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𓍯𓂃 wearing a jacket they forgot at yours | whc x reader one shots
༝༚༝༚ pairings. Yeon Sieun. Ahn Suho. Oh Beomseok. Park Humin. Go Hyuntak. Kang Wooyoung. Geum Seongje. Na Baekjin. Baek Dongha. Do Seongmok. Jeon Yeongbin. Yeongi. Jeon Seokdae x gn!reader
wc. 1.6k genre. fluff archive whc archive
synopsis. whc characters' reactions to you wearing a jacket they forgot at your place
warnings. none
a/n. lazy surprise fluff post
ʚɞ YEON SIEUN
finds it cute, won't confess
He’s glancing at his phone screen for the third time in a minute, subconsciously refreshing his feed to check for any missed calls or messages from you, letting out a puff of air as he comes up empty-handed.
He hears you before he sees you, your hand waving in the air as you spot your boyfriend, calling his name obnoxiously loud like there’d be a possibility that this frowning mug doesn’t belong to Yeon Sieun.
“You’re being too loud.”, he dead-pans, eyes traveling across the spill of gray fabric that has you engulfed. His gaze lingers for a mere second, corner of his lips lifting subtly before he drags back the chair for you to sit.
ʚɞ AHN SUHO
loves it, needs to see you in it 24/7 and hopes that it'll keep other guys away
As Suho raps on your bedroom ajar door, your head whirls up from your phone game, not expecting to see your boyfriend leaning against the door frame.
His eyes are fixed on you, toying with the helmet in his hand. “Ready?”
“Are we on duty?”, you guess, already rolling off your bed before padding towards him, eager to spend the evening with your boyfriend, even if it meant helping him deliver food.
“Yes, ma’am.”, Suho validates, stretching his hand across his forehead in a mock salute.
As you approach him, he waits for you to tilt your head up, pecking at your lips before giving your hip a light squeeze. “Go put on a jacket, it’s freezing.”
You hum, not having considered that aspect, so you walk back to your dressing table, grabbing the black and red windbreaker off your spinning chair.
As you put it on, fishing the collar out of the neck part, Suho eyes you with a faint sparkle in his gaze.
"What?", you mouth as you pass him to enter the corridor. He catches up with you in two strides.
“Nice pick,”
“You like my jacket?” He dips his chin and laughs, watching you step under his arm as he holds the entrance door open for you. You twist mid step to walk backwards, looking up at Suho, hoping he’d bring his head down for another kiss. “Yeah? Looks good on me?”
He nods again. “You should keep it, wear it often — especially when I’m not around, hm?”
ʚɞ OH BEOMSEOK
wants to know why you're so fond of it, blushes when he finds out
“What do you like so much about the jacket?”, Beomseok quips, eyes flicking up to you only for a second before dipping back to the view of your hand gripping the seam of the wide sleeve.
He has to bite back a grin.
The words trail around you before your brain processes them.
“Huh?”
Your fingers are curled around the straw of your smoothie, somehow finding peace in the way the plastic straw repeatedly gets pushed up by the Co2 even though you keep pressing it down.
You hadn’t put much thought into choosing your jacket, your hand automatically having steered past the rest of your neatly hung jackets before gripping the familiar piece of garment that had accompanied you throughout the whole week.
“I don’t know why-“, you start, letting your words trail into an abyss as you get a glimpse of Beomseok’s notes app being open, fingers hovering about the keyboard. The idea gets to you at once: he wants to expand his shopping list for you.
“Baby,”, you huff, dropping your straw to grab his hands across the table. “I don’t like the jacket. I like the fact that it’s your jacket.”
Unlike his screen that goes dark with inactivity, Beomseok whole face lights up.
ʚɞ PARK HUMIN (BAKU)
absolutely mesmerized by the sight
You're sitting in a booth at Baku's chicken, knees drawn up against your chest as you're occasionally stealing glances at your boyfriend while he's waiting tables.
He's doing the same, only less subtle. Even the guests he's serving are glimpsing your way to see what their waiter is grinning for.
The urge to roll your eyes had never been stronger but the corners of your lips continue to twitch up, betraying you.
It's not long until the people start clearing and you help him tidy up. Humin refuses to let you touch the dirty dishes, leaving you to mop the floor instead.
While you twist the broom stick in your hands, head dipped sideways to exmamine if you're finished, an arm sneaking around your middle makes you jump.
“You’re only wearing my clothes from now on.”, Humin softly suggests, lips dragging lightly against your cheek.
You laugh. “And what are you wearing?”
"Same clothes every day if that means I get to see you like this."
ʚɞ GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
wants it back after watching you wear it for a while, hoping it'll smell like you
Gotak stares at you for a whole minute before deciding to speak up. He's inspecting the jacket on your shoulders, making sure it's his before he curses under his breath.
“I want it back.”, he simply states, already stretching out his hand towards you.
You look up from your notes, glancing left and right to see if he might be addressing anyone else in the library but you two appear to be alone at the table.
“No.”, you refuse, clutching the garment tighter around your frame. “I can lend it to you, but it's mine now."
He scoffs, ripping his eyes open dramatically.
“I can only borrow my own jacket?”
You nod, grabbing your ruler to underline a relevant topic on your paper. “Occasionally.", you yield. "One week max so it starts smelling like you again, then I’ll get it back.”
Gotak hums in response, repeatedly pointing his pen at you. “And I get it for the time it smells like you?" He throws up his hands like he'd just been offered a great proposal. "Deal.”
ʚɞ KANG WOOYOUNG
loves to see you drown in it, needs you to put on his boxing gloves next
“What are you wearing?” Wooyoung shoots up an eyebrow, tracing a finger along the seam of your over-sized training jacket, as he subtly pulls the material up to check up if you were hiding shorts beneath the huge garment.
You were. He chuckles, letting go of the fabric.
Wooyoung had tossed the trainer into your laundry basket a few days ago after taking a shower at yours and you had fished it out of there for reasons you weren’t ready to name just yet. (You love his post workout smell)
“It’s called clothes, Woo.", you counter. "While I love the topless look on you, I don’t think I can pull it off at a public gym without risking a life time ban.”
He just waves his hand dismissively. “Bullshit. People in the sauna are naked as well.”
Before you can ask him how he knew that, he slides under the barbell and starts lifting. His gaze trails all the way up to you, hardly sneaking glances — he's staring.
“Concentrate.”, you suggest but Wooyoung already gave up on his training, making you grab the metal rod off him.
He waits until you're in a less crowded space before he pulls you flush against his sweaty chest, smiling against your lips.
"You need me that close to you, hm?", he guesses, cocky as ever. You push off him in a playful manner, pondering whether you should reveal that you wear his boxer shorts sometimes.
ʚɞ GEUM SEONGJE
likes the fact that it signals people that you're taken
You're nibbling on the cords of your jacket, eyes burning from the computer flickering before you. The game keeps getting more suspense, a deep divot already forming between your eyebrows from concentration.
Seongje's sitting next to you, focused on his own screen. "Stop chewing on the strings,", he complains all monotone after a while, not letting up from his game. "It's disgusting."
"You know what's disgusting?", you counter, not waiting for a reply as you continue. "Your jacket smells like cigarette smoke and closet."
Seongje just huffs at that, bringing one hand to you to tug on your sleeve. "You can always give it back."
You press your lips to a thin line, refusing to give up your jacket, so you just sink further into your seat.
"Thought so.", he mutters under his breath.
ʚɞ NA BAEKJIN
likes that you find security in him
Baekjin had left you behind in his office, assigning Seongje to occasionally keep an eye on you until he came back. You attempt to fall asleep on his couch, but it proves rather difficult with the furniture bearing no pillows, much less a blanket.
Sleepy as you are, you brush the inconveniences aside and grab one of your boyfriend's jackets off the rack, where he had neatly put them up, covering your body in it as you drift to sleep.
Baekjin comes back a little later than anticipated, finding you knocked out on his couch and his jacket draped over your torso.
He watches you for a little while before stepping back to the door and locking it. For the remainder of your slumber, he only attends to his employees needs through text messages.
ʚɞ JEON YEONGBIN
intentionally leaves pieces of his clothing at your place, hoping to see you wear them
You found the jean jacket in your washing machine, freshly washed and smelling clean, so you assumed that your mom had found it buried somewhere in the basement.
Fond of having such an expensive piece of clothing lying around, you decide to wear it to the club to meet your friends.
While your peers shower you in compliments for the pretty combination you had pulled off, Yeongbin simply sneers at the sight.
“I’ve been searching for this one.", he lies, knowing exactly when he had dropped it into your laundry basket. "I bet all of my missing clothes are somewhere in your closet."
As your friends tease you about it, you nod, agreeing. "You'll find more of your clothes in there than mine.", you confess.
“And you're planning to keep them all?" He cocks an eyebrow, fond of you nodding your head yes.
heyy, how are there only two pieces of work for him
heyy, how are there only two pieces of work for him heyy, how are there only two pieces of work for him heyy, how are there only two pieces of work for him hey-
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Heyy so I know your requests are closed at the moment, but I'd like to request a one shot with Geum Seong-Je and the reader, where the reader gets kidnapped and beat up by the union because she associates with Baku and she convinces Seong Je to let her out by sleeping with him.(Seong Je also doesn't really enjoy seeing her in pain).But in the process of doing so, she kind of like catches feelings. Sorry if it's a weird request, but I hope you're doing well! I really enjoy reading all if your fics!
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Heyy so I know your requests are closed at the moment, but I'd like to request a one shot with Geum Seong-Je and the reader, where the reader gets kidnapped and beat up by the union because she associates with Baku and she convinces Seong Je to let her out by sleeping with him.(Seong Je also doesn't really enjoy seeing her in pain).But in the process of doing so, she kind of like catches feelings. Sorry if it's a weird request, but I hope you're doing well! I really enjoy reading all if your fics!
OMGGGGGG since you up on writing about seung-tae from taxi driver, could you write like a smut where reader is his gf and he get up’s during class (with that teacher he hates) and kinda nods towards reader to follow him and they kinda have a quickie in a janitor closet/boys bathroom or wtv😞😋😋
ORRRRRR
Could you do a smut where like, while they’re at it swung-tea kinda lets his frustration and hatred about that teacher on you??? Like him talking shit about the teacher and stuff.
You can do whatever you like (or both if you want and isn’t much of a burden) LOVEEEE your writing and I wish there were more Seung tae fics out there💔💔
✦ letting off some steam 〃 Park Seung-Tae x reader
── .✦ pairing: Park Seung Tae x afab!reader
wc . 2.4k genre. SMUT. archive. ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ into you — Ariana Grande
sum. after having to deal with the new substitute teacher giving him a taste of his own medicine, Seung Tae pulls you into a storage room and fucks his frustration into you. 〃content warnings. smut, unprotected pnv (wrap it before u tap it!), semi public, name calling, love bites, lowk edging
@anon. sorry for the delay, had to rewatch those episodes 4.4.26
The ticking of the clock was starting to harmonize with your heartbeat, breath so low, your chest was barely moving.
You had stopped listening to the new teacher the second you grew suspicious of his intellect. A math teacher who could barely even pronounce sine, cosine & tangent? Definitely worth another background check.
With your eyes closed, it was easier to approach a light sleep, elbow propped on your table and your face gently cupped into your own hand. There would’ve been no effort in giving in to the unconsciousness that teased to engulf you.
Regrettably, you were reminded once again, that you were dating a devil.
Your heart skipped a beat as a harsh kick against your seat sent your chair to scrape across the floor and further into the table. Your elbow lost it‘s steadiness and your face threatened to collide with the surface of your desk.
A few heads snapped into your direction, signalling you that your classmates had heard you yelp.
„Fuck off.“, you snarled in a low whisper, enough to make the students turn their attention back to the youtube learning video the temp had put on — third one this week.
With a sigh, you turned to look over your shoulder — a sight awaiting you that you could‘ve pictured already:
Seung-tae, with one hand covering his smirk and his eyebrows raised in a mock apology. „Sorry, babe.“, he muttered, not sorry at all. „Awake now?“
He rose to his feet before the fog of sleep had a chance to clear from your senses, leaving you squinting at his back while he exited the classroom in a casual manner: hands in his pockets, ignoring your teacher‘s complaints.
Before Seung-tae had disappeared from the door frame, he looked back and jut his chin towards you, turning the corner right after.
You sighed. He‘d be mad if you didn’t hurry. With a light sound of plastic gliders skidding against linoleum, you rose to your feet as well, not minding your classmates' looks as you weakly bend your knees at the teacher, attempting a mock apology, before hurrying into the corridor.
As soon as you slid the door close behind you, a hand snuck around your wrist, tight pressure dragging you along. Seung-Tae barely gave you the chance to move your feet on your own, yanking you along in a pace that forced your step to speed up faster to catch up.
The corridor was quiet due to everyone being in class, hence Seung-Tae was uncharacteristically louder than usual.
"This fucking-", he cut himself off.
You were still drowsy, squinting through your vision as you were pushed into a dark room, yelping with the carelessness your boyfriend made you stumble into a bucket with.
The plastic rattled across the floor, broom falling over and crashing into the opposite metal rack, almost toppling over the cleaning supplies it harbored. You winced, shoulders drawn up until the sound wore off, but Seung-Tae barely took heed of the clatter, mind occupied with something entirely different.
"Against the wall. Go." He slammed the door shut behind him.
You followed along, giving into his mock authority because you knew he needed it right then. You might've missed whatever had occured in class today, but the previous few days were hard to ignore.
Something about the sub showing up at his house and having dirt on him. You didn't exactly know.
“Fuck", He craned his neck, eyes squinted shut. "Did you hear how that asshole was talking to me?”, he hissed through gritted teeth, pursing his lips in distaste at the memory of that temp parading him in front of the whole class.
His gaze burned on your skin, obviously awaiting an answer, but your tongue was still heavy in your mouth, no words able to squeeze through. You gave him a quick nod.
Seung-Tae chuckled one of his humorless laughs as he fixed you with a quick glare. “Of course not.”, he muttered rather to himself. “You were busy dozing off, weren’t you.”
He was absolutely right, but you weren't gonna confess, not in the mood for his pointy remarks.
Seung-Tae took another step towards you, at which you took one in retreat, the shelf behind you poking into your back. There was no way to keep more space between you, so you turned your head sideways as he closed the distance towards you in another stride.
He noted your austerity, chuckling to himself, as he brought his face down, nosing your cheek. You did your best to not give into the urge to crane your neck, offering him something else entirely.
You had to remind yourself that he had just disturbed your peace, woken you from what could've been aninvigorating slumber.
„Maybe we should go back to class.“, you tried, but he groaned, breath hot against your cheek.
„Like you were listening.“
A lie pushed past your lips. “I’m thinking of attendance-“
He cut you off by crashing his lips against yours, chasing your mouth through a heated kiss.
You yelped in surprise, your body craving sleep more than whatever he was initiating, but still like on auto-pilot, you reciprocated the kiss.
It was messy in a way that made your toes curl, a claim that lacked the gentleness you'd rarely see from him. While he nibbled on your bottom lip to make you part your teeth, you did your best to not get cut on his braces, sighing as you felt your restraint dissolve.
He let out a triumphant huff at your compliance, licking into your mouth before trapping your tongue against his.
You melted further into his touch, folding your fingers together behind his neck as you pulled him even closer, chest now flush against his. To fill the remaining gap, he brought his pelvis against you, the hard imprint on the front of his pants settling directly against your covered heat.
From then on, it didn't take long for the scene to escalate, your panties pooling by your ankles, skirt flipped all the way up, while his trousers and boxers found their way to his calves.
Seung-Tae kept returning to a spot right beneath your ear, sucking the stretch of skin raw while he mumbled incoherent things into your skins. Whatever he was saying, your brain must've picked it up subconsciously, hence you were only growing wetter with every curse directed at either you or that temp, whose name you couldn't quite remember right then and there.
While your boyfriend traced kisses up and down your neck, sliding his tongue along the carotid pulse point on your throat, he chuckled, the vibrations traveling all the way to your pulsing cunt.
“You like it when I’m like this?", he guessed, seemingly amused by the intense hammering of your pulse. "Hm?", he pressed when you failed to answer, eyelids too droopy to look at him. As if to check if he was right, he slid one hand down your body, leaving traces of sparks along the path. "Like being shoved around?”
His palmed your pussy, giving it a light squeeze before dipping his middle finger into the searing heat, hissing as he felt the wetness coat his digit. Your hips buckled into his touch, immediately craving more as that simple touch alone raced sparks up your spine.
His own composure seemed to crumble, erection all flushed at the tip, begging to be taken care of. Your hand twitched to grab it, guide it to fit it inside you like you knew it would, but you restrained yourself, knowing that he needed to be the one in charge right now.
"You're soaked from what? Do you like being bossed around that much?" His voice dipped low, breath fanning over your cheek while you tried to catch your breath, chest still heaving from that intense demand of a kiss that was still tingling on your lips.
"Your brain's not working on it's own, right? You need someone to tell you what to do. You love that shit, don't you?"
“Only if it’s you.” The words left your mouth before you could snap your lips shut, but trapping such a crude honesty was nonsense — your mind knew what he wanted to hear.
Seung-Tae stilled for a second, pulling back as he stared down at you, gaze flicking between your eyes.
Something softened in his gaze, just slightly, reminding you once again that this relationship wasn’t as one sided as your friends tried to make you believe.
A quickly as that veil lifted, he snapped back to his usual self, remembering the irritation that had settled deeply in his bones.
He grabbed your hips and flipped you to face the rack. Without a warning he raised one of his hands and brought it hard against your ass, the sting making you gasp into your fist.
Before you could rub the irritation away, he pushed against your lower back, coercing you into a low arch so he could line himself up.
“From behind, really?”, you complained but he pushed inside you anyway, forehead dropping to rest against your upper back as he ground his hips to slide in deeper, drinking up all of the noises that you failed to trap behind your teeth. Luckily, you grew wet from his touch rather quickly, his careless intrusion barely raising any pain.
“Go back to sleep if you don’t like it.”, he pushed through a few grunts, clenching his jaw as he finally bottomed out inside you. You used the position to roll your eyes, grateful that he couldn't see you, but it turned into an expression of pleasure quickly, your walls pulsing with the way he stretched you.
Your hands cramped at the fullness, abdomen already clenched tight. With every thrust of his hips, your body surged forward, metal rack creaking and crying as it hit the wall with every other thrash, mimicking the way your own body moved against it.
"I'm not gonna be able to hold it for long.", you confessed after barely a minute in, already noting the pressure thicken beneath your navel, content with the fact that your boyfriend knew your body well enough to find the right spot at once.
Seung-Tae just clicked his tongue, reminding you of every other time you had done something wrong in his eyes. But instead of getting scolded, he lifted his head from your back, bringing his chin to rest in the nape of your neck.
"Don't come until I tell you to." There was no hint of venom in his voice, it was just a reminder.
You gave him a weak nod, but there was no fiber in your body ready to withhold that orgasm that threatened to creep closer, the shadow of your slumber still weighing heavy against your limbs.
Your lips tingled with the need to be kissed, but as you turned your head, Seung-Tae moved his lips to the other curve of your neck, nipping on the flesh there, a hum of appreciation leaving his throat as he pulled back to watch the bruises bloom on the skin.
You'd have to wear a lot of scarfs for the next week.
His pants grew heavier with every new ministration, stilling his movements completely to catch his breath before sinking back in, ignoring your cries in protest. He enjoyed making you like this, noting the begs directed at him. He unraveled in your neediness, content to be the only one who could draw such a neediness from a composed person like you.
If only the other people in your life could see how prurient you grew with his touch.
Seung-Tae started rambling, softly digging his teeth into whatever strip of skin he had access to.“You’re mine, right? You do anything for me?"
You could barely make out any words, thoughts all scattered from the focus on that unguided pleasure that cresting somewhere beneath your ribs.
"Anything."
The bell ringing was a faint clatter in the back of your head, barely making sense to you.
"We have to-", you started, unsure yourself what you were trying to say, but Seung-Tae shushed you, driving his hips harder against you, reaching deeper while the shelfs swayed like a boat on water, a few essentials falling over as they started to litter the ground.
Seung-Tae loved messes like that — stuff he refused to tidy up. He loved making people cleaning up behind him, some play of power you couldn't get behind.
And he ignored the bell like he would any hint of authority. "I'm not done yet."
His thrusts grew erratic, stealing moans from you that felt so raw, you could only hope they didn't travel through the thin walls of this yucky cubby.
You could barely hold back, your lips raw with the imprint of your own teeth.
"I'm close. Please.", you tried.
Seung-Tae hummed at that. "You wanna come?"
You nodded frantically, unsure whether he was even looking at you.
"Make me feel good, please."
Seung-Tae cackled at the idea of making you beg in desperation. "Me?", he guessed.
You dipped your chin once more. "You're the only one-" A moan tore from your throat, the sound guttural, as you felt two of his fingers spread your outer lips, spreading the stray wetness on your clit before drawing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.
Pleasure bulled tight in your abdomen, body seizing as you felt your orgasm hit you like a truck. Your thighs started trembling with the force, knuckled white with the grip on that metal rack. You pushed your ass back, eager to meet Seung-Tae's thrusts as he felt himself come undone.
“You feeling good yet? Your brain’s not working, is it?”, he teased you, repeating your words from earlier.
You clenched around him, walls contracting. The sounds were sinful, the slapping of skin against skin combined with the gush of your slick sounding with every other push of his hips.
“Look at me when you come.”, he grunted, one hand on your chin as he angled your head to make you face him. You tried your best to keep your eyes open.
His bangs were all sticky on his forehead, face a little twisted as his hips stuttered, no control as he spilled inside you. His eyes were fixed on your expression as well, mind blank for a second.
You were so thankful for being active enough to avoid repercussions, never growing tired of feeling that liquid painting your walls.
Your sounds mingled in the air, interrupted only as he finally brought his lips back onto yours. The sheer neediness of his kiss pulled the air out of your lungs, a sheer mess of tongue and choked back moans.
As he pulled out, you slumped forward, grabbing onto the rack for dear life while Seung-Tae steadied you with a hand on your hip. The fatigue from before rushed right back to you, making your limbs sore and rigid. You could dive right back to sleep.
When you bend over to slide your panties back on, Seung-Tae was fumbling with his belt, giving you a light kick against your sneakers before proposing:
“Don’t tidy up just yet. I have a great plan on how to get rid of that fucking temp.”
His grin stretched wide over his face, braces catching the few rays of infalling light. That look meant trouble, but you couldn't deny that you were kinda ecxited for whatever he had planned.
note. just rewatched Jennifer's Body so I needed to push this out before I get the ick of men again
i don't really have a taglist for this kdrama, but reqs by: @jungjaehyuuuun & @your-not-fanny
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warnings: semi-public (it's at the beach), unprotected piv, creampie, swearing (if that even needs a warning atp lmao)
word count: 1.1k
a/n: something short but sweet for my babies ˃ 𖥦 ˂ please enjoy!
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The salt air is thick and humid, sticking to your skin as the distant sound of crashing waves and muffled laughter from the beach crowd fades behind you. You aren't interested in the water or the sun anymore; all your attention is focused on the boy pressing you firmly against the plastic wall of the cramped port-a-potty placed on the side of the beach.
Suho is usually the picture of effortless composure, but right now, his breathing is heavy, ragged against the shell of your ear. The space is suffocatingly small, smelling of chemical disinfectant and the scent of his skin—sunscreen and a hint of sweat from playing around in the sun. It only makes the situation feel more illicit, more desperate.
"You're really okay with this?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. His hands are sliding down your hips, gripping you with a strength that tells you exactly how much he's struggling to stay patient.
You don't answer with words. Instead, you arch your back, pressing your heat against the hard ridge of his cock through his clothes, letting out a soft moan that echoes in the small plastic enclosure. That’s all the permission he needs.
Suho groans, a sound of pure hunger, and crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is frantic, tasting of salt and desperation. His tongue slides into your mouth, claiming you with an urgency that leaves you breathless. One of his hands leaves your hip to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back to gain better access to your throat. He sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth grazing you just enough to make you shiver.
Your hands are everywhere—clutching at his shoulders, pulling at his hair, desperate to feel him. You reach down, your fingers fumbling with the strings of his swimming trunks. He helps you, his movements quick and impatient, shoving them down just enough to free himself.
When your palm finally closes around his cock, he lets out a sharp, choked gasp. He's rock hard, pulsing in your grip, the heat of him searing your skin. You slide your hand up and down the length of him, your thumb rubbing over the bead of pre-cum at the tip, and Suho loses it. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, eyes hooded and dark with lust.
"Fuck, you're killing me," he pants.
He doesn't waste another second. He lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, locking him in. The plastic wall creaks under your combined weight, the instability only adding to the adrenaline. You feel the cool air hit your thighs as he shoves your bikini aside, exposing your dripping wet pussy to the humid air.
Suho doesn't go slow. He positions the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing it against your clit for one agonizing second before he thrusts upward.
You scream into his shoulder, the sound muffled by his skin, as he fills you completely in one deep, punishing stroke. The sensation is overwhelming—the tightness of the space, the hardness of his body, and the sheer fullness of him stretching you open. You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as your body tries to adjust to the size of him.
Suho freezes for a moment, his muscles locking as he sinks into your warmth. He lets out a long, shaky exhale, his eyes closing in sheer bliss. "You're so tight... fuck baby, you feel amazing."
Then, he starts to move.
He begins with slow, heavy grinds, rotating his hips to hit every sensitive spot inside you. Each slide out is agonizingly slow, and each thrust back in is deep and forceful, bottoming out against your cervix. The plastic walls of the port-a-potty rattle with every impact, a rhythmic thud-thud-thud that syncs with the pounding of your heart.
You're losing your mind, the friction of his cock sliding against your walls sending sparks of electricity through your nerves. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as you ride the wave of pleasure. Suho’s movements grow more erratic, his composure completely gone. He’s no longer the sweet, goofy boy you're used to; he’s a man possessed, driven by a primal need to be inside you.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice strained.
You open your eyes to find him staring at you with an intensity that makes your toes curl. He’s watching your face, watching the way your features distort with pleasure, and it seems to drive him even harder. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming fast and shallow, hammering into you with a relentless rhythm.
The friction builds, the heat between your thighs becoming an inferno. You can feel the climax building in the pit of your stomach, a tight coil of tension that's about to snap. You tighten your legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster.
"Suho... please..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"I've got you," he grunts, his voice guttural. "Just let go."
He shifts his grip, one hand sliding under your ass to lift you higher, angling himself to hit your G-spot with every single plunge. The sensation is too much. You feel the first wave of the orgasm crash over you, your internal muscles clamping down hard on his cock in rhythmic spasms. You cry out, your body shaking as the pleasure peaks, sending ripples of heat through your entire frame.
The feeling of you squeezing him is the final straw for Suho. He lets out a low, animalistic growl, his body stiffening as he delivers one last, deepest thrust. He buries himself inside you, his hips locking against yours as he erupts. You can feel the hot, thick jets of his cum pumping into you, filling you up, the warmth of it spreading deep inside your womb.
He stays there for a long time, his chest heaving, his forehead pressed against yours. The only sound in the small space is the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing and the distant, oblivious noise of the beach outside.
Slowly, he lets you slide down his body until your feet hit the floor. He doesn't pull away immediately, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. His eyes are soft now, the hunger replaced by a quiet, satisfied affection.
"You okay?" he whispers, his voice returning to its usual calm, though it's still husky from the exertion.
You nod, leaning your head against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart slowing down. As you both begin the clumsy process of fixing your clothes in the cramped space, the thrill of the risk still lingers in the air, a secret shared between the two of you in the middle of a crowded beach.
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