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you didn’t go for his belt tonight, even as he lied beneath you, leaned up against the headboard, shirt riding up, breath shallow in his throat. your hand found his jaw instead—slightly tense under your touch—and his lips were already parted. you brushed your fingers over the plush, pink skin. his breath hitched. 

you carefully pressed one past his lips, just enough for him to wrap his mouth around it. he sucked lightly at first, dark eyes searching yours with hesitance. you murmured some encouragement, low and warm, to continue. his shoulders relaxed a bit, reaching up to hold your wrist and letting his eyes flutter shut. 

he dragged his tongue along the pad, sucking with more sureness now. his hips twitched involuntarily beneath you. he anchored himself against you with his other hand on your thigh. he wasn’t thinking anymore, not with words, at least. so, you slowly slipped a second finger in. 

he moaned. 

the sound went straight through you, his grip tightening. you lightly pressed down on his tongue. he sucked harder in return, hips rocking upward in a steady rhythm. his cock was hard against his jeans, trapped between you. he chased the friction without thinking.

then you stopped.

you pulled your fingers out with a soft, slick sound and sat back. he whined, low and needy, jaw slack, hips still chasing nothing.

you smiled, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. "miss it already, don’t you?"

he nodded, quick and eager. you hummed, watching his chest rise and fall, the desperation welling in his eyes.

when you pressed your fingers to his lips again, he opened without hesitation. he took them deeper this time, soaking them down to your knuckles until tears sprung in the corners of his eyes. a broken sound escaped him as his hips jerked up, every muscle taut with need, pressing you closer with both hands.

you finally obliged him, grinding back against him slowly. the friction dragged another moan out of him, his whole body responding with a jolt. 

"think you can cum like this?"

he didn't hum or nod or try to speak. he was far past that. your fingers in his mouth, the press of your hips against his strained cock—they clouded his entire mind. he could only moan in response. he somehow pulled you closer, feeling each rock of your hips even more fully. his fingers dug into your skin, breath stuttering as he sucked harder. it all inched him closer and closer to that edge you’ve been pulling him toward since the first touch. 

then, his whole body bucked under you all at once, mouth still full, eyes shut tight, thighs shuddering. you eased him through it with your hips, watching every tiny expression that crossed his face, absorbing every moan vibrating against your fingers. you didn’t stop until the last wave softened. his hips bucked once more, then stilled completely, his mouth slackening around you.

you slowly drew your fingers from his lips, slick with spit and heat, and you cradled his jaw in your hand. his glassy eyes blinked open, pink, swollen lips feeling around for something, anything to say. you kissed him before he could, soft and grounding.

"good," you whispered against his mouth. "you did really good."

riwoo.

pervy!riwoo who feels sooo terrible but whenever you wear a loose off the shoulder shirt n bend over he cant help but steal a look down your shirt. he feels so bad, he knows he shouldnt be looking but he swears he cant help it! poor boy cant help the perverted thoughts that come into his mind- but he swears hes not a pervert. when your peacefully sleeping and your off the shoulder shirt slightly slides down and practically your whole breast is out- he feels awful. should he fix your shirt for you? he knows he should out of respect- but instead he needs to cop a feel :( cupping your titty and feeling your hardened nipple with his fingers he almost cums in his pants right then and there. your whimpering kinda scares him- hes worried you woke up and he got caught but thankfully for riwoo your still asleep. your whimpers got him closer to cumming in his pants than ever- and he has to resort to humping your thigh.

jaehyun.

pervy!jaehyun whos a panty stealer andd sniffer...!! he feels so gross but he makes excuses for himself, trying to convince himself its not perverted or weird! youre soo confused when your favorite pair of panties mysteriously goes missing, you swore you put them in the laundry and they shouldve been washed by now! but nope, you were wrong, jaehyun had taken your used panties out the laundry hamper :( he knows its perverted as he sniffs your panties while fisting his cock- or wrapping your panties around his cock feeling the fabric cumming all over your panties n soiling them. he ends up keeping them in his side drawer and thats rxactly where you find them! youre so confused as to why jaehyun had them in his side drawer- until you feel his cum on your panties.

taesan.

pervy!taesan whos a littleee bit more lowkey with his perverted tendencies. but! that spare key to your apartment does him wonders. he was just gonna stop by to see you- nothing perverted about it! but the second he opened that apartment door and he heard your sweet honey-like moans coming from your bedroom he couldnt stop the tent growing in his pants. he crept up to your room- too scared to push the door even slightly open, but he eventually gets over it when your moans become louder. you dont notice the sound of the door creeping slightly open because of the loud buzz of your vibrator and the loud sounds of your wetness on the dildo. taesan cums in his pants the second he sees this- which is such a hit to his ego! but how can he help it when your spread wide open with the prettiest sounds? you dont even know hes there and that somehow makes it better for him. he shouldnt be watching you and hes fully aware that he should probably walk away or at least look away- but he cant. youre just way too gorgeous and he cant miss out on this.

leehan.

they tease you first, pulling your panties to the side and swiping through your folds. you whimper as leehan drags his finger teasingly across your clit, and he laughs when you grind into his touch.

"you have to be quiet, pretty," he whispers as taesan slaps his hand away, pulling his own heavy cock out of his pants and teasingly dragging the tip up and down your folds. you have to bite down on your lip when you finally sink down on his cock, taesan groaning loudly as his cock gets enveloped by your heat.

it's mortifying, really, when the slaps of your skin on taesan's echos over the hum of the plane's engine. you furiously trying to keep your sounds to a minimum while taesan's is just way too unbothered to care, groaning loud enough that the entire plane can probably hear.

"th - they'll hear!" you whimper at a particularly loud moan from taesan, his grip on your hips unrelenting as he pushes you down on his cock, "w - what if they film it and - and -"

you're cut off by a particularly hard thrust from taesan, back arching as your orgasm washes over you unexpectedly. leehan mutters a quiet curse at your cute sounds, his own hand tugging on his cock as he watches taesan's cock disappear into your cute cunt, your slick dribbling down his cock.

taesan cums with his own loud groan, ropes of white spurting into your pussy as his hips shudder and you fall limply onto him.

"guess the world will just know how much of a slut you are," taesan purrs into your ears, "whoring yourself out to two men like this."

leehan tugs you impatiently out of taesan's arms, watching the way taesan's dick falls out of your pussyhole, globs of white pushed out by your pulsing pussy and dribbling down your thighs and onto the leather seats. leehan's cock already soooo hard, and he kisses your cum stained pussy as he slides down your cute lace panties and stuffs it in the pocket of his suit like a cheeky hankerchief... he nearly cums just from sliding into your needy hole, you now pushed back into his inclined seat as he towers over you, pushing up your shirt and bra as he tells you to be a good girl and play with your tits while he rubs circles into your clit and continues to rut into you.

"nngh - leehan! it's too deep!" you cry out, thighs pressed into the leather as leehan continues to pound into you, the entire seat jostling with his movements and the turbulence of the plane. leehan only just laughs, pushing your thighs up to your chest as he leans further into you, his dick hitting the spot that makes you see stars. you can't even squirm away if you tried, stuck between the seat and leehan as he mercilessly slams into your cute cunt.

"the leather is water proof, princess," taesan teases into your ear, fingers coming up to play with your nipples, every ounce of shame flying out of you as leehan's dick slams into the deepest part of your cunt, "you know what you have to do, right?"

school was a popularity contest at this point. you’d barely been on campus for two weeks and already people were competing over who had the best dorm room or the best outfits this semester. you couldn’t even be upset about it though, because honestly… it’s exactly what you expected from a bunch of young adults. finally having the chance to wear anything besides a stiff uniform and decorate their rooms however they want without their parents hovering and nagging, it made sense they’d show off. but you? you didn’t care for it. it’s not like you didn’t have a dorm theme or outfits you thought looked good, nah. you just didn’t care to compete, not even when your own roomies joked that their rooms were better than yours. your space was covered in your favorite color, walls plastered with posters, your bed crowded with stuffed animals and too many blankets to count. cozy, a little homy vibe, that’s all that mattered. second year already, so why would you waste energy trying to impress? no need. you were content with how it all turned out.

you were a psychology major, the mind and people’s behaviors always fascinated you. you’d been that weird kid growing up, always wondering why people felt what they felt, even when you didn’t feel much at all. that numbness stuck with you, only growing heavier as the years passed. no matter how calm or “at peace” you tried to be, there was still that sharp ache buried in your soul from the past. the past that supposedly didn’t matter anymore. or at least the one you tried not to think about. the past you summed up as what naturally happens when you love people. psych told you that much (even if it didn’t really). so you kept yourself out of relationships, convincing yourself it was for your sanity. maybe part of it was, but the real truth? you were terrified. terrified of what love could do to you again. was everyone going to be cruel, was everyone secretly disgusted, was everyone just waiting to use you up for years and leave you clueless? maybe not. but you couldn’t be convinced otherwise.

you had to take an art class this semester, and you didn’t hate it. you figured maybe it would bring you some peace, and for these first two weeks it kinda did. everything was simple. you barely noticed anyone in the class, until today. walking to class as usual, headphones in, music drowning out the world. you weren’t in a rush, taking your sweet time… and that’s when he showed up too. you didn’t know him, but you knew he always got there before you. tall, dark hair, pale skin. his eyes sat low, airpods tucked in, and before you even realized it, your gaze lingered too long. you caught yourself staring, heat rising in your face, so you picked up your pace and ducked your head before he noticed. when you walked into class, the room was quiet. you slipped to the back, claiming the corner seat by the window. moments later, he walked in, sliding into a chair across the room, also in the back.

he never looked your way, not once. you knew because you were watching. you didn’t mean to stare, but he had that thing about him. mysterious, untouchable, the kind of handsome that felt wrong for you to even notice. it was bad. the lecture kicked off, and today’s assignment was introduced: sketch something you find beautiful. the professor explained you’d be walking around campus from time to time, snapping pictures of anything you thought was worth remembering. simple, almost too easy. but this project was the backbone of the semester, meant to leave you with a sketchbook full of whatever you thought was beautiful or interesting by the end. you liked the idea, really. it gave you freedom, space to create whatever you wanted without limits. with the class only once a week, it didn’t feel heavy, it felt like a hobby.

for the next couple weeks you felt something shift. not at first, not in a way you could point out, but it was there. he started to watch you more often. sometimes you’d catch him walking a little closer when you were both heading to class. sometimes you’d look up and his eyes were already on you, staring without any shame, like he didn’t care if you noticed. you finally learned his name one class when the professor called him up. taesan. the way it rolled off her tongue so effortlessly made you freeze for a second. taesan. it suited him. he’d watch the way your fingers moved across the page when you were sketching the photos you brought in, but you never noticed. not even when a small smile would tug at his lips while you worked.

one night, after class, he finally spoke to you. class ended around 6 and the sky was already dim, the sun dipping low enough to make everything look softer. you, him, and a couple others stayed behind to finish some sketches. by the time you started packing your things, most people were already gone. he lingered, moving slower, eyes flicking to you like he wanted you to notice. and you did. when he shot you a quick smile before walking out, it caught you off guard. so you rushed to catch up before he could leave the building.

you: “what was that about?”

he shrugged, not looking at you once, voice low and quiet in a way that made your chest ache.

t: “you looked at me, so i smiled.”

you: “but-”

t: “i know i was looking at you first. i did it on purpose.”

you: “w-why?”

t: “you’re easy to look at.”

your brows furrowed, confusion written across your face, but he didn’t waver.

you: “what’s that supposed to mean?”

he tilted his head slightly, eyes finally flicking down to meet yours as the two of you slowed to a stop in the hallway.

t: “you don’t get it, do you?”

you shook your head slowly, suddenly too aware of how close the two of you were. for the first time, his gaze really landed on you, heavy and deliberate, like he wanted you to understand something you weren’t ready to. he stopped walking completely, just standing there, staring down at you like the answer should’ve been obvious.

after that night things shifted again. not in a loud or obvious way, but in that quiet way you couldn’t pin down. taesan never said much, but you started to notice him more. he was always around. he’d be walking out of class when you did, sitting across from you in the studio, never really looking until you caught him, and then it was like his eyes burned into yours. you tried to talk to him sometimes. simple things. asking what music he liked, what kind of art he wanted to do, even dumb questions about professors. but he never gave you much. just short answers, a shrug, sometimes a half-smile that felt like it meant something more. you thought maybe he was just quiet, maybe he didn’t like to open up, but you still wanted to know.

what you didn’t know was that every time you sat by the window, every time you bent over your sketchbook, every time you laughed with someone else, he was watching. taesan filled pages with you. not in a way that was meant to be cruel or invasive, but in his own eyes, it was wrong. he’d snap pictures of you when you weren’t looking. nothing inappropriate, nothing crossing the line. but photos he thought captured something nobody else could see. the curve of your hand when you held a pencil. the crease in your forehead when you focused. your face when you weren’t thinking about anyone else but yourself. he sketched them all. pages and pages of you.

and the whole time, he stayed silent. because he could see it in you, the fear. you were terrified of falling too deep, of being loved too much. you hid it, but not well enough for him. so he said nothing. even when you leaned in a little closer during group work, even when you asked him about his family, even when you told him you thought he was interesting. he swallowed it down, convinced he didn’t deserve to say what he wanted to. convinced you’d run the second he did.

months passed and somehow, despite how quiet he was, the two of you became friends. best friends, even. you’d sit with him at lunch sometimes, drag him along to bookstores, send him songs you thought he’d like. he never opened up, never gave you the parts of himself you wanted to see, but you didn’t push. you just let him exist beside you, and that was enough. at least for you.

not for him. he never told you how it broke him to watch you choose everyone but him. the way you’d fall for someone else, let them hold your hand, let them in. he’d still be there, listening when you cried about them, sketching your face the night you showed up at his dorm with tears in your eyes. he’d never tell you how badly he wanted to hate them, how badly he wanted to scream that you were his, that he saw you in ways no one else ever could. instead, he stayed quiet. the good friend. the background. the creep.

you started dating someone halfway through the semester. nothing serious at first, just another guy from your dorm who made you laugh and bought you coffee. you told taesan about him one afternoon while you were both sketching in the studio, like it was nothing, like you thought taesan wouldn’t care. he didn’t say much, he never did, but that night he filled three new pages in his sketchbook of you. not of you smiling, not of you laughing, but of you looking away. your profile, your hand clutching your phone, the curve of your shoulder when you leaned forward. he stayed up late, pressing the pencil into the page so hard the lines nearly tore through.

he hated himself for it. hated how much he wanted to rip the name of that guy out of your mouth. he wasn’t supposed to care, wasn’t supposed to think about the way your lips looked when you said someone else’s name. but every time you went on another date, every time you sat beside him talking about the stupid little things your boyfriend did, taesan smiled like the perfect friend and then went back to his dorm and sketched you until his hand ached.

his sketchbook was full of you now. not a single page left untouched. he had you in every angle, every expression, every detail down to the way your hair framed your face when you weren’t even aware of it. if anyone saw it, they’d think he was insane. maybe he was. in his head, he was the creep, the background shadow, the one who wasn’t supposed to want you like this.

but still, he wanted.

you noticed something different in him after you started dating. not obvious, not anything anyone else would’ve seen, but you caught it. the way he stared longer, the way his eyes would drag over your face like he was memorizing it. one night, when you mentioned skipping class to go out with your boyfriend, his jaw tightened before he nodded.

you: “what? you don’t think i should go?”

he shook his head slowly, eyes flicking away.

t: “do whatever you want. you always do.”

you blinked at him, taken aback, but he was already back to sketching, pencil moving like you hadn’t said a thing.

later that night, when you were gone, he sketched you again. except this time it wasn’t from a photo. it was from memory. he drew you the way you looked sitting in his dorm that afternoon, the exact curve of your frown when he told you that. and then he drew another. and another. until the page was crowded with nothing but your face, staring back at him, judging him silently.

and he couldn’t stop.

you didn’t expect it to hurt the way it did. it was just some guy, some dumb dorm fling, but the second you found out he cheated, it gutted you. like proof that maybe everyone really was cruel. maybe you were right for being terrified of love all along. you didn’t even think about where to go, your body moved before your brain did, and suddenly you were knocking on taesan’s door with your heart in your throat.

he opened it and froze when he saw you. eyes red, hands shaking, the kind of wreck he’d sketched a hundred times in his head but never wanted to see for real. you pushed past him without waiting, collapsing onto the edge of his bed. he shut the door slowly, chest burning, because he already knew what happened. he didn’t have to ask.

you: “he cheated.”

your voice cracked, eyes wet, and for the first time in months taesan felt his jaw tighten so hard it hurt. he sat down across from you, hands fisting against his knees, because if he touched you right now he wouldn’t be able to stop.

t: “of course he did.”

you blinked up at him, startled, but he kept going, the words slipping like poison from a crack he couldn’t patch anymore.

t: “you think they see you the way i do? you think anyone else could? he never deserved you. none of them do.”

you stared at him, eyes wide, and that’s when it hit you.  how much he’d been holding back. the way he looked at you all semester, the way he stayed quiet, the way he never opened up no matter how close you got. you swallowed hard, whispering,

you: “taesan… what are you saying?”

his breathing was uneven, almost shaky, and he finally lifted his head to meet your eyes.

t: “i see you everywhere. you don’t even know how easy you are to draw. how many times i’ve sketched you, how many times i’ve…”

he stopped himself, dragging a hand down his face like he already regretted it, but it was too late. you moved closer without even thinking, searching his face like he was some puzzle you could finally solve.

you: “show me.”

your voice was barely there, but he heard it. his chest tightened, torn between slamming the sketchbook shut forever and finally letting you see. but when you touched his wrist, gently, like you weren’t scared of him at all, his resolve cracked.

he reached over, grabbed the worn sketchbook from his desk, and set it in your lap. you opened it slowly, pages spilling over with nothing but you. you standing in the studio. you laughing. you crying. you biting your lip in concentration. you asleep on the couch after a late night study session. all of you.

your throat went dry, fingers trembling as you turned another page.

you: “taesan…”

he couldn’t even look at you, his ears burning, jaw clenched.

t: “i told you. you’re easy to look at.”

the air between you shifted, heavy and charged. you should’ve been scared, maybe even angry, but instead there was this heat crawling under your skin, this ache in your chest that made you lean closer instead of pulling away. he finally glanced at you, eyes dark, hungry in a way you’d never seen before.

for the first time, you realized. he’d been holding back all this time. and now, he wasn’t anymore.

the silence in his room was suffocating. the sketchbook sat open in your lap, and you kept flipping through even though every page made your chest ache a little more. it wasn’t just drawings, it was pieces of you. details you didn’t even know anyone noticed. the little scar on your hand, the curve of your shoulder when you hunched over your notes, the exact way your bottom lip tugged when you were nervous. taesan noticed everything.

you felt his eyes burning into the side of your face as you kept staring at his work. he wasn’t ashamed, not really. but he wasn’t proud either. he just sat there, watching you take in his obsession like it was something fragile.

you: “you should’ve told me.”

your voice cracked at the end, soft but heavy. he shook his head slowly, staring down at his hands.

t: “you would’ve run. you always run.”

that stung. because he was right. you thought about every time you pulled away from people, every time you convinced yourself you didn’t need love. you wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but you couldn’t. so instead you whispered,

you: “and now?”

he looked up then, really looked at you. his gaze was sharp, unblinking, like he was peeling you open with his eyes alone. his jaw clenched, chest rising and falling heavier than before.

t: “now you’re here. crying over someone who didn’t deserve you. and all i can think about is how badly i want you to look at me the way you looked at him.”

your breath caught, stomach twisting. there it was. the raw truth he’d buried under silence all semester.

you: “taesan…”

he moved before you could finish, not touching you, just shifting closer. his knee brushed yours, the faintest contact, but it felt like fire. his voice dropped, quieter than ever.

t: “don’t say my name like that.”

you blinked at him, heart hammering.

you: “like what?”

he swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to your mouth for the briefest second before snapping back to your gaze.

t: “like it means something. like you’re gonna ruin me..”

the room tilted, air thick and hot, and you realized you were leaning in without even noticing. his hand twitched against his leg, like he was seconds away from reaching out, but he didn’t. not yet. he just stared, lips parted, breathing uneven, letting the weight of it hang between you.

it was unbearable. the way you wanted him to touch you. the way he was holding himself back like if he gave in, he’d never stop.

you didn’t even realize how close the two of you were until you felt his breath fan across your cheek. taesan wasn’t moving, not really, but his eyes flicked over your face like he was trying to memorize every inch. you could feel the heat coming off him, could practically hear how uneven his breathing was getting.

your fingers twitched against the sketchbook still in your lap, and before you thought better of it, you reached out. just barely, brushing your fingertips against the back of his hand. he froze instantly, sharp inhale, like you’d set him on fire.

he didn’t pull away.

you: “taesan…”

his name slipped out again, softer this time, almost pleading. his jaw tightened and he shook his head, eyes shutting for a second like he was trying to ground himself.

t: “don’t. don’t say it unless you mean it.”

you tilted your head, confused, whispering back.

you: “mean what?”

his eyes snapped open, locking onto yours, and for the first time there was no mask, no quiet. just hunger.

t: “mean that you want me.”

your chest tightened so hard it hurt. you parted your lips but nothing came out at first, only silence stretching until he finally let out a shaky laugh under his breath.

t: “see? i knew it. i’m a fucking cr-”

you cut him off without thinking, your hand sliding up and curling into his sleeve. not a kiss, not yet, but enough to make his eyes widen.

you: “don’t call yourself that. you’re not.”

he let out another sharp breath, his whole body leaning the smallest bit closer, his forehead almost brushing yours now.

t: “you don’t get it. i’ve been watching you for months. sketching you like you’re the only thing worth putting on paper. i shouldn’t even-”

he stopped himself, biting down on the words, but you could see how badly he wanted to spill them. how close he was to breaking.

you swallowed hard, your free hand sliding the sketchbook off your lap onto the floor. the sound of it closing made him flinch, and when you whispered again, it was barely audible.

you: “then stop holding back.”

his lips parted, breath catching, and for the first time he reached for you. hesitant, trembling fingers brushing your jaw. the touch was featherlight, almost scared, but it sent heat surging through you so fast you leaned into it before you could stop yourself.

he still didn’t kiss you. he just stared, thumb barely stroking your cheek, like he was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

t: “i won’t stop.”

your pulse pounded in your ears, every nerve on fire. but, you nodded. its what you wanted.

you: “i don’t want you too.”

the second the words left your mouth, he broke.

his lips crashed against yours in a way that felt nothing like the quiet taesan you’d known all semester. it was raw, almost desperate, his hand sliding from your cheek down to the back of your neck, pulling you in like he was scared you’d vanish if he didn’t hold tight enough. you gasped into the kiss, your own hands clutching at his hoodie, and that was all it took for him to deepen it, tongue sliding against yours like he’d been starving.

his body shifted closer, knees pressing against yours, caging you in. every brush of his lips felt like he was pouring months of silence into you at once. every look, every sketch, every time he wanted to speak but didn’t. his free hand gripped your thigh, not rough but firm, fingers digging in like he couldn’t believe you were real under him.

t: “fuck-”

he pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead pressed against yours, his voice wrecked.

t: “you don’t get it… i’ve wanted this- i’ve wanted you- since the first day. you sat there by that window and i couldn’t-”

you cut him off with another kiss, hands tugging at his hair this time, and the sound he made. low, guttural, like he’d been waiting his whole life for it. sent heat rushing straight through you.

your back hit the mattress before you even realized he’d pushed you down, the sketchbook forgotten on the floor. he hovered over you, hair falling into his face, eyes blown wide with something darker than just want. his hand trailed down your side, squeezing at your waist, your hips, gripping like he was memorizing every curve.

you: “taesan…”

your voice cracked and it only made him shiver, his lips pressing to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. sloppy kisses, teeth dragging just enough to leave faint marks.

t: “say it again.”

you: “tae.”

t: “no. my name. i want it. i need it.”

your breath hitched as his hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips brushing hot against your stomach, higher, higher, until you were trembling.

you: “taesan.”

he groaned into your skin, biting gently at your throat, hips pressing down against yours. you felt how hard he was already, straining through his sweats, and the sound you made had him cursing under his breath.

t: “you don’t even know what you do to me. every fucking night i’d go back and draw you because it was the only way i wouldn’t lose my mind. you’re- fuck- you’re all i see.”

your body arched under him, the heat building unbearable, and when his hand finally slid beneath your bra, thumb flicking over your nipple, you gasped so loud his lips swallowed it whole.

he kissed you harder, hungrier, grinding down against your thigh with a groan that made your head spin.

t: “tell me to stop and i will. but if you don’t-”

he broke off, eyes wild, lips swollen, breath ragged.

t: “-if you don’t, i’m not holding back anymore.”

he didn’t give you time to answer. the second your lips parted he was kissing you again, harder, dragging your shirt up and over your head like he’d been dying to do it since day one. his hands froze for a second, eyes raking over you like he couldn’t believe you were really letting him.

t: “fuck… you’re-”

he cut himself off, shaking his head like words weren’t enough, then bent down to press his mouth to your chest. hot, open kisses against your skin, teeth scraping over the swell of your breast before he shoved your bra up, desperate. the sound he made when his lips wrapped around your nipple was wrecked, almost pained, like he’d been starving.

you gasped, arching up into him, and he groaned so loud it vibrated through you. his hand gripped your other breast, squeezing, thumb circling the peak until you were trembling beneath him.

you: “t-taesan-”

t: “yeah… keep saying it. i need it.”

he pulled back just long enough to yank your bra completely off, tossing it to the floor. his mouth went back to your chest, messy kisses and bites down your stomach, leaving marks like he wanted to brand you. his hands slid to your waistband, pausing just a second, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

t: “can i-”

you nodded before he could even finish, and he let out a shaky breath, dragging your pants down, underwear with them. he froze again, eyes blown wide as he took you in bare for the first time.

t: “fuck. i’ve drawn you a hundred times but nothing- nothing compares.”

you flushed, thighs clamping together, but he pried them apart gently, settling between them like he belonged there. his fingers slid along your slick folds, and the low, broken sound that ripped from him nearly made you come undone on the spot.

t: “you’re so wet already… is this all for me?”

your breath hitched, nails digging into his shoulders as you nodded, and his lips curved in the faintest, almost disbelieving smile before he pushed two fingers inside you.

you cried out, hips jerking, and he groaned, forehead pressing to your stomach as he pumped into you slow and deep, curling just right.

t: “fuck- so tight. so perfect. i knew it. i knew no one else could-”

he cut himself off with a curse, pulling his fingers out only to shove them in again harder, watching the way your body clenched around him.

you: “t-taesan, please-”

t: “please what? tell me. tell me what you need, i’ll give you anything. anything.”

you whimpered, tugging at his hoodie, and he got it instantly, yanking it off in one rough motion. his sweatpants followed, and when his cock slapped against his stomach, thick and leaking, your mouth went dry.

he caught your expression and groaned, rubbing himself slowly over your soaked entrance.

t: “yeah… you feel that? i’m gonna ruin you. been waiting too long not to.”

the stretch when he pushed in was overwhelming, your walls fluttering around him instantly, and the curse that tore from his throat was almost a growl.

t: “fuck- so good. so fucking good. you’re mine now. you hear me?”

your head fell back, moaning loud enough you were sure the whole dorm could hear, but he didn’t care. he thrust into you hard, deep, setting a pace that made the bed creak under the force. his hand slid up to grip your throat lightly, forcing your eyes on him.

t: “look at me. look at me while i fuck you. i need- i need to see you.”

you obeyed, eyes locking on his, and the intensity there nearly undid you. dark, obsessive, like he’d never let you go now that he had you.

and in that moment, you didn’t want him to.

he fucked into you like he’d been starving, hips snapping against yours hard enough to knock the breath out of you. every thrust dragged a cry from your throat, and his hand stayed wrapped around your throat, not tight, just there, grounding, making sure your eyes stayed locked on his.

t: “that’s it. take me. fuck- been dying for this. you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you clawed at his shoulders, nails raking down his back, and he hissed, rutting into you even harder like the pain fueled him. sweat dripped down his temples, his hair falling into his eyes, but he didn’t care. he looked possessed.

his free hand slid down, thumb finding your clit and circling it fast, messy, without rhythm. you cried out, hips bucking against him, the sharp pleasure overwhelming.

you: “t-taesan, i-i”

t: “yes you can. fuck, you’re gonna. you’re gonna cum for me right now.”

his pace grew brutal, slamming into you so deep the head of his cock kissed your cervix over and over. his thumb worked your clit harder, relentless, and you broke with a sob, clenching around him so tight he nearly doubled over.

t: “yes- just like that. you’re squeezing me so good. i knew you’d be perfect.”

but he didn’t stop. even as you shuddered through your orgasm, body twitching, he kept going, chasing his own high, driving you into the mattress. his thumb never left your clit, drawing out your orgasm until it was too much, until you were shaking your head, whimpering.

you: “t-taesan, it’s t-too much-”

t: “no, baby. you can take it. you’re mine, remember? mine to ruin.”

he said it like a vow, like a prayer, like it was the only truth that had ever mattered. your body writhed under him, pleasure tipping into pain and back again as he forced another orgasm out of you.

you screamed this time, clutching him so tight your nails broke skin. his eyes fluttered shut, groaning like he was drunk on the feeling of you breaking beneath him.

t: “fuck- again. give me another one. don’t stop.”

your body was too sensitive, every thrust sparking lightning through your veins, but he didn’t let up. he angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside that made you cry out helplessly, legs shaking.

you: “tae-”

t: “you can. you will. i’m not stopping until i feel you cum all over me again.”

his voice was rough, desperate, but his eyes, his eyes were wild. hungry. he kissed you again, swallowing your cries as you fell apart a second time, walls milking him hard enough he cursed into your mouth.

he finally lost it then, hips stuttering, cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled, groaning loud, forehead pressed to yours. but even as he came, he was still rutting into you, forcing every drop deeper, unwilling to pull out.

t: “fuck- so full of me. that’s how it’s supposed to be. only me.”

you were a wreck beneath him, body trembling, tears pricking your lashes from how intense it was. and he just looked down at you, hand brushing your cheek almost tenderly, even as his cock stayed buried inside.

t: “you don’t get it, do you? i’m never letting you go now.”

he didn’t move for a while, just kept himself buried inside you, chest rising and falling against yours like he was trying to calm down. but the second you shifted under him, whimpering at how sensitive you were, his cock twitched and hardened again.

t: “fuck- already. can’t stop. not when i’m inside you like this.”

he dragged his hips back and pushed in slow, deliberate, until your back arched and a broken sob spilled from your lips. your body was still clenching from the last orgasm, too sensitive, too raw.

you: “t-taesan, wait- pl-”

t: “no, baby. no waiting. i’ve waited long enough.”

his hand smoothed over your thigh before pushing your leg up, folding you in half so he could get deeper. the new angle made you choke on a moan, your nails digging into his arms. he leaned down, kissing the corner of your mouth like he could soothe you, but his hips were already moving, slow and heavy.

you tried to push at his chest weakly, but he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, his other sliding down to press on your lower belly where he was hitting.

t: “feel that? that’s me. i’m so deep inside you. fuck- no one else gets this. no one.”

tears slid from your eyes, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, but he kissed them away, murmuring against your skin.

t: “don’t cry, baby. you’re beautiful like this, but you don’t need to cry. i’ve got you. just let me.”

your body betrayed you, clenching around him again, dragging a groan from his chest. his thumb found your clit once more, and he rubbed circles without mercy, forcing your body to give him another orgasm even as you begged.

you: “i ca- tae, please, i can-”

t: “yes you can. fuck, you’re already there. cum for me. do it. show me you’re mine.”

your body broke, another violent orgasm ripping through you, and he fucked you through it, refusing to stop. your cries echoed against the walls, his name spilling from your lips over and over until it was the only thing you could say.

he lost himself again, hips snapping faster, more desperate, chasing his own high.

t: “gonna fill you again. so full you won’t even think about him. only me. only fucking me.”

his teeth grazed your throat as he came, spilling hot inside you, his groan low and wrecked against your ear. his hips twitched, rutting through it, making sure every drop stayed buried.

when he finally slowed, he stayed pressed to you, sweaty chest against yours, cock still inside you. he kissed you softly this time, lips lingering.

his lips dragged down your jaw, over your throat, biting hard enough to sting. the way he moved felt less like fucking now and more like painting. every bruise, every mark he left, deliberate, like strokes on canvas. you tried to breathe, tried to come back down from the last wave, but he wasn’t done.

t: “one more. fuck, just one more, baby. let me ruin you.”

your legs trembled as he pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach, pressing your face into the sheets. you barely had time to gasp before he slid back in, deeper, rougher, his hand splayed across your back to hold you still.

you: “ple-, really i ca-”

t: “yes you can. you’re taking me so good. you’re perfect. fuck- perfect.”

his thrusts were brutal, his need unhinged, chasing the memory of every time he’d sketched you in silence and ached to touch. he grabbed your hips and pulled you back into him, moaning when you clenched so hard around him that his rhythm faltered.

he came again with a strangled groan, pressing so deep it felt like he wanted to live inside you. his cum leaked around him, down your thighs, but he didn’t pull out right away. he fucked it back into you with slow, shaky thrusts until he physically couldn’t anymore.

your body went limp under him, spent, trembling, whimpers spilling from your lips. he finally stilled, breathing hard, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades.

for the first time all night, silence filled the room.

taesan pulled out slowly, carefully, almost apologetically. you flinched at the loss, and he froze, something soft flickering in his eyes.

t: “shit- sorry, baby. i’m sorry. i know it’s too much.”

he moved quick then, gathering you into his arms like you weighed nothing. you expected him to be rough still, but his hands were gentle, brushing sweat-soaked hair from your face, pressing kisses to your temple. he sat back against the headboard with you in his lap, rocking you slightly, grounding you.

t: “breathe. just breathe for me.”

he grabbed a blanket, tucking it around your shaking body, and kissed every place he’d marked, your throat, your jaw, your wrists.

t: “you’re okay. i’ve got you. i’ll always have you.”

when you finally opened your eyes to look at him, he wasn’t staring like before. he was watching you carefully, worried, thumb stroking over your knuckles.

t: “i know i’m… too much. but i’ll take care of you. always.”

you leaned into him, exhausted, and for once, he let silence stretch between you without filling it with obsession or hunger. he just held you, arms tight around your waist, pressing soft, endless kisses into your hair.

you woke slowly, the room hazy with dawn light, skin still warm from where his arms had been wrapped around you all night. taesan hadn’t moved much. when you blinked awake, he was still there, pressed against your back, his chest rising and falling steady, his breath ghosting across the curve of your shoulder. his hold on you was protective, almost desperate, like if he loosened it even a little, you’d slip away.

for a moment you just lay there, listening to the soft rhythm of him sleeping, the faint hum in his throat every time he exhaled. his hand was splayed across your stomach, thumb twitching slightly even in sleep, like he needed to keep touching you to be sure you were real.

when you shifted to turn toward him, his lashes fluttered, and he cracked one eye open, voice rasped from sleep.

t: “hey… you’re awake.”

you nodded, and he gave you this tiny, sleepy smile, the kind that didn’t look practiced or careful like before, just… raw. human.

you: “did you sleep at all?”

he huffed softly, nose brushing your temple as he pulled you closer.

t: “wasn’t sure if i should. didn’t wanna miss a second of you like this.”

you rolled your eyes but felt the heat rise in your chest anyway. his hand skimmed up your arm, tracing invisible lines like he was sketching even now, memorizing every part of you all over again.

t: “you’re warm, warmer than i thought you’d be.”

he murmured, almost to himself. you snorted quietly. 

you: “that’s the weirdest compliment i’ve ever gotten.”

but he just smiled again, a real one this time, and kissed your hair, slow and lingering.

the silence between you wasn’t heavy anymore. it was soft, comfortable. the kind of quiet that made you want to stay in it forever. he didn’t rush you out of bed, didn’t demand anything. he just held you, tracing lazy patterns down your back, grounding you against him.

when you finally sat up, his hand followed instinctively, sliding to rest at your waist.

t: “don’t go yet.”

the way he said it was so small, so unlike the boy who’d kissed you raw the night before, you almost broke. you lay back down without answering, pressing your forehead to his chest, and felt him exhale shakily, relief pouring out of him like he’d been holding it in all night.

he wrapped both arms around you again, burying his face in your hair.

t: “just… stay.”

and you did.

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taesan had you naked in a cage, punishing you for giving another guy your puppy eyes. ‘such a stupid pup. im the only one who can treat you well.’ you winced at his words. he watched as you trembled, circling around your cage at a slow pace. ‘i don’t know, should i give my dumb pup what she wants or not.’ he tapped his chin. you whined at him, needing anything from him.

‘want me to fuck you dumber than you already are?’ his face was close to yours, feeling his breath through the kennel bars. you nodded weakly. ‘good girl.’ he unlocked the cage. you crawled out on all fours, waiting for him to put your puppy ears on. he grabbed them from the dresser, and placed them delicately on your head. your collar followed, it was his favorite one. the red ribbon with a bell and a charm with his name on it. he wrapped it around your neck and tied it tight. just the way you liked it.

you crawled onto the bed and sprawled yourself out for him, spreading your legs wide and leaving you dripping on his bed. he smirked at the sight, laughing as he crawled on top of you. he kissed your neck a few times. ‘ready for me, pup?’ you nodded at him, bucking your hips up to meet his. he lined himself up, sliding in easily. you both moaned at the feeling as he wrapped a hand around your neck.

he squeezed firmly as he began moving inside of you. the bell was ringing in your ear, along with taesan’s moans. he sounded so mad at you, he wanted to fuck your attitude away. his pace was firm and quick, leaving you no room to process his motions or breathe. ‘look at you. so pathetic already for me.’ he whispered into your ear. you whined and tried to push him away, but he grabbed your arms and pinned you down. he held your wrists firmly together as he kissed along your sensitive neck, leaving bites along the line of your collar.

you cried out for him. ‘dongmin- please let me cum..’ he laughed onto your skin. 'that's not my name right now, pup.' he smacked you with his freehand. 'm sorry sir... please let me cum!' you pleaded. ‘dumb puppy thinks she deserves to cum after being a slut. let me think about it.’ his hips stilled, leaving you whining. he stroked your cheek with his thumb. 'just let me play with you a bit longer, pup.' you stared into his eyes, begging for him to move again. instead, he reached his free hand back down to your clit, circling it devilishly. you clenched around him, causing a groan to fall from his throat.

he slapped your clit before he began moving again inside of you, a lot slower this time. agonizingly slow, teasingly slow even. you clawed at his hands, just wanting to touch him a bit. 'no touching, you whore.' he spat. you whined at his words, bucking your hips into his again. his pace was intentional; he wanted to have you crying beneath him. 'sir... i need it so bad please!' you begged. the name always had an instant effect on him. he slowed down as to not cum inside of you too early. his hand continued playing with your sensitive bud as his pace slowly increased.

you felt a tear stream down your face as the pleasure became too much. your mind was numb and your core was being pounded. your back was arched as far as it could go, connecting your heated body with his. his free hand left your bud to hold your body close to his. ‘feels good, pup?’ he asked. you only whined in response, just wanting him to let you release. he chuckled lowly, ‘so cute when you’re fucked stupid like this… go ahead.’ he affirmed. his hand wrapped around your throat, silencing the jingling bell as your eyes rolled back. your orgasm washed over your body as you shook beneath him, choking out his name.

his grip released on your throat as he slowly fucked into you. his hips stuttered as he came inside of you. ‘that’s right. take every last drop f’me.’ he whispered. you felt fuller than ever as he stilled inside of you. he released your hands, finally letting you touch him. you ran your hands across his body, touching every last inch of him. he smirked at the feeling, laughing as you admired him. ‘wanna cuddle?’ he asked, laying down beside you. you laid your head on his chest, falling asleep shortly after.

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SUNGHO: breeding kink & body worship sungho’s breeding kink runs deeper than just physicality. it’s laced with instinct and the way he views commitment. something about the idea of claiming you in the most primal way turns him into someone feral; he likes knowing his release has purpose, even if it’s just fantasy. the first time he cums inside, it’s with trembling hands holding your hips down, whispering through clenched teeth how good you feel, how “you were made for me.” he presses down on your stomach like he’s trying to feel it take. he doesn’t mind whether you’re actually trying. it’s the idea that you’d keep him inside, dripping and full, that gets him off the hardest. sometimes he’ll get lost in it, pulling out just to push it back in with two fingers, a low groan in your ear: “don’t waste it, baby. that’s all yours.” paired with that possessive urge is an overwhelming softness in how he worships your body. sungho’s touch slows down when he’s admiring stretch marks, scars, chubby thighs, soft stomachs. anything that makes you, you. he’ll kiss each spot with reverence, praising you until you’re squirming from more than just pleasure. during sex, he’ll keep eye contact while trailing his mouth down your torso, murmuring things like “i love this part of you” between every kiss. his praise is real, not performative and you’ll feel it in how he lingers after you cum, still stroking you gently, still wanting to taste. if you’re insecure, he makes it a mission to change how you see yourself because he thinks you’re divine.

RIWOO: dacryphilia & orgasm control riwoo’s favorite thing in the world is making you cry. not out of pain, but from being so overstimulated, so full of pleasure and affection that your eyes well up without you realizing. your whines, your shaking thighs, the way you beg when you’re right on the edge. it drives him wild. he’ll hold your face in his hands and wipe the tears with his thumbs, smiling as you gasp for breath and sob into his neck. “you’re so beautiful like this,” he’ll whisper. “don’t stop, i want to see it all.” he lives for the moment when you lose control, when you grip his wrist and beg him to let you finish. and he just kisses your cheek, pressing harder, coaxing you to fall apart. and he’s a tease when it comes to orgasm control. not because he’s cruel, but because he adores watching you squirm. he’ll edge you slowly with fingers, pulling back every time your moans peak just a little too high, saying softly, “not yet.” his voice is always gentle, but firm. he doesn’t let you cum until you’re clinging to him, your body twitching and oversensitive, tears staining your cheeks. only then will he let go, watching you break with a low groan, telling you how perfect you look. afterwards, he holds you like something precious. rubbing your back, kissing your temple, helping you come down safe and sweet. it’s intense, but never unloving.

JAEHYUN: praise kink & thigh riding jaehyun’s voice alone can ruin you. deep, low, and syrupy sweet when he’s telling you how good you are. he’s a praise kink incarnate, unable to keep compliments to himself even when he’s out of breath. he’ll call you his favorite, his good girl, his perfect thing. and say it sincerely, like it’s the only truth that’s ever mattered. if you’re on top, he’ll grip your waist and whisper, “just like that… fuck, you’re so good to me.” if you’re nervous or shy about your body, he’ll use his praise to break down those walls, not just telling you you’re hot, but why. how your hips move. how you moan. how no one else could make him feel this way. he also loves when you ride his thigh. sometimes he’ll make you do it while he stays clothed. in sweatpants, loose shorts. just to feel the friction of your soaked panties leaving wet marks. he’ll grip your ass and guide your pace, murmuring encouragement as you grind down desperately. “you’re so needy today… go on, use me, baby.” it gets worse when he flexes, letting you feel the muscle underneath, cock twitching from how hot it is. and the moment you cum just from that? jaehyun’s hands dig into your hips and he pulls you into his lap, already hard and ready to ruin you for real.

TAESAN: voyeurism & camera kink taesan’s biggest thrill is watching. even if he’s the one fucking you, his eyes are always fixed on your face or better yet, a mirror, a camera, anything that shows him the mess he’s making. if you’re ever bold enough to send a video when he’s away, he won’t stop watching it for days. but when you’re together, he’s always propping his phone up on something or holding it in one hand, growling “look at the camera, baby.” he wants to capture the moment you fall apart. to replay the sound of your moans, the arch of your back, the expression when he whispers your name and makes you cum all over him. it’s obsession disguised as documentation. he especially loves letting you ride him while he films. one hand holds the phone, the other resting behind his head as he watches you through the screen. chest bouncing, hips rolling, pretty mouth open and gasping. sometimes he’ll flip the camera to selfie mode, both of you in frame as he fucks up into you. “smile for me, baby,” he’ll pant, sweat glistening on his chest, voice ragged. “let’s make this one for us.” it’s never about sharing it, just keeping it, treasuring it. and afterwards, when you’re spent and draped across his chest, he’s already scrolling through the clips, grinning like he won the lottery.

LEEHAN: sensory play & soft dom leehan’s hands are warm and careful. always exploring, always testing how your body responds to certain touches. he’s deeply into sensory play, especially when it involves blindfolds, silk ropes, feather-light touches followed by firm, grounding pressure. he loves making you gasp from contrast. a kiss on your throat followed by a cool ice cube running down your spine. when he ties you up, it’s never about control. it’s about trust. he’ll talk you through everything, making sure you feel safe, even when you’re breathless. “color?” he’ll whisper in your ear, even if he’s only brushing a hand over your inner thigh. he wants you to melt for him, but only if you want to. as a soft dom, he’s endlessly attentive. he’ll take his time drawing out your pleasure, asking how it feels, praising every sound you make. he’s the type to kiss you between thrusts, to whisper “i’ve got you” when you tighten around him. leehan won’t stop until he knows he’s given more than he’s taken. and that means multiple rounds, oral so slow it makes your legs shake, fingers exploring every inch of you until you’re pleading. the aftercare is just as important: warm towels, water, a hoodie slipped over your head, and gentle kisses to your temple as you fall asleep on his chest.

WOONHAK: power imbalance (innocence kink) & possessiveness woonhak has that deceptive, boyish charm. the wide eyes, soft voice, sweet demeanor that makes people underestimate him. but beneath all of that is someone who lives for turning the tables. his biggest kink is the illusion of innocence, especially when it’s you playing the naïve one. wide-eyed, acting like you don’t know what you’re doing when you’re grinding in his lap or pouting for attention. he eats it up, but he’s quick to shatter it. “you know what you’re doing, don’t play dumb,” he’ll growl into your neck, pinning your wrists above your head with shocking strength for someone so pretty. the shift is fast, from giggling touches to his voice dropping an octave as he makes you say what you want, makes you beg for it clearly. he likes the game of pretending he’s sweet and bashful… until you say the wrong thing and he proves you wrong. his possessiveness shows when he feels like someone else has had too much of your attention. he won’t throw a fit, but you’ll know. the arm around your waist tightening just a little more, the bruising kisses he presses to your collarbone when you get home. “did you laugh like that for him too?” he’ll ask, teeth grazing your ear as he rocks into you slowly. he doesn’t mind that people think you’re his sweet little thing. that’s the role he loves putting you in. but he wants it clear: you’re his. and if you ever tease him by flirting with someone else, it only makes the sex nastier. he’ll bend you over the sink, gripping your throat from behind and hissing, “say who you belong to.” because no matter how soft he looks, woonhak likes to claim what’s his. and he wants you aching with proof of it the next morning.

Han DongMin ~ Taesan

Warnings: edging, tear-blurred eye contact, whimpering,  handjob, cumming in pants, situationship, slight angst, praising kink, kissing, begging, semi-public, reader is a menace (word count: 1,9k)

It'd been a while since you and Taesan hung out together. Some days he would be casual and friendly, but most days, he would straight up walk past you, practically ignoring you completely. His behaviour would have shocked some people, but you were used to it, besides, your relationship was far from normal. 

You were constantly on and off - actual dating seemed like too much of a commitment and just fated to end up badly, but both of you couldn't ignore the mutual attraction. The truth was, you weren’t ready to sacrifice your friendship over something that could drive both of you apart completely - so when the two of you finally kissed, an agreement was formed: friends with benefits.

In reality, it was more like a situationship, some days it was like you were his girlfriend, on other days, it was strictly physical. The major rule was to keep your friendship above all. Well, at least that was your rule.

People would look at him and find it hard to read his expressions. You knew them by heart. So when you realized that things were getting way too serious, you slowly backed away - but you knew both of you couldn’t ignore each other for that long. When he asked you out to the drive in cinema, you weren't exactly surprised. It’d been at least 3 months since your last ‘date’, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him.

Before the movie started, Taesan made some small talk. His hair was slightly shorter than before - the black mullet was replaced by a dark red last month. Everything went quiet as soon as the trailers started appearing on screen. Eventually the movie started rolling - you would steal glances at him each time your hands brushed against each other in the popcorn bowl. “It’s been a while, right?” Taesan finally broke the silence, still facing forward, avoiding your gaze. 

You sigh, fixing your posture on the car chair. “We still talk every other day, it hasn't been that long.” But you knew that wasn't what he actually meant. “I know. I just- Nevermind.” He shakes his head, staring out the window. “But you’re right, it’s been a few months since our last… ‘date’.” You watch him shifting uncomfortably around on his seat, before turning his head towards you. He blinked slowly, trying to take in the way you brought up his old habit of calling these outings “dates”. You chuckle slightly at the boy’s reaction, eating another handful of popcorn.

“Hum… Yeah.” He tries to play it cool, while staring you down. “You look amazing, by the way. I mean. You always do.” He gulps, lowering his voice. You smile unconsciously, while watching the way he rambled nervously, sighing out loud. “I just mean that…” He continues, reaching out for the canned soda right down the middle. “I haven’t said that in a whil- FUCK.” Taesan curses out loud as the liquid sprays itself on him completely. “Oh my god!” You laugh out loud, as he hurriedly drinks the bubbly drink before it gets him even more wet.

You automatically search for the napkins stocked at the glove box, laughing as a small ‘ach’ is heard as he finally chugs it down, whipping his mouth with the back of his palm. He reaches out for a napkin, brushing his hand against yours quickly. You watch as he pulls his flannel shirt off his body, throwing the fabric at the backseat. He slightly sits up, whipping down the leather seat. Noticing how the boy was focused on drying his surroundings, you decide to help him, hands patting down the paper on top of his white tee. Taesan immediately freezes as your hands gently move around his body.

The napkin doesn’t really absorb the drink, leaving the boy soaked throughout, the thin fabric gluing to his skin, exposing his slightly defined abs. You clear your throat, trying to distract yourself, while unconsciously guiding your hand downwards, stopping above his pants waistbands. “I- I can dry it, don’t worry about it!” Taesan stutters, reluctantly trying to stop your hands.

“It’s really nothi-” You try to brush it off, moving down quickly, without even looking, until you stop against something hard. Automatically you raise your brow, lifting your head in his direction, watching as he gulps, redness filling his cheeks.

You slowly back away, handing him the remaining napkins. “Alright…” A smirk gradually appears on your face, as you rest your back on the leather seat. “But I could help you with that, y’know? If you want me to.” Your voice is low, covered in that sweet flirtatious undertone that used to drive him crazy. Taesan holds his breath, raising his head, hoping he would avoid your gaze.

“All you have to do is ask.” It was like you were throwing some sort of spell, provoking him like that - your words swirling in his mind, waking up feelings he worked so hard to let go. “Holy shit.” Taesan groaned, as he shut his eyes firmly, his fists closed on top of his thigh.

Looking around and certifying every other car has its eyes on the movie, you slowly move your hand onto his thigh, caressing it gently, as Taesan scratches his fingernails on the jeans, trying to control his breathing. You knew your touches did something to him, they’d always have, so you decide to take your sweet time squeezing his inner thigh every time you get close.

Watching his chest moving up and down as you touch him was beyond satisfactory - since he looked so calm, maybe it was time for you to take a big move - this time, while stroking up, your fingers carefully wrapped around his extension, making him let out a rough groan. “Fuck.”

“How long have you been like this?” Your voice was low and your pace was slow, fingers playfully circling around his erection. He was gulping on his own saliva, eyes fixed on your movements, painfully holding on so he doesn't make a fool of himself. “You- you don't actually expect me to answer, right?” He retorts breathing heavily.

You steal a glance at him - fringe close enough to his eyes, sweat dripping down his neck, redness all over his face. You watch as he embarrassingly moves his hand, looking for something to grab onto. Taesan lets out a loud sigh as your fingers play around his tip on top of the jeans fabric.

“Okay… I’ll stop then-” You slowly start retrieving your hand, when Taesan stops you. “Fuck…” He holds onto your hand like it's some sort of prized possession. He meets your gaze, eyes half-closed filled with desire, choked gasps escaping his plump lips. “I’ve been like this since you entered the car, alright? Now… Please.” He begged, his voice hoarse, like his vocal cords were scratching his throat.

Taesan gently started caressing your hand, pupils dilated as he stared at you, chest moving upwards and downwards. “Y/N. Fuck. Please.” The sound of your name leaving his mouth was all it took for you to cave in, slightly squeezing your hand, letting him guide you back.

Taesan slowly dragged your hand down his torso, releasing you near his waistband. This time you don’t hold back, immediately wrapping your palm around his erection, gently squeezing as you stroke his extension above the jeans. Taesan groans, head tilting backwards, resting his elbow near the window - hands quickly moving towards his mouth on a sneaky attempt of muffling his rusky moans.

His other hand instinctively went to his button, fingers sloppy as he tried to undue them. You quickly stop him - eyes widened, mouth glossed by his own saliva, sweetly parted. “They’ll stay on.” Your whisper, as you grab his cheeks, gently placing a kiss near his mouth. 

He let out a low groan, complaining as you returned to your seat. You chuckle quietly, staring at his sparkly eyes, deciding to cave in a little. You unbutton his jeans, slowly pulling down his zipper, only enough to get a glance at his Supreme boxers. “This is all you’ll get, pretty boy.” Your voice is like sugar - addicting, sweet and dangerous.

Taesan moans as you start touching him up again, this time it felt a lot more intimate and satisfying. You could feel his cock throbbing underneath the underwear fabric, getting even harder each time your soft hands wrapped around him. You circled around his tip a few times, watching as his hips thrusted at your fingers automatically.

Your hand started working harder, stroking and squeezing, and all Taesan could do was struggle to hide his whimpering, begging you not to stop. He was so hard and turned on, that it was almost hard to breathe. You carefully raised up the rhythm, stealing a glance at his newly wet red hair, sweat droplets falling down his locks. “O-oh god.” He whined, wrapping his hands around yours, as you sped up. “You like that?” You ask softly, making him groan in response. “Fu-fuck, that feels so good.” Another head drop, gulping as he releases your hand, letting you work your magic.

With an idea in mind, you quickly lean in, biting his bottom lips, tongue slipping through his parted mouth, in a breathy kiss. Taesan whimpers against your soft red lips, as you circle around him. You pull away, his eyes glazed while staring at you, blinking repeatedly. “Oh fuck… Fuck.” He let out a high whimper, thrusting his hips upwards as you stroke even faster.

Your hands slowly start getting wet, making you smirk, as you watch the boy quietly moan your name. His lashes were wet, eyes glowing as tears gathered in his eyelid. “You're doing so well, baby.” Your voice was sugarcoated, as you openly provoked him. “You can take it a little longer.” 

Taesan’s eyes widened, as you started to slow down your pace, painfully circling around his tip. “Fuck. Plea-please. I can’t.” He whimpered loudly, hitting his head against the leather seat, as his chest moved quickly, hyperventilating.

“You can hold it in. Can’t you, Taesannie?” You sweetly call out, feeling as the boy's body twitches underneath your touches. Taesan gulps nodding, choking on his breathing as your hand wraps around his extension, gripping firmly, stroking so slow to the point it almost bored you - but not him. He was a complete mess.

You knew he was trying his best to hold it in. Occasionally you felt as the fabric became wet, perfectly synchronized with a rough groan, as he bit his lower lip, tortured by the longing wait. Hearing him whimper your name was like music to your ears, but you had no intention in dragging this on even further.

Quickly picking up your pace, your hard strokes startled him, whining as he shut his eyes, letting sneaky tears roll down his cheeks. “Y/N. Shit. Please! I-” He begged, only to have you cut him off. “Cum for me, Taesan.” Your words activated the trigger - almost as if in command, Taesan moaned loudly, his boxers getting darker and darker as he soaked himself in his own warm liquid.

Gently slowly down, you pull away, grabbing one of the napkins to wipe your hands. Taesan glued himself to the seat, breathing heavily looking at the aftermath of his pants. He sighed, looking at you with accusing eyes. “What?” You act innocent. “You asked for it.”

His eyes were fixed on you, carefully leaning in, stealing a kiss, making you choke on your words. “I missed you.” He whispers sweetly, making your mouth betray you as you smile in response. “You’re lucky we’re in a car, because you would’ve been ruined if we went to the Theatre.” You laugh quietly while looking down at his pants. “Lucky me.” He opens an ear to ear smile, while looking at you.

Kim DongHyun ~ Leehan 

Warnings: ear biting, knee humping, scent fetish, neck kissing, making out, semi-public (kind of?), established relationship, Leehans tiny waist (word count: 1,3k)

You stare at your reflection in the mirror while drying your hands. With your index finger you carefully fix the corners of your eyeliner which was slightly smudged due to all the laughter from before. You smile as you remember all the playfulness that was going on downstairs, quickly tidying yourself up before exiting the bathroom door.

You start to make your way down the corridor when someone suddenly wraps its arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body. You feel his breathing, quiet and steady, as he bends over at your height, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Hey.” Leehans voice had a playful undertone, you could just tell he had a smile on his face, as he hugged you even tighter. You giggle slightly, resting your hands on top of his. “Hi. What are you doing here?” You question, as the boy sighs behind you. “You were taking too long, so I decided to come along.” The comment makes you let out an astonished laugh, as you gently tap the boy's arm.

“I wasn't even gone for that long!” Leehan tilts his head, making you steal a glance at him beside you. You watch him shrugging his shoulders, and quickly placing a peck on your cheeks. “Well, time passes differently when you're tall.” 

You chuckle at the way his pure mind works, only to realize his gaze was still fixed on you. “What? I’m not complaining, I know you like our height differences.” You answer with a proud smile on your face. Leehan slowly moves towards you, digging his face on your neck. The sudden movement made you slightly jump, feeling ticklish as his nose sniffed your bare skin.

Your heart started to skip a beat, as his upper lip brushed against your neck. “This scent is new.” His voice was muffed by your strands of hair, but it was enough to give you shivers. “It’s that new perfume you’d got me.” You answered slightly out of breath. You started to wonder if this part of the house had always been this hot.

Leehan subconsciously moved his feet forward, causing both of you to walk around like penguins, one foot after another, until he finally rested his hand on the wall in front of you. Both of you breathed quietly, as his fingers brushed against your waist, gently turning you towards him. He was bended forward, head low so your faces were close enough to each other.

“Did you like it?” Your chest moved up and down quickly, anxiously waiting for his answer. Leehan leaned in, closing his big boba eyes and digging his nose on your neck, once more. Your fingers stroked his long brown hair, almost holding your breath as he sniffed your scent.

Before leaving home today, you sprayed a gentle amount of the new perfume he’d bought for you. It was quite a pleasant mix between your favorite citric and woody aromas - you could perfectly describe it as ‘drinking lemonade while lost in a eucalyptus forest’. It wasn't too sweet or too sour - just a neutral fragrant that suited your taste.

Feeling Leehan's warm breath hit your bare skin caused shivers down your body, as he maintained a strong grip at your waist, gently pushing you, until your back was glued against the wall. His lips finally made their way to your neck, leaving soft kisses, tracing a path where he smelled the perfume's aroma.

Sensing the way his mouth travelled through your neck made you dizzy. You dug your fingers even further into his soft brownish hair, panting as the tall boy’s lips were covered in your scent. Leehan carefully made his way to your jawline, and finally your ear, only to whisper, while breathing heavily. “I think I’m addicted to you right now.” The sudden confession made you giggle, gasping out loud as the boy suddenly bit your ear lobe, kissing it sweetly after suppressing a little chuckle.

“Did you have this in mind when you picked out the perfume?” You question him, watching as the tall boy distances himself from your ear, staring at you. “I’m always kissing you in my mind.” Leehan answers, while his gaze shifts from your eyes to your slightly tinted mouth.

Lifting your head, you lean forward kissing the boy's plump lips. Leehan’s hands cup your cheeks, deepening it even further, like he’d been wanting to do this all night. It was nothing like the soft kisses he’s been giving you during the party games, while no one was staring. It was urgent, needy, making you immediately melt into him, hands travelling through his chest, as his breathing became even more intense.

Leehan gently presses you against the wall once more, the sound of your quiet whines muffed against his mouth. That's when you finally feel one of his legs, carefully pushing forwards, trying to find their own place between yours.

The feeling sends electric shocks all over your body, as Leehan tightens his hand around your waist, arching your back slightly, as his tongue slides against yours. You could feel his body surrendering itself to you, as he moaned against your mouth, each time you tugged your fingers in his strands of hair. “Fuck.” The sound lost each time your lips crashed, making him pin you down even further, his knee slightly brushing itself below your pelvis. His sudden movements woke something within you, as warmth started filling you on the inside.

You suddenly lost track of your movements, your body feeling ever so light, leaning all your weight upon his knee, unintentionally grinding down on his jeans. A groan left your mouth as heat started following your whole body.

The scenario itself felt dangerous - a dark corridor, the sound of both of you panting together while laughter could be heard in the downstairs living room - it wasn't the most appropriate place for a make-out, but honestly, right now, you couldn't care less. You both were too turned on to end this now.

This time, your hips grinded down further, as the friction felt too good even with clothes on. Leehan kissed your neck, as you grinded into him, panting as you climbed up all the way to his thigh. You rolled your eyes satisfied, as you suffocated a moan each time his warm lips touched your neckline.

Your hands leave his hair, gripping into his tiny waistline, as your hips move upwards and downwards. “O-oh fuck.” You whine, your head tilting itself, so Leehan has a clean view of your neck. You start moving faster, with Leehan occasionally pressing his knee gently against your pelvis, filling you with pleasure. 

You quietly moan his name as it finally hits you. Your body turns into jell-o, making you practically sit on top of his thigh, while breathing frantically. Leehan smiles while softly kissing your cheeks and then your mouth. “You good, baby?” He asks also out of breath. You nod slightly embarrassed by the way his brown eyes are staring at you.

Gently tapping on his shoulders, you stand pushing him away, as he chuckles.  “How ma- many minutes have passed, according to your tall clock?” You joke around, your speech somewhat broken. Leehan stops to think for a second before answering. “Probably enough for them to realize we’re missing.”

Leehan smiles at you, that adorable little smile that would make anyone think that boy was innocent. He steps away, holding out his hand waiting for you to grab it. You giggle, wrapping your finger around his, as both of you walk towards the stairs.

“Won’t it be suspicious if we return together?” You whisper as you get close to the handrail. “Why? Is it a crime waiting for my girlfriend to come out of the bathroom?” Leehan smirks, pulling you down the stairs, making you laugh as you excitedly cling yourself onto him, returning to your friends as if nothing had happened. 

Kim Woonhak ~ Woonhak

Warnings: holding hands, tights ripping, lower belly kissing, kisses everywhere to the point it tickles, fingering, oral (f. rec), cum eating (word count: 1,3k)

As soon as the door closed, Woonhak pulled your body closer to his, even before you could make it to the end of his room. You’d noticed how he was staring at you towards the end of the movie and how quiet he was during the taxi ride home. Nothing could beat the way you felt when that sweet boy’s eyes stared at you differently.

It was like his brownish eyes were bursting into flames, sparkling brightly just at the slightest thought of you. He gently placed his forehead on yours, spinning you around playfully, as a grin appeared by the slightest sound of your quiet laughter. 

Woonhak pinned you against the door. Shivers ran down his spine as your breathing became one, your mouths only inches away from each other, sharing a warm moment amongst his cold bedroom. His hands wandered around your waist, pulling gently the hem of your shirt, only enough to sense the electricity flowing through his body as he touched your skin.

Your hands reach out for his cherry brown hair, fingers caressing his nape while making their way through his strands. From the way his head lightly pended itself backwards, you knew he was done for.

Before you could say anything, Woonhak leaned himself forward, his mouth finally touching yours. The kiss started off slow, cautious even - like two partners who were just learning how to dance. His hand gently caressed your cheek, while the other remained on your waist, occasionally gripping your skin.

His lips were soft but his pace was dangerous. He would alter between avidly twirling his tongue inside your mouth, exploring your little gasps each time he unexpectedly deepened the kiss, and randomly placing gentle pecks on your mouths surroundings - cheeks, chin, your dimples - before making his way to your pinkish lips, as if he couldn't get enough.

He carefully pushed back your jacket, stripping you of the fabric, pausing slightly only to listen to the satisfying sound of your clothes falling onto the floor. Woonhak tightened the grip around your waist, pulling you closer, arching your back away from the door and towards him. “And you’re sure there’s no one here tonight?” You ask almost out of breath, as the boy’s mouth traced a path down your neck. You hear a muffed laugh.

“Trust me, I double checked. They went to a concert or something.” Woonhak’s eyes met yours, that feral spark still burning while staring you down. “And did they say anything about when they’ll be returning?” You question him, running your fingers through his hair. “Late.” Woonhak couldn’t stop smiling, not even when he leaned in for another kiss.

You pulled away, a smirk dangerously appearing on your lips. “Well, in that case…” Your hand travelled through his arm, sensing as shivers ran through his skin, until your fingers wrapped themselves on his. Carefully escaping the hard surface behind you, you turn around, walking towards his soft mattress, bringing the boy along. Woonhak couldn't help but laugh, swifting you off your feet, throwing both of you on top of the bed. 

He assumed his position on top, immediately surrendering himself to your touches. He kissed you again, and again - the room filled with nothing but the sound of your muffed gasps, each time he deepened the kiss, pressing his lips against your mouth and skin.

Woonhak mischievously pulled up your shirt, his hands massaging your exposed belly, as a smirk formed on his lips, abandoning your mouth only to focus on your neck and collarbones. A moan escaped your parted lips each time his warm saliva came in contact with your skin.

Eventually his movements became bolder, as he travelled through your body, kissing each centimeter passionately, to the point it practically tickled your skin. Your hand grasped onto the bedsheets as he moved down, slowly unbuttoning your shorts, throwing them on the floor. His touch was addicting, your body was begging for the boy's attention, as he delighted himself with the sound of your soft moans. 

And then he suddenly stopped, staring at your exposed stomach, his lips shining brightly covered in his own saliva. You take advantage of the sudden pause, gasping for air, gently stroking his strands of hair, making the boy steal a glance at you. “What’s on your mind, baby?” You ask, watching as your chest moves upwards and downwards, catching up with your breath.

Woonhak moves up, in your direction, placing soft kisses all around your face, until he whispers in between them. “Are you particularly fond of these black tights?" His gaze was feral, no hesitation whatsoever, nothing like the sweet boy that had taken you to the movies.

You choked a laugh astonished. “Not particularly.” You answer slowly, bringing his face closer to yours, only to whisper in his ear. “I have others.” A low groan escaped his mouth, as he nodded quickly making his way to your lower belly. At first, he gently pulled down the tights, placing long and warm kisses everywhere. Then, he lifted the fabric carefully with his fingers, only to poke through them, ripping the clothing item open down until your pelvis. You giggled as you watched his muscles tensioning as he got rid of the thin layer.

Woonhak let out a successful groan as he stared at your half exposed thighs, bending down only to place warm kisses throughout your skin, as he carefully opened your legs for him. He rested his chin on top of your underwear, only to stare at you with puppy bright eyes. “Can I touch you?” He practically begged you, hands immediately sliding your panties aside after you nod in response.

His fingers circled around your clit, before digging inside you, making you let out a load gasp. “Ba-Baby, you’re already so wet…” Woonhak lets out, choking on his own words, as he picks up the pace inside you, making you thrust your hips upwards.

“God, Woonhak.” You whine, your back arched leaving the soft bed and following the movement of the boy’s fingers. Woonhak gently placed his other hand on your lower belly, pushing you down, as he quickens the rhythm, making you gasp for air. “Woonagi- God. Please…” You beg, staring at him.

His face lights up, knowing exactly what you're begging for. He lowers his mouth, tongue swirling around your clit, fingers continuing to fill you up. You moan out loud, grabbing his hair only to push him in further.

His mouth sucks on your entrance, wet sounds filling the room mixed with your own soft whines, as you watch that arousing scenario. The boy alters between using his fingers and his tongue, while going inside you, as you sense that warm feeling buckling up on your lower belly.

“Woonhak… God, I’m close.” You desperately wave your hands, the sheets already messy from your previous grip. You move them around, placing them on your mouth, using them as a shield to suffocate your loud moans. Woonhak reaches out, grabbing your right hand, and holding it down on your lower belly, as it was before. 

Your moaning increases as your orgasm finally hits, snagging your hands through his hair, as you push him down. You call his name multiple times, as he sucks you through it, delighting himself in your warm fluid. Woonhak finally pulls away as you start to calm down, gasping for air.

He climbs up, placing sweet kisses on your face, and finally on your mouth, making you get a taste of yourself. Both of you smile while facing each other. He lays down beside you, snuggling his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, as both of you stare at the ceiling, giggling.  

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Hope y’all enjoyed it!!

Divider credits: @saradika-graphics !!

I would like to give some shoutouts:

First a big thank you to @snoopymyung and her special post that gave me this idea <3 

And also a HUUUGE shoutout to 2 of my best friends, who helped sort out the tags for each member. We had a good laugh. Love y’all.

Thanks for reading! Hoping this makes you excited for part two!! 

taesan was going to pass out he felt like. his brain is hazy, his cock is aching, and his skin was on fire from how many times you slapped him across his face. he fucks into you at the pace you set for him, trying his best not to cum inside of you because he know the rules; he cant cum until he makes you cum first, and if he messes up the pace more than three times he wont get to cum at all.

“look at me taesan” your voice barely reaches his ears, he hears you but he doesnt move, head still turned to the side and eyes shut. you grab at his face hard, forcing him to look at you. “keep up the pace, you're getting sloppy” you slap him again, and he lets out a mix between a hiss and a whimper. he tries his best to keep up his pace inside of you but he keeps missing his rhythm, earning slaps from you each time he misses a beat. 

“s-sorry, ill do better mommy”

“you better, or you wont get to cum tonight”

he wasnt usually this pathetic. he would be able to satisfy you and take whatever you give him, but tonight was different. he was extra sensitive and everything you said to him went through one ear and straight out the other. taesans body goes limp, burying his face in your neck as he continues to fuck into you.

"a little slower sannie, mommys close" you breathe out, your voice stays flat as if you werent interested. taesan slows down just a little, trying to cheer himself on in his head to keep himself going. he doesnt know how much longer he's going to last, but he doesnt want to know what youll do if he cums before you. "sit up baby, wanna see your pretty face" you grab him by his hair to pull him from your neck.

"you're mommys little bitch, right?" you coo at him, your sweet condesending voice ringing through taesans ears.

"yes, mngh, i-im your bitch" he moans, struggling to keep his body upright. you grab his face again, squeezing hard. he looks at you with his flushed cheeks, mouth forced open from the force you were grabbing him with.

"thats right, you're gonna make me cum?"

"y-yes gonna- gonna make you feel good" he stutters, hips stuttering as well but you dont notice luckily for him.

"you look so pathetic right now sannie," he whines and whines, not able to keep his mouth shut from how good he felt being inside of you.

with a few more thrusts you're cumming, clenching around taesan so hard he has no control over his body anymore and cums right after you, filling you up before you could give him permission to cum.

"didnt mean to cum mommy, m'sorry please dont-" you cut taesan off with a kiss, thinking he was too cute with his stammering. he was a little too distressed for your liking though and you were getting a little worried.

"whats your color baby?" you were pretty rough with him tonight, you wouldnt be shocked if he was done for the rest of the night.

"y-yellow" taesans face was burning red, like he was embarrased for wanting to slow things down and stop. you help him pull out of you, he hisses at the loss of contact and you sit up all the way, changing the position so you were sitting on taesans lap instead. you embrace him in your arms, and he hugs you tightly. you can feel his racing heartbeat through his chest, and you hugh him tighter until his heartbeat and breathing regulates.

You and Taesan have always been open about exploring. One of the kinks you’d talked about before was being used while asleep. You’d always assumed he’d be the one to try it first.

But God, you wanted it too badly.

Carefully, you lift the arm draped around your waist and sit up. He shifts, rolling onto his back, his sleepy mind probably assuming you’re heading to the bathroom. But the grin tugging at your lips says otherwise.

Biting your lip, you slowly tug his shorts down. You take your time, watching him, then lean closer. A soft gasp leaves you as you let your spit fall onto him, your hand moving slowly, experimentally.

You glance up at his face. His brows knit together faintly, his body reacting even in sleep.

He hardens in your hand, and the sight makes your breath hitch.

Careful not to put your full weight on him, you climb over him, pushing your hoodie up and sliding your panties aside. Slowly, you sink down, biting back a moan as the feeling pulls a soft sigh from your lips. You watch his face as it tightens, a quiet groan slipping out.

You move gently at first, rocking your hips as you lean down to press soft kisses to his cheek.

His head turns. His eyes flutter open, unfocused, lips caught between his teeth when he realizes what’s happening. His head falls back into the pillow, a low sound leaving him as his hands find your hips.

“Shit… baby,” he mutters, voice rough with sleep.

You laugh softly, picking up the pace as his grip tightens.

You dip down to his neck, sucking dark marks along his pulse as he groans.

“Fuck…” One hand tangles in your hair, instinctively holding you closer as the pleasure builds.

You clench around him, moaning into his ear as his hips begin to move, chasing his release.

“San…” you breathe, lips brushing his collarbone, your own building fast.

“Don’t stop—please,” he groans, fully awake now, helping guide your movements.

He spills into you with a broken sound, rocking you through it as warmth floods you both. You ride it out together until he slows, breath uneven, trying to steady himself.

You lift your hips slightly, both of you catching your breath. Your cum mixed with his dripping down your inner thighs.

“Damn,” he chuckles softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You got me first, huh?”

You smile down at him, tilting your head. “How was it?”

“So good, baby,” he murmurs, kissing your lips, his hands resting warmly on you.

You grin and tuck yourself into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so good,” you whisper. “I couldn’t help it.”