to your knees like the desperate little slut, and press your face against the front of his silk pants. You wanted to feel his cock twitch and thicken against your cheek while you nuzzled him shamelessly, showing him exactly how good, how eager you could be for him.

You wanted him to finally snap — to pin you against the nearest wall, shove one of his hands down your slutty tiny shorts, and sink two long fingers deep into your tight little pussy while his wicked tongue licked into your mouth like he was starving for you.

You imagined the low, velvety moan he’d make when he felt exactly how drenched and ready your pretty cunt already was for him. The thought made your nipples tighten into aching peaks against the thin fabric and the fresh rush of slick coating your plump, swollen folds.

By the time the music finally died down and everyone collapsed in a happy, drunken pile of bodies in Misol’s bedroom and soft snores filled the room — you were still wide awake and burning alive.

You lay there for over an hour, eyes fixed on the dark, silent ceiling. Sleep stubbornly refused to come. Your thoughts kept racing, wild and restless, while your thighs clenched under the duvet, searching for relief that never arrived. 

Eventually you gave up. Grabbing the half-full glass of champagne from the nightstand, you slipped quietly out of the room and padded barefoot down the dimly lit hallway toward the kitchen. The cool floor sent little shivers racing up your bare legs, making your skin prickle. 

But it seems you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.

The second you pushed open the kitchen door, you froze. Mr. Park  was already there. Seonghwa stood in the middle of the kitchen looking utterly wrecked in the most sinful way possible as if he had just spent the last few hours lost in slow, filthy, passionate fucking and hadn’t bothered to hide the evidence of his pleasure.

His silk top was dangerously unbuttoned, revealing a tempting sliver of smooth, golden chest gleaming under the soft kitchen light. The waistband of his pants sat teasingly low on his hips, the silky fabric clinging to the powerful lines of his thighs and exposing that deep, delicious V that arrowed straight down toward the heavy outline of his cock. His blond hair was deliciously tousled, soft strands falling messily across his forehead as though someone had pulled it hard in the throes of pleasure. And those plump, luxurious lips of his were swollen and reddened, clearly bitten raw for hours.

The usual gentle expression you knew so well had vanished. In its place was something darker, more depraved. Hungrier. A predator’s gaze — sharp, hypnotic, burning straight through you. His eyes dragged slowly down your body, drinking in every inch of you in those tiny, slutty silk sets you'd chosen with such filthy intent. The lust in his stare was so intense that you could almost feel it physically. It slid languidly over the graceful length of your neck, lingering on the way your nipples strained visibly against the delicate silk, tracing the plush softness of your breasts, before continuing lower and over your bare thighs and the short hem that barely skimmed the soft curve of your plump ass.

Mr Park’s dark, sultry eyes dragged slowly down your body, drinking in every inch of you in those tiny, slutty silk sets you’d chosen with such filthy intent. The lust in his stare was so intense that you could almost feel it physically. It slid languidly over the graceful length of your neck, lingering on the how your nipples strained visibly against the delicate silk, tracing the the plush softness of your breasts, before continuing lower — over your bare thighs and the short hem that barely skimmed the soft curve of your plump ass.

You were seen standing frozen in the doorway like a deer caught in the headlights, the champagne glass completely forgotten in your trembling hand. Your thighs clenched instinctively as another warm rush of slick slipped from your needy little cunt. 

And for the first time tonight, the two of you were completely, dangerously alone.

Seonghwa had been watching you for months, if not years — long before the pink champagne and luxurious silk pajamas turned the living room into a hazy, intoxicating dream filled with shimmering fairy lights and forbidden temptation.

What had started as a quiet, harmless crush on his daughter’s pretty friend had twisted into something far darker, far more ravenous. God, it was so wrong. There were nights the guilt gnawed at him until he could barely breathe, but the temptation was simply too powerful. He was only a man, after all, and for the years of loneliness and sexual frustration his needs had grown sharper, hungrier, so much so that it was impossible to ignore.

He wanted you in every filthy, tender, and utterly devastating way imaginable. The only thing still holding him back was your long friendship with Misol. Yet even that couldn’t stop the endless stream of lewd, unholy thoughts that flooded his mind whenever you were near.

He ached to ruin that sweet little cunt with his thick cock until you sobbed his name in broken moans, then soothe every trembling inch of you with slow, greedy strokes of his wicked tongue. He wanted you bent over every surface in this house — riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch your soft, plush ass bounce and ripple with every brutal snap of his hips, or folded in half beneath him so he could watch every thick inch of himself stretch your pretty pussy open, claiming you completely.

But Seonghwa wasn’t blind.

He had caught every single sign — the way your thighs pressed together the instant he leaned in too close, the pretty blush that crept up the elegant column of your neck when the hem of his shirt rode up and revealed a strip of bare skin, and how you would quickly lick the corner of your mouth while staring at his lips like you were starving for them. You were such a naughty little thing, and God, he loved every second of it.

Lately your stares have grown bolder, hungrier. Seonghwa couldn’t help but wonder what had finally pushed you across that delicate line between propriety and desire. Had you simply decided to stop pretending? Or maybe… maybe you had stumbled across one of the videos he had starred in. The mere thought that you might have touched yourself to him — your sweet fingers buried deep inside that tight little princess pussy while you watched him moan and come like a desperate whore, made his cock throb with dark, possessive satisfaction all night long.

After all, Seonghwa knew exactly how good he was. He fucked like a god, and no one who had ever been under him could deny it. In his wilder days he had claimed more than a few sweet, dripping cunts and eager little asses, and every single one of them had left his bed ruined for anyone else. What he wouldn’t give to show you just how skillfully he could use his thick cock and greedy tongue — to prove that no matter who you let between your legs afterward, you would always come crawling back to him, because no one else would ever satisfy you the way he could. He would reshape that pretty little pussy until it remembered only him if that was what it took.

Tonight’s party had been absolute torture.

You looked utterly obscene in the tiny silk pajama set he had chosen himself. Now he was half-regretting about this. The delicate fabric clung to every curve like a second skin, the shorts riding high enough to tease the soft, bare underside of your delicious ass with every step. He had spent the entire evening painfully hard, forced to hide in shadows and among fluffy pillows, barely keeping the beast inside him leashed.

At one point the tension became almost unbearable.

Seonghwa had no choice but to shamefully escape to his bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the carefully constructed dam of restraint and decorum he had been clinging to all night finally shattered.

Hwa hurriedly tore off his silk top with such force that the buttons scattered across the floor, and shoved the pants down just far enough to free his cock. The heavy length slapped against his perfectly sculpted abs with a loud, wet sound, splashing sticky drops of pre-cum across his defined muscles. Velvety, long cock stood flushed a deep red, glistening under the low light, coated in a thick layer of pre-cum, like a delicacy; beneath it, his balls hung full and taut, heavy with the load making it clear how much he was ready to release.

Seonghwa could barely believe he had lasted this long, it was so heavy and swollen that he felt physically uncomfortable. Hwa desperately needed some kind of release; otherwise, he might simply lose control and explode from intense arousal.

Grabbing the first pillow he could find from the bed, he mounted it like he wanted to mount you. Face buried in the cool silk sheets, ass high in the air, he fucked into it with punishing snaps of his hips — hard, filthy, relentless. His heavy balls slapped wetly against the fabric with every thrust as he imagined driving deep into your tight little cunt, stretching you wide around him. Sweat traced down the elegant curve of his spine while his back flexed powerfully.

He had caught every single sign — the way your thighs pressed together the instant he leaned in too close, the pretty blush that crept up the elegant column of your neck when the hem of his shirt rode up and revealed a strip of bare skin, and how you would quickly lick the corner of your mouth while staring at his lips like you were starving for them. You were such a naughty little thing, and God, he loved every second of it.

Lately your stares have grown bolder, hungrier. Seonghwa couldn’t help but wonder what had finally pushed you across that delicate line between propriety and desire. Had you simply decided to stop pretending? Or maybe… maybe you had stumbled across one of the videos he had starred in. The mere thought that you might have touched yourself to him — your sweet fingers buried deep inside that tight little princess pussy while you watched him moan and come like a desperate whore, made his cock throb with dark, possessive satisfaction all night long.

After all, Seonghwa knew exactly how good he was. He fucked like a god, and no one who had ever been under him could deny it. In his wilder days he had claimed more than a few sweet, dripping cunts and eager little asses, and every single one of them had left his bed ruined for anyone else. What he wouldn’t give to show you just how skillfully he could use his thick cock and greedy tongue — to prove that no matter who you let between your legs afterward, you would always come crawling back to him, because no one else would ever satisfy you the way he could. He would reshape that pretty little pussy until it remembered only him if that was what it took.

Tonight’s party had been absolute torture.

You looked utterly obscene in the tiny silk pajama set he had chosen himself. Now he was half-regretting about this. The delicate fabric clung to every curve like a second skin, the shorts riding high enough to tease the soft, bare underside of your delicious ass with every step. He had spent the entire evening painfully hard, forced to hide in shadows and among fluffy pillows, barely keeping the beast inside him leashed.

At one point the tension became almost unbearable.

Seonghwa had no choice but to shamefully escape to his bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the carefully constructed dam of restraint and decorum he had been clinging to all night finally shattered.

Hwa hurriedly tore off his silk top with such force that the buttons scattered across the floor, and shoved the pants down just far enough to free his cock. The heavy length slapped against his perfectly sculpted abs with a loud, wet sound, splashing sticky drops of pre-cum across his defined muscles. Velvety, long cock stood flushed a deep red, glistening under the low light, coated in a thick layer of pre-cum, like a delicacy; beneath it, his balls hung full and taut, heavy with the load making it clear how much he was ready to release.

Seonghwa could barely believe he had lasted this long, it was so heavy and swollen that he felt physically uncomfortable. Hwa desperately needed some kind of release; otherwise, he might simply lose control and explode from intense arousal.

Grabbing the first pillow he could find from the bed, he mounted it like he wanted to mount you. Face buried in the cool silk sheets, ass high in the air, he fucked into it with punishing snaps of his hips — hard, filthy, relentless. His heavy balls slapped wetly against the fabric with every thrust as he imagined driving deep into your tight little cunt, stretching you wide around him. Sweat traced down the elegant curve of his spine while his back flexed powerfully.

“Fuck… baby, there you go.” Seonghwa panted into the tangled sheets, his voice wrecked and hoarse with pleasure. “Take Daddy’s cock… just like that. You were fucking made for it.” He groaned deep in his chest, hips snapping harder. “Been dying to bury myself in this tight little cunt for so fucking long…”

Seonghwa flipped onto his back, still rutting against the pillow, wrapping a slick fist around his throbbing cock and stroking with long, obscene pulls. His other hand tugged and squeezed his aching balls as filthy fantasies spilled from his plump, bitten lips. 

He pictured you on your knees, taking every inch down your warm, eager throat like a good girl. He pictured you watching his videos while he fucked you senseless with his fingers. He pictured you creaming and squirting all over his cock as he claimed you completely.

Hwa's strokes grew frantic, hips snapping up hard. A strangled, broken moan tore from his throat, as he finally cum. Thick, pearly ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head in long, messy jets, painting the pillow in glistening streaks. He kept grinding through it, smearing the warm load everywhere until the silk was completely ruined and shining with his sperm.

Even then, he wasn’t done.

Seonghwa scooped up the creamy mess of his cum from his sculpted abs with two fingers and brought the glistening digits straight to his mouth, smearing the pearly load obscenely across his plump lips and tongue before sucking them clean with loud, wet, filthy sounds.

“Look what you did to me, baby…” Seonghwa exhaled shakily, his siren eyes half-lidded and glazed with bliss. He looked like he had just finished a long, filthy porn shoot, flushed, spent, and glistening with sweat and cum. “You made Daddy so fucking dirty… made me milk out so much sperm for you.”

He scooped another thick rope from the swollen, throbbing head of his cock and pushed it between his lips, sucking greedily while moaning softly around his own load. Hwa moaned softly at the warm, milky-salty taste coating his tongue, eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss. He could already picture it so clearly — feeding every thick drop to you one day. Making you lick it slowly from his fingers, from the swollen head of his cock, from his lips… all while he praised you in that low, velvet voice, telling you what a good little cumslut you were for Daddy.

The taste of his release only made him hungrier for the real thing — for you.

When the last tremors finally faded, Seonghwa lay sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, golden skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His cock still twitched lazily against his toned stomach, heavy and spent.

By the time his mind cleared, the laughter and music throughout the house had completely died down, leaving everything wrapped in a thick, sleepy silence.

“Damn…” Seonghwa muttered hoarsely, dragging a tired hand over his face and pushing the damp blond strands away from his eyes. With heavy limbs he forced himself out of bed and headed straight for the shower.

After cleaning up just enough to look presentable again, then slipped another set of luxurious silk pyjamas. Still barefoot, he padded quietly down the hallway toward the kitchen for a glass of water.

He was reaching into the fridge when he heard the soft sound of bare footsteps behind him.

Seonghwa turned slowly… and there you were.

You stood in the doorway wearing nothing but the tiny silk pajama set he had chosen himself, the delicate fabric barely containing your body. The champagne glass trembled slightly in your hand, and your big, beautiful eyes were wide, locked onto him.

Seonghwa’s gaze sharpened instantly, turning dark as it dragged slowly down your body. He drank in every soft curve, the way your nipples had hardened beneath the thin silk, practically begging for his mouth to latch on and suck them until they were swollen and cherry-red. His eyes continued lower, tracing the smooth expanse of bare skin and the dangerously short hem that barely covered the lush, plump curve of your ass.

You looked like every filthy fantasy he had just fucked that pillow to.

And for the first time tonight, the two of you were completely, dangerously alone.

The kitchen suddenly felt impossibly small, the air thick and electric with everything neither of you had dared to say out loud.

You stood frozen in the doorway, champagne glass cool against your clammy palm, while Seonghwa leaned against the counter like he owned the darkness itself. His silk top clung to the faint sheen of sweat still drying on his golden skin, unbuttoned dangerously low to reveal the sharp cut of his collarbones. Long, angry scratch marks raked across his shoulders — fresh, red lines left by someone’s nails in the heat of passion. The sight sent a sharp, bitter taste spread across your tongue.. Had he been with someone else while you were all laughing in the living room? No… he had been right there with you the whole time. So… had he made them himself?

His blond hair was a tousled wreck, eyes darker than you had ever seen them — predatory, unblinking, dragging slowly over every inch of you.

You could feel the heat of his stare burning across your skin like a slow caress.

It was so new, so hellishly captivating, that for a breathless moment you forgot how to breathe, a molten wave of excitement flooding through your body. That devilish sparkle dancing deep in his eyes only made it worse. If he kept looking at you like that — dark, knowing, and utterly starving — you would have melted right there on the kitchen floor into a slick, trembling puddle of pure lust.

The raw hunger in his gaze made your needy little hole throb with fresh urgency. Filthy images flooded your mind: him bending you over the counter without a word, yanking those tiny shorts down your legs, and burying his face between your thighs until you were dripping down his chin, moaning and begging for more.

But those were just your little fantasies. Because all Mr. Park did was give you that same soft, shy smile he had worn earlier and gesture vaguely at the fridge.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said, voice low and a little embarrassed. “Thought a glass of warm milk might help…” Milk? Seriously? The word hung in the charged air, so absurdly innocent it almost made you laugh. “Did I wake you?” Hwa added quickly, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. A faint blush colored his handsome cheeks, giving him that gentle, sweet charm that looked almost ridiculous next to how sinful he still looked — flushed skin, scratch marks, and that dark, predatory glint in his eyes. “Or couldn’t you sleep either? Everyone passed out ages ago.”

“No, it's fine.” You replied, stepping into the kitchen on shaky legs. “It was all just… a bit much. I couldn’t get to sleep.”

The small talk started — safe, ridiculous, pointless, while desire pulsed hot and heavy between your legs and his eyes kept drifting down to the way you kept squeezing your thighs together, as if that could possibly hide how soaked your pretty little pussy had become. He asked about the champagne. You mumbled something about it being too sweet. He laughed softly, the sound low, velvet, rough, and said he had picked the pink one because it reminded him of something pretty.

You both knew exactly what he meant.

The tension between you was thick enough to taste — heavy, crackling, alive. You opened your mouth to say something normal, anything to ease the unbearable awkwardness of the moment, but the words that spilled out were disastrous and irreversible.

“I’ve seen your films.” Holy shit. Your face burned instantly, stomach twisting into a painful knot. You wanted to die on the spot, to sink straight through the tiles, to run and hide forever beneath the pile of pink cushions and glitter in Misol’s bedroom.

Seonghwa froze completely, as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over him. Then a low, dark chuckle rumbled from his throat — half-ashamed, half-starving. He rubbed the back of his neck, the expensive silk pulling tight across his chest, and when his eyes met yours again the predator was fully awake. Pupils blown wide, gaze locked on you like prey he had been stalking for months.

“Did you like what you saw?” He whispered, so low and hoarse the words barely reached you. His voice was pure velvet soaked in sin — dark honey laced with poison, carrying a dangerous, almost demonic undertone that promised every filthy thing he wanted to do to you. It wrapped around you like smoke, pulling you in the way moths are helplessly drawn to flame. 

The air between you ignited, flaring hot as hellfire, thick with crackling tension and forbidden desire. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. Every inhale dragged slowly and heavy through your lungs. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a fever dream — the kind that left you soaked and aching when you woke up alone in the dark.

Mr. Park was standing so close now that the warmth rolling off his body sank straight into your skin. His half-open silk shirt brushed against the lace on your pajamas, and the faint, intoxicating scent of his sweat, dried cum, and rich perfume clung to him like the filthiest secret.  His eyes were black fire, slowly devouring every shaky rise of your chest and every subtle shift of your thighs.

You didn’t answer. The words were trapped somewhere between your brain and your tongue, because all you could do was stare at his lavish, lewd mouth and imagine it on you — licking, sucking, owning.

The silence stretched one heartbeat too long.

Seonghwa jerked back like you’d burned him, spinning away so fast the silk of his shirt flared open wider across his chest. His shoulders went rigid, the powerful muscles in his back flexing hard beneath the thin fabric as he dragged a hand through his messy blond hair.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He stammered, voice shaky and raw. “Listen, darling… I mean, Y/N. That was… I shouldn’t have. I didn’t mean to push like that. It’s the alcohol, I just...shit, I’m gonna go…” He was already stepping toward the hallway, bare feet hurrying across the cold floor, elegant shoulders hunched like he was trying to vanish back into the shadows the way he had all night.

But your hand shot out before your brain could catch up. Your fingers caught the hem of his silk shirt and yanked him to a halt. The fabric was smooth, opulent, still warm and damp from his earlier sweat, and it clung to your skin like it never wanted you to let go.

“Yes.” You breathed, voice trembling yet steady. The dam inside you finally broke, and every filthy, secret thought you’d kept locked away for so long came pouring out in a hot, unstoppable rush. “Yes… I loved it. So much. I imagined you doing every single thing to me. Every single night. I came so hard thinking about you Mr. Park, squirted all over my sheets, soaking everything, because I couldn’t stop picturing your thick cock splitting me open. I fucked myself stupid with toys, none of which could ever compare to you, watching your videos on repeat, pretending it was you stretching my tight little cunt, my ass, my throat… filling me until my belly swelled with your cum. I wanted you to claim me, Mr. Park. I wanted it so fucking badly.”

The effect on him was instant and devastating.

Seonghwa’s whole body locked up, then shuddered violently like you’d struck a live wire. A broken, guttural sound tore from his throat — half moan, half desperate whine as his head fell back and his eyes rolled for a heartbeat before squeezing shut in pure bliss. His chest heaved, brown, sugary nipples tight against the open silk, the front of his pants tenting obscenely as fresh pre-cum soaked through the fabric.

“Tell me more, baby.” He rasped, the plea wrecked and starving, as if he were the one on his knees now. “Please… fuck, tell me everything.”

Sudden courage surged through you like liquid fire — bold, reckless, and burning away every last shred of hesitation and shame. You stepped forward and pressed your body tightly against his back, the warmth of him sinking into your skin as your hand slid shamelessly down his stomach and straight into the front of his pants.

Your fingers wrapped tight around his thick, throbbing length. He was burning hot, velvet-steel, pulsing so violently against your palm you felt every vein swelled. The silk was completely ruined, soaked with pre-cum that smeared warm and slippery over your fingers the second you stroked him once — slowly, deliberately and grubbly. And blimey, he felt so perfect beneath your touch. 

Seonghwa’s hips jerked forward with a quiet, plaintive  groan, his head dropping helplessly as another full-body shudder tore through him.

A slow, smug little smile curved your strawberry-red lips at the sound. Fuck, you couldn’t even pretend it didn’t turn you on.

‘I couldn't think of anything else...’  You purred sweetly; the sound of your voice was sultry and warm, like honey dripping onto his skin. Your hand tightened around his thick length, stroking him with long, languid pulls. Your thumb swirled over the swollen, leaking head through the silk, teasing the sensitive underside before pressing lightly into the slit, causing more pre-cum oozed out in thick, glossy drops, coating your fingers in a warm, slippery mess.  “Only your fat cock… leaking for me, stretching my tight little cunt open while I screamed your name.” Your words hung in the charged air, sinful and shameless, wrapping around both of you like smoke.

His breathing turned ragged and broken, almost like soft sobs.  His whole body shuddered violently against you, every hard muscle trembling and twitching as he lost control under your hand. Such a perfect and proper Mr. Park had completely unraveled, hips rolling helplessly into your fist like he was already fucking you right there against the counter.

“Keep going, angel,” he rasped, his voice completely shattered. “Don’t you dare stop… Tell Daddy how you fucked that pretty little pussy with your toys. Tell me how fucking wet you got for me, princess. How you dripped and soaked everything while you moaned my name like a desperate little whore. I need it. I need every fucking detail.”

The sleepy silence of the kitchen was broken only by the wet, obscene schlick-schlick of your hand eagerly pumping his cock through the ruined silk and the broken, slutty whimpers falling spilling from his pretty mouth. But you wanted skin. You wanted every hot inch of him.

To hell with it. You shamelessly  shoved your hand straight past the waistband, no fabric left between you, just hot, perfectly smooth skin and pure lust.

Your fingers wrapped around his bare cock, and the heavy, throbbing weight of it in your palm was so tempting that your mouth immediately filled with saliva. You licked your lips unconsciously, already imagining the creamy,  rich taste of his cum pouring copiously from the tiny, pulsating slit at the plump, rounded tip. There was so much to worship — so much to lick, suck, choke on, and swallow until your belly was full of him.

A fresh rush of slick oozed from your greedy little cunt, soaking your silky folds and dripping down your thighs as you stroked him root to tip, slow and filthy. Your thumb swirled over the leaking head, twisting teasingly so more thick pre-cum spilled down to his heavy, velvety balls.

“God, Mr. Park…”You ou breathed, voice dripping with sin. “You’re so fucking big.” You squeezed tighter, pumping him faster, the disgustingly loud, wet slurping filling the quiet kitchen. “I love how you throb for me… how messy and leaky you get. I could jerk this fat cock for hours while I tell you every nasty thing I’ve dreamed about.”

Every word that left your lips only made you wetter, your greedy little cunt clenching around nothing as you imagined all the ways he could destroy you. You could feel your own slick dripping down your inner thighs, and the thought of him finding out just how soaked you were made you squeeze his cock even harder.

“The way you fuck in those videos… God, it should be illegal.” You breathed, voice thick with lust. “How is any girl supposed to stay indifferent when you look like that? Hips snapping so hard, that perky, firm ass up in the air, moaning like a desperate little whore… It turns me on so fucking much.” You squeezed his throbbing cock tighter, stroking him faster as your own words made your pussy clench. “But what I want most is this cock ruining me. I want to drop to my knees right here and worship it — suck you so deep until I’m choking and crying, while you fuck my throat.” Your lips brushed the warm, honey skin on his shoulder as you whispered the last part, voice trembling with need. “Please, Mr. Park… Seonghwa… let me.”

Before you could even react, he yanked your hand out of his pants, spun you roughly, and slammed you against his chest. One elegant hand collared your delicate throat, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your pulse hammer wildly against his palm. His other hand banded around your waist, crushing you to him even closer so every rigid, throbbing inch of his cock ground hot and heavy against your lower stomach through the thin silk.

Seonghwa didn’t kiss you. He devoured you. His mouth crashed down on yours, tongue shoving past your lips in a filthy, wet slide, claiming every inch of your mouth like he owned it. Without warning, he pulled back just enough to spit a thick, warm glob of saliva straight onto your waiting tongue, watching with dark satisfaction as it landed heavy and glistening. Then he dove back in, licking his own spit from your mouth with long, obscene strokes, sucking on your tongue like he wanted to consume you whole. It was messy, desperate, drool already spilling down your chin and onto your heaving tits as he fucked your mouth with his tongue and bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

When he finally ripped away, you were gasping, lips swollen and glistening with his spit. His eyes were pure black hunger, darker and more ravenous than before as if tasting you had only made him starve for the rest of you.

“Just look at you…” Seonghwa growled against your lips, his voice low and velvet-wrapped darkness.“Such a naughty little slut, confessing every filthy fantasy to Daddy. No shame at all, hmm?” His grip on your throat tightened possessively, thumb stroking your racing pulse as that devilish smirk curved his lips. “You really thought I’d let you drop to your knees and suck me off just like that? Oh no, princess. First you’re going to earn it. You’re going to work that greedy little cunt on my cock until you’re shaking and dripping for me.” He leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “I’m going to fuck your pretty princess pussy so hard you’ll feel me for days.”

He didn’t wait for your answer. His hand stayed clamped around your throat as he dragged you down the dark hallway toward the guest bedroom, your bare feet scrambling to keep up on the cool floor. Three steps in and his self-control completely shattered. Seonghwa shoved you hard against the wall, roughly yanked your silk top over your head, and ripped the tiny shorts down your legs in one brutal tug. You were naked in seconds, your perky tits heaving and lasciviously swayed with every shaky breath, your pretty pussy swollen and glistening, warm slick already dripping down your thighs in shiny, obscene trails.

Seonghwa spat loudly into his palm, then slapped his wet hand straight between your legs. Two long fingers dragged slowly through your silky, soaked folds, spreading his warm spit and your sticky arousal everywhere, coating your swollen lips and clit until everything was slick and messy. He cupped your entire pussy in his palm and squeezed hard, possessively — claiming you completely — letting you feel just how drenched and desperate your greedy little cunt was for him. 

No one had ever touched you like that before, and fuck… it felt so bloody good.

“Fuck, listen to how wet you are for me, little princess.” Seonghwa growled, his moist, plump lips brushing against the delicate skin of your earlobe with every word, sending hot shivers racing down your spine and making your pussy clench greedily around nothing. His fingers rubbed slow, dirty circles over your swollen clit before sinking knuckle-deep inside you with a loud, obscene squelch. “Every time you came over to our house, sweetheart, I used to fantasize about bending you over the nearest surface and destroying this pretty little pussy until you couldn’t walk straight.” He slapped your soaked cunt sharply — once, twice, the wet smacks echoing down the hallway as your hips jerked and another gush of slick coated his fingers.

“You’re such a Miss Sugar Pink.” Seonghwa growled against your ear, voice low and filthy. “I’ve been losing my mind wondering how creamy and honeyed this pretty pussy would taste, how hotly and intensely you’ll squirt.” His fingers curled deep inside you with a disgusting slurping sound, stroking that perfect spot until your knees threatened to buckle. “Fuck, I’m going to ruin you so good, angel.” He promised darkly. “Gonna stretch this tight little cunt until it only remembers the shape of my cock. You’re never going to want anyone else after I’m done with you. I want to own you, princess,” Seonghwa growled, voice dark and possessive. “Every hole. Every moan. Every fucking inch of you.” Mr. Park's purring, extremely sexual voice vibrates against your heated skin like an electric shock, sending waves of arousal straight to your lustful, yearning vagina. His fingers curled viciously inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your walls trembled and clenched greedily around him, trying desperately to keep him buried deep. “And now I’m going to.” With a filthy, wet pop he yanked his fingers out, spun you around, and slammed your back against the wall. 

His hand immediately dove between your legs again, cupping your dripping pussy possessively, rubbing slow, dirty circles over your swollen clit while his mouth crashed into yours once more.

You moaned lewdly into the kiss, one hand fisting his blond hair, the other wrapping tight around his throbbing cock, stroking him fast and greedy. You stayed like that for long, dizzy minutes — bodies grinding desperately, tongues sliding wet and messy, his fingers spanking your soaked cunt while you jerked his leaking cock, both of you lost in raw, filthy need.

“Oh God… I’m gonna squirt if you keep...” You whined desperately into his mouth, voice breaking.

Seonghwa ripped his lips away from yours, breathing hard. He slowed down, lazily pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy, leaving your greedy little hole quivering and empty. Without a word, he lifted his slick, glistening fingers to your mouth. You didn’t even think. Your lips parted obediently and you sucked them in deep, tasting yourself — sweet, tangy, and filthy — bobbing your head and moaning around his fingers exactly like you would around his cock.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy…” Seonghwa groaned, eyes rolling back as a guttural moan tore from his throat. “I want you so badly.” He dragged you the last few feet down the hall, kicked the guest bedroom door open, and shoved you inside.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Mr. Park didn’t waste a single second.

You never made it to bed. Instead, he pinned you right back against the wall, one muscular thigh shoving between yours to spread you wide open. His elegant fingers slid back between your legs, but this time the rhythm turned slow, deliberate, almost reverent — teasing you with lazy, heated strokes that made your soaked folds part so easily for him.

He was bold now, completely shameless. His wet fingertips slid down, right between your buttocks, teased over your tight little asshole, circling the sensitive ring once, twice, slow and deliberate, before sliding back up and sinking knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt again. The wet, filthy sounds of him fingering you filled the soft, enveloping darkness of the bedroom — loud, obscene slurping and smacking that echoed off the walls. You were sure the sleeping girls upstairs could hear every single wet thrust of his fingers if they weren’t already passed out.

You didn’t give a single fuck if they could hear.

They could have dragged chairs into the hallway, popped open more champagne, and settled in with popcorn to watch the show — you would have given them one hell of a performance. The only thought that still flickered in the back of your mind was Misol… but even that fragile worry melted away under the hot, frenzied intensity of Mr. Park’s hands on you.

Your mouths stayed locked in a sloppy, desperate kiss the entire time — tongues sliding wetly, spit dripping messily down your chins and onto your heaving tits, teeth nipping at swollen lips. Every time his fingers curled deep inside you, you moaned shamelessly into his mouth and he swallowed every sound like he was starving for it, grinding his rock-hard cock against your hip through the ruined silk.

Then he pulled back just enough to growl against your lips, voice low and commanding.

“Stick your tongue out for me, princess.”

You obeyed instantly, mouth falling open, tongue sliding out pink and waiting like an offering.

Seonghwa stared down at you with pure hunger, then slowly, deliberately spat a thick, warm glob of saliva right onto the center of your tongue. It landed heavy and glistening, slowly trickling back toward your throat. But before you could even taste it, he leaned in with a guttural groan and licked it right off — his tongue dragging slow and filthy over yours, claiming every drop of his own spit like he owned your mouth. The deep moan that vibrated from his chest into yours was pure sin as he kissed you even messier, tongues tangling and sucking greedily, drool spilling down your chin.

You were shaking, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, when the words finally tumbled out in a broken, filthy whimper.

“I want it all, Daddy… I want your tongue, your cock, your fingers, give me everything.” Seonghwa moans like you just knocked the air out of his lungs. The sound is raw, shocked, and so fucking turned on it makes his cock twitch violently against your thigh. He fucking loved it. Loved that you weren’t some shy little girl, blushing and hiding under his gaze. No, you were a greedy, dripping slut who looked him straight in the eyes while begging for his cock, his tongue, and every filthy thing he could give you.

“You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” He rasped, voice wrecked and dripping with praise as he pumped his fingers deeper, scissoring you open with wet, filthy sounds. “We can try 69, baby… you can sit on my face and smother me with that pretty pussy while your hot little tongue works my cock like a good girl.”

“I want to see your handsome face while you lick my pussy, Daddy.” You cut him off, bold and shameless, eyes locked on him.

The words hit him like lightning. Seonghwa’s entire body trembled hard. His fingers stuttered inside you for a heartbeat, eyes rolling back as a deep, animalistic groan ripped from his chest. When his gaze snapped back to yours it was feral — pupils blown wide, pure starved bliss written across his face. His plump lips parted on a heavy pant, tongue darting out to lick the taste of you off them.

“Goddamn, princess…” He breathed, voice hoarse and reverent. “You really are fucking perfect. Sweet and slutty and all mine.”

You didn’t have time to react before  Seonghwa yanked his fingers out with a wet, obscene squelch, lifted you clean off the floor like you weighed nothing, and threw you onto the bed. The mattress bounced beneath you as he climbed on top, crawling up your body with dark, predatory intent. His blond hair fell messily into his eyes, a silk shirt hanging open over his flushed, sweaty chest. And for the first time that night, you finally saw him — the real Seonghwa. But the man from the screen. The top porn star, the one who fucked like a god and ruined anyone lucky enough to end up beneath him.

His strong hands easily shoved your thighs wide apart, spreading you obscenely for him. Hwa stared down at your dripping pussy like a starving man about to devour his last meal.

“You want to see my face while I eat this pretty cunt?” He growls, lowering himself between your legs until his hot breath fans over your soaked folds. His siren eyes stay locked on yours the entire time — dark, hungry, unblinking. “Then watch me, baby. Watch Daddy make you scream.” His tongue drags up your slit in one long, filthy stripe, and that’s how a real party gets started.

Seonghwa didn’t tease. Hwa pulled you down hard, forcing your swollen, dripping pussy to press his face completely. The moment your soaked folds pressed flush against his mouth, a deep, guttural moan rumbled from his chest, vibrating straight through your core and making your thighs tremble. His plush lips sealed hungrily around your throbbing clit, sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth while his long, sinful tongue flicked and swirled with shameless greed. Mr. Park ate you like a man completely starved so fucking loud, messy, and utterly obscene — slurping and licking every drop of your slick as if it were the most addictive nectar he’d ever tasted.

He spat directly onto your pussy, watching the thick, warm glob of saliva slowly mix with your creamy juices before he dove back in like a man possessed. His long tongue fucked deep into your clenching hole, thrusting in and out with wet, obscene strokes while he slurped and sucked every drop of your slick like it was his favorite drug. The room filled with the loudest, filthiest sounds — messy slurping, greedy sucking, and his constant low, hungry moans vibrating straight against your core.

Every time you tried to lift your hips even slightly, his strong hands gripped harder and yanked you back down, smothering his face completely in your dripping pussy until his cheeks, chin, and nose were shiny and glistening with your arousal.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good, princess.” He groaned against your folds, voice muffled and rough with pleasure. He sucked your swollen clit hard again, then dragged his tongue lower, licking a slow, filthy stripe over your tight little asshole before spitting on it too. Hwa alternated between devouring your pussy and rimming you with shameless hunger, moaning like he couldn’t decide which part of you he wanted to ruin first. His own cock twitched and leaked steadily against his stomach, hips bucking uselessly into the mattress as he lost himself completely in eating you alive.

You were shaking uncontrollably, thighs trembling on either side of his head, soft desperate whimpers spilling from your lips every time his tongue pushed inside you.  You couldn’t stop grinding down on his mouth, chasing every flick and thrust of his wicked tongue like the greedy little slut he was turning you into.

You didn’t even get a chance to catch your breath before Seonghwa let out a low, feral growl and flipped you both in one smooth motion. He dropped onto his back and dragged you up his body until your sweet, dripping pussy hovered right over his face. Strong hands gripped your hips and yanked you down hard, forcing you to sit fully on his mouth — your swollen, soaked folds pressed flush against his plump lips and eager tongue.

“Come on, princess, ride me.” He rasps, the low growl sinking straight into your aching core. “Use my face like you’ve been dreaming about. Make me your plaything.”

You don’t hesitate. Your fingers twist tight into his thick blond hair, and you roll your hips forward, dragging your slick, swollen folds over his waiting tongue in slow, filthy circles. The first broad, velvet stroke of his tongue drags from your dripping entrance all the way up to your pulsing clit, ripping a sharp, broken moan from your throat as your back arches hard.

He devours you messy, ravenous, utterly without shame. His tongue spears deep into your tight hole, fucking in and out with wet, obscene thrusts while the bridge of his nose grinds perfectly against your throbbing little bud. He sucks your plump, glistening lips into his hot mouth, tongue swirling and flicking without mercy, then pulls back just enough to lash quick, cruel strokes across your swollen clit until your thighs shake violently around his head.

“Fuck, Mr. Park...” You moan, grinding down harder, smearing your dripping arousal all over his chin, his flushed cheeks, and that pretty, ruined mouth. “You eat cunt so fucking good… I watched that video so many times and all I could think about was this. Your tongue buried inside me, licking me open, forcing me to leak down your throat. I touched myself every single night imagining exactly how you’d ruin me with your mouth… and it’s so much better. So much fucking better.” Your filthy praise pulls a loud, muffled groan from deep in his chest. He snarls against your soaked flesh and eats you even more viciously. 

One hand slides up to roughly knead your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple until it throbs with heat. Sharp little smacks land on the soft underside of your tit, making it bounce and sting beautifully, while his other hand grips your ass hard and spreads you wide open for him. His tongue teases lower, circling the tight, untouched ring of muscle with wicked little flicks before plunging back into your greedy pussy with loud, sloppy, obscene sounds.

You ride his face without a shred of shame now — hips rolling and bucking, your slick cunt sliding messily over his tongue and lips, clit dragging across his nose with every filthy grind. Your fingers yank tighter in his hair, using it like reins as you fuck his mouth exactly the way you need. Seonghwa never slows. He only moans louder, lapping and sucking and swallowing every drop of your dripping nectar like it’s the most decadent thing he’s ever tasted, those dark, starving eyes locked upward on your face the entire time.

The pressure coils fast and brutal inside you.

“Seonghwa, fuck, I’m gonna cum on your tongue.” You let out a loud, unashamed moan, pulling Mr. Park by the hair and trembling all over. You felt as though you were on fire; all your senses were on edge; a sticky, tingling heat caressed your skin. Every movement of Hwa’s skilled tongue, gliding between your folds, plunged you deeper and deeper into the haze of pleasure. “You’re so good, daddy...so fucking perfect, eating my cunt like you were born to ruin it....ah....”

Seonghwa growls against your throbbing clit and sucks the swollen little pearl hard between his lips, flicking it with merciless, rapid strokes. That’s all it takes.

You shatter violently, squirting hard all over his gorgeous, godlike face. Hot, messy squirt floods his tongue and chin in pulsing waves, dripping in glossy rivulets down his neck as your hips jerk and grind through every brutal spasm. He moans like he’s the one falling apart, swallowing every sweet drop you feed him, tongue still lapping and working you through the orgasm until you’re trembling and whimpering helplessly above him.

But he’s nowhere near finished. With a wet, ragged gasp, Seonghwa shoves you off his mouth, flips you onto your back in one fluid motion, and crawls over you like a predator ready to devour. His blond hair is a soaked, tangled wreck, glistening with your slick; his lips are shiny, swollen, and obscene; his eyes are pure lust. He licks his lips slowly, staring down at your twitching, drenched slit as if he hadn’t yet satisfied his hunger.

“Fuck… look at you.” He breathes. He spits into his palm, wraps his hand around that big, throbbing cock, and strokes himself with slow, deliberate drags until every veined inch shines obscenely. Then he grabs your thighs, yanks you toward him, and folds you into a mating press—knees shoved back almost beside your ears, your soaked cunt completely exposed and lewdly open, offered up like a gift. “Gonna fuck you so deep like this, princess.” Seonghwa teases the fat, leaking head of his cock up and down your glistening folds, slapping it wetly against your clit twice before he lines himself up.“Gonna watch this greedy little hole take every inch while you’re bent in half for me.”

And with one slow, devastating thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

You’re folded completely beneath him, under his control, knees pressed almost to your  head, and the first deep plunge knocks the breath straight from your lungs. Hwa sinks in with one smooth, merciless glide, stretching your fluttering walls so wide they clench and ripple around every thick inch. The wet, filthy squelch of your cunt swallowing him whole is downright obscene, and his heavy balls slap right against your swollen labia with a loud, lewd smack.

That’s when it hits you like lightning. This man is here for the long haul. There’s not a single hint of exhaustion in his body. His hips roll in a perfect, punishing rhythm—slow enough for you to feel every vein dragging along your sensitive inner walls, deep enough that the fat crown kisses your cervix on every stroke. His balls keep smacking against your labia, heavy and full, the skin already shining with your slick. Sweat traces down the sharp cuts of his abs, but his breathing stays steady, controlled, like he could fuck you for hours and and still won’t get enough.

Park Seonghwa is not a man with simple desires. And he proves it when he suddenly pulls out, hauls you clean off the bed with those long, elegant arms, and slams back inside while holding you suspended in mid-air. 

Your back presses flush against his chest as he fucks you standing—fast, aggressive, hips snapping so hard your tits bounce wildly and your head falls back against his shoulder. The angle is lethal; his cock drags perfectly over that devastating spot inside you until your knees give out and your cunt explodes again. You squirt like a fountain, hot clear streams gushing down his thighs and splattering onto the floor while he just keeps pounding through it, growling filthy praise right against your ear.

Before you can even come down from the last shattering high, Seonghwa drags you off his cock, pulling out another weak squirt from your well-fucked pussy, and bends you over the edge of the bed, shoves your face into the mattress with a firm, unyielding hand between your shoulder blades.

Seonghwa positions you like a pro, just as he was. Years of working in the porn industry had honed his skills to perfection. Your plump, juicy butt arched high and offered to him for a new angle for penetration.

The break is barely noticeable, because Hwa drives back inside you with short, punishing thrusts that make your plump cheeks ripple and jiggle with every brutal impact. The loud, wet smack of his hips against your ass fills the room, his heavy, cum-slick balls slapping rhythmically against your swollen clit on every stroke. 

A thick, creamy white ring already circles the base of his cock, proof of just how sloppy and ruined your greedy little hole has become. He’s already dragged you through orgasm after orgasm, pulling two violent squirts from you, and he still shows no sign of slowing.

Sex will never be the same for you again.

Because Seonghwa fucks like a goddamn expert who’s studied every way to break a woman apart. Every thrust is precise, every roll of his hips timed perfectly to wreck you completely. And you’re fucking loving every second of your own destruction.

He keeps you pinned there for a few more delicious, mind-melting minutes, pounding you into the mattress with relentless power—one hand fisted tight in your hair, the other gripping your hip so hard you know his fingerprints will bloom like filthy little reminders of the forbidden on your skin tomorrow. Then, without missing a single savage stroke, he yanks you upright, spins you around, and drops back onto the bed himself, cock still hard and gleaming with your slick.

“Come on, angel.” He growls, voice wrecked and dripping with raw, filthy hunger as he pulls you on top of him. “Cum for me again. I want to watch you gush all over me. Stretch that needy little cunt on my cock… ride me like you own every inch.” His hands lock around your waist, guiding you down until the fat, leaking head of his cock nudges your soaked entrance, waiting for you to sink onto him while those dark, predatory eyes devour every flicker of pleasure across your face.

You slide down onto Seonghwa’s thick cock in one greedy, eager plunge, taking every veined inch until he’s buried to the hilt inside your fluttering pussy. 

Then you start to ride on him - hard and fast, hips snapping with desperate, sinful rolls that make your ass bounce and slap against his thighs. The wet, obscene smack of skin on skin echoes through the room, your creamy arousal coating his shaft and dripping in glossy rivulets down his heavy balls with every rise and fall.

“Fuck...I love it.” You gasp, voice fracturing. “You fuck me so fucking good, Hwa… so deep, so perfect. You’re completely ruining me like this.”

Seonghwa laughs, low and dark and delighted, that pretty mouth curling into a wicked smirk even as his gaze stays locked on the way your cunt stretches obscenely around his girth. His palm cracks down hard on your ass, the sharp smack blooming hot and stinging across your skin.

“Watch that filthy mouth, princess.” Hwa growls, voice rough with lust. “Or I’ll shut it up with my dick instead.”

“Yes, please, give me that dick in my mouth, Daddy. I want it.” You moan like you’ve been starving for him to say the words, thighs trembling as you ride him even faster.

The filthy promise sends you spiraling. Your cunt clamps down around him like a vice and you cum hard—squirting in violent, hot pulses that soak his abs, his thighs, and the sheets beneath him. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably, pleasure crashing through you so intense your vision whites out. You lean forward and sink your teeth into the smooth skin of his shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave dark, claiming marks.

Seonghwa doesn’t even flinch. He groans deep in his chest, hips still rolling up to meet every frantic grind of yours, fucking you through the orgasm like it’s nothing.

“One more, angel.” Seonghwa rasps hot against your ear, voice wrecked and dripping with wicked promise. “One more and I swear I’ll give you a break.” That’s not entirely true, though. 

You want to sob, actually break down and cry like the greedy little whore he’s turned you into, because you already know the brutal truth: no one else will ever fuck you like this again. Sex with anyone after Park Seonghwa will be ruined forever.

He drops you into it first, then kneels before you.  With a rough grip on your thighs he throws your legs over the armrests, spreading you impossibly wide—your soaked, swollen slit on full display, glistening and completely exposed for him. It’s filthy. It’s new. And you fucking love how vulnerable it makes you feel.

Seonghwa’s thumbs glide over your slick, puffy folds, massaging the sensitive flesh in slow, firm circles before spreading them apart so nothing is hidden. He leans in and drags his tongue up your dripping seam in one long, hungry lick, then again, and again, devouring every drop of your mixed cum. 

He mooed with satisfaction when a thick drop of your mucus dripped from your little hole straight onto his tongue, and only then Hwa pulled away, only to line himself up and push back inside you.

This time it’s different - slow, sensual, devastatingly intimate. His thick cock slides in inch by torturous inch until he’s buried to the hilt, stretching your walls open all over again. Seonghwa's body moves like liquid sin: rolling, fluid, powerful hips rising in perfect, languid strokes that drag the fat crown along every sensitive ridge inside you. It’s exactly like that first video you found. The same hypnotic rhythm, the same filthy grace.

You’ve never seen a man more devastatingly beautiful than Park Seonghwa in this moment. Sweat gleams across his chest, blond hair plastered to his forehead, lips parted and swollen as he stares straight into your eyes with pure, dark hunger.

He keeps that slow, rolling pace, fucking you like he has all night, one hand still holding your cunt spread wide while the other lifts to his mouth. He looks you dead in the eyes as he slowly, sloppily licks his thumb—long, wet drags of his tongue, making it shine with spit, sucking it between his plump lips like the filthiest vow.

You already know exactly what he’s about to do.

He keeps that sensual rhythm inside your throbbing pussy, hips moving like molten heat, cock stroking every inch of your walls. Then his spit-slick thumb presses against your tight little asshole and sinks in—slow, deliberate, stretching you open while he continues to fuck your pussy at the same time. 

The dual fullness makes your eyes roll back; you feel so completely stuffed, so utterly claimed, and he strokes that thick thumb in perfect sync with his cock, curling it just right, turning you into a whimpering, leaking wreck.

His breathing grows ragged against your skin as he gets more and more desperate. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking hard, tongue swirling and flicking the stiff peak while his teeth graze just enough to make you jolt. Seonghwa’s claiming both your holes now—deep, sensual thrusts into your cunt, steady strokes of that thumb in your ass—and the wet, filthy symphony of it fills the room: the slick glide of his cock, the obscene squelch of his thumb, your broken moans tangling with his low groans.

You cum together. Your orgasm slams into you like a tidal wave. Your cunt clamps down around his cock like a vice, squirting so hard and so violently that clear, hot streams gush out around his shaft, soaking his abs, his thighs, and the chair beneath you. Black spots explode across your vision; the pleasure is so overwhelming you almost black out, body shaking uncontrollably, thighs quivering over the armrests. All you can feel is him—shot after thick, heavy shot of warm cum flooding deep into your pussy, pulse after pulse as he fills you to the brim and beyond. Seonghwa moans loud and broken against your chest, hips stuttering up into you as he empties himself completely, pumping you full until you’re overflowing and dripping down his balls.

He doesn’t pull away. Still buried to the hilt, still thumb-deep in your ass, he blindly seeks your mouth and crashes into a disgustingly wet kiss—tongues sliding sloppy and desperate, spit dripping down your chins while you both ride out the endless aftershocks.

You stay tangled like that for several long, hazy minutes, panting into each other’s mouths, bodies slick and shining with sweat and cum. Then Seonghwa finally eases his spent cock from your wrecked cunt and slips his thumb free. Immediately a thick, creamy river of his release spills out of you — pearly white and obscene, dripping in heavy, glossy strands onto the chair and floor below. Neither of you cares. You’re both too blissed-out, too thoroughly used to bother with anything except the raw, sticky afterglow.

He stands up slowly, legs still steady despite everything he’s done to you, and you get the perfect, mouth-watering view of his gorgeous body as he crosses to the dresser. Broad shoulders tapering into a slutty, sculpted waist, the elegant line of his spine, and — fuck — that firm, perfect ass flexing with every step. Your mouth waters even though your body is screaming that it’s already been spoiled and utterly ruined.

Seonghwa plucks a cigarette from the pack on the dresser, lights it with a soft click of the lighter, then drops back onto the bed, spreading his long limbs out like a satisfied king on his throne. His cock lies thick and heavy against his thigh, still semi-hard, glistening with the messy evidence of how hard you both came. Fresh saliva floods your mouth at the sight.

Somehow you manage to push yourself up from the chair, legs shaky and aching, his warm cum still leaking in slow, sinful trails down your inner thighs. You crawl onto the bed on trembling hands and knees, collapsing beside him with a soft, wrecked little sigh.

“I didn’t know you smoked, Mr. Park.” You rasp, voice hoarse from screaming his name, but there’s a playful little lilt on the title that makes his lips twitch.

Seonghwa takes a slow drag, smoke curling lazily from those plump, seductive lips, and gives you a heavy, siren-eyed look — dark and hooded, promising every filthy thing he still wants to do to you.

“You don’t know a lot about me, angel.” He exhales slowly, watching the way your gaze follows the smoke. “Only the parts where the cunt was good… and yours?” His smirk deepens, dark and satisfied. “Yours is fucking divine.”

You giggle softly, the sound low and breathless, as you crawl closer across the rumpled sheets. Your body feels heavy, limbs loose and deliciously sore, but you can’t resist the pull of him. Seonghwa looks so sinfully beautiful lounging there — naked, skin gleaming with sweat and the faint sheen of your combined release, that thick, heavy length resting against his thigh like it’s already plotting round two. 

The cozy, single-father mask is completely shattered. All that’s left is the depraved porn star underneath: blond hair a wrecked mess, lips swollen, dark siren eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and lingering hunger.

“How are you still this hard after all that?” You murmur. “You fucking destroyed me. My whole body aches…" 

Seonghwa’s lips curve into a slow, amused smirk. He takes another lazy drag, smoke curling past those plush lips as he exhales with a soft chuckle that vibrates through his chest.

“Angel.” The voice sticks to your skin like a kiss of love, so honeyed and sweet. “I can fuck for hours. I did porn, you know?”

The words hang in the air, filthy and casual, and you both laugh — soft, lazy, the kind of laughter that feels like another slow kind of foreplay.

 You trade a few more teasing, heated phrases, the conversation drifting easy and dirty between you. He mocks you for how loud you screamed when you squirted all over him; you call him a cocky bastard for lasting that long; he counters that your greedy little hole is addictive enough to keep him throbbing all night. Every word drips with heat, smoke, and the sticky sweetness of spent pleasure.

He takes another drag, lips parting slow and deliberate as he releases the smoke toward the ceiling. The way his throat works, the faint glow of the cigarette tracing the sharp line of his jaw — it hits you all over again. Fresh heat coils low in your belly, your ruined cunt giving a weak, interested flutter even though your thighs are still trembling.

“I want your dick in my mouth.” You whine, the words slipping out soft and sleepy, almost cute in how needy they sound. Your eyes are heavy, lashes fluttering, but your gaze stays locked on the thick length resting against his thigh.

Seonghwa’s eyes darken instantly. He stubs the cigarette out in the ashtray with a quiet click, then climbs onto the bed properly, the mattress dipping under his weight. Strong arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his warm, solid chest. One hand strokes down your spine, gentle now, while the other cups the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

“How can I refuse you when you ask so sweetly, angel, hmm?” He murmurs against your temple, voice a low rumble that makes you shiver. “But you look so tired, baby… you can hardly keep your eyes open. Rest. I’ll be right here.”

He tucks you closer, lips brushing your hair, and for a moment it feels almost tender — until he leans in, mouth right against your ear, breath hot and wicked.

“And anyway, I like morning blowjobs better.” The promise lingers in the air between you, dark and delicious, sending one last shiver down your spine even as exhaustion pulls you under.

Seonghwa presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then another to your swollen lips, holding you securely against him as your breathing evens out.

The last thing you feel before sleep claims you is the steady beat of his heart against your cheek and the warm, possessive weight of his hand resting on your hip, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.

Tomorrow morning is going to be dangerous.

But right now, wrapped in Seonghwa’s arms, leaking his cum and aching in the sweetest way, you can’t bring yourself to care.

You drift off with a tiny, satisfied smile on your lips, already dreaming of waking up to that velvet voice and that thick cock waiting for your mouth.

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You were so eager to see Ateez on tour and felt so lucky to have gotten front-row seats. You were seat number 45…so quite a ways away from the action and performances, but there was a little strip of stage that extended farther out that you hoped they'd walk down.

It was searing hot outside, so much so that you felt even luckier that you had the barricade to lean on. You ran your handheld fan, blowing back your hair from your face while cheering them on the first soundcheck song began.

You'd never seen a single man hotter than any of the Ateez members. They smiled with so much charisma and had their own clothes on that told you a lot about their personalities. San, for example, was dressed in black pants and a black button-down shirt. He was dressed to be eye candy but also for work. Mingi was dressed in khakis and a ripped-up hoodie because, to him, the stage was his playground. And then Yunho, who you felt drawn to more than the others, was running around with so much energy that he felt like a literal puppy. He had on loose grey sweatpants and a white tank top that flowed as he danced. To protect him from the sun, he also wore a denim button-up jacket (though it kept slipping farther and farther down his arms with every move).

You couldn't stop staring at him...not even when Hongjoong came down the strip of stage towards you to dance and greet everyone. Not when the speaker blared Bouncy and the crowd grew more intense. And definitely not when he hopped off the stage to high-five everyone at barricade. You held your hand out with the biggest smile, and the split second he glided his fingers against yours lasted an eternity.

He set his mic on the stage to hop back up, and you watched in surprise at how easy he made a 5 foot ascend seem. He grazed his eyes across the stage, seemingly seeking out his mic that had rolled away from him. You tried to point it out, but you were too late. It hit the speaker.

The pop from the speaker's feedback sent you to the ground right away. You clutched your hands over your ears and cried out in pain. It felt like you were being stabbed straight down your ear canal. To add to it, there was an annoying ringing buzz that persistently tried to overshadow the echo of the mic and speaker recreating the popping sound back and forth.

You felt something warm in your ear and pulled your hand away briefly to find blood. Tears bit your eyes so you pinche them shut until everything went quiet...except the ringing. It wouldn't fucking stop.

You could feel the people closest to you rush the barricade, their chaotic stomps shaking the floor. Then, as if commanded, they parted, leaving you alone by your chair.

The ringing began to fade, so you opened your eyes to see if you needed to move, too, only to find Yunho crouched in front of you on the other side of the barricade, mouthing something you couldn't hear.

Fuck, you couldn't hear.

He looked so worried and guilty. His eyes were red as if he was about to cry, and he pointed at his ears and then shrugged as if trying to mime a question. "Can you hear?" he seemed to ask.

Your lip quivered nervously as you shook your head... "No."

He turned back to a few paramedics that had been called over and said something you couldn't make out before standing and reaching over the barricade to guide you up. You stood and leveraged yourself up as much as you could before swinging one leg over and then another.

Yunho put his hands on his waist to help you land safely, and though it sounded like he was underwater, in your left ear you could make out his croaked voice say, "I'm so fucking sorry."

Yunho walked you backstage and through some weird concrete tunnel until you reached an ambulance. The paramedics cleaned up the smear of blood on your cheek and looked inside your ear for any concerns.

"What's your name?" they asked, though it was muffled.

"(Y/N)," you answered. Your own voice seemed to hum in your head. It was strange and not necessarily unpleasant.

"How old are you (Y/N)?"

Yunho stood behind them with one hand on his hip and another on his chin as a tear fell down his cheek. Hongjoong walked up behind him and patted his back while speaking quietly to the EMTs. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but suddenly you were being guided into the ambulance with Yunho who was trying to join.

He and Hongjoong fought about it, something about letting down Atiny was said, but Yunho hopped in anyway and went with you to the hospital.

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Six months later

Your hearing had returned to normal in your left ear. It never came back in your right. Even so, Yunho liked to practice as if he could somehow reignite the little hairs in your ear that let you hear sound.

He placed an earbud in your good ear and turned on a bit of white noise while setting it to noise cancellation. He then placed his hand over your working ear and leaned in to the other side to whisper.

I bought a ring today.

You could feel his breath on your skin and the soft kiss on your cheek that he always gave you to let you know it was time to guess what was said. You had no idea, though, and sighed as you shook your head.

He took out the earbud to put it back in the case as you frowned. "I hate disappointing you," you told him, your heart heavy at the sight of him looking so unhappy.

Yunho turned with a pitiful look as he pulled you into his lap. You straddled him while wearing his boxers and the very same tank top he'd had on when you first saw him.

"You could never disappoint me, (Y/N)," he promised. "You should hate me for taking away half of your hearing, though. I usually pocket my mic for that exact reason, but I was being stupid and careless, and I just..."

You cut him off with a kiss. There was no sense in Yunho beating himself up about something you weren't even angry about. He kissed you back with soft, patient lips, and little hums that vibrated your mouth. He squeezed your hips and held you closer, pressing your chests together. When you pulled back, his eyes were still closed. His lips were a deeper red and even a little swollen and his cheeks were slightly flushed.

He looked so adorable like this.

"I am mad about one thing," you teased with shining eyes.

"Mmm, what's that?" he asked knowingly, already standing to carry you to bed.

"It's been a week since we've had sex," you frowned.

"I'm sorry I've been coming home so late, baby. My recordings for pretty much every song on the new album got deleted. It was a lot to redo."

You looped your arms around his neck just as he laid you down, forcing him to crawl over you. "I suppose I could forgive you for that, too, if you make up for it."

Yunho smirked and pulled off the boxers you were wearing. "I will."

You were pretty sure Yunho's favorite place in the entire world was between your legs. He could eat you out for hours and was often even louder than you. He would groan until you were shaking and suck your clit as you begged him to stop. He'd press your legs open and use his exceptionally long fingers to work you up from the inside.

You had a safe word, of course, but never used it. The pleasure he gave was insurmountable, and he never fucked you without feeling you cum on his tongue first.

His fingers dug into your thighs while his mouth worked. His nose teased your clit, sending your waist into the air. Each time he hummed in approval and dug himself deeper until you were backed against the headboard with nothing left to do but give in.

"Y-Yunho," you whimpered as you pinched the sheets and pillows around you. "T-Too good!"

"Mhm," Yunho moaned in approval looking deliciously drunk on the taste of your pussy.

Your body was at war with itself. Half of it never wanted the high to stop and the other half was so completely overstimulated that it wanted to put an end to it immediately. You whined again and slipped nearer to his mouth as you latched onto the back of his head and came on his tongue.

Your eyes fluttered as you finished and Yunho raised your hips to his mouth, letting your head fall back to the pillows. The tank top slid over your chest and he palmed your tits with one hand while holding your ass with the other. You couldn't stop shaking and panting.

He set you down gently before crawling over you and dragging your shirt up with his teeth. You removed it, since it was clear he wanted you to, and laid back down where he began sucking your tits.

"How come you're not naked too?" you asked breathlessly. He was so good at making you feel everything.

He pulled away with a smirk and pushed his pants and boxers down before kissing your neck and jaw. "You're so beautiful," he praised before kissing your good ear and then your lips. You smiled and pulled him closer, happy to be with someone so attentive.

I'm going to marry you one day, he said quietly against your bad ear...you didn't hear that, though, and just thought he'd left another kiss.

"Yunho," you complained. You were getting impatient with his perfect cock sitting against your thigh.

He looked down at you with a knowing grin. "I wish we'd met some other way," he murmured as he pecked your cheeks. "But I'm so lucky to have you," he breathed before sinking in.

He filled you in one thrust. Yunho stayed buried deep, but rolled his hips back and forth, letting you feel all of him. As usual, you couldn’t stop the shaky moans that left your lips.

He pressed his forehead to yours and pulled out before diving back in…always slow, and always deep. You gazed helplessly into his eyes, completely at his will whenever he made you feel so owned and limp. Your body was weakened by his kisses and cock…not that you minded.

Yunho bit his lip and traced his finger up your side and back down again, determined to touch you everywhere in any way he could. Suddenly, he paused his savory pace to kiss your collarbone.

“You have a new freckle,” he explained in a low voice. “And another. And another.” He pressed kisses to each one, rolling his hips as he did so to ensure you never went without friction. Your cunt was dripping from how worked up you were, but Yunho was content to be patient.

“And another,” he groaned against your neck. “I love all of you,” he moaned, thrusting in harder this time. “Including this freckle, too,” he hummed as he moved to kiss your right cheek. I’ve heard freckles mean you’ve been kissed by the sun. I’m sure I’ll end up with a thousand, because you’re my sun, pretty girl. You’re the light of my entire life.

He began rolling his thumb over your clit.

You gasped and held his shoulders while burying your face in his neck. He moved faster until the bed squeaked beneath you, until you were sure there was no better feeling in the entire world than making love with Yunho.

He held your hand when he felt your pussy begin to pulse, and he kissed your temple when the cries of his name became louder.

“Catch me,” you whimpered, voice shaking through every word.

“You can fall,” he breathed just as you fell apart beneath him. Yunho always came when you did as if he was purposefully holding out to make sure you came. He stroked your hair and held you against his chest as you pressed your free hand against his chest. The other was still being held down by him, and you squeezed your fingers around his.

Yunho kissed you once you were able to and laid down on the bed beside you to cup your cheek and pull your warm body against his.

“I love being in love with you,” you grinned. Everything about Yunho was so easy to fall for. His charm and wit…his genuine care for others…his empathy and silliness…you could list a million things and still end up with an infinite amount left to be named.

“I love being in love with you too,” he reciprocated through loving eyes that melted your heart. He was gliding his touch up and down your back, and you found your eyes beginning to close.

You yawned and felt a kiss press to your forehead as he tucked you beneath his chin. “I need to get clean,” you pouted while scooting closer. Your hands were pressed to his chest where you could feel the steady thudding of his heart.

“I’ve set an alarm for 30 minutes from now,” he assured you. “I’m not ready to let go of you yet,” he added.

“Then let’s make it an hour,” you suggested while pressing your lips to his heart.

a = aftercare (what are they like after sex? how do they treat their partner?)

oh baby he’s an aftercare king. mingi is the type to spoil you rotten with snacks and water, before bundling you up in the softest blankets and pulling you close to his chest. definition of a gentle giant.

b = body part / bottom or top (favorite body part on themselves/partner, do they prefer to top or bottom?)

his height. mingi takes absolute pride in the fact that he can dwarf you easily with his size. his favorite part on you has to be your hips and thighs, mingi’s a thigh kinda guy, especially when he can just grab up on ‘em during sex.

as for dynamics, mingi is a switch that mainly takes on top positions, but he can be dominant or submissive depending on the mood. sometimes he wants to be a little princess too.

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

oh absolutely does it in you. when mingi comes it’s a heavy load too, so seeing it drip out of your hole/mouth will get him hard all over again.

d = dirty secret (a filthy secret they keep)

the moans sampled in ‘in your fantasy’ was from a really old sex clip you and mingi filmed a long time ago. he heavily edited it to keep you safe though.

e = experience (how experienced are they?)

i see mingi being the type to have a few partners, but those being long-term. he’s got experience, and can even teach you a few things.

f = favorite position (what is their favorite position?)

absolutely doggy style. he likes seeing your ass jiggle every time he slams his hips into you, and also the view is fucking hot for him too.

if not doggy style, then cowgirl, front or reverse doesn’t matter, he likes watching you struggle to take his cock while riding him.

g = goofy (how goofy are they? do they prefer to be serious?)

one time he farted while pounding into you. that was goofiest you both got because y’all were laughing like crazy. other than that, he’s not goofy unless something unexpected happens

h = hair (how well groomed are they?)

mingi’s got a bit of hair going on down there, but he’s clean and keeps it nice and pretty for you :3

i = intimacy (how are they romantically during sex?)

oh mingi is intimate. he mainly gets intimate during missionary, when he can really see your face. he will bury his face into your neck and whisper words of affirmation and adoration, wanting you to know how absolutely loved you are.

he’s into hand-holding during sex too, expect a lot of that.

j = jack off (masturbating headcanon)

mingi jerks off quite often when you’re not around, but he’ll still probably end up calling you and asking you to fix his raging boner.

k = kink (what kinda of kinks do they have?)

mingi has a few kinks, and they vary from intensity.

he definitely has a thing for spanking. ass? thighs? tits? it doesn’t matter, he’s going to be smacking it and watching it jiggle. i also see him being into stuff like hair pulling. praise is also another heavy one, whether on the giving or receiving end, it doesn’t matter.

l = location (favorite places to do the deed)

bedroom or studio. he likes to do it in places where he knows y’all won’t get caught. values privacy and intimacy more than anything.

m = motivation (what motivates them/turns them on?)

if he had a successful day in the studio (especially if he was writing some freaky ass shit), he’ll definitely be more motivated to have sex with you for ‘inspiration’.

but really, anything sets this man off. you could just as much as blink at him and he’ll be hauling your ass over the counter.

n = no (turn offs, stuff they wouldn’t do)

nothing that will cause serious pain, like razors or knives. mingi also doesn’t like degradation, it will make him cry. he wants to be praised and loved and reassured.

o = oral (do they prefer giving or receiving?)

oh baby he’s a GIVER. has a phd in eating ass and pussy. while he thoroughly enjoys receiving, he gets more pleasure from giving, and will have you seeing stars by the end of it.

p = pace (are they fast or slow? gentle or rough?)

mingi tries his absolute hardest to be gentle at first, going slow and steady, but sometimes he can’t help himself and will just be pounding away. controlled roughness is mingi’s speciality.

q = quickie (how do they feel about quickies?)

enjoys them. sometimes he just wants to take you for a spin in his car right before a performance. doesn’t do them often though, the idol life can’t afford them most of the time.

r = risk (what risks are they willing to take)

absolutely willing to try new positions, kinks, he’ll even roleplay for you if y’all want to try it out. mingi is open to anything as long as you’re both having fun.

s = stamina (how many rounds?)

insane amounts of stamina. if mingi really wanted to he could go over 6 rounds, but honestly, he likes it when it’s just 1-2 rounds. usually he likes to have sex spaced out throughout the day, so he definitely he’s for more if you call for it.

t = toys (do they own toys, or like using them?)

mingi has yet to own any toys, but he does have his eye on a couple (and maybe like one or two vibrators in his cart). he’s surprisingly shy when it comes to stuff like that, so you’re gonna have to teach him a thing or two.

u = unfair (how much do they tease?)

he tries teasing and can successfully make you squirm and whine in his hold, but most of the time he himself also ends up getting impatient and just starts fucking you harder. so if there’s teasing it’s mostly on you.

v = volume (how loud are they? what kinds of noises?)

mingi tries really hard to be quiet, but whenever he’s cumming he cannot hold back. lots of deep groans and grunts, more hoarse shouts during orgasm.

w = wild card (miscellaneous smut story)

one time mingi said he wanted to try wearing his shades during sex. y’all were going at it missionary style, but as he hunched over your form, the glasses ended up falling off his face and hitting you in the nose.

mingi ended up laughing at your misfortune, before spoiling you and doting on you when you sulked too much over it.

x = x-ray (how much are they packing?)

ooh honey, he’s at least 8 inches underneath all that leather and swagger.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

mingi is a yearner, man. he’s got a relatively high sex drive, probably the highest one out of all the ateez members.

z = zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep after?)

out like a fucking lightbulb. usually drapes his arm over your waist to pull you close while sleeping, letting you know how absolutely loved you are after doing the deed.

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You knew Yunho was trouble the second you met him. That cocky grin, the way he always seemed to be one step ahead of you, and the undeniable spark in his eyes whenever you were near. You couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered whenever he was around, but you also couldn't stand his arrogance. It was a constant push and pull, a battle of wits and wills, a dance of attraction and repulsion. You were enemies, yes, but there was an unspoken tension between you, a simmering heat that threatened to consume you both.

The neon lights blurred as you stepped into the bustling club, a wave of laughter and music washing over you. Your friends all decided it would be a good idea to celebrate your last day of freedom before you started the full-time job of keeping up with law school and you were too drunk on the possibilities for tonight to question it. As long as you played it safe, you were going to have a great last night as a college girl.

Shimmies and shapes began to appear as the music buzzed, your friends pulling you and waving for attention from across the room. Mingi's arm slung casually over your shoulder, a playful grin on his face as he led you through the crowd. Wooyoung was already on the dance floor, a whirlwind of energy, while San and Yeosang held court at a table, drinks in hand and smiles on their faces. The night was young, and the possibilities were endless.

The party was in full swing, bodies swaying to the pulsing music, laughter echoing through the room. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Hongjoong, a sly grin on his face. 

"Here," he said, extending a glass filled with a shimmering amber liquid. "This'll get you in the mood." 

You hesitated, eyeing the drink suspiciously. 

"What is it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Hongjoong chuckled, his eyes twinkling. 

"Just a little something to loosen you up," he replied, giving you a wink before walking away to join Yeosang and San at the table. 

Yunho's eyes sparkled with mischief as he walked up to you. "Looks like Hongjoong was trying to get you plastered."

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "I'm just trying to figure out what the fuck this is."

"Do you want to find out?" He leaned closer, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils and sending goosebumps prickling down your spine. "Don't be shy. I know you."

You glanced down at the drink and back at him, fighting the urge to smile.

"I might be curious. But what's in it for you?" you asked. Yunho smirked, taking a step closer so that his chest was mere inches away. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, feel his gaze traveling over your face. His eyes lingered on your lips and he smiled again, looking like he was enjoying himself.

"Maybe I just like making trouble," he whispered. He plucked the glass from your hand, bringing it to his lips and downing the drink in one smooth movement. His tongue darted out to lick the residual amber from his lips before he placed the empty glass down on the counter behind him. He leaned closer to you, his voice dropping an octave as he spoke. "I could tell you but then I'd have to kiss you. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Can you two stop flirting and get your asses over here?!" Wooyung called out as he joined the rest of the gang at the table. The lights pulsed to the rhythmic beat of the music and the temperature of the room seemed to rise several degrees.

"I, for one, have no problem with you making out," Seonghwa teased, causing Hongjoong and Jongho to laugh. "As a matter of fact, I think you two should just go ahead and kiss."

"You must be fucking crazy if you think I'm going to kiss him," you retorted with a huff. Hongjoong rolled his eyes and looked away as Jongho smothered a grin with his hand. Yeosang and San were thoroughly amused, chuckling and throwing a wink here or there.

"If you're too chicken to make a move, maybe he should just find someone else who will kiss him," Mingi shrugged, his gaze drifting to the crowd dancing and all the pretty girls that were bouncing and shaking.

"Oh? Do you have someone in mind, Mingi?" Wooyung jokes, looking past him to the other side of the bar. A sly smile slipped across Mingi's lips as he pointed at someone a few tables away from their own. "Assuming she says yes."

"Any girl that turns down Yunho is insane," Mingi huffed, giving you a pointed look.

"And I should care why?" You snorted as you looked from Yunho's handsome smirk to the girl Mingi had chosen. She was certainly pretty, wearing a flowy white blouse and tight black jeans, her red lipstick the perfect complement to her striking features. You watched as she glanced over at Yunho, giggling behind her hand. “I don’t care if he flirts with other girls.”

“Uh huh,” Jongho raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you say.”

"Have fun watching the show then," Yunho grinned, standing up and dusting imaginary lint from his jacket.

"You'll definitely know where I am," you retorted, not caring at all if he was only flirting for the hell of it. "Maybe I'll meet someone cute enough that I'll forget all about you and kiss them instead."

"Like who? Our friends?" he quipped, an eyebrow arching high on his forehead. "We all know you only have eyes for me."

"Ugh!" You rolled your eyes and downed another drink. "Fuck off!"

As you watched Yunho saunter across the club towards the pretty girl Mingi had singled out, something within you twisted sharply. It took everything inside you not to storm across the floor and yank her away from him. But you didn't even want Yunho... did you? The alcohol you'd consumed must have been having more of an effect on you than usual.

"He won't do it," Hongjoong laughed, slamming his empty glass down onto the table. Jongho sat beside him, an amused smirk dancing on his lips.

"He's only ever had eyes for you, Y/N," Yeosang chimed in with a drunken grin. "Never any other girl but you."

"You all need to get your eyes checked," you hissed. But the sinking sensation in your gut said something entirely different.

The pair leaned together, whispering back and forth, flirting and giggling, their eyes never straying far from each other. Jealousy and curiosity surged through you as you watched. Your pulse raced with an irrational need to reach out and pull him back, to declare you were his and not allow the unknown girl to lay a single finger on him. 

You needed another drink.

Slipping away from your friends and their silly assumptions, you slid between dancing patrons and dodged drunken strangers until you made it to the bar. An attractive bartender in a form fitting uniform stepped up and you placed an order. He looked you over, nodding and winking appreciatively before stepping away to make your order. A familiar presence pressed against your side. Turning, you spotted San and smiled, greeting him. His arm encircled your waist as he pulled you to him, to talk in your ear over the loud thump of the bass.

"You okay?" He asked, his gaze following yours to watch Yunho as he flirted with the pretty girl. "He won't kiss her."

"Why would I care?" You blurted, refusing to look back at Yunho's tempting smirk as it bloomed on the girl's flushed cheeks. "I don't care about him, not at all."

"You can pretend all you want," he smiled at you foundly. "But Yunho is different when he's with you. He doesn't look at anyone like he looks at you."

The bartender returned, shooting you another flirty grin, before placing a row of shots lined up on the table before you. Plucking a bill from your back pocket, you paid the handsome guy and looked back over at Yunho. You hated to admit it but San was right. The second he glanced back at you, the girl and the whole damn bar seemed to disappear. Only you were in his line of vision.

Grabbing a shot, you slammed it back, enjoying the warmth as it coated your throat. And then another. And another, until every nerve in your body burned deliciously. A thrill rippled through you. Shooting Yunho a challenge, you watched as his brow furrowed slightly, as though contemplating a challenge. Then his smile turned devious and he motioned to the girl to come closer.

Fuck. You grabbed one more shot, not caring that the music had changed to a more energetic song. Slamming the glass onto the table, you marched towards the pair, who had taken residence on the couch against the wall, tucked into the far back corner of the place.

The crowd moved with the beat and bodies shook and ground into each other as you pressed through, your only goal being Yunho and what you might do. Punch him in the face, maybe. Or kiss that obnoxious grin right off his full mouth. Maybe a mix of both, since you weren't sure which emotion was stronger - hatred or desire.

His hands caressed the girl's neck, cradling her face. He whispered something into her ear and she let out a loud laugh. Nausea and desire struck you hard. Without slowing down or stopping to think, you latched onto his arm, yanking him up, and glaring hard into his pretty face.

"I'm sorry but I'm stealing my friend back," you stated. The girl glared at you, about to speak, but you yanked again. This time, he came willingly, stumbling alongside as he was pulled through the throng of bodies.

"Not enjoying the view anymore?" Yunho mused. When you didn't respond he yanked, grabbing you around the waist. You lost balance, letting out a surprised squeak, but he caught you, spinning and pushing your back to the wall. His arms trapped you, pressing along your sides as he caged you in. Leaning down, he whispered into your ear, his breath hot. "Or did you think it was going somewhere?"

You couldn't suppress the shudder that rolled down your spine as his low, suggestive tone caressed you, lighting every nerve ending aflame. His hand cupped the side of your cheek, his touch warm and demanding.

"Why?" you gasped out, swallowing the fear and frustration that crawled up your throat. "Why does she get all that and not me?"

"You want me too?" he quipped, his gaze dragging over your face and settling on your eyes. "Are you sure, Y/N, or are you drunk?"

You had never felt more sure of anything in your entire life. Staring deeply into his eyes, your hands fisted the fabric of his jacket, and you lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes, drawing your face closer to him, pausing an inch away from his mouth, waiting.

"Stop me now if I'm making a huge mistake," you whispered, hoping his mouth would connect to yours.

A grin, a flash of pearly whites, and the lightest of laughs were the only things you got in response. No warning and no stopping, you found your lips smashed against his, warm and full. His tongue ran over the seam of your mouth, teasing a moan. Your eyes slid shut as your senses were overpowered, hands desperately grabbing whatever you could.

Your head was swimming with thoughts of Yunho and only Yunho, as his fingers ran through your hair and pulled your body close. Yunho made sure that there wasn't a centimeter between you both, kissing and touching and nibbling and grinding his body against yours, and your arms curled around him like you never wanted him to move away. And in some way you really didn't—you never wanted this moment to end.

As if hearing this thought, Yunho pulled back, keeping your hips pressed together with one hand but putting distance between the rest of your bodies, keeping his hands away from your waist even though it had just been groping at you moments before. You were panting hard and your cheeks were flushed red, and you felt like your body was burning up with arousal and embarrassment and guilt and desire. Yunho was staring down at you, face as bright red as yours probably was, panting and out of breath and so sexy. Your eyes darted down, to the clear bulge in his slacks, then darted back up again, not knowing how Yunho would take you just blatantly staring. Yunho leaned in close so his forehead was against yours, bringing up his hands to cradle your face in them gently.

"Get a fucking room," you heard one of your friends say from somewhere behind you, but you didn't care because right now it was just you and Yunho, so close and yet still too far. He looked down at your mouth, his cheeks blushing brighter pink, and you pucker your lips a little just because you were a tease, and he ran his thumb over your lower lip.

Okay you were drunk. Very drunk.

"Sooo..." you breathed out, trying to stand tall and look Yunho in the eyes. He smiled that dumb toothy grin, which caused the wrinkles that you found so cute and sexy to show, and tilted his head slightly.

"Sooo..." He responded, his voice deeper than usual. There was a long pause where you both just looked at each other, lost in your thoughts and his gaze.

"Yunho, just take Y/N home, will ya?" Hongjoong said, groaning while passing by and clapping him on the shoulder. "Fuck the alcohol out of your system or something. You both have been looking at each other the whole evening! We get it, you want to go fuck! Go!"

With his final word, Hongjoong gave Yunho a little shove in your direction, and as if in slow motion your gazes met and it was like time had stopped for you. Before you knew it, his hand was pressed against your back, the other taking a hold of your hand, and he was leading you off and out the bar and into the backseat of a taxi.

When the car pulled away from the curb, you had to snap back to reality to tell the driver your address, and then Yunho grabbed you by the chin to tilt your head back toward him. When you saw the lust in his eyes, you gasped softly, your stomach immediately erupting into butterflies and a wet feeling appearing down below. 

"Yunho..." you breathed out shakily, a hint of a whine in your tone, and your lips parted, showing that pretty tongue to him once more. Yunho smirked a bit, but then moved forward and bit on your tongue softly. His lips were soft, but demanding, and he guided you so he could restrain your wrists to your lap, so when he kissed you it was hot and full of heat. You pressed up close into his chest, and Yunho slowly released his grip to hold onto your jaw, the kiss starting to move slower and more sensually. You slid a hand up his chest, pressing under his jacket to feel him. Yunho is muscular and lean; tall with broad shoulders and a muscular back. His ass is to die for, and his thighs and calves are so deliciously thick, and all you want to do is rub your hands over him and suck on his skin.

Finally the taxi slowed to a stop, pulling up to your apartment. You both stumbled out of the car, you paying the man while Yunho held the car door open for you. Then you were stumbling up the steps and into the lobby of the building. You didn't let Yunho go and Yunho didn't let you go, and then finally, finally, finally the apartment door closed behind the both of you and Yunho pinned you to the back of the door, grabbing your thighs and pressing between them.

The kisses were hard and fast, his tongue in your mouth exploring and licking at your teeth, tongue and lips. You grabbed the lapel of his jacket with one hand, the other diving into his hair and massaging his scalp, while walking backwards towards your bedroom. As you entered through the door you shoved Yunho's jacket off his broad, smooth shoulders, feeling up the lean muscle.

You found yourself falling backwards onto your bed, but that was okay because that was exactly where you wanted to be right then. You slid back onto your elbows while Yunho crawled up the length of your legs, his body a delicious line of lean muscle that you wanted to have all to yourself.

"God, I could fuck you so good..." Yunho mumbled as he leaned forward, capturing your lips in another kiss and you mewled needily into his mouth, grinding your hips up into his. "Gonna fuck you so good until the only name you can remember is mine."

"Fuck," you whined, head tossed to the side to bare your throat to him.

Yunho's hand trailed up your bare thigh, pushing your skirt up to pool at your hips. He stopped to look down at you, your hands pushing his shirt up and running over his torso. "No panties and your pussy shaven?" he said slowly with a soft moan of your name. "Fuck...you are going to ruin me tonight, aren't you baby?"

"Just get naked, Jeong," you groaned, your legs parting of their own accord. He chuckled in return and sat back on his heels to strip out of his clothes.

You know that tomorrow things would be back to the way they were—you and Yunho sniping at each other whenever given the opportunity, making mean and bitchy comments to each other when in front of everyone, all the while with an intense sexual attraction and deep feelings. But tonight...tonight was a free-for-all, where the air between you both is charged with drunken passion and sexual frustration. You always secretly wanted to fuck each others brains out but would never admit it to anybody (no matter how obvious it was to your friends). Tonight, you wouldn't regret anything. Tonight, it was just you and Yunho, and his perfect mouth on your thighs.

"Fuck," you moaned as his teeth sank into your thigh, giving a harsh suck so that his mark was left. "Guess I won't be wearing skirts and shorts anytime soon..." You didn't really mean that because god did you want everyone to see the marks he left on you.

"Guess not," Yunho growled back as he left a few more hickeys along the inside of your thighs, enjoying how you squirmed under him and moaned his name. His hands trailed up your body under your top, his long fingers touching everywhere and finding your breasts. "No bra either? God Y/N, you planned on this happening."

"Maybe I did," you murmured back, opening your eyes to look down at your body and lock gazes with him. "Maybe I wanted you. Maybe I always have."

"Fuck," came the breathy whine before he was attacking your lips, and your shirt was being pulled over your head. With your clothes practically discarded in an instant, Yunho attacked your bare torso, kissing and licking and sucking his way down. He lavished your breasts with attention, swirling the pert nub of your nipples between his lips and letting it go with a small pop, moving to the other when he deemed it had enough attention. When he let this nipple free, a long stream of spit connected his tongue to the sensitive nub, and you watched the drool fall onto your skin with an aroused shiver.

"I thought you hated me," Yunho began in between licks along your lower stomach. "That I hated you."

"Never," you moaned in response, curling one hand into his hair. "You're just so damn infuriating sometimes."

"So are you," was all Yunho mumbled before he attached his mouth to your cunt. His tongue swiped across your outer folds first, flattening out against the length, then ran his tongue up and down the slit, dipping just barely past the entrance to your core. The little jolts and tremors coursing through your body, combined with your choked moans and high pitched whines were absolute perfection to his ears, and Yunho buried his face as deep as he could. It was intoxicating, the taste of your pussy, sweet and slick with your arousal, and he practically salivated into it like a starving man. Your whole body was flush and warm against his mouth, and he savored the taste of you on his tongue as he ate you like a fucking buffet.

And honestly Yunho was eating you better than anybody had ever before. His tongue was flicking against you, nose pressing right into the spot that made you absolutely go fucking crazy. You squirmed and mewled loudly, fingers tangled in his soft fluffy hair, and you let your legs curl up and around his wide and firm shoulders, bucking your hips up against his face.

"God, please," you whined, voice tapering off into a soft moan at the end as Yunho ate your sopping pussy like there's no tomorrow. You had forgotten what pleasure even felt like until then. His long fingers circled your wet pussy hole, pushing their way past your folds to massage against the taut muscle with every dip of his mouth. Your legs curled tightly around his neck, not choking, but trapping Yunho right where he was in place. 

"Yes! God, Yunho, yes!" Your back arched, eyes closed and a low whine in your throat, your body quickly coming to the point of no return. You ground your hips forward, rutting against his mouth with fervent enthusiasm, but you were pulled from that moment of pure bliss when he slipped a long finger into you and pumped the digit back and forth. Yunho let his gaze travel over your body, over your soft form and watch the way the curves moved when he shifted or pressed in certain spots.

His name slipped through your lips in a whisper, his fingers pausing mid thrust. Your hand gripped his forearm as your whole body tightened, your pussy quivering around his finger. A little trickle of liquid seeped past his finger and onto the sheets under you, your insides trembling as you came from Yunho's fingers and mouth. The man kept moving his hand through the aftershocks, allowing the moment of bliss to be drawn out as long as possible, watching how you continued to gasp and whimper as you came.

"There you go," he whispered encouragingly, his eyes still roaming up and down the length of your naked figure. "Mm, such a beautiful thing, cumming just from the press of my lips and tongue." He smiled and leaned back down to pepper your belly with small kisses, his free hand roaming over the tops of your thighs to cup your bottom in a small squeeze.

"Yunho, I need you, please," you whined, batting your eyes as you looked down your naked chest to where the tall man was laid in the vee of your thighs. "Please?"

Yunho hesitated, still for a moment before looking up from between your thighs to where you laid propped up on your elbows. "Do you have any condoms?" he asked, his thumb running gently back and forth over the delicate skin of your lower tummy.

Your stomach flipped slightly from the intimate contact, a smile crossing over your face at his care. You turned, fumbled for the nightstand and pulled it out, dropping a wrapped package right next to him, earning a little smile from Yunho. The latex was pulled over Yunho's considerable girth, the latex slipping easily down his long shaft, and he spread his body between your open thighs once the little package had been tossed away.

"God, we should have done this earlier," Yunho whispered against the juncture between your neck and shoulder, giving the area a gentle nibble, then pressed his tip to your wet slit.

Your whole body tensed, nerves beginning to tighten again at the feeling of his dick near your sopping pussy. And when Yunho was finally settled in the hilt, filling you to the brim, you let out a squeak at how absolutely large he was, the stretch and burn from the stretch making you even more drenched than before.

And when he pulled out, you felt so empty, before Yunho was pushing right back into you, filling you all over again, his breath hitching just the slightest bit at the way you sucked him in.

Your mouth opened wide in a soundless gasp, as your heart pounded loudly and wildly, a whine escaping when Yunho grinded his hips down and slowly, rubbed up and against all of your walls and nerve endings and you knew he felt good, so good.

"C'mon pretty girl," Yunho cooed as your breaths and moans started to pick up, speeding up the pace, moving from a gentle slow drag of the hips to deep, quick pounding thrusts.

"More," you breathed, reaching out to grab his hand. You needed something to cling to; something to focus on and feel, so your hand would lock onto Yunho's forearm as his cock fucked you deeper, faster. "D-don't stop," you pleaded in a low whimper. "Don't stop fucking me...please."

The pace became even more erratic and punishing, as the both of you got closer and closer to release. His large hand slipped down to palm your breast, a jolt going through your body as his thick fingers kneaded into the sensitive flesh. Every press was followed with his hips pumping harder, working against each of your muscles as his length slid in and out. His hand trailed down further to rub at the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, his hand slipping with how soaked you were.

"So close…” you moaned.

Yunho picked up his pace again, slapping his balls against your plump ass everytime he sank inside of you. Your cries got higher in pitch and your back arched upwards, fingers gripping his forearms again.

"C'mon Y/N," Yunho encouraged again, panting from above you. His length pounded in and out, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum. Fucking cum."

You squeezed around him tightly, his pace and force not ceasing in any manner, and your hips twitched a bit, getting closer and closer. You practically sobbed as your climax grew closer and closer, almost painful and too sensitive.

And finally, finally the release. Your eyes shut tightly and your hips stuttered. Your back arched, almost lifting you completely off the bed, and your cries were muffled by Yunho's tongue forcing its way into your mouth. And you gushed all over Yunho, pussy pulsing rapidly as you felt Yunho fill the condom at the same time.

Your chest is heaving and sweat is dripping down your forehead and into your eyes. Your eyes are lidded as Yunho pants quietly over you, leaning up onto his palms above your naked body. Your muscles throb and pulse from the orgasm you and him just shared, and your hands rest on Yunho's firm sides, letting him bask in his moment of pride and post orgasmic bliss.

Finally he slipped out and fell to the bed beside you, pulling the used and tied condom off, tossing it into the wastebasket, then rolled over towards you and kissed your bare shoulder gently. "Best sex I've ever had," he admits honestly.

"Same," you breathed out in agreement, snuggling into his body. You close your eyes for a moment and bask in his warmth, letting yourself have this moment of complete and utter domestic bliss with Yunho.

When tomorrow comes, and hopefully you were not suffering from a hangover, you and Yunho would talk about what this meant between the both of you. Until then, however, sleep was what you needed most and so you allowed yourself to relax. Yunho's arm wrapped itself around you to pull your body into the line of his own, your back pressed flush against his warm chest, and you and him drifted off, clinging close together.

You blinked as the blinding sun spilled through the gaps in your blinds, the warmth waking you up slowly. It had been awhile since you woke up this slowly and naturally, not because of a loud alarm. What made it better was the strong arm curled around you, and the hard abs pressed into your side.

Oh yes, Yunho had definitely fallen into bed with you last night, after that sexy taxi ride, and hot steamy sex. You never had a night so good as the night you had with Yunho. In a matter of seconds it was like a rush of memories and your face grew red at the mere thought of them. You tried shifting your hips, to no avail. Well you guess last night's activities did a number on you. Yunho probably too, and sure enough you heard a slight groan behind you.

Your stomach flipped with excitement as he started stirring from his sleep, and it was at this moment you realized that you probably looked like an utter mess. Yet, your thoughts stopped as soon as he nuzzled your neck gently and held you a little bit tighter, keeping you firmly in place. You really wanted to turn and look, to stare into his beautiful face, and soak in his handsome looks but it seemed he wasn't ready to give up on cuddles quite yet, and who were you to refuse this man some cuddling?

It was rather comforting to hear Yunho's breathing pick up to show that he was awake. "Did last night really happen?"

Yunho's morning voice was like sex, something you didn't think you'd get so aroused by but damn did it affect you. You could listen to him talk like that forever and it would never get old. 

"It did." You had no idea why, but your fingers were instantly drifting over his arm, rubbing gently against the firm muscles. His hold around you was soft but firm and strong, like you would stay with him all morning. Maybe you should have gotten up, maybe you should have suggested breakfast or something but honestly the thought of moving from the bed and losing this intimate contact sounded painful.

"We can talk later," he whispered against your skin, his morning stubble scratchy against your neck. Your back was pressed against his toned torso, your bare skin so warm and supple. "I just wanna stay here for a bit."

"Me too," you admit to him softly, shifting slightly closer as if that was even possible. His soft hair tickled your shoulder, and the little puffs of air brushing over your skin gave a soft chill of pleasure.

This felt right, all of this. As scary as that felt to admit and even consider. But for the time being, you really couldn't complain at all. You just wanted a lazy morning cuddling with a hot man that gave you the greatest night of your life last night, and would be more than happy to give you that again anytime. You would be crazy not to want to cuddle with this man in bed right now.

For now, you and Yunho could sleepily cuddle in bed, without thinking of what this meant for the two of you, because this could end so easily or maybe it will finally end up becoming something.

However, while both your brains would love to let you enjoy this quiet peaceful bliss, you heard the front door slammed shut and heard Wooyoung's voice in the hall. "YUNHO GET YOUR DICK OUT OF Y/N SO YOU BOTH CAN EAT BRUNCH AT THE DINER. IT IS HALF PAST NOON! SO SAY GOODBYE TO Y/N'S PUSSY AND HURRY UP, JEONG! TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! OUR TAB IS ALREADY OPEN!"

"GOD, SHUT THE FUCK UP WOOYOUNG," both you and Yunho yell, turning beet red. 

You are not looking forward to a full day of teasing from everyone. You turn to Yunho, who was already getting out of your bed. "Can we talk before we head out to meet up with everyone?"

"Yeah, just a little bit, before Wooyoung makes another one of those sex jokes about my dick that are terrible and not funny," Yunho grabs his boxers and slides them on. You stare at him in amusement, seeing he didn't mind being naked, like at all. It was refreshing.

"Look, about last nightㅡ"

Yunho smiles softly at you and he sits back down on the edge of your bed. "Don't worry, it doesn't have to be anything big or anything if you don't want it to, you know. We can still be friends or enemies or whatever and still have sex if that's what you want."

"Yeah?" you ask as he puts a strand of hair behind your ear, your face burning red and your heart fluttering.

"Well, I mean, I enjoyed the fuck out of last night and I would be really happy if it wasn't a one time deal," Yunho smiles when you scoot closer and turn on your side to be able to lay on his leg and wrap your arms around his waist. He even kisses your forehead.

"Me too. Let's just see what happens, no pressure or commitment, okay? If either of," you gesture with your finger between your bodies, "are feeling weird, just say something and we’ll talk, okay?"

"Yeah, sure thing," Yunho answers you, his voice almost tender, something you hadn't heard before last night. It was different. He gives you another little squeeze, letting you nestle into his warm lap.

The moment was over a little sooner than you expected.

"YUNHO! Y/N! FOR THE LAST TIME IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP I WILL COME INTO THE ROOM AND DRAG YOU OUT. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE NAKED. GET THE FUCK OUT OF THAT ROOM."

Yunho gets off the bed and puts on his t-shirt, groaning. "We're coming. God, could you just shut the fuck up?"

He shakes his head and holds out his hand to you, helping you out of the bed. His gaze flickers downwards as your legs stretch and show off the marks that he placed all along the tops of your thighs; what were supposed to be easy hickeys turned into harsh bites and small bruises that stood out against your delicate skin.

"What are you staring at, Jeong?"

"Just your pretty legs and beautiful hickeys all over them," he grins and allows you to grab some clothes.

"Shut up," you blush, knowing that not even last night and your hot makeout session would prepare you for what would come ahead now.

So much for the enemy line you and Yunho created between the two of you.

You met up with the rest of your friends at the usual diner that you and your friends always went to. It had been a good twenty minutes and no one said a word to you or Yunho. However, San looked way too satisfied and Seonghwa just kept a smug and knowing look the entire time you all had brunch.

"Sooooooo..." Mingi finally decided to talk, everyone going silent when he leaned in. "Had fun last night, Yunho?"

"They most likely did," Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows and stuffed a hashbrown in his mouth. "They were still in the bedroom when I barged into the apartment this morning."

"I'm going to change the code to my door so you can't get in, fucker," you stuck your tongue out and went back to your food. "Okay, look. I didn't mean to go home with Yunho last night. It just happened!"

Hongjoong laughed. "Uh huh, of course. It 'just happened.'"

Yunho shot you a teasing look, but then cleared his throat, grabbing all the attention. "Well, you guys wanna know what else just happened last night?"

You winced. "Yunho, don’t!"

"Y/N was definitely expecting something last night." Yunho continues anyways. "No panties and bra—"

You clasped a hand over his mouth, cheeks flushing red. "No one needs to know!"

Jongho raised his eyebrows. "Well damn. But really it's no surprise you got dicked down by Yunho."

San shook his head. "Man, now I need to find someone to hook up with. This is not fair."

Seonghwa chuckled. "Same. Yunho can't be the only one getting pussy."

"You got any female friends, Y/N?" Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows as you picked a strawberry off of his pancake and ate it. "Got any friends looking for a dick appointment? I am single."

You groaned as your other friends started looking around their table for the single friends you might have. "Ugh, okay. Can we please, PLEASE just shut up about everything that happened last night and forget about it? Okay. Whatever happened, happened. It's over."

Everyone stared at Yunho curiously when he said, "Oh no. It definitely did not happen."

Your cheeks burned. "Don't be such a dick. God."

You felt a hand rub over the marks left from his mouth against your inner thighs, a gentle smile appearing on his face. Thank god that you weren't wearing anything short because everyone would certainly catch a glance of his claim all over your soft and plush legs.

"He's your dick, huh?" Yeosang's coy voice picked up in the conversation.

"Lucky, lucky," Mingi wiggled his eyebrows.

Seonghwa started cracking up. "To think only a few hours ago you were fucking a guy you pretended to hate."

"He's growing on her," Hongjoong raised his eyebrows and met your eyes, a little mischievous smile on his face. "Admit it Y/N, you like the shit he pulls on you."

You didn't answer, opting for another strawberry to distract your mouth and brain. Yunho didn't help your case when the hand that was on your thigh, a reminder of exactly what he was capable of doing with his fingers, gripped at your soft flesh possessively.

"GOD. JUST MARRY ALREADY." Jongho groans loudly, hearing you squeak quietly.

"Have kids or something." San chortled.

The others, sans Yunho of course, start agreeing as they watch you and Yunho trade looks, catching you smile just the slightest and him gazing intently at your pretty lips. Wooyoung, tired of everyone in his immediate proximity, groaned at the ceiling.

"JUST ADMIT YOU BOTH LIKE EACH OTHER OR FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, PUT A RING ON THAT BITCH, YUNHO," Wooyoung stares at Yunho in disbelief, feeling a need to laugh hysterically. "We're all sick of watching the love-hate thing between you two."

Everyone burst into agreement.

Yunho shrugs casually. "Alright, we have our first date and we plan to get married. That satisfies you? Everyone is sick and tired of the back and forth fighting right?"

You rolled your eyes at him, reaching across the table to pat his arm softly and soothingly. "Thanks, honey. They definitely bought that."

He grinned. "I'll buy your love."

Hongjoong scoffed as everyone looked like they were gearing up to slap the two of you. "We see right through that crap. We might be crazy, but we ain't that fucked up in the head not to recognize bullshit. Now go away, you two."

All seven of them shoved the two of you together, out the door of the diner, with smiles on their faces and shouting some explicit words.

You stood with Yunho beside your car. "They're batshit insane."

"Isn't that why we love them?" He raised an eyebrow as you pretended to think about it. He laughs. "You're a pain in my ass sometimes."

"You're a pain in my ass too."

"Ha...Yunho," you mumbled his name, grasping his wet back as he held you against the tiles, mouth attaching to the marks on your neck as the steaming shower cascaded down on both of you. The tiles were icy against your back, water pelting down on you, steam heavy in the room. Yunho couldn't stop for more than a second, couldn't breathe. Everything that came out of his mouth was praise to how much you fit him so perfectly; you squeezed him like no one else could ever have, and the way he touched you made you lightheaded, unable to think of anyone else, ever. "Oh god..."

Your legs were wrapped around his hips, your toes flexing as the shower water rained down over him, his hands holding your thighs, fingertips sinking in your plush, plump skin. It has been months now, close to two or three, since Yunho and you have been sleeping together. To be completely honest, it wasn't that simple either; when it happened between the both of you it was never 'sleeping together' and everything about it was very complicated.

Sometimes, it was fucking, sometimes it was love making. Sometimes it was slow and sensual while other times were hard, fast and rough. Sometimes it was just sex where you leave each other afterwards. Other times it was staying together and sleeping curled into the sheets. Everything that had to do with what you had going on with Yunho was complicated and difficult.

"Oh my God..." His cock kept diving into you, meeting your desperate whines as your hands tightened around his strong biceps, listening to the short stuttered breath as your thighs quivered, tightening around him. Yunho swore and dropped his face into your throat, a moan pressing to your collarbone when he took another thrust. You writhed on the spot as his hand tightened at your thigh and around the curve of your back. "Yunho."

"Fuck Y/N..." Yunho moaned against your neck. “Say my name again, like that. Goddamn you look so fucking pretty with my dick inside of you. Always looks so pretty on my cock. Made for my dick." His forehead dragged against yours, nipping at your bottom lip. "Love you like this. Begging, aching, beautiful...so perfect for me..." His voice came out, strangled and raw, leaving you trembling and moaning as the sounds he pushed out of your throat, swallowing them with sloppy and heavy kisses.

The warm shower water still beat against you, trickling around your bodies and spilling over to the bathroom floor, the stall all humid. His large and massive body hovered over you, hands braced over your back and leg, fingers leaving searing patterns against you. The touches, kisses, sounds, the heat in the humid bathroom. It had you gasping his name, higher, deeper and louder.

God. How fucking had you never let this happen before? Let him bring you apart piece by piece in every way, watch him work you for hours like a canvas to his finger tips, show him every part of you that no one else has been allowed to see?

Now you had him all to yourself. Every ounce. Every inch.

And boy, were you insatiable.

"Do you hear how gorgeous you sound?" he praised hoarsely. Yunho groaned at the filthy sound of his wet, throbbing and long cock pushing its way in your pussy.

"Yes, Yunho," the look of pure satisfaction and power spread on his handsome face as you answered him with breathlessness and surrender had you clawing at his back. You squeezed his shoulders and ground your teeth. "Oh fuck, Yunho...I can't...I don't thinkㅡ"

He bucked his hips into your clenching hole harder.

"Damn Y/N," His breath brushed the shell of your ear. His lips kissed you hungrily, passionately, moving as roughly as his thrusts, slick with water. "I won't ever get tired of this, ever."

"Me neither," you mewled against his swollen lips, face flushing red as he ground into you, throwing his hips faster, harder, leaving you crying out as you clutched around him, arching into him. "Yes, oh fuck! Yes!"

The constant drag and pull on his dick sent your body and mind soaring to the heavens, making you mewl and call his name in a needy voice. It was more than a simple tug and release, more than fucking on occasion, a certain intimacy you only shared. "Y/N. I want this everyday. Just you, right here, getting fucked on my dick, falling apart on me. Over and over again."

"Me...too. Oh my god," Your lips parted with another loud, lustful cry of his name, pleasure swelling throughout your entire body. Yunho moaned a stream of explicit words, his brow furrowed and his hands shaking a little bit against your skin. The roll of his hips lost some of its rhythm, coming faster, the slap of wet skin against your thighs even louder as his heavy and thick cock abused your entrance. "More. Oh. OH, FUCK YES!"

His eyes closed as his dick pushed its way deeper into you with every shove. "So fucking close," Yunho grunts, your back and hips slapping against the wall behind you as his body pushed you against it, pinning you on his hard length. "Let go, baby, cum all over my dick."

"Yunho, fuck! Don't stop, Yunho, ohㅡ" You whine, tightening and tensing under him, "Don't stop. Fuck, I'm going toㅡ"

"Cum for me baby, that's it, cum for me," the guttural noises rolling off his tongue only spur you on further, nails digging into his back and your thighs trembling.

It takes a few more long and powerful thrusts before you find yourself yelling his name, coming on his dick hard. His rough growls of curses and your name turn breathless, hips twitching as his cock buried deep inside of you, cum shooting into you. Yunho's head drops into the curve of your shoulder.

You slump a little, finding no energy to keep your limbs taut anymore as he slips from your pussy, slowly lowering you back onto the shower floor. As Yunho catches his breath and releases the leg you were hanging onto him by, your heart still pounds so rapidly that it leaves you struggling to stand up right, slumping against his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Yunho rasped, smoothing some wet hair from the front of your flushed, warm face and pecking a gentle kiss against the corner of your mouth. You grin a little and lean into him, hands sliding against his broad and soaked chest, slick with water. "Take your time. Just try not to pass out. Not that I won't catch you, but we will probably both slip and hit our heads. Then, we both will be in the hospital."

You laugh as he turns off the water to the shower, stretching to reach over you for two towels he put on the shelf to hang, handing one to you. After wrapping the fluffy cloth around your cold, drenched body, you step closer to him, allowing him to press a kiss to your forehead. "Well, I better be careful then."

He lets out a laugh as he picks you up in his arms and wanders into his bedroom. The afternoon sunlight pours through the partially drawn curtains, washing over the bed. Yunho dumps you unceremoniously into the thick, fluffy comforter. You smile teasingly and fall onto the mess of pillows and blankets, damp towels dropping carelessly aside as you relax back into his sheets. He crawls towards you, smiling the slightest as he kisses your wet, tangled hair. "That was good, though, huh? Not gonna deny that it wasn't?"

"I don't remember. Was someone pounding me against the shower tiles like the fucking world was ending? Did I enjoy it at the very least?" You snuggled against his naked chest as he chuckled and settled into the blanket beside you. "Not gonna lie, but a girl could really get used to being taken care of by a man who fucks like he means it."

"Someone who also can't get enough of your delicious ass pussy, huh?" He grinned, sliding an arm around your waist and shifting to rest his cheek against the top of your hair, rubbing at your wet strands. You giggle and swat at his side, drawing him closer against you, tangling your bare legs. "You'll just have to take what's yours. So a daily request for your favorite big dick is not that bad."

"Daily, huh? I'm lucky," you glance at him curiously as he rubs a thumb against the smoothness of your soft skin. "But seriously, you'd actually want this to be a permanent thing between us?"

Yunho stared intently. "Do you just want it to be sex or something more? I mean, what are we even, at the moment? We do more than fuck and leave, right?"

Your hand rubbed at his skin absent minded, thumb circling a light mark left behind from you earlier. "We do more than fuck and leave, yeah… What should we call what's going on between us, really?" You pondered for a bit, sitting up a little more.

"How does..." Yunho begins, sighing softly, a small and sweet smile pulling on his face. "Getting married and having kids like the guys suggested sound?"

You grinned as his deep voice purred against you. "Nah, not ready for that step yet."

"Wanna move in?" He asked, sounding surprisingly sincere. "Become my live-in girlfriend?"

There's the briefest pause, but Yunho's gaze never falters. He watches the emotions that flicker across your face, the excitement, surprise, happiness and affection all cross your features. "Yeah? Really? Girlfriend?"

"Of course," he nods slowly, not needing a single second to think about his decision. Yunho squeezes you a little tighter, resting his chin against the top of your head and kissing it lightly. "I'm not in it for just the sex. I genuinely...I really, like you."

"Yeah...I like you too." You pushed against his bare chest. He laughed, burying his face in the crook of your throat. "Only a little bit."

"A little bit," Yunho said, his hot breath ghosting along your collarbone, pushing your head back to place kisses along your neck. "Just a little bit? What about… a lot bit, maybe?"

His large palm stroked down your shoulder, over your arm, grabbing your hand and moving it between his legs. A guttural moan leaving you both as his fingers dance around your wet slit.

"Always fucking ready, babygirl?" Yunho smirked, watching your teeth graze against your bottom lip, before sliding his length through your slick.

"Y/N!" Wooyoung called out as he barged into your apartment, throwing his bag on the ground. "Where are you!?"

You let out a frustrated sigh as you looked away from your phone to find Wooyoung knocking on your door before barging into your room and sitting next to you on your bed. You held back an eye roll but smirked, putting your phone down.

"What's the point of knocking on the door if you don't even give me a chance to respond?" You chuckled as he crawled next to you and collapsed against the pillow with a huff. Wooyoung groaned while laughing and leaned over to push at your knee playfully. 

"I wouldn't have to barge in if you responded faster, but you're slow and I got shit to do," he mumbled, grabbing the extra pillow and tucking it under his chin while holding his head up. You glanced over to find his eyes were already set on you, but that's nothing new. The two of you have a very, odd, relationship and have no shame.

"And by shit to do, you mean school and fucking?" You rolled your eyes when Wooyoung scoffed, amused and grabbed a loose piece of lint and threw it at him. "Speaking of, how's that thing between you and that girl, Jinhee?"

"Don't tell me you're actually interested in what's happening to me and a girl," Wooyoung made a gross face, which you also had an identical one. You scrunched up your nose and shook your head and then he sat back, eyes narrowed and pursed lips as if he were thinking very hard. "Is Y/N into women now? Does she want a three—"

"Fuck off, Woo," you hissed, cutting him off with a glare. Wooyoung only laughed while placing his hand on his heart and pulling out his puppy eyes. "We both know you only come over when you want to cuddle or rant or get tips on fucking." 

You waved your hands towards yourself, scoffing when he puckered his lips out for attention. You gently pushed him back by his forehead, but it did little to his antics as he was leaning in the opposite direction and fell flat against the pillows. You turned around to see his chest moving rapidly up and down as a breathy, high-pitched laugh rang in his voice, making you smirk.

When you first met Wooyoung back in high school, you were instantly friends as your personalities were alike. Well, you had more common sense than him. It was only later in the years did you finally understand what Wooyoung was and what his habits were about. He categorizes everyone in his life into two groups: women he's involved with, and you. The relationship between you and Wooyoung confuses you even to this day, because there is literally no romantic feelings. And that's the part that's confusing about your relationship, because he openly flaunts how much he loves to make out with random girls at parties, but yet... you get the affection that the rest of the girls wanted to receive, minus the sex.

There was that one girl who lasted the longest, which is roughly like a few months. Everyone thought it was love and it made sense why it lasted, because it seemed like it. The couple's relationship seemed to blossom into a romance, with flirting and soft kisses exchanged whenever they were near each other. Wooyoung, in particular, seemed to soften and become calmer. But then the jealousy came, and it was all downhill from there.

Nowadays, it was rare that there was someone that caught his eyes long enough, and when it did, the girls lasted no longer than three to four weeks. The girls get possessive over him and when they found out that he was best friends with you, they suddenly despised you. Wooyoung is typically unbothered by this, as you don't interfere in his personal life, and it doesn't usually bother you either. But on rare occasions, you'd get that sad call where Wooyoung would mumble over the phone about missing you, even though he saw you the day before, and how he was sorry. Those occasions were when you'd comfort him from a distance, too afraid to cross the invisible line that both of you were the only one's who knew were there. So as much as you hated the flaunting and the girls who wanted your head on a pike, you played nice and continued with the façade.

"Don't touch me," you muttered as you squished your side against the wall, which was pretty useless because soon Wooyoung's torso was plopped over you with his fingers wiggling between you and the wall.

"Hey, this is the best way to cuddle. Let me feel you," Wooyoung whined while pressing his cheek onto yours and held onto you tighter. "Mhmm, I feel so complete now. "

"What am I? Your teddy bear or something?" You mumbled, still pushing him away from you. He held tight before shuffling to wrap his arm around your stomach and chest and nuzzled into your shoulder.

"Yeah, you're my cuddly Y/N," Wooyoung mumbled, "and we're going to be together forever."  

"Good god, you sound like a psychopathic weirdo right now," you gave up on shoving Wooyoung off and let him take up most of the room and leaned your head on him with a defeated sigh. You slapped his hand away when he was squeezing your soft body. "Is that why you come over? To squeeze my fat?"

"How many times do I have to say you're not fat? You have the perfect amount of cushion, especially here..." You couldn't see, but you felt the smile on Wooyoung's mouth and immediately shivered when you felt his finger and thumb squeeze the flabby fat on the side of your waist. You whipped around to smack his hands away, his high pitched laughter ringing in your ears when you turned. "C'mon, I was complimenting you! How would I live without my stress toy? I have needs and you help fulfill them."

"Get the fuck out of my apartment, Jung Wooyoung," you slapped his hands and hid your waist from his reaching hands. He was pouting and rubbing his hands. "That's what you get."

"Fine, I'm done squeezing the hell out of you," Wooyoung laughed, making a few breathy noises and nodded along before smashing himself into you again. He wrapped his arms around you before falling back onto the bed with a groan. His limbs were sprawled around you and he kept shifting until he could hug you tightly.

You rolled your eyes as you gently heard his soft snoring for a few minutes. You decided to browse online and maybe do some online shopping, especially now that there were sales and discounts for the season. You didn't think much about browsing your favorite adult toys, so you thought why not? You haven't had much action lately and would rather not rely on your imagination and your hands. It'd been quite a while since you had something to spice up your alone time and with the adult money you're saving by living by yourself, you can buy things like these for yourself.

A few clicks into browsing around, the feeling of someone else being with you while shopping online for adult sex toys is a little uncomfortable and awkward, not to mention a bit embarrassing. You glanced next to you, hoping that Wooyoung was sleeping deeply enough so he can't see what's currently happening on the screen. Thankfully he was drooling on his pillow with an obnoxious open mouth snore that signaled that he was knocked out. You let out a soft sigh before returning your attention to the screen and continued browsing around the pages of the familiar site. You did come across the item you were interested in and the 25% off and the 50% off discount did sound appealing to your eyes. Not that your items cost a lot of money, but why not buy it for cheaper? You've been meaning to try out some edgier stuff that'll add a little bit more intensity when you were having 'me time'.

Wooyoung moaned lightly from his slumber before nudging his head to fit in your hair better. You turned your head around and found his cheek now pushing against your temple as you could literally hear him breathing and how his chest vibrated with each exhale. Wooyoung's presence was oddly soothing, you will admit, but there were times where he really annoyed you and was a complete menace to you. However, at times like this where your body fits right with him, his warmth providing a bit of relaxation after the exhausting days, it felt nice, as odd as it sounds, having Wooyoung snuggle in your bed with you.

Your gaze followed a strand of his hair that was sticking to his forehead and you gently brushed it back as well, smiling fondly. Wooyoung grunted a bit in his sleep and a pout formed on his face. The strands you tried to brush away were falling over his eyebrows and again, so you took hold of another. His hair was surprisingly soft when it wasn't stiff with his gel and hair spray. Wooyoung hates when you ruin his 'modern' look so that's why he keeps it styled up and almost never lets his hair down, not even when he sleeps over. So you couldn't resist but comb back his hair once more, making his hair even more disheveled. You patted down the edges a little bit before deciding it's enough and went back to browsing on your phone.

"Mmm," you hummed softly, a smile slowly etched on your face as you eyed the details and prices of your ideal wand vibrator. The first impression didn't look too bad and the prices were even better; 70% off for a limited time. You could grab yourself a new set of lingerie for yourself as a celebration for moving into a new apartment and you haven't indulged yourself in something new and cute in a while, and maybe for some future potential dates.

The problem right now is whether or not you want the red one with the wider head, which will probably get the job done a bit faster...

"Why are you looking at sex toys?" A sleepy mumble whispered in your ear, startling the hell out of you when you found Wooyoung reading over your shoulder. You quickly closed your phone and threw it somewhere behind you. Wooyoung chuckled while dropping his weight on top of you with his whole body and pinned your body down, trapping your arm underneath.

"So I don't end up in your bed, you fucking weirdo," you shoved him with a grumble and felt Wooyoung's face erupt in soft, airy laughs right by your head.

"You know you can just use me," Wooyoung muttered, his voice dropping an octave lower with a raspy tone that came from his post nap state. "I'm sure I'll feel better than a dildo."

You glared at Wooyoung for even bringing it up and of course Wooyoung saw and threw on his smirk. His nose was brushing against the side of your jaw line and he was constantly staring down at the website. You shifted to scoot away from him, not liking the fact that you're talking about him dicking you down like that with no remorse.

"At least with a dildo, I don't have to worry about catching feelings," you rolled your eyes.

"What if I wanted you to catch feelings?" Wooyoung softly asked. The tone of his voice made you bite the inside of your cheek and kept you frozen under him. "What if I wanted to be your good boy and not a bad one for once, just for you? What would you have to say then, huh?" 

He shuffled closer, his hot breath ghosted over the soft flesh of your lips and down to your neck. The skin to skin contact was intoxicating, especially when his soft hand was running down your waist. You glanced over to see his expression and noticed that he was so close to your face. 

Too close.

"Are you serious? Are you joking? What game are you playing, Jung Wooyoung?" You glared at him and placed your hand on his shoulders, ready to push him if he tried something.

"Can I not be serious for once?" Wooyoung whispers, his deep brown eyes searched your face and you could feel him analyzing every single feature on your face. Your hand was limp and stayed frozen on his shoulder, not knowing if it wanted to pull him closer or push him far away. His fingers were lightly tracing over the hem of your sweat pants, dipping to run circles over your bare hip, exposed where your shirt had ridden up. "Can't I change for you, the only person who seems to understand me? Can't I be your good boy? Because god knows, it's all I ever want to be." 

"What if this is another joke?" Your voice sounded more like a plea rather than a question. "There's no way that you would like a girl like me, all soft and chubby." You glanced down at your round stomach and thick thighs to find your chubbiness not too different from a soft cushion.

"You don't even see yourself the way that I do. How do I get that through your skull?" Wooyoung whispered, his hands cupping either side of your cheeks to force you to look at him, which made you involuntarily shiver. You gulped loudly when he pulled away with a serious, straight face. "Y/N, can't I just treat you like what a man should do with a woman that he likes and wants? Can't we go out and actually start something that can actually lead somewhere rather than this confusing friendship? Can you take the next step for us and see if there was something beyond platonic love with me?"

"You know being with me means that you'll have to stop your fuckboy ways, right? The constant fucking, the multiple women, the one-nighters... It means that the two of us would only have each other to love, and that's a big risk," you mumbled out with shaky lips and searched his expression. You swallowed thickly before moving your gaze to his plump, full lips. "Are you ready to give that all up?"

"Do you even realize how crazy I've been over you? How I've always followed you around like a little duckling, showering you with affection because I didn't know how else to handle my growing feelings? That even when I sleep with other people, I can never get you out of my mind and always think about what could have been?" Wooyoung's voice rose in a quiet rant as he took your hand and placed it on his neck, guiding it to where his pulse throbbed visibly. You watched your hands intently, seeing the slight bob of his Adam's apple before his fingers left yours, leaving your hand flat and steady on the warm skin.

You stared at his darkening, chocolate colored eyes that were lit with something that made your tummy twist. Your voice was small and barely audible when your other hand slipped up his shoulder and around his neck, grabbing onto the short, black hair at the base of his hairline."What about all the girls that are out there, waiting for a sliver of your attention and love?"

"Don't you know I'd do anything for you?" His breath was hot against the skin of your lips. 

"Yeah? Like what?" You leaned closer, the tip of your nose brushed over the tips of his. You shuddered in anticipation as you kept your eyes on his lips.

"I’d give everything up just for you. Do anything just to prove myself to you. Worship the fucking ground you walk on and put the moon and stars up for you because you fucking deserve everything I could possibly give. Because you're beautiful, no, magnificent," his head tilted closer, his lips were now mere inches apart. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours, sending soft, butterfly kisses. "I'd let you destroy me. Let you take every last bit of me because I'd happily surrender to you. So please, let me be a good boy for you and show you how much I've craved you."

You couldn't wait any longer. Gathering all your courage, you closed the distance between the two of you, capturing his lips with your own. Eyes fluttering shut, you reveled in the sensation of his soft, silky skin against yours. You released a guttural moan at the feeling, your fingers tugging Wooyoung down against you by the base of his scalp. One hand kept its firm grip in his hair as the other squeezed around his neck.

Your senses were invaded as Wooyoung turned into putty with a soft moan as he kissed you like there's no tomorrow. His body was fully pressed against yours, both knees on either side of your hips and elbows were digging into your plush mattress. His soft moaning sounds turned into groans when he suddenly tilted his head to the side to press closer into the kiss. One soft hand ran up to your face to gently caress the cheek, and you felt your insides turning to mush at the soft touch. There was a part of you that always wanted Wooyoung, but the idea of your friendship meant the risk wasn't worth it. But now...

Wooyoung rolled onto his back, dragging you up with him as he wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you tight and making you straddle his lap. The sound of a whine filled the air when he stopped to rest his forehead against yours, a shaky chuckle reverberated in between your connected lips. You sat back slightly, your fingers grasping the hems of your oversized shirt and pulling it over your head. Your skin heated under his wandering eyes. You pressed your hips down against Wooyoung and grinned when a sharp gasp broke the silence in the air and his hands grabbed at your ass, pressing your clothed cunt hard against his groin.

You moved forward and gave soft kitten licks to the plushness of Wooyoung's lips. "You're really gonna be my good boy?"

"Will you have me?" His whisper sent another spark to your lower half and you pressed yourself closer with another roll of your hips, smiling at his choked off grunt. He nipped at the flesh of your lower lip and you opened your mouth to his awaiting, warm tongue.

"Can you even handle a chubby girl like me?" You sucked on the slick, wet tongue with a soft moan that melted into a chuckle when he took that moment to grab your breasts in his soft hands, cupping and fondling your perky nipples.

"Baby girl, there is no one that I would rather worship," he chuckled as his hands explored your skin and body, setting your insides and soul on fire as you returned each of his touches and affections. Wooyoung switched positions once again so you're flat on your back, his hands brushing against the hem of your sweatpants. "May I have the pleasure of worshiping your body? Lick every inch of your gorgeous, voluptuous, plush body until my name is all your pretty lips can remember? Please, may I be good for you?"

"Yes, you may," you nodded, watching the smirk stretch across his swollen lips as he dragged the remaining clothing down the length of your legs, throwing them somewhere over his shoulders before running his hands up your body.

And then Wooyoung ate.

Oh how he ate you up like a starved man.

With his wicked hands and sinful tongue, you're sure this is your hell and your heaven. The man has made you feel ways that you're pretty sure should be illegal. Wooyoung is currently below, his tongue drawing pretty patterns and kitten licks between the seam of your soaked core.

"Fuck, Wooyoung. It feels so good," you couldn't keep your praise at a reasonable level when Wooyoung started to pick up the pace of his licks. The fingers from your left hand were fisting into his long hair, holding him in between your thick thighs. "How do I taste?"

"Sweetest damn thing in this entire world," Wooyoung responds when he looks up at you. His brown orbs were turned dark with lust. His wet lips were swollen and shining with your sweet slick. His black, longer hair was now completely falling and framing his flushed face. "Are you going to cum for me, baby girl? Squeeze these delicious thighs around my face."

He dived back to continue feasting on your sweetness with a soft hum vibrating over your pussy lips. You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue diving between the lips. With one hand he spread your dripping lips further with his fingers, showing the soft nub and dove in. You gripped tighter into his hair and buckled your hips. You cried out his name with a curse when you felt the pad of his index finger starting to rub light circles onto your throbbing clit. It sent shockwaves through your lower tummy and made your muscles contract, your pussy spasming against the warmth.

It took only a few more strokes against your clit with his skilled tongue for you to fall apart. A scream caught in the back of your throat as your climax washed over you. Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, smothering the man in between your thighs.

You looked down and caught Wooyoung smiling when his index finger continued to massage tight, small circles, helping you ride your high. A burst of pride rose through your chest at the sight, and you're pretty sure you wanted to keep this sight for the rest of your life, and possibly for forever. You're hooked and you knew you had fallen even harder.

As soon as the waves had slowly subsided, you uncrossed your thighs and pulled at him to move up, causing him to give a small chuckle as he shuffled to sit in between your hips.

"Someone is eager for more," Wooyoung teased.

"Oh shut the hell up and get to kissing me before I change my mind," you sat up as he moved towards your lips. As he sealed his soft lips on top of yours again, you took the time to push up his shirt and pushed him back. Wooyoung smiled around the kiss and bit your lower lip before sitting back a bit, hands still resting around your waist. He smirked as he helped take off the material and once his chest was bare, you were back on each other.

You were slightly surprised when you suddenly found yourself with your back hitting the soft mattress underneath your body. "Get naked, Wooyoung. I can't be the only one here."

"Be patient, sweetheart," he hushed and your fingers quickly reached for his pants and dragged them down his thighs. He moved off of you as you continued to work the fabric off the curve of his ass, tossing the clothes somewhere behind him. 

"Condom?" He whispers once he's fully naked and settles on his knees between the meaty skin of your thighs. He brushes back his hair and takes your body in once more. Wooyoung rested a strong hand against your hip and began rubbing tight circles against the skin.

"Don't need one," you pulled his neck down, arms wrapping around his neck in a hug. "I'm on birth control. I'm ready for you. I want you. Now fuck me, Jung Wooyoung."

"Who am I to deny a pretty thing like you what you want?" Wooyoung scooted closer, his soft hand traveled lower to push your thighs further open. His dick is aligned, pushing through your slick folds, grazing the bundle of nerves on your slit.

"Fuck, Wooyoung. Why are you teasing me right now?" You whimpered when the tip brushed against your entrance before pulling back again."Please hurry the fuck up and just stick it in me."

"What was that, baby girl?" Wooyoung asked.

"Fuck. Just fuck me, please. I need you," you whispered. Wooyoung grabbed your face and guided you into a harsh, sloppy kiss, smothering and squishing his lips into yours. At the same time, he pushes in his hips and pulls you against him. His cock fills and stretches your hole and you gasped against his mouth, trying to breathe and find any other noise to make in your state of bliss. "Holy, fucking fuck."

Wooyoung smirked along your lips and thrust his hips forward until he's fully seated. You moaned at the feel of his cock buried into you. He fit like a puzzle piece, like he was meant to be there and there alone. 

He felt perfect.

"Feels so fucking good, baby girl," Wooyoung grunts as his head fell into the crook of your neck. "Do you want it to be gentle? Do you want it to be rough? You gotta speak up or else I don't know."

"Right now? I just want you. Just move," you threaded a hand through his black hair and gave his hair a tug, causing him to growl. Wooyoung moved slowly, making sure his dick rubbed along each spongy, wet and throbbing spot in your walls. "Oh fuck. Right there."

"Goddamn, baby girl," Wooyoung half grumbles, half groans, into your neck. "Tell me how you're feeling. Better than what a toy can do?"

"Fuck you," you let out a soft whimper, your eyes closed tightly. "Yes, okay. Fuck. You feel so much better than a shitty toy. You're perfect. Everything about you is. Fuck. That spot. Fucking god, that spot. Don't stop please, oh holy fucking shit."

"Yeah?" Wooyoung brought his thumb to run smooth circles over your clit again, pressing his hand firmly over your navel. "Let me hear you, Y/N. Tell me I'm your good boy. Say my fucking name. That's all I ask."

"You have no idea, how many times I have dreamt this, wishing that you would notice how fucking whipped I am for you." Wooyoung slowed down a bit, fucking slow, deep and hard into your tight and wet core. The build-up is slowly beginning to fill the pit of your tummy. "Fuck, look at the way I slide inside you, Y/N. My dick was made to fill you up. Look how perfectly you are sucking me in."

"Fuck," a curse ripped from your mouth, a drawn-out moan followed close behind as his cock repeatedly thrusted into you. "You feel so good, Wooyoung."

Your hand flies down and grasps on to his toned biceps, his body hovering above yours. Your fingers dig into the skin. 

He picks up his pace, his thighs tensing at the strength in his powerful hips as he drives into you, his breathing turning heavy as he kisses the top of your nose. "Yes, keep your thighs up. Your body is gorgeous and the noises are driving me crazy. I could just spend the entire damn day fucking you and drinking every single last drop of your moans and cries. Fuck. Shit. Yeah, squeeze around me baby, that's fucking amazing."

Wooyoung rolls onto his back with a moan, pulling you up onto his lap as the head of his length presses snuggly into that sweet spot that causes your toes to curl. You lean back, legs spread as his soft, muscular legs support your weight while you balance. Your body shuddered, legs shaking while his hands took the opportunity to grasp at the cheeks of your ass.

Your breath hitched at the new angle that hit different spots in you. "Holy shit, Wooyoung."

You rose and fell and moved in sync together. Wooyoung helps move your body as if you weigh nothing, moaning when the head rubs against the inner part of your cunt. You slammed your hips down, over and over. You threw your head back and squealed at the amazing feeling, squeezing around his length that's buried deep.

"Keep bouncing baby. Fucking bounce on my cock. Come on baby, don't stop." Wooyoung groaned from below you, his grip on your ass tightened. His hand roams from the plump skin of your ass down the curves of your back. "Come for me, Y/N. You're gonna make a mess all over my dick, aren't you? Make me feel like I'm the luckiest motherfucker to make you cum over and over and over. Better than a fucking toy that's for sure."

"Shit, Wooyoung," One hand clamped around his knee while the other grabbed at his arm that was still squeezing your ass. "Cum in me, Wooyoung. Please. Cum in me."

"Hell yes, I'm close too, sweetheart," Wooyoung was picking you back up and bringing you back down in time with his upward thrusts. "Ride my cock. Ride me like your toy. Ride me till you've reached the point where you don't know how you still live without me. Use me like your own goddamn dildo."

You whimpered at his words and threw yourself forward, leaning your body against the hot, broad expanse of his chest and wrapped your arms around his head. "You're going to be my personal toy? Use you whenever, wherever?"

"Yes, oh fuck," Wooyoung's voice rose and pitched higher in an octave. "Babe, I'm gonna-"

"Give it to me. Fucking give it to me please." You muttered.

"Fuck, I love you," Wooyoung slammed in and the two of you came. You buried your face into his neck as his orgasm racked both of your bodies. He shot his hot, sticky load inside you, his cock was twitching against the tight walls as his body was quivering, tensed and curled around yours.

He nuzzles your neck with a breathy smile. Your thighs were trembling and your insides were twitching, and it feels like it's neverending. You moaned his name as another wave passed through, your walls fluttering around his spent dick. Your body went slack as soon as the contractions passed and Wooyoung pulled out, helping you down against the pillows beside him. The two of you just lay there, taking heavy breaths and not really speaking, just trying to regain composure.

You turned your head to see him smile. "I love you too, Wooyoung. Always."

"So the next time you decide to buy some fancy ass dildo, come straight for my dick, babe. Because, hell, a toy can't replace this." He waved his hand along his body with a shit-eating smirk and you laughed, pushing his body lightly and hugging his side.

"Shut up, Wooyoung. Oh my fucking gosh," you couldn't help the laughter that bubbles inside your chest. He laughs beside you and turns on his side, moving in closer, tucking your face into his chest. "Brat."

"But you love this brat," Wooyoung jokes and the laugh gets louder. "Don't forget, Y/N. Anytime and anywhere."

"Silly man," you mumbled and looked up at him and smiled softly. "Well then, don't mind me if I take you up on that offer again."

"This offer doesn't expire,” Wooyoung sneaks a soft kiss, his fingers threading through the messiness of your hair.

And you can only chuckle, before going in for another kiss.

A bad boy. You fell in love with a bratty bad boy. And there was nothing wrong with that.

Because Wooyoung is the perfect type of brat for you.

The dinner conversation that was happening around you was cheerful and full of happiness. However, you couldn't pay any attention to it, seeing as your boyfriend's hand trailed the length of your bare thigh. Squeezing the plump flesh every so often, and his fingers wandering a little too dangerously close to your clothed core. Every time you thought that he was finally going to touch you, he would move back down to just right above your knee.

You smiled sweetly at Yeosang's mother when she asked how you liked the food. You told her that it was very new to you, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. However, your hand that was gripping the side of your chair, trying to stabilize yourself, released its vice grip before reaching over to your boyfriend's lap.

Yeosang nearly choked on his water when he felt your small hand palming his growing erection. You sat there with your hand over your mouth to conceal the smirk you had plastered over your lips. Moving your wandering hand to pat his back gently, cooing at him to be more careful. He gave you a pointed glare before harshly squeezing your thigh, making your body jolt, and a gasp fell from your covered lips.

“Are you alright, y/n dear?” Yeosang’s mother asked, concern filling her eyes at your sudden movement. Now it was Yeosang’s turn to stifle a smirk as you tried to cover up by saying it was just the hiccups.

Your hand then found his crotch once more, grabbing his dick through his dress slacks. He bit back a groan at the sudden feeling before moving his hand further up your thigh, pressing a firm finger to your clit, and watching as your jaw clenched.

This little game of both of yours seemed to have gone on for ages when, in reality, it had only been about ten minutes. Yeosang was fully hard in his pants to the point that it was almost painful, while you had soaked entirely through your underwear, sure that some of it had dripped onto the expensive chair you were sitting on.

Yeosang’s parents sat across from the two of you, blissfully unaware of what shenanigans the two of you were up to. You should have been embarrassed by what was happening; it was your first time meeting them, after all, but the lust had already consumed you far before you even set foot into this fancy five-star restaurant.

You blamed it on the little red dress you were wearing that Yeosang had bought for you. The moment you walked out of the bathroom wearing it, your boyfriend had his hands all over you, leaving your body hot under his touch. His kisses on your neck left you wanting more, but you were rudely cut short when his mother called, asking when you two were heading to the restaurant. The same little red dress that Yeosang so badly wanted to rip off your body and bend you over the nearest surface to fuck you stupid, not caring who could see. But he knew he needed to have a little patience because he knew the moment the two of you got home, you’d be begging him to bury his cock deep inside your dripping cunt.

The feeling of your pretty, manicured fingers stroking his dick through his pants damn near made him cum then and there. That was the last straw; he didn't want to look like some loser who comes in their slacks because of their girlfriend's touch; no, if he was going to cum, then it was going to be into your weeping pussy, pumping his load so deep into your womb.

Yeosang quickly tugged your hand away from his lap as he felt his high creeping up way too quickly, surprising you. He, however, didn’t spare you a glance as he smiled adoringly at his parents.

“I just remembered, y/n brought a gift for you guys, but we left it in the car.” His words came out quickly, almost incoherent, but the older couple seemed to understand, “We’re gonna go grab it and be right back.”

You looked over at your boyfriend, eyebrows scrunched together, confused, “But babe, I didn’t bring any-” You were then cut off when your breath hitched in your throat as Yeosang harshly pressed down on your clit with his thumb. Quickly picking up on what he was trying to do, your ears started to burn red. Your eyes shifted to meet his parents, “I did bring something. I hope you guys like it.” A slight pout adorned your face, causing Yeosang’s mother to coo at you, telling you that she was sure that they’d love anything you brought.

Yeosang pulled his hand away from your needy core, causing you to bite back a whine before he stood from the table, quickly adjusting his pants. Once his chair was pushed in, he walked over to you, holding a hand out. You grabbed it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. Your grip on Yeosang’s hand tightened as your legs felt wobbly, not missing the smirk that tugged on the corner of his lips.

You punched his side softly as he told his parents once again that you guys would be right back before tugging you toward the front entrance. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend’s game plan was, but as you neared the exit, you were sure he was really dragging you to the car. The thought worried you a little bit. It’s not like the two of you haven’t done it in the car before, but you were in a more secluded area, not surrounded by so many people at that time.

However, just as you made it to the entrance, Yeosang looked over his shoulder to make sure his parents weren’t paying any attention before dragging you off in the direction of the bathrooms. He quickly opened the door before pushing you inside, and he followed shortly after. When he had the door locked, he turned around to face you, his fingers quickly finding your neck, encasing your soft flesh, and pulling you towards him.

“God, you are such a fucking tease.” Yeosang groaned against your lips, causing you to whine out, saying that he started it.

Then his lips were on yours, kissing you with a bruising force, knocking all of the air out of your lungs, leaving you breathless. Yeosang pushed your body backward until your lower back hit the edge of the countertop. Neither of your hands left the other's body, fingers gripping and pulling at fabric, desperate to feel skin on skin.

“Yeosang…” You whined out as his lips trailed down your jaw before finding that one spot on your neck that made your knees weak. His hand then moved down to cup your sopping heat, causing a choked moan to leave your lips.

“Gotta be quiet, angel. We can’t have anyone find us now, can we?” Yeosang cooed in your ear, and you bit your lip, nodding.

Your hands then went to his belt, and you fumbled to undo it. As soon as the button was unfastened, you were ready to drop to your knees, but Yeosang was quick to stop you.

“As much as I would love to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around me, we don’t have the time.” He mumbled against your cheek before pressing a searing kiss to your lips; he pulled away with a groan as your hand wrapped around his cock. “Turn around.”

You didn’t think twice before following his instructions and turning, only to feel your face grow warm when you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were glazed over with lust, your cheeks a shade that resembled a strawberry, and your lips were kiss-swollen. Yeosang smirked as your eyes then trailed up to meet his in the mirror.

Before you could even utter a word, Yeosang wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pushing the front of your body against the countertop. A whimper fell from your lips when he pressed his hips against yours, his bulge pressing against your aching core.

“Fuck baby, you’re so warm, and I’m not even in you yet.” He groaned in your ear, his chest lying against your back.

“Yeosang, please.” You choked out, wiggling your hips, desperate to feel him buried in you. Yeosang’s other hand found purchase on your thigh, just below the hem of your dress.

“Please, what, angel?” He chuckled as he bunched up your dress over your hips, his eyes falling on the black lace panties that were sticking to your pussy, outlining everything. A groan fell from his lips at the sight, his fingers grazing over your clothed slit, causing your hips to buck and a whine to escape your mouth.

“Fuck me already, Sangie, please.” The nickname falling from your swollen lips made his dick twitch.

Yeosang’s lip was pulled between his lips as he rid himself of his slacks and underwear, letting his rock-hard dick spring free. Your eyes watched him through the mirror, your mouth watering at the sight of his angry red tip. Catching your gaze, he wrapped his hand around his base, pumping himself a few times, causing you to whine, your core throbbing.

Sensing your impatience, he removed his hand from himself before grabbing your panties and pulling them to the side. His thumb pressed against your slick entrance, watching as your juices pooled out.

“You’re so wet, baby. Did I really make you this needy?” He asked with a smug smirk, knowing damn well that he did. You let out a breathy moan as he pushed his thumb into your hole, but he was quick to pull it out.

You were about to let out another whine when you felt the head of his cock prodding at your entrance. A choked moan tore through your lips when he bottoms out completely, your mind going fuzzy as he starts moving at a harsh pace, leaving no time for you to adjust.

“Y-Yeosang— fuck!” His name fell from your lips as he continued to piston his hips into yours at a mind-numbing pace. Yeosang chuckled as you clasped a hand over your mouth to conceal the moans that were slipping past your lips.

Yeosang watched your eyes roll back as he positioned his hips until his tip brushed over your sweet spot, a sweet moan spilled from your lips muffled by your fingers. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not with the way you were clenching around him like crazy.

“Yeosang, I’m close.” You whined, feeling the knot in your lower gut starting to tighten.

Yeosang moved his hand from the back of your neck to the front, pulling your body up, your back flush against his chest. The new angle had stars clouding your vision, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Your sweet moans flooded right into his ears until you were squeezing his cock so deliciously.

“Fuck, look how beautiful you are taking my cock like a good girl.” His voice was low and raspy as you lifted your head to look in the mirror. Your walls contracted around him as your eyes fell to where the two of you were connected, watching as his dick slid in and out of you with ease.

Your body twitches when his fingers start rubbing sharp circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. Choked moans leave your lips; Yeosang’s hand wraps around your neck and squeezes slightly, keeping your noises from getting too loud.

“Cum for me, angel.” He peppered kisses along your jaw as your vision clouded over when your orgasm washed over your body, making your ears ring and your knees weak. A groan tore through his lips as your pussy tightened around him like a vice, and with a few more thrusts, he spilled deep inside your womb, painting your gummy walls white. His hips moved slowly against yours, riding out both of your highs until he came to a complete stop, allowing the two of you to catch your breath.

Yeosang mumbled soft praises in your ear as his hand moved from your neck to rest right under your breasts, holding you close. After a few moments, you muttered something about his parents waiting, causing him to chuckle. He pulled out of your carefully, listening to the soft whimpers that would fall from your lips. Once he pulled out completely, he moved your underwear back in place, allowing the fabric to absorb the mixture of your cum.

He then moved a bit away, letting you fix your dress while he pulled his underwear and slacks back up, making sure he was still presentable.

“What about this so-called gift I got for your parents?” You teased as you turned to fix his collar, looking up to meet his eyes. He smirked as his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling your body closer to his before leaning down to your ear.

“We could always go home and return in a few weeks to surprise them with a grandchild.” Yeosang couldn’t help but laugh when he pulled away to see your flushed face; your eyes were blown wide at his words. They made your body feel warm and tingly, taking everything in you not to pull him back down to connect your lips.

Instead, you pinched his side with a pout, “You’re not funny, Yeosang, plus I just met them tonight.”

“Who says I’m joking, baby?” His voice left an open promise as he leaned his forehead against yours, causing your eyes to flutter shut and your hands to rest on his chest. The thought of you walking around with a round, swollen belly, carrying his child, made his dick twitch again.

“Come on, we’ve left them waiting long enough.” Your meek voice broke the silence. Yeosang moved away only to grab your hand, and you both left the bathroom.

When you got back to the table, you were quick to come up with a reasonable excuse: you and Yeosang had searched the car front to back but couldn’t find the gift, and you promised to give it to them the next time you’re able to meet. Yeosang’s mother just beamed hearing that you wanted to see them again and told you that your presence in their son's life, as well as theirs, was worth more than any gift.

Seeing you with his parents, Yeosang knew he was locked in with you, and he didn't really mind. Then he remembered his words in the bathroom moments ago, his body growing tense with need once more. He just couldn’t wait to go home and pump you so full of his cum until he was sure that you were carrying his child.

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A dark glint in his eyes you'd never seen before sent a chill down your spine. Your best friend had never looked at you like this–with such hunger. The air in the room becomes heavy and charged with something you hadn’t expected from your best friend.

“I’m not asking you to be what you’re not.” 

“What about an anti-hero?” 

“Still a hero aren’t they?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. You silently hoped he would drop it–move on or go back to the movie you were watching. 

“Yeah… but different.” His eyes held yours. You could get lost in the dark chocolate if you let yourself. The tension becoming nearly unbearable, as you fidget in your seat. 

You hesitated before finally asking. “How so?” 

“Let me show you.” He offered, holding out his hand. 

You glanced between his hand and his face. 

This was Yunho. Your friend that you had known for what seemed like your entire life. The golden retriever who would help you in any way that he could just to be near you. The sweet and caring boy your family trusted no questions asked. He would bear any weight if it eased the burden on your own shoulders. The one who invited you over to hear out your troubles. Now toeing the line of something more than friends. A line you weren't sure should be crossed. 

“Yunho, we–”

“This doesn't have to change anything. I just wanna help. Your ex was terrible and I just wanna help take the edge off.” 

“You think you can?” You couldn't help the bratty retort from coming out if you wanted to. 

“Oh, I know I can. I just need your permission.” His smirk seemed to grow as he edged his hand closer to you once more. The golden retriever energy that was usually so welcoming had turned predatory. 

The look in his eyes gave the sense that he knew what he was doing to you. Knew how his words were hitting home–starting the engine that only he knew how to rev.

“Don’t make me regret this.” You whispered as you placed your hand into his. The warmth sending a tingling sensation through your arm as you allow him to pull you up. 

“You won't.”

He leads you to his bedroom and pushes you against the door as soon as it’s shut. You could feel the vibration of the door against your back as you heard the click of the handle seal the door shut. One hand cups your neck, tilting your head up while the other moves to your waist. His eyes search yours for a sign of doubt.

“You have a safe word?”

“No?” You question, hesitant. Your ex was as vanilla as you could get and sought out his own pleasure over yours. A safe word was never created or deemed necessary.

“You do now, just say Venom if you need me to stop. Okay?” His tone commanding but protective as he pressed into you.

“Really? Like the–” Of course your nerdy friend would find a way to–Yunho gave you a look, cutting off your retort. “Okay, I understand.”

His eyes search yours, looking for any doubt. Your heart races, pounding against your chest. Questions of reality seeped into your head. Was he really about to do this? Was he truly prepared to cross this line–to dive over the edge?

Before you can put a voice to these questions, he dives in. His lips crashing on to yours with the heat of a burning fire. Your head tilts back against the door as he moves a leg between yours. You breathe him in, his rich cologne filling your senses with nothing but him. His hand sliding up your waist, going under your shirt, and stopping just below your breasts where your bra line is. 

Moving away a moment, your top is removed and thrown to the floor. The sound of the fabric hitting the floor is muted by your deep breaths. You quickly tug Yunho back to you by the front of shirt causing a chuckle to leave his lips. 

“Eager are we? Me too, been thinking of this for months” He confesses, causing you to gasp. 

Your thoughts reevaluating the friendship you shared with him. The subtle touches you shared, especially around others. The protectiveness that you thought was just him being caring, seemed to shift to a more jealous tone at his confession. Yet you couldn’t say that you hated it. If anything it made you want to pull him, pull him closer–tip over the edge in front of you. 

His hands finding their way to the clasp of your bra. His leg moves higher as you grind down to create the friction you need. A burning desire filling you as he moved to nip at your ear. 

“Yunho, don’t tease.” You pleaded, tugging at his shirt to remove it. 

“Yeah? You think this is teasing? You just need to be patient. Good girls get what they want.” He whispered into your ear, a chill moving down your spine. Removing your bra, he cups your breasts in his hands. 

His mouth begins a trail of open mouth kisses down your neck to your chest before sucking a nipple into his mouth. Using his fingers to pinch the other, almost painfully, a soft moan falls from your lips. You felt him smirk as he released your hard nipple with a pop. 

“Oh? You like that? Like a little roughness, don’t you?” He asked, blowing air onto your hard nipple causing another shiver to go down your spine. You couldn’t answer as your brain tried to comprehend the mean behavior coming from your closest friend. He continued to pinch your other nipple, twisting it after a moment. You yelped as he chuckled. 

“Good sluts answer when asked something.” 

“Yes! Yes, sorry.” You answered hurriedly, not expecting this from your sweet Yunho. The whiplash smacks your senses to alert. He chuckled as his eyes met your wide ones. 

He gives the same treatment to your other nipple as his free hand undoes the button of your jeans. 

After releasing your breasts, he pulls down your pants as he kisses down your stomach to your panties. Helping you step out of your pants, he then moves up your legs, glancing up at you as he pauses over the only clothing left on your body.

“Such a good girl. Tell me what you want.” 

“I want you. Touch me, please.” You begged softly.

“I am touching you.” His hands grip your thighs lightly, a reminder of their placement.

“Yunhooo.” You whine, bucking your hips in an attempt to put his attention where you need it. The heat building becomes almost unbearable.You could feel your wetness pooling uncomfortably in your panties. The clothing feels too tight against your now sensitive skin. You attempt to rub your thighs together only for Yunho's body to stop you.

Yunho scoffed before lightly pinching your thigh. 

“Good girls don't whine. Use your words.”

“Touch me, my pussy, please, Yunho. Just please–” You beg, bucking your hips again. 

“Good girl.” He mumbled as he kisses the inside of your thigh, hooking his fingers into your panties and slowly pulling them down. A soft moan escaping your lips as the restrictive material peels away from your body.

Moving your legs over his shoulders, he lifts you to exactly where he wants you. Your weight fully against him and his door.

“So wet, and all for me. Always wonder how’d you taste–how’d you sound.” He speaks, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. He then dives into your core, wide tongue pressing flat against you causing your head to fall back again.

Your hand finds his hair as moans pour out of your chest. Yunho groans, sending vibrations straight to your core. You clench around nothing as his tongue circles your clit.

“So sweet, perfect little pussy.” He mumbles, pulling away only a moment before reattaching his lips to suck your clit into his mouth. One hand reaches around to part your lips. All while the other toys with your entrance, rubbing a teasing circle around it before sinking in a finger knuckle deep. 

He thrusts in a few times before having a second join. Starting a scissoring motion, you feel the delicious pain of a stretch join your pleasure. All while he continues to lap and suck at your clit, abusing the tiny nub.

“Yunho!” You moan, fingers digging into his scalp, causing him to groan.

“Eyes on me, baby girl.” He speaks, pulling his mouth away for a moment. Voice deep and rough as his thumb quickly takes the vacant spot his mouth left. You struggled to move your head to follow his command, eyes meeting his once more. “You don't cum until I say so, got it?”

His question goes unanswered as a sudden rough thrust and curl of his fingers causes your head to lull back as you moan.

A moment later his hand stops as he pulls his fingers away. A whine involuntarily escapes your mouth as your hips attempt to chase his fingers. 

“And here I thought you could be good for me, but you can't even answer a simple question.” He speaks, carefully setting your legs down. After making sure you were good to stand on your weakened legs, he rises to his feet. The coldness of the room is more apparent as his heat leaves you.

“On the bed, hands and knees.” He orders, moving away from you.

You hesitate only a moment before moving toward the bed. You crawl onto the sheets, glancing over your shoulder when you hear the sound of his belt coming undone. 

His shirt was removed and you stared at his defined chest for a moment. Catching your eyes, Yunho smirks as he pulls his belt free from the loops. Chucking it to the side of the room, he makes to undo his pants. 

“Eyes forward.”

At the command, you whip your head back not wanting to fan the flames anymore. Curiosity dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick, but you refused to accept it. You took a deep breath attempting to calm the pounding in your chest as you hear him shuffle closer to the bed. You feel the mattress shift as he leans on it. His hand skims over the skin of your ass as he sharply inhales. 

“So beautiful.” He mumbled as he raised his hand and brought it back down with a sharp smack. “Count for me.” He orders, rubbing the now sore spot. 

“One.” Your voice already having a slight shake in it causing him to chuckle. 

“Think you can handle ten?” 

“Yes, sir.” The title slipped out easily causing more heat to rise on your face and ears. You speak without hesitation, but when the next slap doesn't come you start to wonder if your really can handle–

SLAP! He groans as he brings his hand down on the other cheek.

“Two.”

Pleasure mixes with pain as he continues at a steady pace. Each new slap brings a new wave of pleasure directly to your core. Wetness pools and spreads down your thighs. Moans mixing in with your counting as you collapse to your elbows. Tears threatened to fall from the corners of your eyes as you hide your head in his pillows. The coolness of his sheets, a nice contrast to the heat of your raw skin.

“Ten.” You sobbed into the pillow after the final blow.” 

“What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.” He taunted, rubbing your sore skin to ease some of the pain. 

“Ten!” You cried louder, lifting your head to look at him. He was smirking as he met your eyes. 

“Look at you, so desperate.” he spoke as his hands spread you apart. “All wet and dripping for me. I think you liked your punishment, didn't you?” His fingers dip to collect some of your arousal, before moving them to your mouth. 

“Suck.” 

Your mouth opens automatically, welcoming his fingers. You lap at the digits, moaning at your own taste, before wrapping your lips fully around them. You trail your eyes up to his as you begin to suck. There's a fire in his eyes you'd never seen before. The dark chocolate hardening right in front of you.

The intensity turns you on in a way you didn't think possible. 

“Think you can handle my cock now?” He asks as he removes his fingers slowly from your warm cavern.

“Yes, please! Yunho, please give it to me. Just fuck me, ple–”

Your words were cut off by a moan as you felt the head of his cock slowly ease its way into you. He was much larger than you were used to. The stretch burning as you tried to subconsciously pull away. 

His hands quickly stop you, gripping your hips, keeping you in place.

“Where you going? I thought this was what you wanted? Can my baby girl not handle it? Is my dick too big for you?” He taunts as he continues to push. 

“It’s too much–too big. Yunho, I can't.” 

“You can. My baby girl was made for me. Squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I'm almost there. Gonna feel so good, baby. Just relax and take it–take me.” 

Yunho mumbled as he continued to push. You could feel the veins and pulse of his cock as it sunk in deeper. Every time you thought he was done, it just kept going. A slow stretch that continued until you felt him hit your cervix. It was a delicious burn that had you clenching your eyes shut. Tears threatening to spill from them. His hips becoming flush with yours.

He leaned over, putting his weight gently on your back. He placed a couple kisses on your shoulder before leaning up to your ear. 

“So tight and perfect. Made just for me.” He spoke in a deep whisper. The words cause you to clench. A soft moan leaving your lips. He groans as he leans back, hands rubbing your hips. Your breath slowly became even as the pain gave way to a pure bliss as your eyes fluttered open once again.

“Yunho, move, please.” You begged, glancing over your shoulder to see a slight smirk on his face. 

Gripping your hips, he pulled back until only his tip remained before thrusting sharply back in with a snap of his hips. The pace he set was brutal as it shook the bed, headboard banging into the wall from the intensity of each thrust. Bruises would form where his fingers dug in.

Your hands dug into his pillow and sheets. Trying to ground yourself in the intense raw pleasure coursing through your body. Like a large wave dangerously crashing on a beach.

Moans tumbled from your mouth. Cries of his name and curses mixing together in a beautiful cacophony. Yunho’s grunts and groans sending jolts straight to your core. 

He then leaned over once more. A hand slid between your legs to find the bundle of nerves that would bring you even closer to the edge. The other holds his weight beside you, as to not crush you beneath him fully.

“Yunho, please!” 

“Please, what? What does my girl need?” 

“Let me cum, please.” You sobbed, burying your head in his pillow once again. 

His lips brushed your ear, hips barely slowing in their thrusts. 

“Cum for me.” He growled, sending you straight over. 

Feeling you clench, Yunho slowed for only a moment. Removing the hand from your clit to rub soothing circles into your hip. He groans deeply in your ear before continuing the brutal pace he originally set. 

“Yu-Yunho! It’s too much!” You spoke, one of your hands moving toward his body to push him away.

“Too much? But we just got started, baby. You can handle it. You can always use your safeword if you need me to stop. But you can give me one more, right? My good girl can give me another.” He spoke in your ear before attaching his lips to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin there. 

Venom danced around in your head only for a moment, as pleasure began to pool in your core once again. The word at the tip of your tongue as the flames of pleasure threatened to burn you.

Moans tumbled from you as your senses became overwhelmed. The drag of him lighting your nerve ends on fire, a burning pleasure consuming everything. Your thoughts go mush as you push back against him, chasing every thrust as he pulls back. 

He then wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you up so your back meets his chest. Brutal thrusts not stopping as he chuckles darkly in your ear. 

“Yeah, that's what you need, huh? Someone to be rough and treat you like the little slut you are?” He growls and you can feel yourself clench even harder. 

The finger on your clit returns, rubbing faster and harder on the abused nerve. Waves of pleasure wash over you as your hands grip onto Yunho’s arms. 

“Look at you, so beautiful like this. No thoughts, just cock drunk on my dick. Sucking me in so good. Never wanna leave this perfect pussy.” 

Yunho’s thrusts become erratic as he continues to ramble. You can feel him pulsing against your sensitive walls as he hones in on his own release. 

“Where do you want me, baby?” 

You struggle to find your voice for a moment “Inside!” You finally cry out. “I n-need it in-inside.” 

“Yeah?” He chuckles at your struggle. “Want me to breed you like a bitch in heat?” You couldn’t stop the moan at his words from tumbling out. 

“Of course you do. I knew you’d like that. Cum for me baby. I’ll give you what you need, but you gotta cum first.” He ordered snapping the coil to your release once again. A shattering feeling causing you to lose all sense of feeling for a moment. 

“That’s it, so perfect. I’m gonna–” His words get cut off by his own moan as he falls over the edge moments after you. He thrusts a couple more times, riding out your highs before slowly pulling out.

Yunho's hands moved to support you as he helps you lay down on your back. 

“You okay? Still with me?” He asks after a moment and you nod. 

“Yeah, I'm here.” Your voice is quiet, softer than normal. 

“I'm gonna grab a towel to clean you up, I'll be right back.” He explains as he makes his way off the bed. The golden retriever you were used to, returning after the night's activities bringing a familiar warmth to your heart. He leaves the room for less than five minutes, coming back with a wet towel. 

Yunho's hands are gentle as he cleans. His eyes watching your reactions and pausing when needed. He massages your legs lightly before throwing the towel in his hamper. He then joins you in the bed, carefully pulling you to his chest. 

 “Hey Yunho?” You speak after a moment.

Humming in acknowledgement, he tilts his head down to look at you. 

You grab the first bottle of liquor you see, quickly open and pour it into your cup, before looking around for something to dilute it with. Your eyes land on a bottle of orange juice, and as you reach for it you tip a bottle over. You don’t react as fast as someone else does, a red handed person quickly catches it before you have a mess to clean up. A smirk on his lips as your eyes meet his… spiderman, yunho. “My spidey senses were tingling.”

You can’t hide the smile that crosses your face. “You’re such a nerd.” You groan, as if you’re not completely weak in the knees over it. Like it didn’t make you want to grab him by the suit and kiss his lips.

“What are you supposed to be anyway?” He perks an eyebrow, and you groan. “A devil? That’s creative.” He muses.

“I threw something together at the last minute!” You defend. “Spiderman isn’t a creative costume either!”

“You don’t like my suit?” He leans against the counter, flexing his arms, posing as you roll your eyes. You try to hide the smile that crosses your lips as he starts posing more.

“It’s nice for a party store costume.” You tease, he pouts.

“I had to send in my measurements for this.” He looks down, “It’s high quality.” You giggle, not because what he’s saying is ridiculous, but because it’s cute. Because you’ve secretly loved listening to him talk about nerdy things he was into. You secretly thought it was precious, the way his eyes lit up, the way he got louder as he got more excited over what he was talking about. “It’s just like from the Amazing Spider-Man movies!”

You play it cool, “Ah… you’re saying nerd things again.” You tease and he smirks. “Very cool, Yunho.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He counters and you almost choke on your drink. He raises his eyebrows at your lack of response.

“If that helps you sleep better at night...” You muster a weak response and he senses it, his smirk grows, he’s got you. He steps a step closer, the room between you shrinking, his big eyes, reading you. Your body flushes hot, your heart nearly pounds out of your chest.

“If I catch you staring at me again, I might have to actually do something about it.” The words leave his lips in a smooth and relaxed way. His teeth rake over his bottom lip, and though your eyes drop to his lips, you quickly pull them back to his watching eyes. He sees it, he doesn’t mention it. Just smirks like he knows something you don’t.

You scoff, mock offended, narrowing your eyes, “I was not staring at you. You’re loud. You and Wooyoung are loud together.” You lie. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Mhm…” He counters, echoing your own words, “If it helps you sleep better at night.” A clear taunt.

You scoff again, stepping closer, glaring up at him. “No one is staring at you, I was just trying to figure out how that mask fit on your extremely large head.”

He lets out a breathy laugh, “I’m good at slipping into tight places.” His words not only shut you up, worse, they make you almost collapse. He reads it, he bites his bottom lip again, the same shit-eating-grin spread across his face. Then, he brushes past you. “I’m giving you one last chance.” He calls back without turning around.

You feel like you’re going to vomit.

You didn’t want to admit it. For months you and Yunho had gone back and forth, bantering at every encounter. Including when he’d message you on instagram about something you’d post. Sometimes he’d send you videos, sometimes they were actually funny. They were usually, at the very least, interesting. You wouldn’t say it outloud, but had a massive crush on him, it was hard not to. as open as he could be, he was still a mystery too. You always wondered if there were women who kept him company in between the gaming and hanging out with the friend group. Or even one woman that had his attention, you were always too afraid to ask.

“If you two don’t at least kiss during this party, I’m suing you both for emotional damages.” Wooyoung’s voice sounds behind you, and you quickly turn to him glaring as he, yeosang, and your best friend stand giggling. Probably watching the whole thing.

“Shut up!” You snap, grabbing another drink and heading back to the party going on in the other room.

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A little later people are dancing in the middle of the apartment when you find Yunho again. For most of the night you couldn’t stop finding him. It was hard to miss him with the height. He didn’t seem to notice. This time when you found him he was dancing with someone, another girl. You felt a lump expand in your throat, your chest lighting on fire as you watched her dance against him, in that stupid spiderman suit. You hated that you immediately wanted to storm over and rip her away from him. That was ridiculous. He wasn’t yours after all, but now it was more clear what you wanted. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just the way you reacted to him, but you wanted him to see you. To catch you watching him dance with her.

Then, his eyes find you, and they stay on you. That stupid smirk on his lips. He pulls her closer, pressing her against him as they move to the beat of the song playing. She smiles, you don’t, and you don’t break eye contact with Yunho. You don’t hide it, you don’t play it off with a smile. You just glare, biting your inner cheek, lips pressing into a hard line.

You watch, your heart beating faster as the girl spun toward him, wrapping her arms around those broad shoulders, pulling him against her as they moved. He still didn’t take his eyes off you. You weigh your options, you feel possessive, you want to tear him away, but you can’t. That’s silly. Then you see your second option. Mingi stood off to the side, moving to the music with a smile on his face. You broke eye contact and made your way to Mingi, and he smiled when he saw you approach. He invites you to move toward him. He was truly innocent so when you started to dance with him, he just played along. You turn away from him, moving back toward him, shaking your hips to the beat letting Mingi move into you, rolling his hips to meet yours. His hands on your waist as you danced against him.

You don’t find Yunho at first, but you can feel it. His gaze on you, his eyes watching as you moved. You can feel it like heat directly from the sun and when you finally find his eyes, they’re still fixed on you. He doesn’t pull away, he doesn’t try to hide it, no he lets you know he sees you. Mingi whispers something in your ear. You really couldn’t hear him, but you laugh anyway, leaning further into the big man behind you. Resting against him as the two of you moved to the music.

That’s when it happens. Yunho loses. He breaks. He swallows hard, before brushing past the girl, without a word. She looks confused as he walks away, moving through the group of people, making his way toward you and Mingi.

“I need to talk to you.” Yunho leans into your ear to say and you giggle as Mingi gets the hint immediately.

“See you later.” Mingi grins before heading off.

“So talk.” You fold your arms and he shakes his head.

“Not here.” He tilts his head away toward the direction he wants to take you. You debate on playing coy, fighting against him, anything to make it harder on him. “Now. Let’s go.” His voice sterns and you purse back a smile as he turns away to lead the way.

Your heart is beating in your chest so hard you feel like you can hear it over the loud music. You ignore the look from your friends when he leads you down the hall farther from the people and music. He opens a door and you follow behind the music and chatter muffled immediately as you close the door.

You lean against the door, arms folded, you remind yourself to keep it cool. “Go on…” You sigh, “What did you need to—“

“Were you that jealous?” He asks, turning back to face you, “You had to go dance with my best friend?” His voice is even and calm, something about it making your stomach flutter. The way he’s looking at you, like it’s a test, like he’s sizing you up to pass or fail.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “I wasn’t jealous… were you? I was just dancing with a friend.”

“Sure.” He rolls his eyes, his tongue pressing into his cheek, jaw setting. “Are we still playing this game?”

“What game?”

“The one where you pretend I annoy you and I pretend like I don’t like it.” Your lips pull up, your jaw opening as if to say something, no words come up, he chuckles at his observation. He moves closer, hovering over you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, and smell his cologne. The same cologne you had stuck in your head anytime you brushed by him or sat by him. Something expensive, and it stuck to you. “So do you still want to play or are you ready to be honest?”

“You do annoy me.” You respond in a quiet voice, your eyes locked into his, he lets out a breath a quick laugh at your persistence, “I hate you, actually.” You can’t even stop the way you smirk up at him, “I’m sure you like it though.”

“Mmhm.” He hums, “I love it when you say that.” You want to melt onto the floor, realizing how much closer his body got, the heat of him palpable now. One of his hands, covered by the material of his suit, the feeling of fabric and something cold and rubbery from the web sewn onto it presses into the bottom of your chin. His gloved thumb sweeps over your bottom lip, and you can’t stop from trembling then. “Anything else, smart mouth?”

“You’re annoying.” You breathe.

He chuckles again, “I love it when you say that too.” His voice is deeper now, the words roll off his tongue and you anticipate his next movements. “I told you if you kept staring at me I’d have to do something about it.”

“So, do something about it.” You urge.

He closes the gap, leaning down and into your lips with his own. It’s slow, testing the waters, seeing how you responded. It takes your breath away, your chest rising and falling faster as your heart speeds up. Your hands reach for him, finding that suit, your palms moving up the front of it. Every ridge under your touch, his own chest mimicking yours. Your hands can feel his body under the fabric, warm skin, toned muscles, broad shoulders. He deepens the kiss, pressing into you further, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your tongue meets his. He tastes like dark liquor, and something minty, maybe gum? He was good at this, you thought, even with chapped lips it was a good kiss. One that left you craving more when he pulled away too quickly for your liking. A whine leaves you as his lips do, but he doesn’t go far, just back enough to look at you.

“That’s it?” You smirk, taunting him with your head tilting to one side, he rolls his eyes and lets a short laugh pass before he pulls you closer to him. This time he’s more confident in his kiss, his hands come up your back one finding the nape of your neck and wrapping around to hold you in place when he pushes into you. He’s so big you’re caged in by his body, and you can’t stop your hands from moving down his shoulders and chest. His lips travel down your jaw and to your neck where you tilt your head to the side and let him place his lips there. You hold back a whimper when he uses his tongue to press into your skin, his teeth gently sink into the same spot. Your fingers curl into the suit now your body melting into the door behind you as he repeats the steps, this time pulling a sound from you with ease.

“That’s it.” He hums, “Let me hear you.” You giggle, your head falling back onto the door as he sucks and nips at your skin, you bite your bottom lip, muffle another sound and he snaps his attention up. “All that mouth and you don’t wanna use it now?” You giggle, pushing him back though his lips still manage to peck into yours.

“Maybe you’re not doing anything worthy of a sound.” You muse, and he cocks a brow, his tongue once again pressing into his cheek. He takes this as a challenge, you feel it when he pulls you back with him. He kisses your lips again, this time more tongue, his teeth pulling your bottom lip into his mouth as he turns and sits you on his bed. You bite your lip and his eyes lock into yours as he slowly sinks onto his knees in front of you.

“Let’s see how long you keep that attitude.” He purrs, and your skin heats up as his big hands reach for your thighs, “May I?” he asks, and you nod as his gloved hands run up your thighs, spreading your legs for him. You can feel the ridges of the suit, the fabric again, even over the fishnet tights you wore. His eyes stay on you the entire time, watching to make sure you were still into it. You couldn’t hold back the feeling of butterflies when wrapped his palms around you and pulled you closer to him. He pushed your little red dress up to your hips and growled at the red underwear you had on underneath. A giggle escaped your lips as he reached the waistband of the fishnets first, peeling them down your legs. When he gets them off you his lips find the skin on your legs, up to your kneecaps, and then up your thighs. You hold back any sound, though your heart is pounding in your ears and your breathing is getting heavier as his lips press into your skin.

His eyes look darker than you’ve seen them, still big and watching as you wet your own lips with your tongue, waiting for him to finally find your wet and aching center. It’s like he can read your mind when he switches to your other thigh doing the same, nipping, kissing, and biting your sensitive skin. You almost break, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, not yet. So he pushes further, his hands coming up to pull at waistband of your underwear, finally peeling them off you, biting his lip at the sight of you, making you blush as pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, his gloved hands wrapping back around your thighs, pulling you further apart. His eyes stay on you, while his mouth is kissing up your inner thighs until his lips ghost over your slick pussy. “So wet for me…” He hums, “Are you sure you hate me?”

“Yes.” You hum, “You annoy me.”

“Mm.” He hums, before he dips down and slips his tongue into you without hesitation. He groans, as his tongue works its way through your arousal up to your clit, you shudder a gasp leaving your lips. His eyes flash to you as he laps his tongue over your clit, moaning into you, his gloved fingers digging into your thighs as you attempt to pull them together. Then it happens, you can’t hold it back, a whimper.

“Fuck.” You whine, as he swirls his tongue, flattening it out against your clit. Slowly he laps at it before sucking and he moans again. The vibration from him adds to the pleasure you feel. Your head falling back onto the bed beneath you as he continues to lick and suck on your clit. You grasp the sheets beneath you as he dips lower, using his tongue to fuck you. A moan spills from you this time, as your stomach tightens and your hips buck up toward him. He chuckles when he slips his tongue back up to your clit. “Fuck… Yunho.” You whimper.

“There’s that mouth.” He hums in between lapping over your clit again, your knees gravitate toward each other but he pulls your legs apart harder, “Look at me.” His tongue rolls against your clit as you shudder and whimper, you attempt to push yourself up but he sucks on you and it makes your head spin. “I said, look at me.” His voice is deep, commanding, you push yourself up to look down at him. His tongue is already rolling against your clit as he looks up at you. Your hand reaches for his hair and curls into it as he begins to devour you more. Like he’s starving and you’re his last meal on earth.

Your stomach clenches as your orgasm starts to simmer, and you watch as he rolls his eyes back and enjoys you. The grip on his hair fluctuates between you gripping and pulling, to your nails raking across his scalp. It seems to encourage him more as you whimper and moan and say his name like a prayer. His grip on your thighs tightens, the pressure and slight pain mixing perfectly with the amount of pleasure. Your legs started to shake. Yunho can feel how close you are. It lights the fire in him, the way you’re coming undone, all because of his mouth and tongue. He doesn’t let up. He works for it, slurps and sucks, and growls as he devours you. He knows it’s coming when your thighs start to pull together, legs shaking as you start to curse at him.

“That’s it, cum for me.” He purrs and he latches onto your clit. He moans, the extra vibration sending you over the edge. Your breathing uneven as you whimper and sob. When your orgasm finally starts to fully wash over you, you can’t stop the way your thighs close around his head. Your body tensing as you shake and gasp for air. You start to push him away, though failing, and you sing his name. Your grip on his hair tightening as you tremble and your eyes clench shut. He doesn’t stop, even though you’re sensitive and whimpering. He’s stil growling and moaning as his tongue laps through every drop of arousal.

“P-please.” You sputter, your voice weak and whiney. He only chuckles.

“Mmm… are you sure? One more?” He asks and you don’t have an answer. Part of you is interested to see if he can manage one more… the other part of you thinks you might pass out. Your breathing starts to slow as he pulls away. “You taste better than I even imagined.”

“Are you sure?” You smirk, “That you can even make me cum again?” He raises his eyebrows, his lips pressing into a fine line.

“Let me show you.” He hums, and he starts to take off the suit just to free his hands, and he hovers back over you, “Open.” He instructs, and you sigh but listen to him, your mouth falling open. “Who knew you could be compliant.” He hums, and he brings up a bare hand to your mouth, long fingers slinging in over your tongue. You don’t need instructions to suck on his fingers, and you even moan to send the message home. He bites his bottom lip as he watches you, your eyes staying locked on his as you suck on his fingers. His jaw setting as his breath hitches audibly. He pulls them from your lips before dropping back between your thighs. This time he presses your legs up, folding you in half a gasp leaving your lips as his mouth already makes it way back down to your heat.

“Fuck…” You moan, and he chuckles when he barely touches you and you shudder. Still sensitive you whimper when his tongue laps from entrance up to your clit and then he adds fingers. The same you were just sucking on. You gasp as he slips into you easily, from the first orgasm soaking you. Then he curls his fingers while inside of you, tearing a moan from you when he easily finds that spot deep inside of you. “Yunho!” You cry, and he chuckles as he starts to lap at your clit again. You clench around him, pin down beneath him, folded in half like a pretzel. You can’t move, but your legs already shake. You grip the bed beneath you as he starts to pump his long fingers in and out of you. Spreading you open as you start to cream around his fingers.

“You taste so good.” He groans, “I can do this for hours.”

You can’t respond, your eyes are already clenching shut. You can already feel your second orgasm making your stomach clench. He moans as he latches around your clit again. The addition of his fingers pumping in and out of you is dizzying. Your breathing labored again as he works just as hard as the first time. His tongue, his mouth, his fingers, all working together to unravel you. You can only say one thing, his name. “Yunho…” You whine, “god…” He gets a good chuckle at that, never slowing his pace, his mouth still working you. Even after his last meal he’s acting starved. He slurps and sucks and uses his tongue as he curls his fingers and starts to pull another orgasm from you.

Your breath hitches loudly as you feel everything start to build up at once. Your eyes can’t help but clench, mirroring your walls around his fingers. Your entire body burns hot and shudders as you gasp and pant for air, whimpering, and crying. You soak his fingers even as he pulls them from you, and his chin and he doesn’t move his mouth away. He’s growing and groaning and trusting to lap you up like he’s thirsty. Your vision blurs, you can’t stop shaking, and you can’t do anything but repeat his name over and over again as he finally lets your back rest on the bed.

When he pulls away, you feel him move beside you on the bed. You can’t do anything but reach for him and he chuckles, his hand moving down your warm skin. You whimper when you feel his fingers dip low, just feeling how much of a mess you made. You grab at his wrist but make no real attempt to stop him. Tremors still make you shake when you finally open your eyes, and find he’s smiling. His lips and chin are shiny with your arousal. He looks pleased with himself.

“You okay?” He asks, it feels like a taunt and you pout. You still can’t find the words yet. Yunho moves in to kiss you, and you moan into his mouth when you can taste yourself. His hand comes up to your face, his hand holding you in place moving down your chest. “Do I still annoy you?” He asks, his lips hovering over yours, his palm smoothing up to feel more of you, your breasts, your chest, your throat. You nod a giggle leaving your lips as his fingers move against your throat. Your breathing hitches audible and it makes him smirk.

“I hate you.” You breathe, but you smile, your hand moving up his chest and then back down. He still had the bottom of that suit on, your palm smoothing over the fabric. You wanted to see what was underneath, especially the hard bulge nudging against your palm. He was hard, painfully so. Your hand smooths over and he hisses as you stroke him. His jaw falls open as you kiss his chin and and down his jaw. “Get the rest of the suit off before you ruin it.” You chuckle, “Nerd.”

He chuckles too, “I don’t usually take orders but this one I agree with.” He giggles, pushing himself up and you sit up and watch as he starts to peel the suit down. You can’t keep your eyes off him. You were so used to him wearing hoodies and jackets, mostly covered. He was beautiful, even skin, a beauty mark here and there, his “chocolate chips” he liked to call them. When your eyes meet his, he’s biting his tongue sticking out, really cocky. He had more than enough reason to be. His erection springs free as he gets his suit off and your mouth waters, your body warms.

You push yourself up before he can make his way toward you. Your legs feel like jello but you don’t need to stand for long. You look up at him, your palms pressing into the warmth of his pretty soft skin, your fingers lingering as he watches you. You kiss his chest and push yourself up to meet his lips, a sigh slipping into your mouth as your hand wraps around his length. His hand comes up to your throat, you can tell he’s hesitating so you tilt your chin up giving him the okay. His fingers slowly wrap around your throat as he kisses you harder.

You stroke his erection as his grip around your throat tightens, not cutting off air but just letting you feel some pressure. You knew he was big, you’ve seen him wear gray sweatpants. You’ve watched as he moved with those sweatpants on. You could tell he was big, heavy, and when you finally hold him in your palm it’s confirmed. You can feel precum leaking from him and he pulls away. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do.” He murmured against your lips, his hand beginning to guide you down on your knees in front of him. You keep your eyes on his as his hand guides you. Your hands find his thighs to steady you and you both lock eyes when your on the floor beneath his tall and broad frame.

With one hand he holds his erection, slowly stroking it while his other hand stays on the side of your head, his fingers raking through your hair. It's soothing and you warm into it

“Open.” He says, and you do, letting your tongue drop out as he taps your tongue with his tip. His teeth draw his bottom lip in as he just presses his tip against your tongue. You know what to do next, but you like that he’s in control. His hand guides you forward and you take him into your mouth, just the tip first. Your tongue swirls around him, and you moan at the precum on your tongue. He doesn’t give you time to play, he guides you onto him further. You wrap your lips around him and bob your head as you watch him whimper above you. You hollow your cheeks and suck loudly moaning around his shaft. “That’s… good.” He whimpers, and you take him further into your mouth as he watches you.

You bob and suck around him, your tongue running against the underside of his cock. You keep your eyes on his as he moans, his fingers curling into your hair and holding on firmly. His breathing is heavy, labored, and unsteady as you take him back further than before. He holds you there as you attempt to pull back. You moan around him, saliva filling your mouth as you gag but you don’t dare move. You want to make him cum, you want to hear him moan more, so you gulp while you're still around him. “Fuck…” He growls, his mouth falling open again. His eyes rolling as his head drops back, and then he lets you up. You pull off him, catching your breath, as you drool slowly down your chin. His hand rubs over your head, like he’s petting you, a fire igniting in your chest to please him.

You take him back again, easier this time. You don’t need him to guide you, now you want to work for it. Your mouth stretches and your eyes water as he reaches the back of your throat. You moan around him. You gag but don’t move, and his hand becomes firm again keeping you down on him. “You look so pretty like this…” He groans, his fingers coming to the side of your cheek, his fingers tapping against your skin as you sucked on him. It makes him shudder, “God, baby, not one ounce of attitude now, huh?”

Your response is a moan around him and the vibration makes his knees weak as he whines, his deep voice getting higher as you bob the best you can with how far back he is in your throat. He slowly pulls you off him half way, but pulls you back until you’re gagging again. His eyes narrow on you, and you keep your teary eyes up at him. He groans as he slowly thrusts into your mouth. “You like that? Don’t you?” You moan around him again, unable to respond with a full mouth. Your jaw aches, your brain is a little fuzzy, but you don’t pull away. You enjoy it, until he’s the one pulling you back off him. Even then you suck off him with an audible pop and he groans again. He wipes the spit and drool on your chin and bends down to kiss you sloppily, all tongue, wet. Nasty. It only makes you both moan as he pulls away and pushes you back toward him.

You brace yourself for the final stretch, as he sinks back into your throat again. You moan and suck around him bobbing your head and letting yourself get even sloppier. You can feel him starting to tremble and when your eyes meet his, he lets out a strangled moan. You swallow him back completely, your eyes watering as you gag around him and this time he doesn’t need to hold you there. You do it yourself and you swallow and moan as tears drip down your cheeks. You squeeze your thighs together, to give yourself relief, and he growls your name as he trembles more than before. You can feel his cock twitch as you pull back just a little, before swallowing him again and letting your throat contract around him.

You pull back so you don’t choke as he breaks, his cum spilling down your throat as you keep your glassy eyes looking up at him. He looks like he’s crying as he releases with a whimpering moan, his eyes clenching shut, his brows furrowed, his lips pouty as his body clenched and then shook. You don’t move off him until he’s gasping and whining. You swallow every drop, and keep your mouth around him. He gasps and shakes as you continue sucking even when he’s empty.

He pulls you off him and you smile into the kiss he manages to get on your lips. He gets you back toward the bed, his hands are all over you. Finally reaching for your dress and pulling it up and over your head, his eyes taking you in. For a moment you almost cover up, but he reaches for you and groans into your mouth as he’s kissing you again. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs in between kissing you. One of his hands dips low and between your thighs making you gasp as he hand cups your soaking pussy. “So wet still.” He hums, “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” You respond without hesitation, as two of his fingers dip inside of you, pulling a whimper from your mouth as you part your legs for him.

“My fingers? My mouth?” He urges, he wants to hear you say it. Craves it.

“I need you inside of me.” You moan, “I want you to fuck me.” He growls into your mouth, turning you away from him, bending you over. “W-Wait.” You pause, and he stops immediately concerned. “Put the mask on.” You breathe and he chuckles, “Please.”

“Fuck… I love the way your brain works…” He groans. You bite your bottom lip and watch as he reaches for it, slowly fitting it over his head until he doesn’t resemble Yunho anymore. You smirk as he approaches and turns you back toward the bed. His hands guide you up and onto the mattress, his hands gently running over your skin down your hips over your ass, his hands caressing each cheek spreading you open for him as you arch your back for him. You turn your head so you can watch as he holds his fresh erection in his hand, stroking it. You can hear a muffled groan beneath the mask as he runs the tip of his cock through your wet folds. Your breath catches as he finally starts to sink into you.

“That’s it… breathe for me… take it all.” You hear him purr through the mask, your body tensing at the sudden stretch and weight of him. You’re determined to take him, fully, and your mouth falls open when he slowly pulls back but presses forward harder. “So fucking perfect.” He moans, when he’s only halfway there. His voice strained as pulls back again. The next time he presses forward completely. A strangled moan leaving your throat as he bottoms out. Your head falls back, your hands clutch the bedsheets beneath you as he lets you just feel all of him. “Told you… I can fit in tight spaces.” He breathes and you can’t respond with words. You’re so full of him you can almost taste him again. Your breathing is labored and you can’t stop the sounds falling from your lips.

“Yunho…” You whine, “Please…”

“What’s that?” he leans forward, one of his palms moving from your lower back, pressing firmly up your spine as you whimper at the pressure of him so deep inside of you. Your brain is already fuzzy, your walls clench around him like you’re trying to keep him there. “What’s wrong? So full of my cock you can’t speak?” He taunts and you only prove him right when you can only manage a whimpering moan. His hand stops at the nape of your neck, wrapping around and pressing there as his other hand holds onto your waist. You can’t look at him now, but you just know he’s smirking. Then, he starts to move.

He rolls his hips into you, a steady, and firm pace. He easily holds you down in place as he moves, languid and direct. You can’t think straight and with every steady stroke you’re becoming less in control of your own body. The sounds leaving your mouth are a mix of breathy whimpers and deep guttural moans. He sounds similar, though muffled. He moans deeper, growls, throws his head back as he feels you clench around him. The sound your pussy makes with every stroke only encourages him to keep pounding you into the mattress even harder. Your body shudders forward with the pace picking up. “Don’t run from it…” he growls, as if you can control it, slamming into you harder, taking your breath away. You clutch the sheets beneath you, drooling onto the bed as he moves relentlessly. You think he’s going to finish you off like this, at his mercy, bent over face buried into the mattress as he holds you in place.

“Fuck… I need to see your face…” He groans, “Need to see how much my cock makes you cry.” He doesn’t give you the second to move before he’s pulled completely out of you, turning you over, climbing onto the bed and spreading your legs. The sight of him with just the mask on makes your stomach erupt with butterflies as lines himself back up with you, and rolls his hips until you can feel him in your throat again. Another gasp escaping both of your lips. Your legs hook around his waist as he pushes forward until his body weight is pinning you beneath him. The ceiling above you disappeared behind broad shoulders and that spiderman mask, your eyes rolling as he pulled out and slammed back into you. “Look at me.” His voice growls behind the fabric and you do, without hesitation. “I need to watch you fall apart on my cock.”

Though you can’t see him you try to find his eyes and stay there while he starts to pound into you again. Harder than before, the tempo rising just enough to make you breathe heavier, his own growls making your stomach flutter as it tightens. You gasp and paint, “Oh… my… go-ah.” You moan, “Yu— Yunho.” you cry, real tears stinging your eyes as he gasps and groans. His head rolled back before the eyes of the mask landed back on you.

You’d thought about Yunho in bed a million times, but reality was better than that. You could feel how deep he was, hitting that spot with every thrust, finding your cervix too easily as tears poured down your eyes. You expected something softer, maybe. He was a real life golden retriever in a human’s body… but this Yunho was something else. You reach for his shoulders needing something to ground you and end up digging your nails into his skin as he picks up the pace. He’s breathing heavily growling through the fabric as he rolls into you in a perfect rhythm. Your body jerks and you start to shake beneath him, as he bares down and angles himself to go somehow deeper.

“Yu… you’re so…” You try to speak but your words melt into inaudible sounds. You hear him chuckle, and like before he’s fueled to make you lose your mind. He pauses his thrusts to readjust you. You’re pliant and he easily gets your legs up, and over his shoulders. Your brain is already short circuiting as you watch his body move to this new position.

“So what…?” He asks, playing innocent. When he slams his hips back into you, it makes you yelp. He moves slow, but rolls his hips back into you, hard. It takes your breath away, and you feel like you’re going to cum faster than expected. You open your mouth to speak, your bottom lip trembling as he presses himself back onto you, the mask just a few inches from your face. You can guess that he’s smirking, proud of himself for having you folded in half for him, unable to think let alone speak, your eyes struggling to stay open as your brows furrow at the pressure. So he pulls back slowly and slams back into you again. “C’mon, where’s that bratty mouth I’m used to?” He hums.

You don’t have an answer.

He chuckles before starting back up his pace from before, and it’s too easy from there. You can feel him twitch, feel the rhythm breaking from controlled to reckless and sloppy. He’s panting and groaning and your legs start to shake again. Your nails dig into his warm and soft skin on his shoulders, raking down his arms as he mumbles curses, his masked head falls back. You feel him filling you, and it pulls you closer to your orgasm. He knows it, and as you clench around him as he reaches for his mask, pulling it off to reveal his face. Beautiful, a flushed shade of red, a sheet of sweat, his black hair a mess now. He looks fucking beautiful and he breathes heavily as he fucks his cum into you. He pulls back to reach between you his fingers finding your clit and rolling his fingertips over the bundle of nerves. It easily sends you over, your moans turning into choked sobs as you gush around his cock still buried in you. Your knees pulling together around his waist as you shake harder than before.

“That’s it baby.” He coos, sweeter than before, “Let it out.” You melt into the mattress beneath you as he finally gives you a moment to breathe pulling his hand away from your clit and pulling himself from you carefully. Both of you gasping and whimpering as he moves next to you onto the bed. He pulls you toward him, and you warm into him as he kisses your forehead with a content hum.

“Just so you know…” You breathe pushing yourself up first, “You still annoy me…. And Wooyoung is going to have a field day if he sees us leave this room together.” He chuckles melting into the mattress beside you. You both lay there quietly for a few minutes, the room quiet, the music muffled from the party seeping through the walls again. You’d forgotten all about it, unable to hear it while moaning your head off. He pushes his head to yours, dancing his long fingers across your skin as you both just breathe.

“Do you… think I can annoy you more on a date?” He asks quietly after a bit of silence between you two. You smirk and nod.

“Yeah I think that’d be okay.” You giggle. Elated that it would be more than just a one night thing.

He helps clean you up, and you slowly realize you’d been in his room the whole time. The two of you trying to make it look like you guys were just talking… anyone that even walked by that room would know otherwise. The way you’re walking funny makes your friends raise their eyebrows as you and Yunho both down bottles of water, giggling like you both had a secret. It may have felt like one to you, but all of your friends knew better.

For the rest of the night you’re leaning into Yunho’s side, his red, fabric covered hands never leaving you.

the place is off of 23rd street. some joint your friend recommended after hearing you complain about your failed talking stages for the hundredth time. said something about “being in the know.”

security was strict and the sign up process was pretty in-depth, which kind of eased your nerves about who was allowed to participate. 

the woman at the front helps you kindly, sensing your confusion. but when you walk past the desk, it is nothing like you imagined. though you adhere to the theme, you stick out like a sore thumb, easily being the most modestly dressed person in the building.

the theme is lace. you wore a black lace lingerie set that you had fantasized about wearing too many times, and a short sheer dress to go on top.

the lounge is dimly lit, smells expensive and faintly like alcohol. people are moving around like it’s their second nature, and you choose to take a seat at the bar - something to calm your nerves.

that’s when you see them.

not that you were searching, but more because they were kind of hard to miss. it’s two men sitting in an alcove along the far wall, and a bottle of pricy champagne on ice sitting between their glasses.

the taller one notices you first. his brown hair lazily pushed back with a hint of gel, his cheeks already red from the alcohol, and dark eyes that find yours across the room without any particular urgency. he looks like he has all the time in the world and is simply deciding whether to use it on you.

he says something to the one beside him.

and then there are two pairs of eyes on you.

the second one is different. softer-looking, maybe, but there’s something behind it - something comforting in the way he tilts his head when he sees you. like he already knows you’re nervous. and that’s okay.

you look down at your drink.

this was a mistake.

but before you can talk yourself into leaving, someone is beside you.

“what’s your name?”

his voice was low. it was the second guy you had spotted. up close he’s even more disarming. he doesn’t look at you the way you expected to be looked at here. not like a transaction. 

“it’s y/n.” you share with a small smile.

“i’m seonghwa,” he says. “and that’s yunho.” a small gesture toward the alcove. yunho lifts his chin in acknowledgment, still seated, still unhurried. “first time?”

“i…uh…. yeah. first time.” the words fall out of your mouth before you even have a second to think.

“that’s good to know,” seonghwa says, and he means it simply. “we can help take care of you properly.”

he can sense your hesitation and nerves in the way you fiddle with the base of your glass.

“you don’t have to decide anything right now,” he adds. “we can just talk first.”

so you do.

seonghwa settles on a barstool next to you and orders something for himself, and tops of your glass while he’s at it. the conversation starts easier than you expected. he asks you small things. where you’re from. what you do. whether you’ve ever been to this part of the city before. just talking.

yunho joins maybe ten minutes in. doesn’t announce himself, just sits on your other side and signals the bartender with two fingers. closer up, he’s even taller than you clocked from across the room. broad shoulders, that easy flush still sitting high on his cheeks. he smells like cedar and that expensive champagne. 

“she’s funny,” seonghwa tells him, like you’re not sitting right there.

“i can hear you,” you say.

yunho’s mouth pulls at the corner. “he means it as a compliment.”

“i know how to give compliments,” seonghwa says, not even defensive about it.

“you really don’t,” yunho replies, and just like that, the two of them are bickering over your head and somehow it’s the most at ease you’ve felt since you walked through the door.

the night keeps moving on, and keeps getting easier and easier to be around them two.

at some point you stop noticing the other people in the room. stop noticing the music, or the low lighting, or the way your dress felt too modest an hour ago. the nervousness doesn’t disappear exactly, but it shifts into something else. 

yunho is watching you explain something - you’ve lost track of what - and there’s a particular kind of attention in his expression that makes it hard to finish your sentence. 

“you okay?” seonghwa asks. his voice is quieter now.

“yeah.”

he tilts his head the same way he did from across the room. “you’re not what i expected tonight.”

“is that a good thing?”

he exchanges a glance with yunho. something passes between them but you don’t entirely know what it was.

“yeah,” yunho says, answering for both of them. his eyes drop briefly - just briefly - to your mouth, and then back up. unhurried, like everything else about him. “it’s a very good thing.”

you reach for your glass and realize it’s empty. neither of them moves to fill it this time.

“we don’t have to stay out here,” seonghwa says softly. no pressure in it.

and you think about the girl who almost talked herself into leaving.

“okay.”

——-

the room they lead you to is nothing like what the word room usually conjures. it’s warm. that’s the first thing. warm and quiet in a way that feels intentionally separating you from the rest of the lounge. there’s a low amber light coming from somewhere you can’t point out, and the furniture is dark and soft-looking, and everything about it feels comforting in a sense.

you stand near the doorway for a moment.

yunho doesn’t rush you. he moves to the small counter along the wall and pours water from a glass and sets one on the table nearest to you without a word.

“you can tell us anything,” seonghwa says, moving from the doorway. “if something doesn’t feel right, you say so.”

“and we stop,” yunho adds simply. 

you nod.

“i just-” you start, and then pause, because you’re not really sure how to finish it.

“take your time,” seonghwa says.

“i haven’t done this before.” you say it to the middle distance somewhere between them. “any of it. not just - not just this. all of it.”

a beat of quiet.

yunho looks at you steadily. “we know.”

“does that change things?” you ask. and what you mean is does that make this worse. does that make me more trouble than i’m worth. does that make you look at me differently.

“it just means that we will go slow,” seonghwa confirms, coming around the side of your body to meet your eyes. “that’s all it means.”

you start to untangle inside. they can’t see it, you can definitely feel it.

yunho steps a little closer with his hand meeting your waist, and your nervousness starts to fade into something else. desire.

seonghwa’s hand comes to rest at your hip from the other side. and for the first time all night, you stop thinking about every version of yourself that almost didn’t come. 

“can i?” seonghwa’s fingers find the thin strap of your sheer dress.

you nod.

he slips it off your shoulders slowly, and it pools at your feet without a sound. and you’re standing there in the black lace you’d imagined wearing a hundred times before tonight, and it feels nothing like you thought it would. it feels better. 

yunho’s gaze studies your body slowly, and his expression immediately shifts. “you’re beautiful,” he says. and it doesn’t sound like something he’s said before. it sounds like something he’s just now figuring out.

seonghwa tilts your chin up gently with one finger, and his eyes search yours for a moment like he’s doing a last check.

“still okay?” he murmurs.

“yeah,” you say. “please…kiss me.”

his mouth curves. and then he closes the space between you, and his lips meet yours, gentle at first, like a question that already knows its answer. yunho’s hand moves to the small of your back, steadying you without pulling.

your lips melt into his, falling into a rhythm that starts to make heat pool in your body. his fingers find their way into your scalp, barely gripping to get a better angle. 

yunho’s mouth falls to the side of your neck and he presses his large frame into your back. he sucks on the sensitive spot just below your ear, leaving a purple mark in its wake.

“we will take very good care of you,” yunho whispers, dragging his lips back up to your ear. his large hands snake around your body and grip both of your breasts, making you moan into seonghwa’s mouth.

seonghwa swallows your moan and uses it as a chance to slide his tongue between your lips. he tastes sweet, addictive, and you can’t help but to want more. your tongues dance across each other in a comfortable rhythm, and his hands slide down your body, to grip your ass. 

without pulling away, you toy with the buttons on seonghwa’s shirt, undoing each one until you can pull it off his shoulders. revealing his chest, it was perfectly defined, along with deliciously toned biceps.

your fingers trace the smooth lines of his body, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palms as you push the shirt completely off. he shrugs it away without breaking the kiss, his tongue diving deeper into your mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matches the growing ache between your thighs.

yunho's grip on your breasts tightens just enough to send sparks through your body, his thumbs circling your hardening nipples through the fabric of your bra. he nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "that's it, let us hear you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, vibrating against your neck.

breaking away for a breath, seonghwa trails his mouth down your jaw, sucking lightly on your pulse point while his fingers work at the hem of your bra. he undoes the hooks, and yunho helps by sliding the straps down your shoulders. cool air hits your bare skin, but it's quickly replaced by the heat of their bodies surrounding you.

yunho's palms return to your now-exposed breasts, cupping them fully, his large hands engulfing you as he pinches your nipples between his fingers. the sharp pleasure makes your hips buck forward, grinding against seonghwa instinctively. he groans, his mouth moving lower to capture one of your nipples in a wet kiss, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

“these need to go,” he grazes his fingertips across the waistband of your panties, and yunho mirrors his action, sliding them down your legs in one quick motion. 

their hands return to your hips, hands roaming all over the area.

yunho's hand slips between your legs from behind, his fingers brushing your slick folds. he circles your clit slowly, making you jolt. his other arm bands around your waist to hold you steady. "our baby is so wet already.”

his fingers slide to tease the entrance of your hole, collecting the wetness. “can i put them in?” he whispers.

“mmmm yes, please go slow,” you whine.

“of course, darling,” he affirmed, sliding his middle finger in oh so slowly.

your mouth falls agape, and your head leans forward onto seonghwa’s shoulder, an instant reaction to the unfamiliar pleasure. your breathing becoming obviously heavier and more shaky. 

yunho could sense that you were feeling good and added in another finger, making sure to massage them across your most sensitive patch.

“nghh,” you muffle yourself in seonghwa’s flesh. 

yunho’s other hand wraps around your neck and pulls you away from seonghwa. “don’t hide now, we want to hear how good we are making you feel,” he growls against your ear.

seonghwa straightens up, his lips shiny from your sucking on your breasts, and starts unbuckling his belt. he pops the button on his pants and shoves them down, kicking them aside. his cock strains against the fabric of his boxers, a clear outline of its thick length pressing forward. he palms himself through the material, stroking once as he watches you.

yunho follows suit, removing his fingers, making you grip around nothing. he stands, towering over you, and yanks his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled chest. his pants come next, sliding down his legs until he's in briefs that do little to hide his hardening length. he steps closer, his hand replacing seonghwa's on your hip.

now fully naked, they guide you to lie back on the plush lounge seat, leaving your heart pounding. seonghwa sheds his boxers, his cock springing free - heavy and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. he strokes it slowly, eyes locked on your bare pussy. yunho strips off his briefs last, his shaft even thicker, curving slightly as it stands rigid against his abs.

seonghwa kneels between your legs, slowly parting them with his large hands. you are nervous at first, trying to close your legs back together and hide your face. “don’t be shy baby, just let me make you feel good,” he reassures, parting them again.

he peppers kisses on your thighs starting from your knees, making their way up to your heat. he rests his palm and brushes his thumb your folds, grazing across your slick bundle of nerves.

you let out a low moan from the contact, and seonghwa looks up to meet your eyes. “you’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you, darling?” he smiles teasingly.

without even waiting for a response, he dips his tongue down on your clit, sucking on it slowly, trying to gauge your reaction. when he sees that you have covered your mouth with your hand to try to muffle yourself, he continues.

his tongue laps between your folds at a pace that is not overwhelming, but just enough to keep you wanting more. yunho walks around to the head of the seat and forces your hand away from your lips. 

“didn’t think i was going to let this hole go unused, did you?” he teased, running his thumb across your bottom lip. you look up at him with doe eyes as the head of his cock nudges your lips apart.

he pushes in carefully, though that doesn’t stop the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. his fingers trail through your hair, holding the back of your head for leverage. not pulling, but guiding. “you’ve sucked cock before, right?”

you nod in response, sucking him deeper, your tongue swirling around the underside. the salty taste of him filled your mouth, and you hollowed your cheeks, drawing a guttural moan from yunho.

seonghwa continues to suck on your clit, now adding two of his fingers inside. he drags his tongue down to your entrance, meeting with his fingers to taste your slick as his nose brushes across your clit. 

“sweet thing,” yunho coos, cupping your cheek in his palm. he pushed his dick further back into your throat, until his pelvis meets your nose. the lewd choking sounds coming from you only make him more desperate.

but once he sees seonghwa pull away, he slips himself out of your mouth. hwa leans up, gripping his length in his hand, sliding the head across your folds to collect the slick. 

“are you ready?” he asks, nudging against your entrance. 

“mhmm,” you nod.

“words, doll”

“yes, please. i want it, seonghwa.”

he spits down onto your already soaked pussy, using his thumb to rubs it into your hole, as well as across your clit.

the extra lubricant allows him to slide in easily, your wall immediately sucking him in further. you wince at the pain at first, trying to adjust to the stretch. the look on your face indicates to seonghwa to go slower, which he respects.

“you’re doing good, baby. just let him in a little bit more.” yunho angles your face up to his, soft kisses following his affirmations.

"breathe, baby," he coos, pausing until you relax around him. "just like that." once seonghwa bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments, allowing you to adjust to the burn of the stretch. he moves his hips slowly, trying not to overwhelm you as he pulls back out.

"fuck, so perfect," seonghwa whispers, starting a gentle rhythm - shallow thrusts that build gradually. each slide sends sparks through you, your body adapting and craving more. yunho breaks the kiss, shifting to kneel beside you, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft as he strokes himself, watching seonghwa fuck you.

seonghwa picks up pace, hips snapping forward with controlled power once he has given you time to adjust. his cock drags along your sensitive spots as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the lounge seat creaking under the motion. 

yunho leans down, his free hand pinching your nipple as he growls, "look at you, taking his dick so well. our girl’s not so innocent anymore."

moans weren’t even coming out of your mouth. it was just whimpers and sounds of desperation. your hands grab on to seonghwa’s wrists as he fucks into you, your nails digging into his flesh.

your walls clenching around hwa drive him closer and closer to the edge. sweat starts to bead up on his forehead and his strokes become more sloppy with each passing second.

 "gonna fill you up, doll," he warns, and with a final, deep plunge, hot spurts of cum flooding inside of you, triggering your release too. you clench around him, milking every drop as waves of pleasure crash over.

seonghwa pulls out slowly, a mix of your juices and his seed leaking from you. before you can recover, yunho moves in, flipping you gently onto your hands and knees. "my turn to fuck this pretty pussy" he says, voice husky. 

his hands grip your hips, cock teasing your entrance, still slick and sensitive. he enters you in one smooth thrust, thicker than seonghwa, stretching you to your limits. you cry out, pushing back against him instinctively. seonghwa kneels in front, guiding your head to his softening cock, still glistening. "clean me up," he suggests, and you take him into your mouth, tasting the salty mix of cum and your own arousal.

yunho fucks you steadily from behind, each slap of skin against skin jolting you forward onto seonghwa. his curve hits just right, brushing that bundle of nerves. you suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, earning a groan from seonghwa as he hardens again in your mouth.

"fuck, your mouth feels amazing," seonghwa praises, threading fingers through your hair. yunho's pace quickens, one hand reaching around to rub your clit in tight circles. the overstimulation builds to a fever pitch, your body trembling on the edge once more.

“say you like my cock. say you love how good we make you feel,” yunho demands, bunching your hair into a ponytail, now pulling you away from seonghwa.

“it f-feels so good, yuyu,” you manage to piece the words together.

you can’t help but to come undone around yunho's cock, throbbing length as your walls flutter and squeeze. “wanna breed this tight cunt, your greedy pussy keeps sucking me back in” he moans, his peak approaching quickly. 

a few more deep strokes and he buries himself deep and pumps you full of his release, grunting with each spurt. each movement creates a ring of white around the base of his cock from both of their releases. he finally pulls all the way out, making an exaggerated pop sound.

seonghwa was the first to move, his hands gentle as he eased you onto your back, cradling your head in his lap. “you did so well, taking us both like that,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. he brushed sweat-dampened hair from your face, his fingers tracing light patterns along your warm cheeks. 

yunho joined him, fetching a soft towel from the room's side table and wiping away the mess between your legs with carefully, avoiding your oversensitive folds to prevent any sting.

“thank you for taking care of me,” you admitted looking at yunho, then turning to nuzzle into seonghwa’s abdomen.

yunho sat next to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “thank you for trusting us.”

with that, you exchange contact information, and the ‘one and done’ deal is completely ruined.