Mingi’s Favorite Song

Hongjoong wouldn't want you to go to bed aching, so you finally muster enough courage to carefully straddle his hips. It only takes a few languid grinds of your hips to have him stirring. You grind your leaking pussy against the poorly hidden bulge in his pants, your hands fisting into the sheets on either side of him with each bump of his length against your sensitive clit. Hongjoong shifts under you, a low groan vibrating in his throat. Your shame has long since flown out the window, too busy rubbing your clothed pussy along the hard ridge of his cock. Hongjoong's hips buck from under you, jolting you up as you finally succumb to the pleasure gnawing at your nerves. "Havin' fun, sweetheart?"

Seonghwa took his cuddling and snuggling time with you very seriously. Which is why he currently has his thick cock squeezed between your thighs, smearing your skin with yet another load. His face is pressed to the back of your shoulder, his arms around your waist and hips as he desperately pulls you back into him. You tilt your hips, trying to press his swollen shaft against your leaking cunt. You try and squeeze around him tighter, an attempt to coerce him into finally slipping inside. But he is set on making an utter mess of your thighs as he comes all over them, once again. "Jus' one more, promise."

Yunho finds it so amusing to make even the simplest tasks difficult. He's got your shorts and panties halfway down your thighs, his hand carefully pressing against your pussy. He kicks your legs apart, as far as you can get them with your pants halfway down. His index and ring fingers spread apart your wet folds, his middle finger coming down to rub small circles into your clit. His free arm wrapped around you, holding you up as your knees nearly buckled under you at his simple ministrations. All he chooses to do is rub your clit like it's a marble, making you come undone so easily it makes him laugh. But he won't leave you hanging, as long as you follow his instructions. "C'mon now, focus, honey."

Yeosang loves the attention he gets from his impressive physique. But he loves his physique even more when he can watch you enjoy yourself. His movements are harsh and resounding as he uses your body as his personal weights for his hip thrust workouts. His hands are digging into your hips as he bounces you on his lap. You grab at his forearms, feeling your pussy gush and flutter around his cock.

San loved skinship and closeness. Even more so when naked. And where are you the most naked? In the shower! He joins you in the shower without fail, doesn't matter the time of day or occasion, he is joining you. And you are getting fucked in the shower. Pressed up against the cold tiles or the foggy glass doors while he bullies his cock into your warm pussy. Gets soap all on his hands so he can grope your boobs under the guise of helping you wash up. "I'm helping, I promise."

Mingi caged you in his arms as the once quiet elevator was now packed full of people. The stiff rocking of people brushing against each other made him pull you closer to him, his hips flush to your ass. He stifled a groan as you unknowingly brushed your ass against his now half-hard cock. He wanted to say something, but there were too many people around him to not get caught saying something weird. So all he could do was let you push your ass back into his crotch. His hands are shaking where they rest on your stomach.

Wooyoung drives fast; the city lights blur past the windshield. His hand flexes around the wheel, tendons sharp under the skin, every muscle in his arm coiled tight. The air between you hums, electric and thick with unspoken challenge. You shift in your seat, your fingers ghosting over his thigh. His breath stutters, barely audible over the sound of the tires gripping the road. His jaw locks, shoulders tense, but he doesn’t stop you. Every second stretches, a silent war between focus and surrender. He exhales hard, knuckles whitening, head tipping back just slightly as control slips from him. At last, his voice breaks through the quiet—low, strained, and wrecked. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

Jongho’s voice is steady at first, the same calm tone he always uses when he’s handling business. You can hear the faint hum of the call on speaker, a polite conversation running in the background. His hand rests on your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles along your swollen clit, every pass of his touch deliberate. You shift slightly, and his fingers tighten, a quiet reminder to stay still. The warmth of his breath fans against your skin, low enough to make your pulse trip. He doesn’t look up, doesn’t break focus — even when his voice dips an octave lower to answer whoever’s on the line. Then, just before the call ends, he murmurs, quiet enough only you can hear, “Don’t move. I’m not finished yet.”

Park Seonghwa

Honey, Sweetheart, Love

"I don't know," you sighed, looking around at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed down the fabric, making a face at the cut.

"What don't you know Love?" he asked, smiling at you as you twirled around again.

"Doesn't the seam look weird? Or is it the color?" you groaned, clicking your tongue and going for the zipper.

You flailed for a second, fighting to even find it behind you.

"You pull everything off Honey," he laughed, getting up from his spot to graze a hand over your back. You felt his hand stop on the small of your back and the other pinch the zipper.

You rolled your eyes at his smile.

"You're bias is showing. I need Park Seonghwa the model, not mushy boyfriend," you whined, hands dropping to let him unzip you.

"Bias or not, I'm being honest," he kissed your cheek, pulling down on the metal. "Try the blue one next," he smiled against you.

"I already put on the blue one," you smiled at him through the mirror. His smile turned cheeky.

"I know," he moved back to grab the dress off the hook. "But you should put it on again."

"You really don't even try to be sly anymore, do you?" you laughed. He winked at you.

"No, no I don't Sweetheart."

Jeong Yunho

Baby, Honey, Sweetpea

"Hi Honey," Yunho whispered, hand sliding over your back as he leaned down to kiss you. You smiled, looking up from the menu to receive it. "Sorry I'm late, practice ran a bit long."

You waved him off.

"It's ok, I haven't been waiting long," you watched as he shrugged off his coat, glancing over the open menu in front of him.

You couldn't tear your attention off him, seemingly mesmerized as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and picked up the book. He hummed as he read, only glancing up after he seemed to find something.

"What do you want to --" he stopped when he caught you staring, smiling at how you tried to play it off. "What's on your mind Baby?"

You smiled, Yunho seeing the way your cheeks flushed that shade of pink that he loved.

"You act so casual like you don't look like some k-drama lead," you shook your head.

He laughed.

"Well technically I am Sweetpea," he laughed harder at the glare you shot at him.

"Smartass," you made a face at him, smiling and going back to your menu.

"So you think I'm handsome?" he smiled teasingly, menu forgotten in his hand. He leaned over the table, candlelight defining his face even more.

"I think you're annoying," you rolled your eyes. "I take it back, you're more like the comedic relief than a lead," he put a hand to his chest, acting offended.

"You know I'm still a fan favorite."

Kang Yeosang

Angel, Honey, Darling

"Darling," Yeosang's voice was low and husk as his whispered in your ear. You let out a quiet hum, turning over on your side without opening your eyes.

He pushed you onto your back again, wrapping himself around you and tucking his face into your neck.

"Honey, we need to get up," he slowly kissed up your neck, pecking behind your ear before moving to your cheek.

You groaned, sliding the covers higher up on yourself.

"No~," you whined, arms wrapping around him as he slid on top of you. "You're warm," you sighed as his kisses slowed to a stop at the corner of your mouth.

"We have things to do today," you felt him smile as he lifted up just a bit.

"It's your vacation, we don't have anything to do," you groaned, eyes barely opening to look at him. His hair was a mess, a lazy smile on his face as he stared at you.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, bouncing off his skin with a halo like glow.

You could stay looking at him like this forever and it wouldn't be long enough. You raised a hand, running it through his hair a bit.

He leaned into the contact as you slid down to his cheek.

"Exactly, vacation means I finally have time to take you on that brunch date," he laughed, moving back down to your lips. You smiled against him, pulling him even closer as he gave you quick pecks.

"Come on Angel, let me take you out today."

Choi San

Baby, Honey, Sweet girl

"Come on Honey," San stepped into the bathroom, adjusting his sleeves. "We're gunna be late if we don't leave soo-"He dragged the word out, slowly turning it to a whistle. You looked at him through the mirror, seeing him slowly smile as his eyes ran over you.

"Pulled out all the stops tonight hm?" he dragged his eyes back to yours and you recognized the look in them.

"Don't even think about it, I've been in this bathroom for too long for you to mess it up," you warned, glaring at him through the mirror as you adjusted your dress.

His face fell into a pout.

"I didn't even say anything yet," he whined. You rolled your eyes with a laugh.

"Don't even try playing innocent I know that look," your eyes went back to your reflection, running a hand through your hair before smiling satisfied. "Now, were gunna be late remember?"

"Do you truly think so little of me Baby?" he put on that innocent face again, like he wasn't just looking at you like you were a slice of his favorite cake.

"Is that an honest question?" you shuffled past him, moving to the closet to find your shoes.

"Meanie," he huffed, motioning for you to sit on the bed as he grabbed your favorite heels. You smiled at him as he slid them on, fastening the strap around your ankles like it was muscle memory.

"You do that faster than I can," you commented, rolling your ankle around to try and slow him down. It didn't work, his hands sliding down to still the movement.

"Because Sweetgirl," he stood and took your hands, pulling you up and into his chest. You splayed a hand to it, the other staying in his as he leaned down a ghosted a kiss over your glossed lips. "I haven't let you put them on yourself in months."

"And why is that exactly," you asked, eyes fluttering as he put his forehead to yours.

"Hopefully you'll forget how eventually, so even when I mess up that pretty make up you can't leave me," he joked, laughing as you slapped his chest. You smiled and moved away, grabbing your purse and heading to the door.

"You're insufferable," you complained with no real annoyance behind it, your voice full of amusement. His eyes trailed down you again as you walked away.

"You know, we don't have to go to this award show," he debated.

"Come on Mr. Choi, don't even start."

Song Mingi

Babe, Cutey, Doll

"Why hello there Doll," he pulled you into him by the waist, kissing your cheek with a crooked smile. "And what is someone looking so good doing here hmm?"

Your brows raised at him, looking at him surprised.

"Well, she might be looking for her boyfriend, but it looks like all she found was some guy that looks like him but with worse lines," you gave him a cheeky smile.

He pouted.

"Oh, come on Babe, my lines are great," he huffed.

"No, she's right. They suck," Wooyoung threw over his shoulder as he walked out of the practice room.

"Yeah, that one was pretty bad," Hongjoong laughed, following him out.

"Honestly horrible," Yunho laughed, stopping to pat your shoulder. "Don't know how you put up with him," he whispered with a smile.

Mingi flicked his head, shooing him out the door with the rest of them.

"Was it really that bad?" Mingi looked back down to you. You put your hands to his chest, patting him with a smile.

"Just a little, it was nice though," you laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair a bit.

"I knew it," he kissed your cheek again, this time moving down to your mouth. You laughed into it, arms wrapping around his neck. "I knew you would love it."

"Love is a strong word," you rolled your eyes.

"Keep that up and I'll make those pretty eyes roll for another reason Cutey."

Jung Wooyoung

Baby, Babe, Sunshine

There was one thing you were sure of.

There was nothing more attractive than a man walking in with a bouquet of flowers that you knew were meant for you.

Wooyoung pushed up his sunglasses, pushing his hair back with them as he looked around the cafe before spotting you. You saw his face brighten when he found you.

"Babe!" he smiled widely as he came up to the table, planting a heavy kiss on your forehead before sitting down across from you. "You'll never guess what San told me about his manager and a reporter," he set the flowers down, sliding them over to you.

You looked down at them with a smile, laughing a little as you picked them up to smell them. They were your favorites, wrapped in newspaper and a little string.

"What's the occasion?" you looked back up to him, ignoring his prompt for gossip. He looked at you confused.

"I just got of work and have a good gossip story?" you rolled your eyes, shaking the flowers a little.

"Not that dummy, these," you looked back down to the flowers to emphasize them. His brows raised as he nodded.

"Nothing, I just saw them on my way over here and knew you'd like them," he smiled as your cheeks flushed pink. "Plus, I hadn't got you any in a while," he shrugged.

"I do like them," you set them back down, smoothing the paper down a bit. "Thank you."

"Anytime Sunshine," his hand found yours over the table, thumb running gently over your skin at the sweet smile you gave him.

"So, San's manager and a reporter?" you asked, resting your chin in your palm. His face perked up.

"Oh my god Baby it's an insane story so--"

Choi Jongho

Sweetheart, Honey, Bunny

"Sweetheart~," Jongho practically sung the nickname through the apartment, followed by the sound of his steps sliding on the hardwood.

You could hear his happy hum as he found you in the kitchen, turning to see a bright smile on his face.

He came home ready to surprise you with that he got a few days off. Both of you had been on completely opposite schedules lately, so this total stroke of luck was the best news he had gotten in months.

But as he stepped into the kitchen you turned around, hair falling out its tie and his shirt covered in what he hoped was just flour, he forgot everything on his brain.

"Hi Bunny," his voice melted as he leaned into the door frame. You smiled, leaving your dough on the counter and coming up to him. You cupped his face, squishing them until his lips puckered for you to kiss.

You giggled as you backed away, leaving flour handprints against his cheeks.

"Sorry," you laughed, wiping at the flour only making it worse. That goofy smile stayed on his lips as he looked at you, head tilting into your hand.

"Cookies?" he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded, turning back to where the cookie dough waited for you.

"I'm worried they'll be too sweet," you sighed, looking at the damn sugar jar you knocked over right into the dough earlier. "We really need to change this jar set up," you grumbled.

He laughed, wiping his cheeks as he came up behind you. His chin rested on your shoulder.

"Nothing you make can be too sweet Honey."

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I was going to add some more cheesy ones, but secondhand embarrassment kicked in lol

Also why is San's so long compared to everyone elses? I don't know how that happened

“No touching, baby.”

Hongjoong's voice curled around the dim bedroom like smoke—a single lamp shining on the nightstand, throwing shadows across the sheets. You sat in the chair Hongjoong had placed at the edge of the bed, fingers twitching where they lay against your naked thighs.

Hongjoong, however, was lying face down on the pillows, his spine shaped in a long, elegant line, ass lifted just slightly. The bottle of lube sat uncapped beside his knee, where it dipped into the mattress, the clear gel already gleaming on his fingers. 

He wiggled from side to side, readjusting so that he could push his legs further apart—turning his head so his left cheek pressed against the pillow, half-lidded eyes staring into yours, dark with lust. You could see and hear everything. 

Everything.

The slow, deliberate squelch that filled the silence as he pressed two slick fingers against himself, circling and teasing the tight ring of muscle with the kind of patience that made your clit throb at the sight, your face growing hot along with the heat pooling in your lower back. 

“You’re going to watch,” Hongjoong teased, letting out a faint breath before his lips formed into a familiar mischievous grin. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his tongue tracing the edge of his top teeth. “I want your eyes on me the whole time. Understood?” 

“Yes,” you barely managed to breathe out, eyes glued to the man in front of you. 

And he pushed.

His back arched when the first finger pushed in slowly, working himself open when a long, shuddering exhale escaped him. Not a moan, not yet—something deeper. Like layers of relief, of hunger, were slowly being peeled away. Your breath hitched at the sight. 

“Touch yourself,” he smirked, tone calm and unhurried. “While you look at me.”

A groan left his parted lips when your hand slid obediently between your legs, the cotton of your panties already damp and clinging against your glistening folds. Pushing the fabric aside, you let your middle finger settle against your clit—not rubbing just yet, just resting there, feeling the throb sync with the sight of his finger retreating, then pushing back in, joined by a second. 

His eyes grew shut for a second, a faint furrow in his brow as he welcomed the stretch of a second finger—a small, almost needy whimper cutting through the thick tension filling the air. His hips rolled, and the slick sound of Hongjoong fucking himself on his fingers grew louder, followed by a mix of breathy moans and mumbled whimpers. 

Fuck. 

The sight in front of you was so filthy, so fucking obscene, yet so intricately beautiful—the way his legs trembled with every thrust, the involuntary movement of his hips as he fucked back onto his fingers, his hole flushed red from the stretch. At the same time, drops of lube trailed down to his balls, his hard and painfully neglected cock hanging low.  

You drew a tight circle around your clit, breath escaping in an almost sharp hiccup from how good it felt.  

“T-that’s it—mmmh—let me hear you, baby.” Hongjoong purred, with only the faint stutter of his words as proof of how affected he was, too. 

His two fingers became a slow, rhythmic fuck. His wrist twisted as his knuckles kept disappearing into that glistening heat, a moan breaking loose from his chest—low and wrecked—and the sound of it sent shivers straight down your spine, your fingers now moving faster, pressing and then sliding through your own wetness as you watched him stretch himself open. 

“F-fuck,” you breathed. 

Hongjoong laughed breathlessly, the sound nearly swallowed by the pillow. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Then he pulled his fingers free, the sudden emptiness leaving him gasping—his whole body fluttered, slick and shiny, and you had to clamp down on the noise building low in your throat. 

“Get the strap, baby. Fuck yourself with it first.” Hongjoon ordered, lips parted, pupils blown wide as the order landed hot in your belly, almost like a punch. 

Hurriedly, you scrambled to the nightstand drawer, pulling out the harness and the silicone cock—curved, not too thick, the one he’d chosen eagerly weeks ago.

“Drench it,” he said, still face-down, still presenting that perfectly round, waiting ass. “I want to feel how wet I make you when you fuck me."

“J-Joo—fuck—you'll be the death of me.” You groaned, hands trembling as you made your way back to the chair. 

It was impossible to look away from him as you brought the toy between your legs, the silicone contrastingly cool against your fevered skin. You guided it through your folds, coating the shaft with the slick evidence of everything he was doing to you. 

A moan clawed out of you as you pressed the tip against your entrance and finally pushed—your wetness coating the length as you let it slide back in, then out, glistening. Fuck, it already felt so good. 

“Good girl.”

You whined at the praise, shuddering as you pulled the dildo away—too impatient to continue—and buckled the harness around your hips. The base pressed against your mound, the weight of it foreign and obscene.

Hongjoong was already moving, pushing up onto his knees—cock jutting out, dark and weeping, still untouched. He didn’t look down at it. His eyes were on yours.

“Sit,” Hongjoong commanded, hand patting at the spot next to him. 

You left the warmth of the chair as you made your way onto the bed, legs flat as you leaned your back against the headboard, the dildo standing rigid in your lap. He crawled toward you—slow and predatory—swiftly turning around as he swung one leg over your thighs, his back to your chest.

He braced his hands on your knees, that tiny waist flaring into the roundest, most plump ass you'd ever seen, and you could do nothing but stare as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the base of the silicone cock. A fresh drizzle of lube from the bottle, the sound of it squelching in his grip made your mouth water.

“No touching,” he reminded you. His voice had gone ragged, his chest heaving slightly. “You just watch.”

He lined the tip up against his hole—slick, still gaping slightly from his fingers—and then he lowered himself, not all at once, but a fraction of an inch when a sharp gasp tore from his throat as the head breached him, his spine curling forward at the stretch. And fuck, he was so pretty like this. So in control yet so blissfully turned on, he couldn’t help the sounds escaping.

“Nnnngh—fuck,” he gasped as he rose and then sank again—just a little more this time. The dildo disappeared into his flushed hole, inch by agonizing inch, and you could see the way his body fought it and welcomed it in the same breath, making your clit pulse furiously against the base of the harness, untouched and aching. 

His palms slid higher up your thighs, nails biting in. “You f-feel that—ah—f-feel how tight I am?” 

“Yes,” you choked, your eyes so desperately wanting to flutter close from the ache between your thighs, but you fought against it; nothing was better than the sight in front of you.

Hongjoong fell forward then, fully seated, hands slapped onto your thighs for leverage as his back turned into a graceful arch, mumbled whimpers contrasting the wet, squelching fullness of Hongjoong being filled to the brim, lube leaking from where you joined—pooling against the base of the strap, a glistening drop that drooled down onto your skin. 

A long, broken moan erupted from the man as his head fell back, lifting his hips until the head was threatening to escape, only to drop down hard, setting a rhythm that drove the toy deep every time he sank. 

You groaned at the sight of his round ass bouncing, the muscles clenching around the silicone, the tiny waist flexing as he fucked himself on it—burned into your retinas. You couldn’t blink. Couldn’t breathe.

“Tell me what you see.” Hongjoong breathed, the dominant tone he’d desperately clung to faltering just slightly, almost like it was more of a plea than a demand.

“You’re—fuck—you’re swallowing it,” you stammered. “Every time you come down, it just—vanishes. God, your ass is so perfect. So fucking perfect taking it. Joong-ah.”

His head fell forward as he whimpered, his rhythm slowing down for just a second from the praise before he picked up the pace, faster—harder. The bed frame knocked against the wall, harsh sounds spilling into the air, almost like nails on a chalkboard compared to the song of Hongjoong’s whimpers, the lewd squelch of lube as he continued to stuff himself full, and the slap of his untouched cock against his belly with every bounce, leaving a glistening smear. And all you could do was watch.

A firm grip on your wrist brought you back to reality as Hongjoong dragged it to his cock, separating your fingers before closing your hands together against his leaking tip. The rhythm of his hips was erratic as he clasped his other hand against your thigh, fingers digging into the skin like he was scared you’d leave.

“P-please...” Was all Hongjoong managed to breathe out before your free hand grabbed the swell of his hips, legs rising until your feet lay planted against the bed for more stability. 

Hongjoong continued working both your hands down the length of his cock, squeezing tightly as you reached the tip, and then down again with a whimper escaping his parted lips. A whimper that quickly turned into pants and whines the second you steadied your grip on his hips and pounded into the wet heat of your boyfriend. Hard.

“So full—nnghh fuck—” The man couldn’t help the sounds that escaped him, cries and pleas for more and how fucking good you felt inside him, the dominant aura quickly disappearing because of how fucked drunk he was.

At this moment you couldn’t care less about your own pleasure. Not when Hongjoong was seated so perfectly in front of you, his abused hole swallowing the silicone cock so prettily—clenching around it every now and then to feel the ridges and details. To feel full.

You could feel the tension in your thighs, growing tired with every thrust, but you could not stop. The wet sounds paired with Hongjoong's noises worked like magic, pulling you in like a trance you couldn't get out of even if you tried. 

You swatted the hand away that kept you around his cock, working in frantic motions as a whine filled the air. Urging him to use his own hand instead, your now free one trailed along his curved back, sweat sticking to the palm of your hand as you placed it flat against his shoulder blades, carefully pushing him forward just a bit. Just to enhance the enticing arch of his back a bit more. 

“Ah! F-fuck, baby… R-right there—ah!”

The grip Hongjoong had on your thigh grew stronger, needier. The tips of his fingers dug painfully into your skin as his moans became more frequent, more desperate, more pleading. His head bobbed with each thrust, like he was in no control of how his body reacted or moved—just limp and pliant around the toy while you fucked stars into his eyes. 

“So good for me, baby. So good.” 

Your fingers grazed the curve of his back, leaving his shoulder blades and nails softly—but possessively—painting red marks along its path, stopping just above where the silicone cock disappeared into your boyfriend. Your hand quickly made contact with the side of his cheek, a harsh slap now welcomed into the mixture of sounds floating endlessly in the air. 

A deep moan escaped Hongjoong’s lips, his legs trembling in your lap. You softly ran your hand across the faint red mark of your palm against his skin, soothing it before charging again. 

Slap.

And Hongjoong was gone. His whole body seized—a rigid, breathless spasm that locked his hips flush against your lap. A guttural cry ripped from his chest, not a word, just sounds, as his cock pulsed untouched, spurting thick white streaks across his belly and thighs. His hole clamped down on the dildo so hard you could feel the pressure through the harness, a phantom squeeze that made you sob with need.

He trembled from the overstimulation as you fucked him through his orgasm. With the last thrust, he fell forward onto all fours, the toy still buried deep inside, his shoulders heaving in rhythm with the pants filling the air—the air that previously sang a melody of need, of desperation, now silent. The only sound moving cautiously in the room is a mix of your panting, along with the stench of sex, sweat, and lube. 

Then, through the wrecked quiet, his voice came—hoarse, shattered, and somehow still commanding.

the show was still playing from jisung’s laptop, some loud scene getting drowned out by dialogue neither of you had actually listened to in at least twenty minutes.

at some point he’d ended up on top of you, settled between your legs like it had happened by accident.

except, honestly, both of you knew it hadn’t been an accident at all. your makeout sessions always started the same way: slow, distracted, a couple soft laughs in between.

and then jisung completely lost his mind.

you felt him sigh against your mouth the second your hand slipped under his hoodie, barely brushing the warm skin of his waist.

his hips moved against you on instinct and he let out a broken sound, immediately hiding his face in your neck like he was embarrassed with himself the second after.

“fuck…” he whined, the word coming out muffled. “so wet…”

jisung kept rubbing the tip through your soaked folds, hissing every time he accidentally brushed your entrance. his fingers dug into the skin of your hips, feeling his cock throb at the thought of finally being inside you.

you breathed softly, fingers sliding up the back of his neck, playing with his hair while your nails lightly scraped at his skin. and jisung literally trembled on top of you.

you couldn’t stop the amused smile tugging at your lips. because jisung was completely gone. his eyes stayed locked on his own movements, brows furrowed as he whimpered whenever the feeling got too intense.

and still, he kept looking at you with that completely lost expression that always showed up right before he started begging.

“p-please…” he panted, voice shaky, broken. “god- baby… let me in- fuck- i promise i’ll be good…”

his doe eyes looked glossy while he stared at you like he was begging without even realizing it. his cheeks were bright red, glasses crooked, lips swollen from kissing so much he could barely close them properly anymore.

and somehow he was still trying to grind closer again, body trembling, those pathetic little sounds completely ruining your head.

“don’t,” you breathed out, frowning a little when he pushed his hips against you again.

jisung let out a small frustrated sound into your neck.

“but, baby… need you so bad,” he whimpered quietly. “need to be inside you…”

the way he said it almost ruined you too, because jisung was completely out of it.

you shook your head, finding it harder and harder to think with his cock pathetically dragging against your folds and your clit. and don’t even get started on the messy, desperate, wet kisses he kept scattering all over your body.

every touch seemed to go straight through him. he trembled whenever your nails scraped his neck, whimpered against your skin whenever you kissed him too deep, and kept burying his face in your neck every time he got embarrassed by the sounds leaving him.

jisung was inexperienced. out of all his hobbies and obsessions, he’d genuinely never considered the possibility of touching a real woman. or at least, not until you started dating a few months ago.

ever since then, every single makeout session had gotten erotic enough for jisung to cum in his pants from just a couple kisses and touches alone.

it was ridiculously adorable.

and probably the worst part was that he wasn’t even trying to act sexy. jisung just looked like this whenever he got desperate for you. messy, shaky, completely incapable of thinking straight.

“jisung,” you murmured, fingers slowly running through his damp hair. “you’re already struggling.”

he let out another one of those miserable little sounds immediately.

“if we actually have sex,” you continued, “you’re gonna lose your mind.”

and that seemed to completely destroy him.

he buried his face in your neck instantly with a muffled moan, though his hands still wandered over you absentmindedly like he physically couldn’t stop touching you. your waist, your thighs, your tits. any part of you he could hold onto without completely losing it.

his breathing was a warm mess against your skin. his movements clumsy, wandering over you just to feel how soft and warm you were.

you could feel his uneven breaths against your neck, mumbling nonsense and kissing you chaotically. you whimpered when he finally pulled back to look at you with that devoted expression he always got around you.

“maybe…” he swallowed hard, breathless. “maybe just the tip?”

your laugh came out softer than expected. because of course jisung would still try negotiating despite trembling, flushed bright red, barely able to breathe right.

“sweetie, you’re shaking,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “i don’t think you can handle that.”

“i’ll be good,” he insisted quickly, almost stumbling over his own words. “i swear. i’d stop if you want me to- i can do it- i-i can behave… please…”

and honestly, seeing him like this was starting to drive you insane too.

you hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him sharply against you.

jisung let out a small broken whimper that died in his throat, briefly squeezing his eyes shut when he felt your wetness drag against his aching cock.

“you’re lucky i like you,” you murmured. “all right. go on. but if you lose your mind, that’s not my fault”

“oh my god- thank you,” he blurted out almost desperately, peppering quick clumsy kisses all over your face like he had no idea what to do with himself now that you’d actually said yes.

it was impossible not to laugh a little. because just minutes ago he’d been trying to act like he could control himself, and now he looked seconds away from passing out just from having you under him.

his hands trembled slightly, his breathing still completely wrecked. even the way he looked at you seemed too vulnerable for someone who’d spent the last twenty minutes shamelessly begging.

he moved closer slowly, way too focused on every little reaction from you to think straight anymore.

he wrapped a hand around his cock and lined himself up against you eagerly. and the second he pushed the head in, barely two centimeters, finally feeling you around him, his whole body froze completely still.

“oh my god…” he breathed out in a broken whisper.

his eyes shut immediately and one hand gripped your thigh like he needed something to hold onto. you could feel him shaking above you, breathing like he’d just run miles.

“shit… okay. okay, i’m good…” he tried to say, though he sounded completely destroyed by the end of it.

the smile that spread across your lips probably made everything worse. because the second he looked at you again and saw that pleased expression on your face, something inside him seemed to snap for good.

jisung let out another embarrassed little moan and buried his face in your neck instantly, like he was trying to survive the feeling.

“you’re doing good…” you whispered, running a hand slowly down his back.

and honestly, that didn’t help either.

you could feel him trying to control himself. the way he kept taking deep breaths, the way he slowly pulled himself back out of you, clearly losing his mind from how overwhelming it felt. he’d push in just a little before stopping again, like he was trying to buy himself time before completely losing it.

he dragged against your wet folds again, whining audibly every time he felt how tightly you took him. he could feel the urge to sink fully into you, make you moan his name, fill you completely.

“i-i’m behaving,” he murmured with a weak smile that disappeared immediately after another shaky gasp slipped out. “see?”

he started this tiny little pattern that was driving him straight to insanity. teasing your folds, brushing your entrance, slowly pushing in until his head spun from the pleasure, then pulling out before he embarrassed himself by cumming too fast.

you could practically see the superhuman effort in his movements, trembling every time he got a little deeper. until eventually he let out a frustrated whine, one that sounded genuinely desperate.

and that’s when you knew he’d already lost the fight with himself.

unable to take it anymore, jisung immediately dug his fingers into your thighs and slammed fully into you in one motion, stuffing you completely. one clumsy, needy thrust, completely out of control.

the sound he let out this time was almost miserable.

and he probably could’ve cum right there from how soft, wet, tight, and warm you felt around him. it felt unbelievably good. your cunt pressed against his hips, taking him completely with no problem at all.

it felt so good that the only thing he could think to do was grip your thighs tightly just so he could stay buried inside you until he got used to how tight you were.

“ji-jisung? you- ah…” you gasped, voice breaking in surprise.

but jisung wasn’t really listening anymore. or at least not fully.

something in his expression changed instantly. that desperate little look he always got whenever you were too close, whenever you touched him just a little too much.

and then he started moving again. started thrusting in and out in this messy, hungry rhythm like he was trying to get even closer to you somehow, even though there wasn’t any possible space left between you anymore.

his broken moans and pathetic whimpers every time his tip hit your cervix mercilessly were loud enough to make you worry someone might hear. you watched his tongue fall out slightly as he panted, feeling you squeeze him impossibly tight.

“oh shit- baby, you’re so fucking tight i-” a whine interrupted him, sounding completely wrecked. “i-i think m’gonna come already. god- i-i’m sorry… i didn’t mean to- fuck…”

jisung didn’t even know where to put his hands anymore. one second he was gripping your waist and the next he was touching you everywhere like he needed to feel every inch of you before completely losing his mind.

“oh fuck- you were totally right. you feel so fucking good- mmmh- i’m already losing it…”

you literally couldn’t respond. every thrust was so deep and overwhelming that all you could do was moan incoherently, nails digging into his back for support.

jisung moved erratically against you, pleasure crashing into him nonstop. he couldn’t think anymore. he was completely buried between your legs. your body twisted beneath him, trembling and taking him fully. his hands found your breasts again, squeezing and kneading desperately, not even knowing where to start.

completely ruined.

“mmmh- you feel- fuck- you feel even better than i thought, jagi…” he sighed against your hot skin, voice completely gone.

his glasses were fogged up now. hair stuck to his forehead, lips red and swollen from all the desperate kisses he kept leaving on your neck, your tits, any skin he could reach.

and still, he kept looking at you with that devastated expression, like he couldn’t believe you were really letting him do this.

he lowered his head and pressed it between your breasts. leaving a trail of open-mouthed, wet, sucking kisses. your back arched the second you felt his hot breath against your sensitive nipples.

it felt like heaven. jisung genuinely thought nothing had ever felt as good as the moans spilling out of you with every touch, lick, and kiss he left on your skin.

“fuck- i think i’m addicted to you…” he let out between shaky breaths. “too much, too much. you’re milking me so good…”

the confession came out so pathetic and sincere that your heart literally skipped a beat.

jisung needed more. he needed everything from you. your moans and shaky breaths in his ear were pushing him right to the edge. your legs trembled, thighs hugging his body tightly, trying to pull him deeper.

jisung felt like he could do this for hours and hours. except, unfortunately, his body had completely different plans.

breathing was getting harder and harder. keeping a steady rhythm without fully losing his mind was becoming impossible. the heat in his stomach was unbearable and he knew it.

he knew it from the way his movements were getting sloppier, from how his hands trembled against your body, from how he couldn’t stop staring at you.

your broken breaths only made everything worse. every tiny sound you let out had jisung reacting immediately with a gasp, an embarrassed moan, his hips speeding up, getting sloppier before he could stop himself.

“oh my god…” he whispered in a broken breath, desperately searching for your lips.

his thrusts were deep, rough, but inexperienced. he just wanted to stay completely inside you, fucking you mercilessly until he could empty every last drop into you.

you moaned against his lips with every thrust, desperate, whiny from the feeling, and jisung could feel every sound running straight through his body and directly into his cock.

then he looked down to where your bodies met and felt the heat in his stomach become unbearable. he watched the spot where his cock disappeared into you over and over again, the way your thighs were turning pinker from how relentlessly he kept slamming into you.

“s-shit- you’re perfect. made for me. taking me so good- fuck-” he threw his head back with a whine.

his words mixed together with sloppy kisses and uneven breaths. he didn’t even seem aware of what he was saying anymore. he was just talking, completely out of his mind, like the pleasure was ripping every thought straight out of his chest.

“ji- m’so close…” you panted, your voice broken.

and those words made his cock twitch inside you. he needed to make you cum on his cock while he fucked you. he wanted to push you right to that point where all you could do was cry out his name.

“that’s it- ah… wanna hear you coming, baby… please…” he whimpered against your lips.

the kiss turned messy, chaotic. jisung couldn’t stop, even when you started writhing beneath him from the huge wave of pleasure wrapping around you. jisung let out the most wrecked sound you’d heard from him all night.

and with a couple broken whines and incoherent moans, you came violently. your body tensed, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that jisung stopped completely after hitting your cervix one more time, freezing in place.

your head fell back and your whole body trembled. you could feel jisung’s hands roaming all over you, his devoted, excited gaze fixed on your body.

he’d done all of that. made you feel so good you couldn’t stop moaning his name until the very end. it was like making you cum was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“baby- f-fuck… i’m gonna-!”

all of it made his cock ache, throbbing harder and harder until the orgasm hit when he felt you squeeze him suffocatingly tight one more time.

nothing had ever felt this good, this deep, this overwhelming. there was nothing left for him to do except chase it. he was moaning and whining like every nerve in his body was about to explode.

he came so fast he didn’t even have time to warn you before it happened. he finished completely inside you, cock twitching while he emptied every last drop.

it lasted longer than any time he’d ever touched himself thinking about you.

his cock wouldn’t stop pulsing and spilling, feeling his release slide out of you and onto the sheets beneath. he hissed and moaned, babbling praise that made you stare at him in shock, cheeks burning red while you smiled so hard at how utterly destroyed he looked.

exhaustion finally hit him, making him collapse beside you after carefully pulling out. he immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly, leaving kisses all over your face. all you could do was hum softly and melt into his arms, your tired breathing blending together.

“d-did i… d-did i do good? did you like it?” he asked, searching your eyes for reassurance. “i know i said i could control myself but- you’re… you felt so-” his voice came out fast, nervous.

“jisung,” you murmured, cutting off his rambling. “it was good. more than good.”

you could literally see his eyes light up before he started peppering even more kisses across your face. you could feel his heart-shaped smile against your skin through every soft kiss, relaxed like he’d been waiting for your approval since the second everything started spiraling out of control.

“really?” he asked quietly.

you nodded slightly and that alone was enough to ruin him all over again.

“fuck,” he laughed tiredly before burying his face in your neck. “i was so nervous.”

your laugh vibrated against his chest and jisung immediately pressed another absentminded kiss under your jaw. then another. and another, like he physically couldn’t stop.

“you were right, though,” he murmured against your skin.

“about what?”

“if we actually did it…” he paused for a second, sighing tiredly. “i kinda lost my mind.”

he let out another soft laugh before lifting his head just enough to look at you. his hair was messy, lips swollen, eyes still half-lidded with exhaustion. completely ruined.

and somehow, he was still looking at you like you were his favorite thing in the world.