woonhak x femreader
w: smut, swearing, oral (f), sub!reader, switch!woonhak, reader is very shy, first time, unprotected sex (don't!!!), pet names (baby), some begging at the end, some overstimulation, aftercare | wc: 2.9k | might have typos | english isn't my first language | mdni | part 1
author's note: wrote this months apart so sorry in advance
he paused, then looked up at you. "tell me if you want me to stop." he murmured, eyes sparkling up.
your breath stuttered. you looked down at him, at the way he was waiting. hands steady on your thighs, gaze warm but intense.
"don't," you said softly, voice barely louder than a whisper. "please."
woonhak smiled at you before pressing a small kiss on your inner thigh, making you tremble with pleasure.
you caught your lower lip between your teeth as your boyfriend slowly pulled your thin shorts down, throwing them somewhere, eyes never breaking contact with yours.
but he couldn't help looking down now, staring with awe at your panties which were completely soaked with your arousal. "f-fuck, y/n, you're so wet…" he said, amazed that you reacted that way just because of him.
you looked down at your clothed cunt as well, feeling your cheeks heat up even more, if that was even possible. looking away when he looked at you back again. "sorry…" you muttered.
he lifted one eyebrow, a small, soothing smile tugging his lips. "y/n, you don't have to be sorry, okay?" it was now his turn to bite down on his lip, watching the way your fingers fidgeted together over your belly.
woonhak was also a blushing mess, not believing this was actually happening, but he tried to take control, just for you.
your eyes connected with his once again, chest falling up and down rapidly, tugging at the hem of your shirt just to do something with your hands.
"please, woonhak, do something. please." you muttered with the little courage you had left, letting out a sigh.
his breath caught, gulping hard as his hand approached the hem of your silky underwear. swallowing a moan the moment he took off your panties, them sticking slightly to your cunt before letting you go.
you whine as you feel the cold air hitting your cunt, suddenly feeling shy and wanting to cover up.
but woonhak doesn't let you, grabbing your wrists before you could do anything. "please don't." he looked at you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your swollen lips.
he lets go your wrists as he took his time to look down at your pussy glistening with slick. fuck, he dreamt of it, and now he's finally seeing it.
one of his fingers came closer to your heating core, pulling a whine out of you when he started rubbing it between your puffy lips, checking how wet you really were in between. "ah…w-woonhak.."
"shit– you're so…wet and warm." he looked at your eyes and you quickly looked away.
he goes back to lower himself, resting his body on the mattress as his face came closer to your desperate crotch, hands firmly grabbing your thighs and spreading them apart.
he started with placing small kisses onto the inside of your thigh, but quickly after using his tongue and sucking in, making you squirm underneath him.
"ah– woonhak, please, don't tease." you bite down a moan, one of your hands flying to rest on his head gently, while the other went back to gripping your shirt.
he smiled against your thigh, kisses finally travelling onto where you needed the most. he pressed small pecks over your folds, earning a moan from you, but it still wasn't enough.
you tugged at his hair, hurrying him to actually eat you out, and he lets out a small "ah" against you, the vibration making you close your legs around his head.
"mhmp–!" his moan came out muffled, burying himself deeper as he made out with your touch-starved pussy, his nose rubbing right on your clit.
the sucking noises were so dirty and hot it was impossible not to feel your stomach fluttering in the same pleasant way you felt earlier.
you gathered enough strength to look at him, but when you finally did, his eyes were bright already looking up at you as he fucked you with his tongue, brows knitting forwards. you literally almost came right there.
so you closed your eyes, gulping hard as you tried your best not to cum pathetically fast, the hand gripping your shirt sliding up to grip at your breast instead, hoping it would calm you down.
but, instead, you felt the way woonhak stopped working down on you.
you stopped your movements too, opening your eyes and looking down, confused. "w-what are you doing?" you asked shyly, worried he might suddenly regret doing this.
"you're not looking at me, y/n." he said out of breath, mouth area glistening with your juice and his saliva, hands dipping onto the mattress.
your cheeks heated up at his demanding words, and you let out a shaky sigh. "I- I can't…" you muttered, chest rising and falling quickly.
he leaned up, cupping your face between his hands, kissing you softly. you hum at your own taste and he pulls back with a soft smile.
"yes, you can, y/n." he said softly, thumbs caressing your warm cheeks. he leaned in again, pressing a small peck onto the tip of your nose.
you pout as you watched him slowly make his way back down, hands flying to grab his soft hair gently.
suddenly, you felt the way his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud, making your hips buck up against his face. "fuck–!" you moaned out, quickly covering your mouth as you realised you were too loud.
he smirked against your clit as he kept sucking on it, occasionally flicking it with the tip of his tongue just to tease you a little.
your hips trembled underneath him, eyes shutting tight as you feel your lower abdomen twist in ways you never felt.
his tongue curled down to your entrance, keeping only the tip there, teasing and making small shallow motions as if he might finally push inside, but he doesn't.
you whined at his teasing and you felt the way he tapped your thigh. "hm?" it came out whimpery, opening your eyes and looking at him.
he pulled back from your addicting pussy, a string of saliva connecting him with it. he wiped it with the back of his hand. "you weren't looking at me."
"a-ah…sorry." you steadied yourself with both hands, making yourself get a comfortable position to look at him.
he smiled in return, burying his face onto your arousal once again.
it's sloppy, messy, and it was driving you crazy. especially the way he kept gazing into your eyes.
"woonhak…" you moaned softly, and his eyes fluttered shut, the way you called out his name made him whine against your swollen cunt.
his tongue is inside you now, nose bumping your clit as he messily fucked you with his red muscle. his half lidded eyes staring at the way you watched him with your mouth open, cute little tiny moans falling from it.
your hand tugged harshly on his hair, feeling yourself closer to your orgasm, earning a low groan from woonhak.
"woonie…fuck– I'm so close…" you moaned out, holding eye contact as you felt the knot on your stomach about to burst.
"mhm?" he hummed inside your pussy, feeling the way it clenched around his tongue, excited to taste your cum already.
"fuck– shit– I'm going to– fuck..!" your legs wobbled, and your breath stuttered, desperately rolling your hips against his face, feeling the way his tongue curled into your gummy walls, nose rubbing deliciously on your clit.
you squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back as your orgasm washed you over, body twitching and trembling as he kept swallowing your juices.
he pulled back, completely out of breath, as he looked at the way your legs trembled.
"fuck." he mumbled, sitting on his knees, watching the way you recovered. "that was hot. you were hot."
you looked at him through lidded eyes, quickly closing your legs when you saw him staring there once again.
he chuckled, lips swollen and cheeks inked with pink. leaning in with a big smile as he easily spread your legs open, positioning himself between them.
your eyes widened as you felt the way he rubbed his clothed erection against your still sensitive cunt
he leaned in, his flushed cheek pressing against yours. "I don't want this to end." he whispers, pulling back with a pout on his shiny lips.
"I…" you started, hesitant. not because you didn't want to, but because you didn't know what to do.
"please..?" he tilted his head a little, eyes shining bright with lust. "please, I'll be good, hm?"
you hid your face between your hands, heat creeping up your neck as you slowly nod.
he pulled your wrists down and leaned to press his lips against yours. his body pressing against yours, the friction of his clothed boner against your bare cunt making you tremble.
you taste your cum on his tongue, and you wince at the unfamiliar, but pleasant taste.
woonhak hums around your tongue, sucking on it as his hands rested now on your waist, caressing softly over your shirt. his lips traced from your lips down your jaw, licking over the red marks he made earlier.
you let out a small whine, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. slowly sliding them down to the hem of his boxers, tugging them down enough to reveal his v line.
he giggled against your neck before letting a small moan when a specific move rubbed his sensitive tip. he grabbed your hand, helping you pull down his underwear, and he throws it somewhere.
woonhak gently pushed your back onto the mattress, slowly hovering over your body, positioning himself between your legs.
he bites on his lip as he looked down at the way your bodies almost connected. "shit…" he moaned, dick twitching against his lower abdomen, tip still flushed red from earlier.
he grabbed it by the base, slowly rubbing himself between your pussy lips, earning a long moan from both of you. "f-fuck– you feel so soft.." he whimpered.
your eyes widened when a thought crossed your mind. "fuck, woonhak, do you have a condom?" you asked as realisation hit you.
his eyes widened, heart stuttering against his chest. "fuck, no, I don't." his cheeks flushing when he heard you giggle. "I wasn't planning– I've never– fuck, sorry.."
you giggled once again, softly. "it's okay…but– p-pull out, please." you said, the sudden break easing up your nerves.
he bites down on his lip, the tip of his ears reddening more. "r-really?" he looked at your eyes deeply, dick twitching at the thought of it.
you nod, holding the arm that was still on your waist. "please…I want it so bad." you said softly, a pout forming on your red lips.
his dick twitched again at your words, and he grabbed the base of it once again. "tell me if it hurts, okay?"
he pumped it a little before teasing your folds with his tip, rubbing up and down, grabbing it and slapping it against your dripping pussy experimentally.
you whined at the sudden stimulation. "hurry up…please." you drawled your words just a little, tugging at his shirt.
he swore under his breath, looking at your face as he slowly pushes his mushy head inside you. your eyebrows knit together and your breath caught in your throat.
you grabbed onto his arm without thinking, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to calm your heavy breathing. you let out a shaky breath, the grip on his arm tightening.
woonhak's mouth fell open, a small guttural moan escaping from him. "f-fuck…you feel so– fuck– it's so t-tight and warm." he hid his red face on your shoulder before glancing down where you two started to connect.
"fuck– does it hurt? can I…can I move?" his breath is heavy, both hands now holding your waist.
you nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your hands soothingly caressing his back.
woonhak slowly pushed deeper, inch by inch, pausing every so often to let you adjust before finally bottoming out, a soft moan slipping from both of you.
"fuck…it's so wet." he whimpered, voice cracking from the overwhelming sensation, hips stuttering at the feeling of your gummy walls against his sensitive cock. "f-fuck– you feel s' good…"
his hands slipped to the mattress on either side of you. he lifted his head from your shoulder, glancing down at where your bodies met, unable to look away as heat crept across his face.
he started rolling his hips against yours at a slow pace, tip hitting your sweet spot as he tested the unfamiliar rhythm, not quite thrusting yet.
you moaned softly, clenching around him as he kept grinding against you. he moaned in response, staring at the way your face contorted, making his dick throb inside you.
he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, swallowing each other's soft sounds. he sucked on your lower lip before pulling back.
"does it– shit– does it feel good? or does it hurt?" he breathed out, hips rolling painfully slow.
you shook your head, the discomfort having faded a while ago. "feels good, woonie…please go f-faster." you muttered shakily, biting on your lower lip.
he nodded, his hips stuttering before starting to thrust in and out of you, still a little slower than you'd asked for. "fuck, y/n– I don't think I'm going to last– fuck." he whined, his stomach twisted pleasantly.
you watched the way his brows knitted together, caught somewhere between pleasure and concentration as he tried to maintain a steady rhythm on his hips.
his lips parted, looking down at where his dick was being swallowed by your cunt, a soft groan slipping from him as his gaze came back up, meeting your eyes that were already looking at him, his cheeks flushing even darker.
you felt heat pooling low at the sight. "you feel so good, woonie– fuck." you moaned, eyes trailing down where you two connected, blushing at the way his dick was covered with your arousal.
"hm?" he hummed, tilting his head a little as he smiled at you, not teasingly, but rather comforting. "hah…you feel so good too…ah~" he moaned, dick twitching inside you as he was feeling closer, breath heavy.
he grabbed your hips, making you gasp in surprise as he pulled your body down against his hips, his thrusts careful despite his growing desperation.
he gulped as he watched down where the rings of fluids formed around his girth, a wave of heat hitting him at the dirty sight.
he slammed your hips against his, wet noises starting to fill up his room, mixed with both of your moans. "fuck–!" you moaned out when at particular thrust hit your cervix.
you clenched around him, gushy walls fluttering on his length, swallowing him just right.
"fuck, baby, you're so tight." he whimpered, legs shaking as he grew tired, the sensation still overwhelming him.
you gripped onto his biceps as you felt closer to the edge, eyes squeezing tight.
"fuck, no– please look at me– please, fuck–" he begged, voice breaking at the feeling of you tightening uncontrollably, knowing you were close.
you let out a shaky breath at his sudden words, eyes fluttering open to meet his flustered state.
you leaned in without thinking, pressing your lips against his. he kissed you back immediately, slamming his hips against yours harder.
your breath caught on your throat, nails scratching his back over his shirt. you whined around his tongue, pulling him closer to your body as your vision blurred overwhelmingly too good.
he keeps on thrusting, unsteady as you clung around him, covering his dick with your cum. his kisses travelled down to your neck, sucking in where he previously marked already.
you let out a shaky whine, body trembling at the overstimulation. you wrapped your legs around him, pushing him harder against your fluttered cunt.
he moaned on your neck and he suddenly pulled back, pulling out of you as he desperately pumped his cock up and down, lifting your shirt up until your belly.
he came with a high pitched moan as thick ropes of semen landed on your belly, some dripping down your mount venus.
woonhak's breath was heavy as he looked down at the mess, milking himself whole with shaky hands, some of his cum dribbling onto his fingers.
your breath was still uneven too, cheeks burning as you stared where his cum landed.
for a moment, neither of you said anything. the room was filled only with the sound of your breathing together.
he let out a shaky laugh before licking his lips. "fuck, I came so much. sorry." he breathed out, eyes stuck to mess.
he shook his head, forcing himself to look away. he turned to his side where his nightstand was, grabbing a handful of tissues before turning back to your side.
he carefully helped clean you up, trying very hard to focus on what he was doing, but every time he glanced up, he found you already looking at him. woonhak gulped, throwing the dirty tissues in the bin beside his bed.
he crouched, reaching out for his underwear thrown on the floor besides the bin, quickly putting it on.
he looked at you once again, giving you a vague smile. "you're okay? it didn't hurt a lot, right?" he asked, softly approaching to you, holding your hand softly.
you giggled shyly, interlocking your fingers with his. "I'm okay, woonie. it only hurt at the start." you leaned in, leaving a small kiss onto his lips.
he smiled into the kiss before pulling away and wrapping his arms around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck
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warnings — mdni, edging, raw sex & creampie (use protection!!!), roleplay, use of nicknames - miss, sir, baby . i def missed some lol
wc: #.. 1.4k
note: first fic and kinda rushed, sorry! written from 2am to around 6am LOL. basically just 30% plot and 70% porn .. hope u guys enjoy the concept tho C: also didn't proofread so uh
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after a good few years of living in a shared apartment with your lovely husband soobin, you two were finally able to buy your own home in a calm, cozy neighbourhood.
moving trucks dropping off your sweet belongings and minor furniture, since you guys already set up the big parts like the couch and beds, the both of you carrying boxes and setting them aside in your new home—and it's a fair ratio when your muscular husband carries all the big and heavy boxes while you just carry ones with a few little trinkets inside.
after what felt like forever of moving in boxes, soobin wipes the sweat off his forehead and walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you both look around your new home. It's definitely not a mansion, but it's spacious, modern, and perfect for a family—well, soon to be family—for now, it's just you and soobin. he kisses your temple and whispers into your ear "it's perfect, baby."
you chuckle, lightly elbowing his side. "why are you whispering? it's just us, silly." you tease, looking up at him with amusement.
"i like the intimacy of it all, you know..." he claims, a pout on his face, which doesn't take long to contort into a smirk when he faces you and wraps now both his arms around your waist. "but now that you mention that it's just us.." he says in between kisses as he practically attacks your face.
you're in a fit of giggles, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to brace yourself. "heyyy! you know, i think we should appreciate our new house first.." you laugh out, trying your best to push him off of you.
he gives you one last peck on the lips, then he chuckles as he finally pulls away. "fine.. you're right." his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer and leaning in ever so slightly as he teases "can you show me around, miss?"
you roll your eyes and sigh as you huff out a laugh, but give in to his little playful acts anyway. "of course, sir. do you want the house tour?" you say playfully as you take one of his hands and pull him along, and of course, he lets you drag him anywhere.
"miss, i want a special house tour."
he pulls you to stop for a moment, once again wrapping his arms around your waist, but now slipping his big hands under your loose sweater, his cold palms over the warmth of your skin making you shiver.
you click your tongue, shaking your head in fake disapproval, because your body language says otherwise. you lean into his touch and wrap your arms around his neck. "i don't think you're allowed to touch your tour guide like that, sir." you tease, as you both lean in to kiss one another.
soobin eagerly kisses you like he's been waiting all day for this, his hands roaming all over to wherever he can reach. "how can i not when my tour guide is this beautiful?" he mutters out in between kisses, his hands finding their way to the swell of your ass and giving it a good squeeze.
when you two finally pull away, you drag him towards the kitchen, teasingly bending over counter. "first, we have our lovely kitchen.."
though he pays no attention to the kitchen at all as he grips your hips and grinds his hardening cock against your ass, groaning and desparate for contact.
you gasp, your breathing becoming heavy as you tease "sir, i think you should actually look around the kitchen.."
he chuckles, however he can't hold it in anymore—he pulls down his sweats along with his boxers to free his rock hard cock, and wasting no time to pull your shorts down too. "sorry, miss. just gotta fuck you right now.." he whines out, then he proceeds to tease at your wet, fluttering hole with his fat tip, listening to your soft whimpers for a moment, before slowly pushing in. you both let out breathy moans when he bottoms out, setting into a little faster than average pace. "so fucking tight. such a perfect pussy.."
"a-ah- fuck.. sir, o-our kitchen ha-hah- has e-everything we need.. fuck-" you try to keep in the act as much as you can, but the words leave your mouth because he's just fucking you so good, fat cock stretching you out to oblivion.
"i need a better guide than that.." he teases, his pace is perfect, his hips at the perfect angle to hit that spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. one of his hands reach out to bunch up your hair in his palm and using it to hold himself together, while your knuckles practically turn white from gripping the edge of the counter.
he knows when you're close, when your moans get louder and your pussy grips him tighter, so when you let out fits of screams and warn him that you're cumming, he stops, leaving you dumbfounded. "next part of the house, now." he says with a boyish grin, casually pulling out of your dripping, aching pussy.
you let out a whine, trying to stand up straight with your weak knees and hitting his shoulder, which just makes him nothing but even happier to do this. "i hate you, soobin." you mutter out, and he just giggles, taking your hand in his.
this time, he's the one leading you around, and when you reach the living room, he gently pushes you onto your fresh, newly bought couch, you'll just deal with the upcoming mess later. now, you're on your back, automatically spreading your legs like it's built in you to do it, and soobin smirks at the beautiful sight. "eager for me, miss? don't worry, i'll let you cum this time." he says with that boyish smirk on his face, settling in between your thighs and pushing in once more, the warmth of your pussy feeling like heaven every. fucking. time.
"can you explain what our living room has?" his breathing heavy as he starts thrusting into your wet pussy again. you can barely even utter a sentence, let alone speak, the dick really is just that good, however, you're the one who put yourself into this, so you just gotta keep the act going. "h-haah- hngh.. baby.. a-ah- oh fuck-"
and with that, he comes to a full stop because he's not getting a proper explanantion from you, causing you to let out an almost hilarious whine. "wait-no! i'm sorry.. please keep going.. o-our living room has a-" he steals the words right out of your throat as he thrusts into your pussy with a brutal pace, biting his lips and holding back his groans of pleasure.
"oh fuck! fuck fuck fuck- wait- i-it h-has a n-nice couch.. haaah.. fuck, hold on, binnie let me- fuck-let me cum, please..!" you ramble out a bunch of nonsense as you reach your orgasm quick from the last time, your nails digging into soobin's back, leaving red marks that he'll worry about later. both of you are close, the veins in his dick pulsing, your hole fluttering, both of you letting out wanton moans. "fuuuuuck..cum with me, baby.." he moans out, and you both do. you let out pornographic moans as your back arches up from the couch, your pussy gripping him in tightly as he spills his load deep inside of you, groaning and letting out a fit of curses as he leans in to attack your face with kisses again, though gentler this time.
"you good, miss?" he mutters close to your ear, still keeping the roleplay, then leaning in to kiss you there. when he gently pulls out, you both whine from the missing warmth and contact. "I'm fine, sir.. though i'm already exhausted and we only got through 2 parts of our new home." you say with a pout, and he kisses it away with a chuckle. "okay, okay.. enough with the miss and sir.. let's take a proper look around tomorrow, yeah? for now, i'll take care of you and we'll rest, alright?"
you nod at that, smiling up at him. "sounds good," you groan out as you stretch your sore muscles beneath him "was this the reason why you got the major furniture set up first before actually moving in though?" you tease him.
he immediately shakes his head and does the same with his hand in defense. "of course not! we need them to rest and stuff while we still set things up.. but the sex is a nice bonus though."
you laugh, he always makes you laugh. this is everything you could ever dream of—a nice and spacious home, with nice furniture, and a nice neighbourhood, and a hot, loving husband with surely nice dick.
woonhak x femreader
w: smut, swearing, making out, handjob, first time, praise kink if you squint, they're both shy and whiny, no sub/dom dynamics | wc: 2.4k | might have typos | english isn't my first language | mdni
it all really started pretty innocently.
you sat on the bed, against the headboard with your boyfriend next to you. you were both playing mario kart all alone when one thing led to another and now you were tangled in a make out session instead.
his left hand rested softly on your cheek, his thumb brushing along it, while his right hand was gripping at your waist like he was afraid you might disappear. you rested both your hands on his chest, startled by how fast his heartbeat was getting, fast enough it made your own chest feel tight.
woonhak pulled back with a string of saliva connecting you two. both of your breaths were uneven, his lips were swollen and he quickly licked over them. the room felt smaller all of the sudden.
he looked at your face carefully, like he was trying to memorise every single detail on it. even the ones you used to call ugly were beautiful to him.
you bit on your lower lip as you looked down, blush creeping from your neck to your face when you noticed the growing tent between his legs.
woonhak's face went completely red when he realised the reason why you weren't looking at his face anymore. he quickly panicked, pulling his hands away from you before you would think he's some type of pervert.
"fuck– shit– oh my god, I'm so sorry. I- I couldn't help it. I- fuck, I'm sorry, I swear it won't happen ag–"
"it's okay, woonie." you cut him off, batting your lashes at him. you leaned in closer to kiss him again, biting on his lower lip to let yourself in.
one of your hands travelled dangerously down to his lower abdomen, your wrist accidently touching his clothed erection, earning a whine around your tongue. a sound you never heard coming from him.
he sucked on your swollen lips as his hands hesitantly came back to your body, pulling you even closer by the waist.
as the kiss turned heavier you felt heat pooling in your lower abdomen, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. your fingers tangled around the strings of his hoodie, deepening the kiss.
woonhak's lips traced from your lips to your cheek, then to your jaw until he was facing the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping on your warm body. you let out a shaky moan into the air, hands going to slightly grip at his hair.
"woonie…" you called out softly, slowly pushing him away. you rested your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his heated core. he looked down at the way you brushed your thumb on his thigh. he swallowed hard, wishing you could lower your touch just a little more.
he looked up, noticing the way your face blushed with anticipation, the way your lips looked glossy thanks to the mix of salivas, and the way the collar of your shirt had loosened up from pulling it down.
"yeah?" he asked, and you swore you could see his eyes sparkling up like a cartoon character.
you exhaled softly yet nervous, not knowing how to make up the words without sounding too vulgar. "I–" you started, quickly giving glances to his growing crotch. "can I…?" you looked away, scratching your hand just to do something with it. you cleared your throat. "can I touch it..?"
his heart pounded hard and his eyes opened wide. he let out a shaky, nervous laugh and his eyes darted everywhere but you. "y-you don't have to…it'd probably go away. other wise I could j-just go to the bathroom anyways." he gulped, finally looking at you.
"but I really want to." you said, instinctively pouting at him. you grab one of his hands with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. you noticed his adam's apple bob up and down once again.
woonhak stared at you for a moment, biting his lower lip at the thought of you touching him the way he'd had imagined many times on those needy late nights.
he let out a heavy sigh, slowly nodding as he looked down at his painful boner. he usually didn't get hard during making out, he'd fight it back, but there was something different in the air tonight.
you managed to kiss him again, hands starting to traced down from his chest to his thighs once again, making him shiver under your touch. you hesitantly reached your hand over his erection, slowly palming him over his jeans.
he moaned softly into your mouth, the tip of his ears immediately turning a deep red at the unfamiliar touch. woonhak's hips bucked up unconsciously, and he uselessly tried to apologise against your tongue. you moaned softly at the vibration, the sound sending waves straight to his already twitching dick.
your fingers struggled with the button of his jeans until you finally pulled back from his lips, using both hands this time. he helped you out, pulling his jeans down and throwing them to the floor.
you kissed him again as you grabbed his dick over his boxers. he whimpered into your lips, brows frowning with pleasure.
he hid his face on your neck, trying not to moan too loudly when you started to move your hand up and down painfully yet deliciously slow. you whined when he bit your neck a little too hard.
"f-fuck– you sound so hot.." he murmured against the red skin of your neck.
he turned his gaze at you, coming back to kiss you eagerly as his hands tried to grope every part of your torso. you let out a small moan when he did an experimental squeeze at your breast.
your hand reached down to the hem of his boxers as you pulled away, searching for his permission. when he nodded you pulled his underwear down to his knees, he hissed at the feeling of the cold air against his glowing red cock.
you took it, trying to decipher the way his face contorts as you pumped up and down. "does it feel good?" you asked, a soft pout forming on your lips.
he let out a pathetic moan when your thumb started playing circles on his aching tip. "f-fuck– y-yeah, it feels good. j-just try twisting your wrist more. shit–"
you do as he says, going back to kiss him as you pumped him. he pulled away and you noticed the way his chest fell back and forth, throwing his head against the headboard behind him.
"it feels s'good." he whimpered, resting his hands on his sides, not knowing what to do with them now, completely overwhelmed.
your stomach fluttered, the sounds he made sending heat throughout your whole body. it was a lot.
too much and not enough at the same time.
you noticed the way his breathing stuttered, the way his body tensed slightly beneath your hand. you slowed down without thinking twice, earning a confused look from him.
"wha-what? why did you slowed down?" his voice cracked, eyes flickering between your blushed face and your hand.
for a split second he thought he'd done something wrong. moaned too loud, reacted too desperately.
"I– I really don't know..." you confessed, earning a shaky laugh from your boyfriend. you laughed too, trying to ease the sudden tension. "I g-guess I just wanted to check on you," you said softly. "am I doing alright..?"
his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled, leaning in to give a small peck onto your lips. "yeah," he nodded quickly, then slower, meeting your eyes. "you're doing it perfect. f-feels much better than my own hand." he let out a breathy laugh.
you nudged his shoulder slightly with your free hand, more blush forming on your cheeks thanks to his comment. "shut up."
you leaned in to kiss his lips, brushing your tongue across his as the pace on your hand quickened again little by little. his breath hitched, the sound muffled against your mouth.
woonhak tried to focus on breathing through his nose, but it was useless. every small movement of your hand and your mouth sent a jolt through him, sharp but warm.
he pulled away, throwing his head back again, placing his forearm over his face, trying to hide it from you. his cheeks were burning up and his brain was fogging, squeezing his eyes tight as he tried to steady himself.
he opened them back, looking at you. looking at the way you were watching his face, not his body. the way your brows knit together slightly, like you were paying attention to every little reaction, like you got off by the way his face contorts, made his chest tighten.
you noticed the way his breath hitched whenever your thumb brushed his tip, the way his lips parted letting out the prettiest sounds you ever heard. even the smallest reactions, all because of you.
your thighs pressed together instinctively, a quiet rush of heat pooling low in your core at the sight of him like this. you weren't sure when watching him started to feel this good, almost as if you were watching something you shouldn't.
woonhak noticed. not the movement itself, but the way your breath changed when he did. it made his stomach twist pleasantly, feeling his climax come closer.
the idea that his sounds, his reactions, the way he was falling apart under your touch were doing something to you made his heart race faster than before.
his fingers curled into the sheets, feeling closer than before. "I–" he called out, voice cracking. "I think I'm gonna– fuck." his breath catching in his throat.
you felt the way his body tensed beneath your touch, the way his hips stuttered as they tried thrusting up into your hand. you leaned in without thinking, pressing your lips to his, slow and warm as if you were grounding him. the pace of your hand quickening in a way that made his eyes rolled back to his skull.
his whole body gave in at once. he gasped into your lips, the sound muffled and desperate, hands flying to grip tight at your waist. his forehead dropped to your shoulder as his seed spread across your hand, swearing softly under his breath.
"fuck, s-shit– oh my god." his voice cracked. his breath was uneven.
you patted his head with your free hand as the other one slowed down, trying to milk every single drop until he was done. he stayed there until it finally passed, breathing hard. his hands still fisting around your waist, knuckles white.
he let out a shaky sigh, half laughing and half embarrassed. you smiled, cheeks burning just as much as his as you let go his dick. "'you okay?"
he nodded slowly, lifting his head just enough to look at you. his eyes were still glossy, and his mouth formed a cute pout. "yeah..." he said quietly, pulling away to grab the box of tissues on his nightstand, cleaning both your hand and his thighs.
he finished cleaning up quietly, pulling his boxers back up. his movements were a little clumsy, sensitive, like his body still hadn't caught up with what just happened.
your ears still buzzed like crazy. heart racing, skin warm, your whole body feeling heavy. watching him cum undone like that, hearing the way his voice broke. it all replayed in your head, sending another quiet wave of heat low in your stomach, making you press your thighs together again without even realising it.
woonhak noticed it, his ears burning red immediately.
"are you...um," he started, then stopped, rubbing his palms against his thighs nervously. "are you okay?" he asked, voice soft and careful.
you felt warmth settling into your chest. you nodded, "yeah." a shy flat smile tugging on your lips. "I am." you said, then hesitantly added, "it was...really nice...hot."
his eyes widened just a little, smiling. "it was?"
you nodded again, cheeks heating up as you started to hug your legs, resting your chin between your knees.
his gaze dropped without meaning to. just for a second.
his breath caught immediately and his face went hot all over again when he noticed the faint darkened patch of arousal on your shorts.
he looked away so fast it almost hurt his neck.
"..sorry," he blurted out quietly, embarrassed before you'd even said anything. his hands curled into the sheets again. "I didn't mean to stare."
you hadn't even noticed what he'd seen until you looked down between your legs. your cheeks burned, instinctively hugging your legs closer, embarrassed as if you didn't just give him the best handjob of his life.
it took him a moment to work up the courage to look at you again. when he did, his expression was soft. careful. almost worried.
"I just–" he hesitated, swallowing hard. "I thought maybe...you might be feeling...kinda worked up too..?" his voice dropped lower, shy but serious. "because of me."
"if you are," he continued, words rushed now, flustered. "I mean– only if you want– I could...maybe help? just a little? not anything you don't want to." he shook his head quickly. "I just don't like the idea of you feeling all...uncomfortable because of me."
his eyes flicked down to your crotch once more, then back up. apologetic and hopeful all at once.
"...I want to take care of you too," he said softly. then, quieter, "even if it's just– I don't know...whatever you want."
you didn't answer right away. instead, you let your legs relax just a little, unwrapping your arms that were around them. his eyes followed every little movement you made.
woonhak swallowed hard. jaw tightening as his gaze dropped again, lingering longer this time, biting back a moan. his hands slid to rest on your knees, thumbs brushing slow, warm circles against your skin.
he leaned in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to your knee. not where you were aching. not yet. he reached for both of your hands, locking his fingers with yours and giving them a small squeeze, grounding not only you but himself too.
you leaned forward to kiss him, a muffled whine slipping from you when he started to spread your legs to let himself settle between them. his hands resting on the inner sides of your thighs to keep you spread apart.
his breath ghosted over your body as he lowered himself, close enough feel his warmth even through your shorts. close enough that your fingers tangled in his hair without thinking.
he paused, then look up at you. "tell me if you want me to stop." he murmured, eyes sparkling up.
your breath stuttered. you looked down at him, at the way he was waiting. hands steady on your thighs, gaze warm but intense.
"don't," you said softly, voice barely louder than a whisper. "please."
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( ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ) soobin had no idea how complicated his life would become when his biggest secret was discovered by the most popular girl on campus — and he certainly never expected to end up tangled in her sheets.
smut. enemies to lovers. blackmail. manipulation. slow burn. academic pressure. excessive use of the word pathetic. regina george inspired reader. power imbalance. online content. camming. size kink. voyeurism. masturbation. degradation. edging. ft manon katseye.
this chapter was so delicious to write, i (s)creamed
as soon as soobin’s fingers brush against your underwear, your own dig into his shoulder, clinging to whatever scraps of composure you have left.
you hate how easily he slips under your skin, how effortless it is for him. but there’s nothing you can do about it, not when the first thing you feel is that sharp pull deep in your stomach as his fingers graze your clit through the fabric, reminding you exactly how good they felt buried inside you, drawing you over the edge.
a sensation you couldn’t recreate with your own fingers.
his lips return to your neck, lavishing attention on your skin, tasting every inch as though you were some decadent dessert he could never tire of.
your eyes roll back for a moment, your head tipping to the opposite side, baring more of yourself to him. his fingers hook into your underwear, nudging it aside, brushing along your folds with two fingers, smearing your wetness over them.
“you’re already wet,” he murmurs against your skin, teeth sinking into the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. you moan. loud, helpless, almost inevitable. “and i’ve barely even started.”
his fingers are slow, teasing, finding your clit and circling it with delicate precision that makes your legs tense.
“mmh, soobin—” you murmur, his name slipping out of you like a soft purr.
your hands drift down almost involuntarily, like you have no control over them, grasping at the edge of his trousers and tugging him closer.
“feels good?” he asks into your ear, a quiet laugh undercutting his voice. his breath sends a shiver down your spine.
you’d love to tell him no— that he’s doing it wrong, that he’s not nearly good enough. but it would be a complete lie.
“mhm.” you barely manage, your back arching in response to the soft brush of his fingertips against your clit.
he pulls back slightly, just enough to indulge himself in the sight of your expression melting, your composure crumbling under just a few touches, and before you can say anything, his lips are on yours, devouring you.
a gasp slips from your throat when you feel his fingers slide inside you, your own walls betraying you as they tighten around them, letting him know just how much you like it.
his fingers keep a slow, deliberate pace, brushing and reaching that spot inside you with the pads of his fingers before pulling back, only to repeat it again. it’s enough to make you moan into his mouth, those soft sounds of pleasure spilling out of you but this time it doesn’t feel overwhelming, it feels focused.
too focused.
“yn,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rougher than it usually is, “let me go down on you.”
just the thought knots your stomach, heat rushing up to your cheeks as he keeps kissing you, but he pulls back just enough to ask, softly, almost like he needs your permission.
“okay.” you whisper in return, your voice so quiet, so delicate, you barely recognise it as your own. soobin smiles against your mouth and doesn’t waste a second.
he moves down slowly, lowering himself in front of you while his fingers keep sliding in and out at that same unhurried rhythm, making sure your entrance keeps tightening around them in response.
a soft whine slips out of you when his fingers leave you, but his hands tug your panties down, giving himself the space he needs to taste you.
he taps lightly against your thigh, a silent cue for you to lift your leg over his shoulder. and you do, too dazed to argue with him like you normally would.
when he leans in and you feel his breath ghost over your bare cunt, a shiver runs through your entire body, your hands finding his head almost on instinct.
soobin wets his lips, barely a breath away from you, his eyes lifting to watch you, paying attention to what you like, what you don’t.
your fingers tangle into his hair when you finally feel the first drag of his tongue over your clit, your whole body trembles, like you’re not used to this.
because you’re not.
but as much as he loves the idea of watching you, his eyes flutter shut on their own at the taste hitting his tongue, his brows knitting slightly with just how much he’s enjoying it.
your fingers tug at his hair tighter, almost fighting to push him away when he starts to properly eat you out, slow licks that savour your most intimate parts, taking his time to suck at your clit while feeling you writhe in response.
“soobin—!”
your whine echoes through the room, a sound that tells him exactly how much you like it, urging him to keep going, even as you pull at his hair like you’re trying to drag him away.
the problem is, he has no intention of stopping— not when you taste like this, not when you fall apart so easily on his tongue.
for a moment, it feels like your brain shuts off completely. you don’t care about the reputation you built, or whether someone might find you, or the fact that the two of you are supposed to hate each other.
all you can think about is the way he’s eating you, the sounds he makes like he’s actually enjoying your taste.
“shit—” you tug harder at his hair, trying to pull away just enough to get a break from the overwhelming sensation. it’s too much.
but his hands grip your hips, holding you in place, keeping you right where he wants you, even if you’re not really hearing whatever he’s mumbling against you, too lost in the brush of his breath against your skin.
“wait, soob— wait—” your whines turn more desperate, soobin’s tongue tracing patterns all over your cunt, keeping a rhythm that makes it impossible to pretend he’s not undoing you.
he smiles against your cunt, not once stopping the way his tongue teases you, tasting the slick your body keeps giving him the closer you get to the edge.
it’s not hard to notice. not when you’re clutching at his hair like you need something to keep you grounded, when he can feel your leg trembling over his shoulder. and your moans… they’re loud, echoing through the entire music room.
you’re lucky the walls are soundproof.
one of his hands leaves your hip to push two fingers back inside you, joining in on driving you right to the edge. your hips arch involuntarily, and his eyes flick open just to watch you lose control of yourself.
the sight is beautiful to him, though he’d never admit it. your brows drawn together, your lips parted in broken moans, your cheeks flushed, even the outline of your hardened nipples pressing against the fabric of your top.
his mouth waters, sucking at your clit while his fingers curl in that come hither motion, pushing you exactly where you need to be.
or… almost.
because just as your body tenses, when you’re a split second away from falling apart, his fingers slip out of you and he leans back, pulling his mouth away completely.
a frustrated moan spills from your lips, your eyes snapping open as you feel your orgasm slip away somewhere deep inside you, out of reach, like you won’t be able to get it back. you look down, annoyed, in disbelief, ready to blame him for every bad thing in the world.
“i was—” you try to speak, but you’re so breathless, your thoughts so tangled you can’t form anything coherent. “you fucking bastard, i was so close—”
soobin laughs, cutting off your threat, wiping your slick with the back of his hand.
he rises to his feet, never breaking eye contact with you. until your gaze is the one that drops, drawn to the movement of his hands.
unbuttoning his jeans.
“if you’re gonna go all dumb like this,” he says, freeing his erection from his underwear, “it’s gonna be on my cock.”
his arms slide beneath your legs to lift you, holding you by the thighs as he presses your back against the door. your eyes widen in surprise—he still catches you off guard with how easily he handles you, like you weigh nothing at all.
you feel the brush of his tip against your entrance, and your legs tense.
“wait,” you say, looking up at him, “don’t you have a condom?”
he blinks. “a cond— no, yn, i don’t have one.”
your chest rises and falls, breath uneven.
“is that a problem for you?” he asks, brows lifting with genuine concern.
you shake your head. “no, no. forget it.”
“we can stop if you want—”
“soobin,” you cut in, firm, almost pleading, “just do it.”
his lips curl into a mocking smile. “whatever the princess wants.”
despite the urgency between you, soobin guides his hips carefully as he pushes into you. your walls tighten around his tip, drawing a deep breath from him, his brows knitting together as you try to hold his gaze.
“tell me if it hurts.” he murmurs, husky, easing his hips forward while lowering you slowly, helping you adjust to his size, his thickness. soobin knows he’s big, knows it might be difficult for you at first, and he’d rather be gentle than think only of himself.
but don’t forget, he still hates you. of course.
“it hurts,” you whisper, letting out a soft moan as you bite your lip to ground yourself through the feeling, “but i like it like this.”
he smiles, rolling his hips forward and back at a slow pace, giving you the chance to decide if you want to keep going. even so, rough sounds slip from his throat, low with pleasure.
and from your lips spill moans you can’t hold back, his tip hitting exactly where you need it, just like his fingers did before.
“fuck… you feel so good.” slips from his lips as his hips start to pick up their pace, slowly, feeling the way your walls tighten around him like you’re refusing to let him in any further, making the friction that much better for him.
and for you.
his hands grip firmly under your thighs, keeping you lifted as your body rises and falls with the rhythm he sets. your arms wrap around his shoulders, nails pressing into them while your moans grow freer, louder. forgetting where you are, forgetting the risk of what you’re doing.
your body starts to move along with his thrusts, your legs wrapped around his hips as you bounce against him with every motion. each deep push pulls a loud, pleasured moan from your lips, dragging you closer to another orgasm.
your walls tighten around his thickness, drawing rough, low groans from him, just as affected as you are.
“if you stop again— i swear—” you try to speak, breathless, your voice breaking between gasps and soft whines, barely managing a threat.
“be quiet.” he cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, swallowing both your moans into the kiss.
soobin has a particular way of kissing, one that throws you off balance every time. his lips are soft, deep, intent on tasting every part of your mouth, but he uses his tongue just as much, seeking yours out, playing with it. and from the sounds he makes, you can tell he’s melting into it, just as much as you are, even if he’s the one still in control.
you force your hips to move with his rhythm, and push it just a little further, as much as you can in this position, where he’s the one pinning you against the door.
your legs tighten around his hips, your own lifting and pressing down against him in uneven, messy motions. purely desperate. you refuse to let soobin be better than you, refuse to let him lose the image you have of him as a loser. partly because you know he is, and you like that.
yeah, you like that.
but before you can keep going, even as you hear the way his tone starts to slip, his hands grip you tighter.
and his hips start snapping into you. fast, deep, merciless now.
“are you seriously trying to compete right now?” he says, breathless, watching you fall apart into a mess of sharp moans and desperate cries, his cock hitting that spot inside you over and over until your head goes hazy, your thoughts narrowing down to nothing but how good it feels.
“soobin— wait, slow down—” you plead, even though you know you don’t want that. and for your bad luck, he knows it too. that’s why he doesn’t slow down, only speeds up, driving himself deeper into you, pulling louder cries of his name from your lips. “just— give me a second— soobin— please—”
he smiles against your mouth, barely letting you pull away from the kiss long enough to speak, your body rising and falling, the door rattling softly with each impact, your legs trembling around his hips. and even with how tight you feel, how loud you are, how you cling to him, he still notices them.
“is this all you’ve got?” he murmurs against your lips, breathless, voice rough, feeling the way you tighten around him, drawing a strained groan from deep in his chest.
you’d love to answer, but your head is a mess. no thoughts. no words. no responses, no attitude, nothing. you can’t even think about how it feels anymore, only feel it. blinded by the way he keeps pounding into you. cockdrunk.
“come on, yn,” he groans against your mouth, shifting just enough to press his lips to your ear. a shiver runs down your spine, your legs tightening around his hips, that knot in your stomach pulling tight, warning you how close you are. how hard you’re about to cum. “tell me you can take it.”
“i… i can’t—shit, soobin—s’good.” you barely manage in response to what he asks, moaning loudly, lost, digging your nails into his shoulders and closing your eyes tight, begging to be let go already—because it feels so good you can’t take it anymore.
“thought you could handle me better than this.” he laughs against your ear, earning a frustrated moan from you this time.
“stop being mean.” you whine, a real whimper, like you truly can’t take what he’s saying.
and that makes him shift focus.
his firm hands stay under your thighs, plunging fast and deep into you. he throws his head back to look at you, so stupidly sensitive.
“you’re taking me so well.” he says, voice rough but tone soft. the softest he can manage while so worked up.
his balls tighten, warning him that his orgasm is about to blow, but he won’t let go until you do first. he wants to see you at your peak.
your eyes open, looking at him, confused by the sudden change, for the first time not arguing with him. but his sweet voice pulls you closer to the edge.
you part your lips to respond, but nothing comes out, just desperate moans.
“don’t… stop…” you moan, feeling your body tense completely, bracing for an impact you’re not ready for.
you look at him, frowning, heart hammering, mind consumed only by how good it feels.
soobin leans in to whisper in your ear again, his hands gripping tighter as he feels you clench around him, drawing him even closer while you’re doing the same.
“that’s it, don’t stop,” he murmurs in your ear, voice rough, breath sending shivers down your spine. “let go.”
your back arches, as if his words were the final drop to overflow the cup. his name spills from your lips in a loud whimper, the shudder of your orgasm pulsing through you violently.
at the same time, your voice hits his ear and it’s enough. he releases inside you too, groaning, digging his fingers into your skin. he slows the movement of his hips, rocking you gently so you can both descend from climax with pleasure.
your walls still feel him sliding slowly in and out, prolonging the bliss far longer than you expected.
finally, you collapse, your body spent.
soobin presses his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, calming his breath as he stops moving.
your hair is a mess, your clothes a wreck, and yet it’s nothing compared to the chaos in your head.
one of your hands drifts up to his hair, caressing it almost unconsciously.
“we should stop doing this,” you murmur, breathless. soobin lifts his head, looking almost as wrecked as you. “it doesn’t suit us.”
he laughs, still worked up. “you’re still pretending you’re not affected?”
“i’m perfectly fine, actually.”
soobin tilts his head, narrowing his eyes. “sure you are, look at you. your face says otherwise.”
your lips curl in a smile, involuntarily. “shut up.”
when he finally lowers you and you fix your clothes, you try to run your hands through your hair, but it seems impossible— the mix of sweat, the mess, even the scent of sex is clinging to both of you.
soobin buttons up his jeans again, clearing his throat. “so… coffee or not?”
you adjust your top, trying to hide your nipples through the fabric, rolling your eyes at him.
“whatever… you’re paying.”
the walk to the campus café is quiet, maybe a little awkward. because outside of how good it feels to kiss soobin and how he makes you cum, it doesn’t change the fact that, aside from that, you’re still two people who can barely stand each other.
“an americano?” he asks once you step into the empty space, wooden chairs and the delicious smell of coffee in the air.
you shake your head. “i prefer a latte.”
“noted.”
you cross your arms next to him while he speaks to the barista, a little shy, trying not to show that minutes ago he’d filled you with his cum. though anyone could tell just by looking at you both.
the girl nods at the order, but her eyes flick to you beside him. because everyone knows you. because they’ve never seen you with anyone, much less someone like choi soobin.
“do you need my name for the coffee?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
she shakes her head. “no, i already know it.”
you dodge her gaze, nodding. “thought so.”
with both coffees in hand, soobin and you find the table closest to the window, sipping in silence.
“what time is it?” you ask, glancing at him, though you know if you keep looking you’ll have to start admitting things you don’t want to.
soobin looks down at his phone. “10:17.”
“mmh,” you murmur, stirring your cup, “early.”
soobin chuckles quietly. “very early.”
this time you join in, your lips curling into a smile.
“so… we’re just going to pretend none of that happened?” soobin asks after a silence, hands wrapped around his coffee.
your gaze stays on the window. “yep.”
“so it’s not going to happen again—”
you look at him. “do you want it to?”
“don’t you?” he puts his cup down, lowering his voice as if feeling watched. “i think we… got along… pretty well.”
“pretty well is one way to put it,” you murmur, almost sarcastic. and take another sip. “i’ll consider it.”
his lips curl. “consider it?” he leans in, speaking softly. “you don’t think you can handle it?”
you roll your eyes, looking at him again. “don’t start.”
“what?” he raises his hands, innocent. still smiling. “who handled who better?”
“you’re being unfair,” you point out, setting your cup on the table. “you can’t compare yourself to me, you do this every week.”
soobin frowns. “every week?”
“the streams,” you murmur, like you don’t want anyone else to hear. “you’re used to it.”
“used to it? it’s not even the same,” he huffs. “it’s different using a… you know, it’s different.”
“you’re still used to it,” you raise an eyebrow, “i’m not used to…”
he notices it’s hard for you to find the right words. “to…?”
“shut up,” you shake your head, smiling. “besides, you had me cornered.”
“oh,” he laughs, taking another sip of his americano. “and in another position you think you could handle it better?”
“we’ll see.”
soobin chuckles softly, enjoying how hard it is for you to admit it. his eyes drift to the window, watching students walk across campus.
“i know you won’t admit it, but… i wouldn’t mind if it happened again, manon.”
your body tenses at that name. “manon?”
soobin quickly looks down, back to you instead of the girl he just watched through the window.
“yn. sorry, yn. i meant—”
but the campus bell rings, and you stand up before he can stop you.
( ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ) soobin had no idea how complicated his life would become when his biggest secret was discovered by the most popular girl on campus — and he certainly never expected to end up tangled in her sheets.
smut. enemies to lovers. blackmail. manipulation. slow burn. academic pressure. excessive use of the word pathetic. regina george inspired reader. power imbalance. online content. camming. size kink. voyeurism. masturbation. degradation. edging. ft manon katseye.
this chapter was so delicious to write, i (s)creamed
as soon as soobin’s fingers brush against your underwear, your own dig into his shoulder, clinging to whatever scraps of composure you have left.
you hate how easily he slips under your skin, how effortless it is for him. but there’s nothing you can do about it, not when the first thing you feel is that sharp pull deep in your stomach as his fingers graze your clit through the fabric, reminding you exactly how good they felt buried inside you, drawing you over the edge.
a sensation you couldn’t recreate with your own fingers.
his lips return to your neck, lavishing attention on your skin, tasting every inch as though you were some decadent dessert he could never tire of.
your eyes roll back for a moment, your head tipping to the opposite side, baring more of yourself to him. his fingers hook into your underwear, nudging it aside, brushing along your folds with two fingers, smearing your wetness over them.
“you’re already wet,” he murmurs against your skin, teeth sinking into the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. you moan. loud, helpless, almost inevitable. “and i’ve barely even started.”
his fingers are slow, teasing, finding your clit and circling it with delicate precision that makes your legs tense.
“mmh, soobin—” you murmur, his name slipping out of you like a soft purr.
your hands drift down almost involuntarily, like you have no control over them, grasping at the edge of his trousers and tugging him closer.
“feels good?” he asks into your ear, a quiet laugh undercutting his voice. his breath sends a shiver down your spine.
you’d love to tell him no— that he’s doing it wrong, that he’s not nearly good enough. but it would be a complete lie.
“mhm.” you barely manage, your back arching in response to the soft brush of his fingertips against your clit.
he pulls back slightly, just enough to indulge himself in the sight of your expression melting, your composure crumbling under just a few touches, and before you can say anything, his lips are on yours, devouring you.
a gasp slips from your throat when you feel his fingers slide inside you, your own walls betraying you as they tighten around them, letting him know just how much you like it.
his fingers keep a slow, deliberate pace, brushing and reaching that spot inside you with the pads of his fingers before pulling back, only to repeat it again. it’s enough to make you moan into his mouth, those soft sounds of pleasure spilling out of you but this time it doesn’t feel overwhelming, it feels focused.
too focused.
“yn,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rougher than it usually is, “let me go down on you.”
just the thought knots your stomach, heat rushing up to your cheeks as he keeps kissing you, but he pulls back just enough to ask, softly, almost like he needs your permission.
“okay.” you whisper in return, your voice so quiet, so delicate, you barely recognise it as your own. soobin smiles against your mouth and doesn’t waste a second.
he moves down slowly, lowering himself in front of you while his fingers keep sliding in and out at that same unhurried rhythm, making sure your entrance keeps tightening around them in response.
a soft whine slips out of you when his fingers leave you, but his hands tug your panties down, giving himself the space he needs to taste you.
he taps lightly against your thigh, a silent cue for you to lift your leg over his shoulder. and you do, too dazed to argue with him like you normally would.
when he leans in and you feel his breath ghost over your bare cunt, a shiver runs through your entire body, your hands finding his head almost on instinct.
soobin wets his lips, barely a breath away from you, his eyes lifting to watch you, paying attention to what you like, what you don’t.
your fingers tangle into his hair when you finally feel the first drag of his tongue over your clit, your whole body trembles, like you’re not used to this.
because you’re not.
but as much as he loves the idea of watching you, his eyes flutter shut on their own at the taste hitting his tongue, his brows knitting slightly with just how much he’s enjoying it.
your fingers tug at his hair tighter, almost fighting to push him away when he starts to properly eat you out, slow licks that savour your most intimate parts, taking his time to suck at your clit while feeling you writhe in response.
“soobin—!”
your whine echoes through the room, a sound that tells him exactly how much you like it, urging him to keep going, even as you pull at his hair like you’re trying to drag him away.
the problem is, he has no intention of stopping— not when you taste like this, not when you fall apart so easily on his tongue.
for a moment, it feels like your brain shuts off completely. you don’t care about the reputation you built, or whether someone might find you, or the fact that the two of you are supposed to hate each other.
all you can think about is the way he’s eating you, the sounds he makes like he’s actually enjoying your taste.
“shit—” you tug harder at his hair, trying to pull away just enough to get a break from the overwhelming sensation. it’s too much.
but his hands grip your hips, holding you in place, keeping you right where he wants you, even if you’re not really hearing whatever he’s mumbling against you, too lost in the brush of his breath against your skin.
“wait, soob— wait—” your whines turn more desperate, soobin’s tongue tracing patterns all over your cunt, keeping a rhythm that makes it impossible to pretend he’s not undoing you.
he smiles against your cunt, not once stopping the way his tongue teases you, tasting the slick your body keeps giving him the closer you get to the edge.
it’s not hard to notice. not when you’re clutching at his hair like you need something to keep you grounded, when he can feel your leg trembling over his shoulder. and your moans… they’re loud, echoing through the entire music room.
you’re lucky the walls are soundproof.
one of his hands leaves your hip to push two fingers back inside you, joining in on driving you right to the edge. your hips arch involuntarily, and his eyes flick open just to watch you lose control of yourself.
the sight is beautiful to him, though he’d never admit it. your brows drawn together, your lips parted in broken moans, your cheeks flushed, even the outline of your hardened nipples pressing against the fabric of your top.
his mouth waters, sucking at your clit while his fingers curl in that come hither motion, pushing you exactly where you need to be.
or… almost.
because just as your body tenses, when you’re a split second away from falling apart, his fingers slip out of you and he leans back, pulling his mouth away completely.
a frustrated moan spills from your lips, your eyes snapping open as you feel your orgasm slip away somewhere deep inside you, out of reach, like you won’t be able to get it back. you look down, annoyed, in disbelief, ready to blame him for every bad thing in the world.
“i was—” you try to speak, but you’re so breathless, your thoughts so tangled you can’t form anything coherent. “you fucking bastard, i was so close—”
soobin laughs, cutting off your threat, wiping your slick with the back of his hand.
he rises to his feet, never breaking eye contact with you. until your gaze is the one that drops, drawn to the movement of his hands.
unbuttoning his jeans.
“if you’re gonna go all dumb like this,” he says, freeing his erection from his underwear, “it’s gonna be on my cock.”
his arms slide beneath your legs to lift you, holding you by the thighs as he presses your back against the door. your eyes widen in surprise—he still catches you off guard with how easily he handles you, like you weigh nothing at all.
you feel the brush of his tip against your entrance, and your legs tense.
“wait,” you say, looking up at him, “don’t you have a condom?”
he blinks. “a cond— no, yn, i don’t have one.”
your chest rises and falls, breath uneven.
“is that a problem for you?” he asks, brows lifting with genuine concern.
you shake your head. “no, no. forget it.”
“we can stop if you want—”
“soobin,” you cut in, firm, almost pleading, “just do it.”
his lips curl into a mocking smile. “whatever the princess wants.”
despite the urgency between you, soobin guides his hips carefully as he pushes into you. your walls tighten around his tip, drawing a deep breath from him, his brows knitting together as you try to hold his gaze.
“tell me if it hurts.” he murmurs, husky, easing his hips forward while lowering you slowly, helping you adjust to his size, his thickness. soobin knows he’s big, knows it might be difficult for you at first, and he’d rather be gentle than think only of himself.
but don’t forget, he still hates you. of course.
“it hurts,” you whisper, letting out a soft moan as you bite your lip to ground yourself through the feeling, “but i like it like this.”
he smiles, rolling his hips forward and back at a slow pace, giving you the chance to decide if you want to keep going. even so, rough sounds slip from his throat, low with pleasure.
and from your lips spill moans you can’t hold back, his tip hitting exactly where you need it, just like his fingers did before.
“fuck… you feel so good.” slips from his lips as his hips start to pick up their pace, slowly, feeling the way your walls tighten around him like you’re refusing to let him in any further, making the friction that much better for him.
and for you.
his hands grip firmly under your thighs, keeping you lifted as your body rises and falls with the rhythm he sets. your arms wrap around his shoulders, nails pressing into them while your moans grow freer, louder. forgetting where you are, forgetting the risk of what you’re doing.
your body starts to move along with his thrusts, your legs wrapped around his hips as you bounce against him with every motion. each deep push pulls a loud, pleasured moan from your lips, dragging you closer to another orgasm.
your walls tighten around his thickness, drawing rough, low groans from him, just as affected as you are.
“if you stop again— i swear—” you try to speak, breathless, your voice breaking between gasps and soft whines, barely managing a threat.
“be quiet.” he cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, swallowing both your moans into the kiss.
soobin has a particular way of kissing, one that throws you off balance every time. his lips are soft, deep, intent on tasting every part of your mouth, but he uses his tongue just as much, seeking yours out, playing with it. and from the sounds he makes, you can tell he’s melting into it, just as much as you are, even if he’s the one still in control.
you force your hips to move with his rhythm, and push it just a little further, as much as you can in this position, where he’s the one pinning you against the door.
your legs tighten around his hips, your own lifting and pressing down against him in uneven, messy motions. purely desperate. you refuse to let soobin be better than you, refuse to let him lose the image you have of him as a loser. partly because you know he is, and you like that.
yeah, you like that.
but before you can keep going, even as you hear the way his tone starts to slip, his hands grip you tighter.
and his hips start snapping into you. fast, deep, merciless now.
“are you seriously trying to compete right now?” he says, breathless, watching you fall apart into a mess of sharp moans and desperate cries, his cock hitting that spot inside you over and over until your head goes hazy, your thoughts narrowing down to nothing but how good it feels.
“soobin— wait, slow down—” you plead, even though you know you don’t want that. and for your bad luck, he knows it too. that’s why he doesn’t slow down, only speeds up, driving himself deeper into you, pulling louder cries of his name from your lips. “just— give me a second— soobin— please—”
he smiles against your mouth, barely letting you pull away from the kiss long enough to speak, your body rising and falling, the door rattling softly with each impact, your legs trembling around his hips. and even with how tight you feel, how loud you are, how you cling to him, he still notices them.
“is this all you’ve got?” he murmurs against your lips, breathless, voice rough, feeling the way you tighten around him, drawing a strained groan from deep in his chest.
you’d love to answer, but your head is a mess. no thoughts. no words. no responses, no attitude, nothing. you can’t even think about how it feels anymore, only feel it. blinded by the way he keeps pounding into you. cockdrunk.
“come on, yn,” he groans against your mouth, shifting just enough to press his lips to your ear. a shiver runs down your spine, your legs tightening around his hips, that knot in your stomach pulling tight, warning you how close you are. how hard you’re about to cum. “tell me you can take it.”
“i… i can’t—shit, soobin—s’good.” you barely manage in response to what he asks, moaning loudly, lost, digging your nails into his shoulders and closing your eyes tight, begging to be let go already—because it feels so good you can’t take it anymore.
“thought you could handle me better than this.” he laughs against your ear, earning a frustrated moan from you this time.
“stop being mean.” you whine, a real whimper, like you truly can’t take what he’s saying.
and that makes him shift focus.
his firm hands stay under your thighs, plunging fast and deep into you. he throws his head back to look at you, so stupidly sensitive.
“you’re taking me so well.” he says, voice rough but tone soft. the softest he can manage while so worked up.
his balls tighten, warning him that his orgasm is about to blow, but he won’t let go until you do first. he wants to see you at your peak.
your eyes open, looking at him, confused by the sudden change, for the first time not arguing with him. but his sweet voice pulls you closer to the edge.
you part your lips to respond, but nothing comes out, just desperate moans.
“don’t… stop…” you moan, feeling your body tense completely, bracing for an impact you’re not ready for.
you look at him, frowning, heart hammering, mind consumed only by how good it feels.
soobin leans in to whisper in your ear again, his hands gripping tighter as he feels you clench around him, drawing him even closer while you’re doing the same.
“that’s it, don’t stop,” he murmurs in your ear, voice rough, breath sending shivers down your spine. “let go.”
your back arches, as if his words were the final drop to overflow the cup. his name spills from your lips in a loud whimper, the shudder of your orgasm pulsing through you violently.
at the same time, your voice hits his ear and it’s enough. he releases inside you too, groaning, digging his fingers into your skin. he slows the movement of his hips, rocking you gently so you can both descend from climax with pleasure.
your walls still feel him sliding slowly in and out, prolonging the bliss far longer than you expected.
finally, you collapse, your body spent.
soobin presses his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, calming his breath as he stops moving.
your hair is a mess, your clothes a wreck, and yet it’s nothing compared to the chaos in your head.
one of your hands drifts up to his hair, caressing it almost unconsciously.
“we should stop doing this,” you murmur, breathless. soobin lifts his head, looking almost as wrecked as you. “it doesn’t suit us.”
he laughs, still worked up. “you’re still pretending you’re not affected?”
“i’m perfectly fine, actually.”
soobin tilts his head, narrowing his eyes. “sure you are, look at you. your face says otherwise.”
your lips curl in a smile, involuntarily. “shut up.”
when he finally lowers you and you fix your clothes, you try to run your hands through your hair, but it seems impossible— the mix of sweat, the mess, even the scent of sex is clinging to both of you.
soobin buttons up his jeans again, clearing his throat. “so… coffee or not?”
you adjust your top, trying to hide your nipples through the fabric, rolling your eyes at him.
“whatever… you’re paying.”
the walk to the campus café is quiet, maybe a little awkward. because outside of how good it feels to kiss soobin and how he makes you cum, it doesn’t change the fact that, aside from that, you’re still two people who can barely stand each other.
“an americano?” he asks once you step into the empty space, wooden chairs and the delicious smell of coffee in the air.
you shake your head. “i prefer a latte.”
“noted.”
you cross your arms next to him while he speaks to the barista, a little shy, trying not to show that minutes ago he’d filled you with his cum. though anyone could tell just by looking at you both.
the girl nods at the order, but her eyes flick to you beside him. because everyone knows you. because they’ve never seen you with anyone, much less someone like choi soobin.
“do you need my name for the coffee?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
she shakes her head. “no, i already know it.”
you dodge her gaze, nodding. “thought so.”
with both coffees in hand, soobin and you find the table closest to the window, sipping in silence.
“what time is it?” you ask, glancing at him, though you know if you keep looking you’ll have to start admitting things you don’t want to.
soobin looks down at his phone. “10:17.”
“mmh,” you murmur, stirring your cup, “early.”
soobin chuckles quietly. “very early.”
this time you join in, your lips curling into a smile.
“so… we’re just going to pretend none of that happened?” soobin asks after a silence, hands wrapped around his coffee.
your gaze stays on the window. “yep.”
“so it’s not going to happen again—”
you look at him. “do you want it to?”
“don’t you?” he puts his cup down, lowering his voice as if feeling watched. “i think we… got along… pretty well.”
“pretty well is one way to put it,” you murmur, almost sarcastic. and take another sip. “i’ll consider it.”
his lips curl. “consider it?” he leans in, speaking softly. “you don’t think you can handle it?”
you roll your eyes, looking at him again. “don’t start.”
“what?” he raises his hands, innocent. still smiling. “who handled who better?”
“you’re being unfair,” you point out, setting your cup on the table. “you can’t compare yourself to me, you do this every week.”
soobin frowns. “every week?”
“the streams,” you murmur, like you don’t want anyone else to hear. “you’re used to it.”
“used to it? it’s not even the same,” he huffs. “it’s different using a… you know, it’s different.”
“you’re still used to it,” you raise an eyebrow, “i’m not used to…”
he notices it’s hard for you to find the right words. “to…?”
“shut up,” you shake your head, smiling. “besides, you had me cornered.”
“oh,” he laughs, taking another sip of his americano. “and in another position you think you could handle it better?”
“we’ll see.”
soobin chuckles softly, enjoying how hard it is for you to admit it. his eyes drift to the window, watching students walk across campus.
“i know you won’t admit it, but… i wouldn’t mind if it happened again, manon.”
your body tenses at that name. “manon?”
soobin quickly looks down, back to you instead of the girl he just watched through the window.
“yn. sorry, yn. i meant—”
but the campus bell rings, and you stand up before he can stop you.
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ religion's in your lips even if it's a false god 𓈒 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ
۶ৎ ALTERNATIVE : boynextdoor when you pull away while making out ۶ৎ PAIRING : boynextdoor x reader ۶ৎ GENRE(S) : fluff ~ ۶ৎ WARNING(S) : yearner riwoo, long hair jaehyun, taesan pinning you to the couch (TRIPLE COMBO !!! NOT FOR THE WEAK HEART 😭🙂↕️) ۶ৎ WORD COUNT : 0.8k - 1.3k words / member
۶ৎ A/N : I had to indulge my long hair jaehyun delusions so this came out of it...
ˋ ⌞⋮ SUNGHO .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗
It starts innocently enough—well, as innocent as making out with Sungho can be. He's always so controlled, so measured in everything he does, and that extends to this too. His hands are gentle on your waist, his lips moving against yours with careful precision, like he's trying to memorize every detail.
But you're feeling a little bold today. A little dangerous.
So when he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to get a better angle, you pull back just slightly. Not enough to fully break away, but enough that his lips chase yours for a split second before he catches himself.
His eyes flutter open, slightly dazed, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What—"
You don't let him finish, leaning back in to kiss him again. He relaxes immediately, that little crease between his brows smoothing out as he cups your face with one hand. His kiss becomes more insistent, tongue sweeping against your bottom lip, and you feel his other hand slide from your waist to the small of your back, pressing you closer.
This time when you pull away again, you catch the exact moment confusion shifts into realization. His eyes darken considerably, pupils blown wide as he stares at you. The hand on your back flexes, fingers pressing into your skin even through your shirt.
"Are you..." he starts, voice already rough and lower than usual. He swallows hard, and you watch his throat work. "Are you doing that on purpose?"
The barely restrained frustration in his tone sends heat pooling in your stomach. You try to look innocent, biting back a smile. "Doing what?"
Sungho’s jaw clenches, and you see his chest rise and fall with a deep breath, a familiar sign of him trying to steady himself. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just watches you with those intense dark eyes, and you can practically see him trying to maintain control.
Then slowly, deliberately, he leans back in. Both hands come up to frame your face, and the way he holds you is almost possessive. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and his eyes track the movement with an intensity that makes your breath catch.
"Don't," he murmurs, and his voice has dropped even lower. It's not a request—it's a warning. "Don't pull away again."
But of course, you do.
The sound he makes is devastating, somewhere between a groan and your name, rough and frustrated. In one smooth movement, his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling firmly in your hair. It's not painful, but definitely controlling. His other hand grips your hip hard enough that you feel the heat of his palm through the fabric.
"I'm trying," he breathes out, and you can hear how strained his voice is, "to be patient with you."
He pulls you closer—or maybe pushes himself closer, you're not sure—until there's no space between you at all. You can feel the heat radiating off him, feel his heart racing against your chest, feel the tension coiled tight in his muscles.
“But you keep—” He breaks himself off with a sharp breath, the words failing him. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, eyes falling shut as if he needs the contact to steady himself, as if proximity is the only thing keeping him anchored. When he opens them again, the look on his face is raw, unguarded, almost desperate. “Do you have any idea,” he asks quietly, voice strained, “what you’re doing to me?”
His hand in your hair tightens just slightly, angling your head back. The movement is controlled but barely, and you can see the exact moment his carefully maintained composure starts to crack.
"One more time," he warns, voice barely above a whisper but somehow more intense for it. His lips hover just barely above yours, so close you can feel his breath. "Pull away one more time and I won't be gentle anymore."
It should probably intimidate you, but instead it sends a thrill down your spine. You can feel him trembling slightly with the effort of restraint, can see the war between his natural control and his desire written plainly across his face.
"I'm serious," he continues, and now his lips brush against yours with every word. "I'm trying so hard to be good, to take my time, but you're making it impossible."
His hand slides from your hip to your lower back, then lower still, pulling you even more firmly against him. The kiss he gives you then is harder, more demanding, his tongue sliding against yours with clear intent. When his teeth catch your bottom lip, you gasp, and he takes full advantage, kissing you deeper until you're dizzy with it.
He pulls back just enough to speak, and his voice is absolutely wrecked. "So be good for me," he murmurs against your lips, and the please is unspoken but clear in his tone. "Stop teasing me, got it sweetheart?"
When he kisses you again, it's with single-minded focus, like kissing you is the only thing that matters in the world. His hand tightens in your hair, the other sliding under the hem of your shirt just enough that his fingers brush bare skin. The touch makes you shiver, and you feel him smile against your lips.
"That's better," he breathes, sounding almost relieved. "Much better."
This time, you don't even think about pulling away.
ˋ ⌞⋮ RIWOO .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗
Riwoo kisses with complete focus and surprising intensity hidden beneath a gentle exterior. His hands are soft where they rest on your waist, his lips moving against yours with careful attention, like he's trying to get every detail just right.
You almost feel bad for what you're about to do.
Almost.
When he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, you pull back just slightly. His eyes flutter open immediately, wide and confused, lips still parted. "Did I... did I do something wrong?" he asks softly, concern evident in his voice.
"No," you assure him quickly, leaning back in. "You're perfect."
He relaxes at that, a shy smile crossing his face before you kiss him again. This time he's a little more confident, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric of your shirt. You feel him sigh contentedly against your lips, and that's when you pull away again.
"Oh," he breathes out, and you can see him trying to figure out what's happening. His eyebrows furrow adorably, head tilting like he's solving a puzzle. "Are you... do you need a break? We can—"
You cut him off with another kiss, and this time you feel the exact moment he realizes what you're doing. His sharp intake of breath, the way his fingers suddenly grip your waist a little tighter, the slight tremor that runs through him.
When you pull back the third time, his reaction is completely different.
“You’re teasing me,” he says, the words barely audible, more confession than accusation. His ears have gone pink, heat creeping up his neck, but his eyes give him away—there’s a new intensity there, a shadow beneath the softness you know so well. “You're doing this on purpose.”
Before you can respond, he's leaning back in, and this time his kiss is less careful. His hands slide from your waist to your back, pulling you closer with more force than you expected from him. When your lips meet, you can feel the desperation already building in the way he kisses you—deeper, more insistent, like he's trying to keep you from pulling away through sheer determination.
But you do it anyway.
"Please," he breathes out, and the sound goes straight through you. His voice is shaky, strained. "Please don't— I can't—"
He cuts himself off, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel him trembling, feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. When you look at him, his eyes are squeezed shut, jaw clenched like he's trying to compose himself.
"This is torture," he whispers, and there's a whine in his voice that makes your stomach flip. "You're torturing me."
His hands are restless now, one sliding up your back, fingers splaying across your shoulder blade, the other moving to your hip and squeezing. You've never seen him like this—usually so controlled, so precise in his movements, now barely holding himself together.
"Riwoo," you murmur, and his eyes snap open.
The look he gives you is devastating, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and red from all the kissing, cheeks warm with colour. It’s not just desire, but a soft, aching plea tangled with a frustration you’ve never seen on him before, unfamiliar and vulnerable, like he’s losing control that it both unsettles and exposes him.
"I need—" he starts, then stops, swallowing hard. His voice drops lower, rougher. "I need you to stop pulling away. I don't... I can't think when you do that."
To prove his point, he kisses you again, and this time there's nothing gentle about it. His hand comes up to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he angles your face exactly how he wants it. His other hand slips under the hem of your shirt, and the feeling of his palm against your bare skin makes you gasp.
He takes advantage immediately, deepening the kiss, and you feel him shaking with the effort of maintaining some semblance of control. His thumb traces patterns on your skin that make you shiver, and he makes this small sound in the back of his throat that's pure need.
When you start to pull back again, his grip tightens instantly.
"No," he says firmly, and the command in his voice surprises both of you. His eyes widen slightly, like he can't believe he just said that, but he doesn't take it back. "Stay. Please stay."
The "please" softens it, but there's still an edge of desperation that makes your heart race. He's looking at you like the thought of you pulling away again might actually break him.
"I'm trying so hard to be good," he confesses, voice cracking slightly. His forehead drops to your shoulder, and you can feel his breath hot against your neck. "But you keep— every time you pull away, I—"
He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he presses a kiss to your neck, then another, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. The hand in your hair tightens, and suddenly he's pulling your head back gently, exposing more of your neck to his lips.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice dropped so low it feels almost dangerous. “To see me lose control.”
His kisses trail up your neck, along your jaw, until his lips are hovering over yours again. He's breathing hard, chest heaving, and you can see the internal war playing out across his face—the Riwoo who’s always gentle, always careful, pressed up against a need that’s sharper, more urgent, tugging insistently at his restraint.
"Well, congratulations," he whispers, and then he's kissing you again with an intensity that steals your breath. "You won."
This time when his tongue slides against yours, when his hands grip you tighter, when he presses impossibly closer, you don't even think about pulling away. You couldn't if you wanted to, not with how he's holding you, kissing you like he's been starving for it.
"No more teasing," he breathes between kisses, and it's still soft, still Riwoo, but there's steel underneath it now. "I can't take any more. Please."
And the way he says please—broken, desperate and so, so honest—makes you want to give him everything he asks for.
ˋ ⌞⋮ JAEHYUN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗
Jaehyun kisses like he's enjoying every second of it—which, knowing him, he absolutely is. There's a smile on his lips even as they move against yours, his hands warm and secure on your waist, thumbs tracing idle patterns that make you want to melt into him.
His hair has gotten longer recently, falling into his face as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, and you can't resist reaching up to run your fingers through it. He makes a pleased sound at that, leaning into your touch.
That's when you pull away.
His eyes open slowly, still half-lidded and hazy, a confused smile playing on his lips. "Hm?"
You just smile innocently and lean back in, kissing him again before he can question it. He responds immediately, enthusiastically, one hand sliding up your back. But just as he's really getting into it, you pull away again.
This time, his eyes sharpen with understanding.
“Oh,” he says, the confusion easing as his smile shifts into a knowing curve. “Oh—I get it now.”
Before you can say anything, he's laughing that bright, delighted laugh of his. "You're messing with me right now. You're actually messing with me."
"I don't know what you mean," you try, but he's already shaking his head.
"Okay, okay," he says, still grinning. "So we're playing games? I love games."
He leans back in, but this time when you try to pull away, his hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you in place firmly enough that you can't escape. His kiss is deeper this time, more purposeful, and you feel him smile against your lips.
Then he pulls away first.
"How does it feel?" he asks, voice teasing. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he watches your reaction with obvious amusement. "Not so fun when it happens to you, right?"
Two can play this game, apparently.
He kisses you again, and just when you're sinking into it, he breaks away with a playful smirk. "Oops."
"Jaehyun—"
"What?" He's grinning fully now, eyes sparkling with mischief. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To play around?"
His hair falls forward into his face as he leans closer, and you reach up to brush it back without thinking. His expression shifts slightly at the touch, eyes darkening just a fraction, but the smile remains.
"You keep touching my hair," he observes, voice a little lower now. "Do you like it longer?"
Before you can answer, he's kissing you again, and this time you can feel the teasing energy start to shift more intensely. His fingers tangle in your hair, mimicking your earlier action, and when you gasp softly, he makes a satisfied sound.
You pull away again—you can't help it, it's too fun—and this time his reaction is different.
"Okay," he says, and his voice has lost some of that playful edge. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face, and you watch his jaw clench slightly. "Okay, you need to stop doing that."
"Why?" you ask innocently, and his eyes flash.
"Because," he says, leaning in close enough that his lips brush against yours as he speaks, "I'm trying really hard to play along and be fun about this, but you're making it really difficult."
His hair falls forward again, tickling your face, and he makes a frustrated sound. In one smooth motion, he reaches back and gathers his hair, tying it up into a small ponytail with the hair tie he keeps on his wrist. The movement makes his arms flex, his jaw set in concentration, and you can't help but stare.
He notices, of course. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Yeah,” he murmurs, gaze dropping to your lips. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”
He kisses you again, and with his hair out of the way, it's different—more intense, more focused. His hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you closer, and you can feel the shift in his energy. The playfulness hasn’t disappeared, but beneath it is a seriousness that wasn’t there before, an insistence that asks instead of teases, that wants instead of jokes.
When you try to pull away this time, he doesn't let you.
"Nuh-uh," he murmurs against your lips. "My turn now."
His hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you deeper. There's a confidence in the way he takes control, like he's done playing your game and has decided to start his own. His other hand slips under the hem of your shirt, palm hot against your skin, and you feel him smile when you shiver.
"See, the thing is," he says, pulling back just enough to speak, "I was having fun letting you tease me. It was cute." His thumb traces your jawline as his eyes lock onto yours. "But now I'm thinking about all the ways I could tease you back."
To prove his point, he kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders, and one of them tangles in his ponytail without thinking, tugging slightly.
The sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a laugh.
"Oh, so you can pull my hair but I can't—" He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, his hand comes up to thread through your hair, gripping gently and tilting your head back. "That's not very fair, is it?"
His lips return to your neck, kissing and biting softly, and you can feel him smiling against your skin when you gasp. “There you go,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “That’s the reaction I was looking for.”
When he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are darker than before, pupils blown wide. "No more pulling away," he says, and it's not quite a command but not quite a request either. His hand tightens slightly in your hair. "You had your fun. Now let me have mine."
He kisses you again, and this time there's no teasing, no games. Just intensity, heat and the feeling of his body pressed against yours. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your back, sliding up to cup your face, back down to grip your hips.
When you instinctively try to pull back just slightly, probably out of habit more than anything, his grip tightens immediately.
"What did I just say?" he asks, but he's smiling even as he says it. He presses his forehead against yours, breathing hard. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"
His hair tie has come slightly loose, a few strands falling free to frame his face, and without thinking you reach up to fix it. He catches your hand, bringing it to his lips instead.
"Or," he says, eyes glinting with mischief again, "you could just take it out. Since you seem so interested in my hair."
When you do, his hair falls forward, messy and perfect, and he shakes his head slightly to settle it. The movement is casual, but the way he's looking at you is anything but.
"There," he says, leaning in close again. His voice drops lower, more intimate. "Now you can touch it all you want."
And when he kisses you this time—deep, slow and purposeful, his fingers threading through your hair to mirror your touch in his—you forget all about teasing him.
You forget about everything except the way he's holding you, kissing you, like he plans to make up for every single time you pulled away.
"See?" he murmurs against your lips, and you can feel his smile. "Told you I'd be fun.”
ˋ ⌞⋮ TAESAN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗
Making out with Taesan is always intense. He doesn't do anything halfway. When he kisses you, it's with complete focus, like nothing else in the world exists. His hands are firm on your waist, his lips moving against yours with purpose and confidence that makes your head spin.
So really, you should've known better than to tease him.
But you do it anyway.
The first time you pull away, his eyes open slowly, dark and slightly unfocused. He doesn't say anything, just looks at you with a quiet question in his gaze. When you lean back in without explanation, he accepts it, one hand coming up to cup your jaw as he deepens the kiss.
The second time you pull away, you feel the change immediately.
His fingers tighten on your waist—not painfully, but noticeably. His eyes are sharper now when they meet yours, more alert. He's figured it out.
"What are you doing?" His voice is low, quiet, but there's an edge to it.
"Nothing," you say, but you can't quite hide your smile.
Taesan's jaw clenches. He doesn't move for a moment, just watches you with that intense gaze that always makes you feel like he can see right through you. Then, slowly, he leans back in. His hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, grip firm and possessive.
"Don't," he says simply, right before his lips meet yours.
This kiss is different, harder, more demanding. His tongue sweeps against yours with clear intent, his hand tightening in warning when he feels you start to pull back. But you do it anyway, breaking the kiss with a soft laugh.
The look he gives you could melt steel.
"You think this is a joke?" His voice is dangerously quiet, and the tone in his voice makes heat pool in your stomach. He's not smiling. Not even a little bit.
"Maybe a little," you admit.
Wrong answer.
In one fluid motion, Taesan shifts, and suddenly you're the one being pressed back against the couch. He's hovering over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other still gripping your hip. His hair falls forward slightly, shadowing his eyes, and the intensity of his gaze pins you in place.
"You want to play games with me?" he asks, voice still low, a controlled tone that somehow feels more threatening than if he were actually angry. "Okay. Let's play."
He leans down, but instead of kissing your lips, he goes for your neck. His mouth is hot against your skin, teeth grazing lightly before he soothes the spot with his tongue. When you gasp, you feel him smile against your throat.
"What's wrong?" he murmurs, lips brushing your skin as he speaks. "You can dish it out but can't take it?"
His hand slides under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach, and you feel him trace slow patterns on your skin. It's deliberate, teasing, and completely unfair. When you try to squirm, his grip on your hip tightens, holding you still.
"Stay," he commands softly, and the authority in his voice makes you obey without thinking.
He kisses up your neck, along your jaw, getting closer and closer to your lips but never quite getting there. When you turn your head to try to kiss him, he pulls back just enough to stay out of reach, and the smirk on his face is absolutely infuriating.
"Not so fun, is it?" he asks, voice laced with dark amusement. "Being teased?"
"Taesan—"
"What?" He tilts his head, looking at you with false innocence that doesn't match the heat in his eyes at all. "I'm just doing what you did to me. That's fair, right?"
His hand slides higher under your shirt, thumb brushing just below your ribs, and you arch into the touch without meaning to. He notices, of course. He notices everything.
"So sensitive," he observes, and there's satisfaction in his tone. His hand moves back down, tracing patterns that make you shiver. "I barely even touched you."
When he finally kisses you again, it's overwhelming. Deep and consuming, like he's trying to prove a point. His body presses close to yours, and you can feel the tension wound tight beneath his skin, the barely restrained control as he holds himself back.
You try to pull away—instinct, maybe, or maybe you just want to see what he'll do—and his reaction is immediate.
His hand flies up to grip your chin, firmly turning your face back to his. "Don't," he warns, and his voice has gone even lower, rough with frustration. "I'm not playing anymore."
There’s a dangerous edge in his gaze now, sharp enough to steal your breath. He’s always been intense, but this is different. This is Taesan with his patience worn down, his restraint fraying, control slipping just enough to show what he’s been holding back.
"You wanted my attention?" he asks, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. "You have it. All of it. So stop running away."
He kisses you again, harder this time, almost punishing. His hand slips back into your hair, fingers curling with just enough force to steal a breath from you, and he doesn’t hesitate, using the moment to pull you closer, to deepen the kiss until the world tilts and everything feels hazy around the edges. His other hand grips your waist, thumb pressing into your hip bone hard enough that you know you'll feel it tomorrow.
"This is what you do to me," he breathes against your lips, and for the first time you hear how affected he actually is. His voice is ragged, strained. "You drive me crazy. You know that?"
His forehead drops to yours, and you can feel him trembling slightly with the effort of maintaining control. His breathing is heavy, chest heaving against yours.
"Every time you pulled away," he continues, voice barely above a whisper, "all I could think about was how to make you stay. How to make you want me so badly you couldn't even think about leaving."
He pulls back just enough to look at you, and the raw intensity in his gaze steals your breath. "So here's what's going to happen," he says, voice dropping into that commanding tone again. "You're going to stay right here. You're not going to pull away. And you're going to let me kiss you until I'm satisfied. Understood?"
It's not really a question.
When you nod, his expression softens slightly. "Good girl," he murmurs, and the praise sends warmth flooding through you.
This time when he kisses you, it's slower but no less intense. Thorough. Possessive. Like he's claiming you with every brush of his lips, every slide of his tongue. His hands roam your body with purpose, touching, gripping and holding like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.
When he finally pulls back—minutes or hours later, you've lost track—his lips are swollen and red, his eyes dark and satisfied.
"You're so pretty," he says, voice still rough. His thumb traces your jaw gently, a stark contrast to how tightly he was holding you moments ago.
He settles beside you, pulling you against his chest, and you can still feel his heart racing. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining, and he brings it to his lips.
"Next time you want to tease me," he says quietly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, "remember how this ended."
It's a warning and a promise all at once.
And the really dangerous part? You're already thinking about doing it again, just to see what happens.
ˋ ⌞⋮ LEEHAN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗
Leehan kisses the way he does everything else—with a calm, unhurried confidence that somehow makes your heart race more than any urgency could. His hands are gentle on your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones as his lips move against yours with patient precision.
There’s an almost meditative quality to it—how he takes his time, as if he has all day to learn the shape of your mouth. It’s the same focused attention he gives anything that holds his interest—steady, observant, fully present.
Which is exactly why you're curious to see what happens when you disrupt that carefully maintained composure.
When you pull away the first time, he doesn't react much. Just opens his eyes slowly, looking at you with that serene expression he always has, like nothing in the world could disturb his peace. He tilts his head slightly, a small questioning smile on his lips, but he doesn't say anything. Just waits.
You lean back in, and he accepts it without hesitation, picking up exactly where you left off. His kiss is deeper this time, more intentional, and you feel one of his hands slide to the back of your neck, fingers spreading through your hair.
Then you pull away again.
This time, you catch the faintest flicker in his eyes. Not confusion, not frustration, more like… focused interest. Like he’s watching an experiment unfold and quietly filing away observations.
"Interesting," he murmurs, voice still soft and even. His hand stays where it is in your hair, not gripping, just resting. "Are you testing something?"
The casual way he asks it makes you laugh. Leave it to Leehan to treat this like a curious phenomenon rather than actual teasing.
"Maybe," you admit.
He hums thoughtfully, eyes scanning your face with that focused attention he usually reserves for his fish tanks. "I see." Then, simply : "Continue."
It's such a Leehan response that you can't help but smile as you kiss him again. This time his hand tightens just slightly in your hair—barely noticeable, but you feel it. When you pull away for the third time, you're watching for his reaction.
His eyes open slowly, and there’s a shift you can’t ignore. The calm is still there, carefully maintained, but beneath it simmers a heat that hadn’t surfaced before. He looks at you for a long, deliberate moment without saying a word, and the silence feels heavy, charged, far more unsettling than anything he could have spoken.
"Three times," he observes quietly. His thumb traces your bottom lip with deliberate slowness. "You've pulled away three times now."
"Have I?" You try to sound innocent.
"Mm." His gaze drops to your lips, and you watch his jaw tighten almost imperceptibly. "You have."
He leans in again, but this time it's different. Slower. More purposeful. His eyes stay open, locked on yours until the last possible second, and when his lips finally meet yours, the kiss is deeper than before. Consuming. His hand in your hair shifts, fingers curling just enough to keep you in place without being forceful.
When you try to pull away this time, you realize you can't move far. His grip isn't painful, isn't even really tight, but it's firm. Decisive. And the message is clear : he's done letting you control this.
He breaks the kiss himself, but stays close enough that his lips brush yours when he speaks. “I’ve been patient with you,” he murmurs, voice low and even, controlled that it feels almost mesmerizing. There’s an undercurrent to it now, a quiet shift that makes your stomach tighten, that sends awareness sparking through you. His gaze stays locked on yours as he adds, just as softly, “But I think we’re past that.”
His free hand lifts to cradle your face, the touch gentle but unmistakably claiming, a quiet possessiveness threaded through the softness of the gesture. "Do you know what happens when you test someone's patience?" he asks, and it's clearly rhetorical because he continues without waiting for an answer. "You find out exactly how much control they actually have."
He kisses you again, and this time there's no mistaking the intensity behind it. It's still controlled, still measured, but you can feel the restraint it's taking. His tongue slides against yours with clear intent, and the hand on your face angles your head exactly where he wants it.
"I have a lot of patience," he murmurs against your lips. "But even I have limits."
When his hand slides down from your face to your throat, his thumb against your pulse point, you gasp softly. You feel him smile.
"Your heart is racing," he observes, voice still that same quiet, almost clinical tone. But his thumb traces circles on your neck that are anything but clinical. "Interesting. Are you nervous?"
You shake your head, and his smile grows slightly.
"No? Then what?" His eyes search yours with genuine curiosity, edged with a darker intent. "Excited? Anticipating what I'll do next?"
He’s analyzing you even now, reading every reaction—and somehow that makes it worse.
"Let me tell you what I think," he says, leaning in close enough that his breath fans across your lips. "I think you wanted to see what would happen if you pushed me. You wanted to know what I'd be like when I stop being patient."
His hand tightens just slightly around your throat—not restricting, just present, just enough to remind you it's there. "Would you like to see?"
Before you can answer, he's kissing you again, and it's completely overwhelming. Still controlled, still measured, but intense in a way that makes your head spin. His hand stays on your throat, feeling every gasp, every quickening of your pulse, while his other hand finally releases your hair to slide down your back.
When he pulls you closer, you can feel his heart beating against your chest, faster than usual but still steady.
"You're not pulling away now," he notes, pulling back just enough to speak. There's satisfaction in his tone, quiet but unmistakable. "Why is that?"
His hand slides under your shirt, palm flat against your lower back, and the skin-to-skin contact makes you shiver. He notices immediately, of course he does. He notices everything.
"Cold?" he asks, but there's a knowing look in his eyes that says he knows exactly why you shivered, and it has nothing to do with temperature.
"Leehan—" you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, this one somehow even deeper than the last.
"Shh," he soothes between kisses, hand moving in slow circles on your back. "No more talking. No more pulling away. Just focus on this."
When his hand slides higher up your back, fingers tracing your spine, you arch into him without meaning to. His other hand tightens on your throat in response just for a second, just enough to make you gasp, before relaxing again.
"See?" he murmurs, and there's a smugness in his tone now. "You're much better when you stay still. When you let me do what I want."
He kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. "I could do this for hours," he says conversationally, like he's commenting on the weather. "Just finding all the spots that make you react. Learning exactly what you like."
"But first," he says, pulling back to look at you again, "you're going to stay right here and let me kiss you properly. No more games. No more pulling away." His thumb brushes across your throat, feeling your pulse jump. "Can you do that for me?"
It's phrased as a question, but the look in his eyes makes it clear there's only one acceptable answer.
When you nod, his smile is small but genuinely pleased. "Good," he says softly, leaning in again. "That's very good."
And when he kisses you this time—slow, deep and absolutely devastating—you understand exactly what he meant about patience. Because Leehan doesn't rush anything. He takes his time, thorough and methodical, until you forget you ever wanted to pull away in the first place.
Until all you can think about is how to get him to never stop.
ˋ ⌞⋮ WOONHAK .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗
Kissing Woonhak is sweet and a little clumsy in the most endearing way. He's still figuring things out, but he makes up for any lack of experience with sheer enthusiasm. His hands rest nervously on your waist, and you can feel how fast his heart is beating when you're this close.
So of course, you decide to make it worse for him.
The first time you pull away, his eyes fly open immediately, wide and startled like a deer in headlights. "Wait, what— did I mess up?" His voice pitches up slightly in panic. "Was that bad? I can do better, I promise, just—"
"You're fine," you assure him with a laugh, leaning back in before he can spiral further.
He relaxes instantly, shoulders dropping as he lets out a relieved breath. "Okay, okay good, because I've been practicing— I mean, not practicing, but like, thinking about— you know what, never mind." His ears are already bright red as he kisses you again, and you can feel him smiling against your lips.
That's when you pull away the second time.
"Okay, what—" He blinks at you, confused. Then his eyes narrow slightly in suspicion. "Wait. Are you doing that on purpose?"
You try to keep a straight face. "Doing what?"
"THAT!" He gestures wildly between you. "The pulling away! You're messing with me right now!"
When you don't deny it, his mouth drops open in betrayal. "Oh my god, you ARE! I can't believe— I was so worried I was doing something wrong!"
"You weren't," you say, grinning now.
"Then why—" He stops, processing, and then his expression shifts between embarrassment and indignation. "You're TEASING me? Seriously?"
He runs both hands through his hair, laughing in disbelief. "I'm already so nervous and you're just— wow. Okay. That's how we're playing this?"
Before you can respond, he's leaning back in with renewed determination. "Fine. You know what? I'm not gonna let it get to me. I'm just gonna— we're just gonna kiss and it's gonna be great and you're not gonna—"
You pull away again.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?" His voice cracks spectacularly, and he falls back against the couch dramatically, covering his face with his hands. "This is torture! Actual torture! I'm being tortured!"
You're laughing now, and he peeks at you through his fingers. "You think this is funny? My heart can't take this kind of stress! I'm too young!"
"You're so dramatic," you say, but you're smiling.
"I'M dramatic?" He sits back up, pointing at you accusingly. "You're the one playing mind games! Do you know how hard it is to focus when you keep— when you—" He gestures vaguely, too flustered to finish the sentence.
His whole face is red now, and he's fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "Every time you pull away, I think I did something wrong and my brain just goes—" He makes an explosion sound effect with his hands. "Like that. Complete malfunction."
"Want me to stop?" you ask, taking pity on him.
"YES! No! I don't know!" He groans, flopping against the couch again. "This is so confusing. You're so confusing. Why are you like this?"
After a moment of internal crisis, he sits back up with a determined look. "Okay. Okay, I'm gonna try one more time, and you have to promise not to pull away because I don't think my heart can handle it."
"I promise," you say, and he eyes you suspiciously.
"Really?"
"Really."
He studies your face for a long moment, clearly trying to determine if you're trustworthy. Finally, he nods. "Okay. But if you do it again, I'm— I don't know what I'll do, but it'll be something! A consequence! There will be consequences!"
The threat would be more effective if his voice wasn't shaking slightly and if he didn't look absolutely adorable while making it.
When he leans in this time, he's extra careful. His hand comes up to cup your face gently, and he pauses just before your lips meet. "You promised," he whispers, and for all the control in his posture, there’s a fragile note beneath it, almost pleading, almost vulnerable.
"I promised," you confirm.
This kiss is different—slower, more confident now that he's not worried about you disappearing. His other hand finds yours, fingers intertwining and squeezing like he's anchoring himself. When you don't pull away, you feel him relax completely, even smiling against your lips.
After a few moments, he pulls back himself, and the smile on his face is so bright and genuine it makes your heart squeeze. "See? We can do this! When you're not being evil, we're actually really good at this!"
"Evil is a strong word," you laugh.
"You literally tortured me for fun," he points out, but he's grinning now. "That's pretty evil. I'm dating a villain."
He's still holding your hand, thumb tracing patterns on your skin, and the simple affection of it is so Woonhak it makes you smile.
"Don't do that again though," he says quietly. "My heart rate still hasn't gone back to normal. I think you took years off my life."
"So dramatic," you repeat.
"So mean," he counters, but he's leaning in again anyway, bumping his nose against yours playfully. "You're lucky you're cute."
"You think I'm cute?"
"Don't fish for compliments, you already know you are," he mumbles, ears going red again. "Now can we please just kiss like normal people? No more games?"
And when you agree, his relieved sigh is so loud and exaggerated that you can't help but laugh against his lips.
Even as he kisses you again—sweet, enthusiastic and unmistakably Woonhak—he pulls back every few seconds just to check that you're still there, like he doesn't quite trust that you won't disappear again.
"Just making sure," he explains each time, and honestly? It's perfect.
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kim woonhak x reader [smut, fem!reader]
a/n: a resounding yes from the audience😭 as i said woonhak smut wont be anything crazy from me but i hope you still enjoy!!
warnings: woonhak smut!!!! don’t like don’t read!!!! no real sub/dom dynamics, established relationship, virgin!reader, not stated whether woonhak’s a virgin or not but he’s confident either way
01:18 - “shh, i’m serious,” woonhak giggled, a strong hand on your back pulling you close to his chest, your face buried in the warm, familiar skin. “okay, that’s the last of them gone to bed.”
“you’re not a child, woonhak, they’re not gonna tell you off for staying up past your bedtime,” you laughed, as your boyfriend rolled his eyes.
“tell them that!” he exclaimed, “cause i still get told off.”
you giggled, pulling out his chest to stare up at his pouting face, “they know you’re not a child.”
“hmm,” he smiled, “especially not when my girlfriend stays for the night.”
you chuckled, rolling your eyes, slightly embarrassed at the notion. woonhak’s hand was dancing down your spine, the touch warm but producing goosebumps on your skin.
“i’m joking,” he smiled, his voice deep and calming, “you know we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready and you want to.”
you blinked up at him, woonhak smiling as he looked down into your eyes, one of his fingers still trailing up and down on your back, “what if i want to… now?”
your boyfriend bit his lip, “seriously?”
you nodded. he broke out into a smile, laughing slightly, “you won’t hear me complaining.”
you laughed, slightly embarrassed at his confidence before leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. woonhak immediately deepened it, groaning as though he’d been waiting for this moment.
his hands were cupping your head, fingers threading through strands of hair while his thumbs stroked your jaw. you pulled away, smiling, as you began to press soft kisses down his jawline and neck. he always slept shirtless anyway, leaving access to his chest as you kissed further and further down.
woonhak laced one of his hands with yours, your fingers dancing together.
you were straddling his thighs when you came up from kissing his body, woonhak staring at you with a lazy smile and a honey filled gaze.
coming to his senses a little, he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand before letting go, and pulling your t-shirt over your head. you instinctively covered yourself with your arms, slightly embarrassed to be so exposed in front of another person.
“what?” woonhak chuckled, taking ahold of your hands again, encouraging you to stop covering, “show me.”
you bit your lip, giving into his hold as your boobs were finally revealed to him. woonhak’s breathing deepened, hands moving to your waist and back as he sat up, desperate to kiss you.
“you’re so–” he interrupted his words with kisses that felt as though he was trying to eat you up, “fucking– beautiful– i love you.”
you giggled, running your hands through his hair as you kissed him back, again and again and again. “i love you too.”
he rolled your bodies over so you were lying on the bed beneath him, switching roles to now press kisses down your body; though he did so at a quickened pace, desperate now to rid your body of your panties, and see you fully.
woonhak got up, pulling off his own pyjama bottoms before tenderly pulling yours down as well. you giggled as you watched him, eyes lit up as he groaned. he spread your legs gently, kissing the inside of your thigh.
“woonhak please,” you whined, feeling him so close to your core.
he smiled, moving back up your body and kissing your lips, “what, baby? you need me?”
you nodded, hands looped around his neck, fingers running through the hair on the back of his head.
“okay baby,” he whispered, kissing your forehead before removing his dick from his boxers. he checked how wet you were before rummaging through his bedside table for a condom.
“can i help?” you asked, smiling shyly as he got the wrapped condom out the drawer.
woonhak laughed, “you’re so cute. yes, of course you can baby.”
he sat on his knees, straddling your body as you took the condom from his hands and unwrapped it carefully. you looked at your boyfriend’s length, biting your lip before rolling the condom on. woonhak hissed at your touch, panting slightly at the pure need running through him. he finished up making sure the condom was on properly before laying you back down and kissing your forehead.
“it may hurt a little, okay? i’ll go slow,” he murmured, kissing all over your face.
you gripped onto his shoulder as he pushed inside, the feeling foreign and new. you felt so full.
“fuck, woonhak,” you gasped.
“it’s okay, baby, tell me if it’s too much,” he panted, pushing in inch by inch.
you whined and whimpered as he bottomed out, your fingernails digging into his arms.
“just wait!” you exclaimed, woonhak chuckling.
“it’s okay, i will,” he smiled, kissing your forehead gently, “let me know when i can move, baby.”
you nodded, breathing out a moan as the uncomfortableness dissipated. “okay, move, i’m okay now.”
“okay, baby,” woonhak laughed, beginning to thrust in and out as you moaned.
his mouth hung open, breathing ragged and little groans escaping him as he went.
“the– the boys—” you gasped as you moaned, “they’re gonna– ha! they’re gonna hear.”
you giggled, whining as woonhak’s pace increased. he was so needy, just focused on cumming.
you snaked your hand down, circling your clit, beginning to moan loudly as you did so.
“woonhak– i’m— i’m gonna cum,” you gasped.
“me too,” he said, voice curt and low, “fuck… y/n– fuck– oh my god.”
“woonhak!” you moaned, your fingers speeding up on your clit as his cum filled the condom, cumming with sharp breaths just moments later.
woonhak was breathless, panting as he leaned forward and kissed all over your face, hand moving down to pull and tie off the condom.
“how was that?” he panted, as you smiled.
“amazing,” you grinned, leaning up to kiss his lips.
“you’re so fucking good,” he sighed, getting up and throwing the condom in the bin before coming over and helping you out the bed, pulling you into a hug.
“stop!” you laughed, “you’re all sweaty! and naked.”
“so?” woonhak teased, he pulled away, looking bashful, “feel free to say no, but… do you want to shower together?”
“now?” you laughed, “you’re desperate.”
“i really am, that was amazing,” he pouted.
you sighed, kissing his lips and tapping his chest, “maybe tomorrow morning.”
surprise lovelies!! i'm sorry again for the lack of posting recently—hopefully this little christmas series helps serve my apology. enjoy teddy bear woonhak 🧸
- berry 🍓
the power had gone out an hour ago, and so had the heat.
“fuck, it’s freezing,” woonhak groaned from the couch, his arms wrapped across his chest as he let his head fall back. you approached him stiffly, shivering hard despite the extra layers you’d put on. of course the power had to go out on the coldest night of the year. and of course it had to be on the one night your best friend came over to help decorate. now, with the metro lines down, he was marooned at your place. but in your opinion, that wasn’t too bad. staying on your own in a dark house wasn’t ideal anyway.
you lowered yourself down onto the couch slowly, now wishing you had a fireplace to warm you up. with your chin tucked into your scarf and your gloved hands balled into tight fists, woonhak had to admit you looked extra adorable. and it was taking everything in him not to act on his impulses right now and make a move that might risk your friendship.
“i don’t know how we can physically get warmer,” you gritted out desperately through chattering teeth, squeezing your eyes shut momentarily in a futile attempt to block out the cold. woonhak glanced over at you, taking the opportunity to let his eyes flit over your form with a subtle intensity. a momentary silence fell between the two of you; you too cold to speak, woonhak too deep in thought. he was the first to break it.
“i know a way,” he murmured, shifting a little closer on the couch. you blinked up at him, looking with those eyes he’d gotten lost in one too many times. he couldn’t look away. he never could when it came to you.
“how?”
as soon as your innocent question left your lips, woonhak was wrapping his arm around you, pressing you into his side in one swift move. he was gentle enough for you to pull away if you wanted to, but firm enough that you knew it was intentional. you sucked in a breath, your body tensing on reaction.
“um… woonhakie?” you squeaked, your heart pounding in your chest. you stared straight ahead, unsure if you could manage looking your best friend in the eye right now.
“hm?” woonhak hummed, relaxing into the couch and holding you against him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. he turned to look at you, his eyes boring into your profile as his fingers traced gentle patterns into your sleeve.
“body heat,” he muttered simply, pulling you even more tightly against him. the blush on your cheeks was definitely not because of the cold anymore. you bit your lip, exhaling slowly as you tried to get comfortable next to him. you relaxed into his side, your head finding his shoulder as you snuggled into him.
“It’s… working,” you murmured, your hand finding it’s way to his chest as you lay against him. your breathing had managed to slow as your body got used to the fact that you were cuddling your best friend on your couch right now. in the dark.
“yeah?” woonhak murmured back, his fingers now finding your hair to gently run through. he’d never touched anything softer in his life. “you’re warmer now?”
you nodded against his shoulder, snuggling a little closer. woonhak swore his heart leapt out of his chest at the feeling. his hand moved to tangle in your hair, gently tugging to get your attention. you lifted your head, perching your chin on his shoulder. your faces now inches away.
“god… you’re so close,” woonhak breathed, accompanied by a quiet, nervous laugh. you chuckled softly as well, eyes flickering over his face with interest masked by fondness. the air between you hung still for a moment.
“I think this was just an excuse,” he added softly, his hand slipping down to rest on your lower back, holding you tightly against him. “to get you in my arms.”
your breath caught at his words, and the unspoken meaning behind them. you inched your face a little closer to his, eyes flickering down to his lips once before meeting his gaze again. you swore you felt woonhak’s body freeze.
sleepy sub! woonhak x reader !! reader wakes him up in the middle of the night and decides to tease him
contains: sub!woonhak x dom!reader, slight somnophilia, suggestive
your eyes shot open as you failed to sleep for the fifth time in a row this night. all you could think about was the swirling pit in your stomach that ached for something to be done, having a sleepover with your boyfriend for the first time. sure, he’s been around often, staying late into the night, but he’s never really stayed over for the night.
“woonhak,” you whisper into his ears, your fingers slightly poking his arm, “wake up!”
he stirs in his sleep as he faces you, slightly opening his eyes and responding with a hum. the pout on your lips makes him smile, leaning forward to kiss you lightly.
that was a mistake though, because the one kiss led to you taking control and kissing more as you shifted you guys’ positions to have you sitting on top of him, almost looking like you were going to ride him.
woonhak whines as he feels your crotch against his, knowing that you were deliberately doing this. “baby… come on… not now please,” he plead in a sleepy voice, eyes still closed. he could feel himself get hard beneath you, and he wanted anything but a boner this late into the night.
“no. i can’t sleep, so i don’t wanna let you sleep either,” you say matter-of-factly, determined to get the relief you seeked as you grinded down on him, your boyfriend having accepted defeat as he moans and groans softly to your movements.
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WARNINGS ┃ smut (mdni), dom!anton, anton's literally obsessed w/ ur ass, pet name (baby), spanking, unprotected sex, i'm ngl idk what else to add but..
AUTHOR'S NOTE ┃ hello! this is my first ever fic on here so pls feel free to leave any criticism or whatnot hehe <3 hopefully in the future these will be longer and better!!! also this is not proofread i fear
ANTON LOVED YOUR ASS.
He had no shame about it, either. He loved to rest a hand on it when you were cooking, or grip it when you laid by his side, or smack it when he pounded into you while you were on your knees.
Much like now.
His eyes are solely fixated on the way it jiggles when his hips clap against it, his mouth agape from the pleasure. He panted with appreciation as he raised his palm to slap it across the expanse of your skin, drawing a particularly loud moan from you. He chuckled as his eyes flitted upwards to watch how you try so desperately to keep yourself grounded in the pleasure, despite how slumped your upper body half was on the couch.
The two of you had been watching a movie. Simple as that. But Anton had other plans in mind once he saw you bend down to grab the remote that had fallen, throat already dry before your shorts rode up to reveal the underside of your ass. He had practically pounced onto you like a dog after that.
"So pretty, baby," he drawled as he swept a hand over the spot he'd just slapped, relishing in the way your skin had bloomed a faint pink from the impact, "God, I love your ass."
His hands suddenly gripped your cheeks to spread them further apart, wanting to focus on the way his cock drove into you and how it glistened with a combination of your slick. He let out a loud groan just as you mewled from the stretch. He shifted his hips so that he could angle his cock even deeper inside. His eyes screwed shut when he tilted his head back, silenced into pleasure from the way your walls fluttered around him and sucked him in.
"You feel that?" He asked after he regained his breath, his fingers now splayed across your cheeks now, almost desperate to take all of it in.
"Fuck, Ton," you moaned, defeated as your head dropped to rest on the couch. "So full."
"Yeah, I know," he gritted before he bottomed out, hips flush against your rear as he let out a deep grunt. He teased your ass with his palm again, hands running over the cheek before he slapped it again. Your body shifted forward with a sensitive whimper, but he was quick to grip your hips and bring you back onto his cock, eliciting yet another sound from you.
"Don't run, baby," he pouted. "I thought you could take it?"
When you feel him suddenly start to pull out of you, you wiggle your hips backwards defiantly, chasing after him out of desperation. A smile etched itself onto Anton's lips—he could never deny you your pleasure, no matter how much he teased you.
"That's what I thought."
He started to thrust into you again, easily rebuilding the pleasure he had just withdrawn from you. Your hands, unable to support yourself on the couch, reach behind you for his help. He snickered at how weak you were, using his hands to grip your wrists instead, driving you back and forth on his cock. Each time your walls dragged along his ridges and veins, each time his tip hit that spot of yours, you cried out. Your fingers wrapped around his wrists to stabilize yourself.
Tears were streaming down your face at this point, overstimulated from his words and touch. Anton continued to groan unabashedly, but it wasn't enough. He flipped you over, ignoring your gasp of surprise, before he maneuvered you into his lap. He wasted no time in sheathing himself inside of you again, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as your warmth engulfed him whole again in this new position.
Your head dropped into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around him as well while he did all the work. He gripped your thighs more firmly, hoisting you up onto his lap completely before he let your weight drop back down onto him. Anton's stomach twisted when you let out an appreciative moan into his ear, and he repeated the action without question. With what little strength you had left, you tried to mimic it on your own, letting Anton squeeze your ass with both hands while he thrust up into you simultaneously.
"M'close," you warned against his skin, lips just barely grazing his pulse point.
"Fuuuuck," he grunted in agreement. It wasn't hard to tell that you were close—your walls clamped down onto him, spasming around his length like it was unsure whether to keep him in or push him out, and your thighs were spreading wider to brace yourself from the oncoming wave of pleasure. He would be lying if he said he wasn't close as well.
"Where do you want it?" He asked, shifting his head to press a kiss to your neck, one that was far too gentle in comparison to his thrusts, "Use your words."
"Mmh." Your mind scrambled to formulate a proper response, his statement barely registering in your mind until he laid yet another spank against your skin, "Inside, please," you pleaded after, your fingers beginning to dig into his shoulder blades.
"Hah," he huffed approvingly, "'Course, baby."
Your whole body shook from the intensity of your release. Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, prompting him to follow shortly after as well. When you pulled away, albeit weakly, Anton pulled out as well. He laid you down on the couch as he watched his cum seep out of your folds, combined with your own slick. It was a sight that he could never get enough of. As much as he wanted to lick you clean, he knew you would have passed out from the overstimulation, so he got up to grab a rag from the bathroom instead. As he shuffled around in the distance, you found yourself sated and sore on your back.
Your eyes drifted to the long forgotten movie on the TV once he returned, delicately wiping you up as you squirmed.
