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That night, Jungwon arrived at the instructor’s small apartment with his heart racing, weighed down by sadness and betrayal after the confrontation with his father.

He didn’t know what expression to wear or how to explain what had just happened.

When the door opened and he saw [...], his hair damp from the shower and an expression of surprise at Jungwon’s late arrival, all the day’s heaviness seemed to melt away.

“Are you okay?” [...] asked, tilting his head with that tenderness Jungwon loved so much.

“Not really,” Jungwon admitted as he stepped inside. He sank into the worn-out sofa, burying his head in his hands. “My dad found out. About this. About us.”

The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable. [...] closed the door carefully before walking over and sitting beside his boyfriend. “What did he say?”

“The usual. That I’m ruining my future. That I can’t be with you because you’re not... you know, like us.” Jungwon looked up, meeting the other’s gaze. “But I don’t care. I’m not going to leave you.”

A small, sad smile crossed the brunet’s face. “I don’t want to be the reason you’re fighting with your family, Jungwon.”

“You don’t understand,” he said quickly, taking his hand. “This isn’t just about you. They don’t understand what it means to have someone see me, to want me for who I am, not for what I can do. I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.”

[...] sighed, his fingers gently squeezing Jungwon’s. “I’m not going anywhere... but promise me you’re not doing this just for me. Do it because it’s truly what you want.”

“It is,” Jungwon replied without hesitation. “You’re the only thing I really want.”

And in that moment, under the soft glow of the apartment’s lamp and with the echoes of his father’s words still in his mind, Jungwon knew he had made the right choice. Because sometimes, risking everything was the only way to find what truly mattered.

The silence between them broke with a long sigh from Jungwon as he glanced around the small apartment. It was modest, with old furniture and walls in need of a fresh coat of paint, but it had a warmth that made him feel more at home than any mansion he’d ever lived in.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost as if he feared the answer.

The instructor nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Of course. You’re always welcome.”

Jungwon let out a breath of relief and sank back into the worn-out sofa. He closed his eyes for a moment, but the weight of his father’s words still bore down on him. He couldn’t sit still.

“How can he be so... selfish?” he began, sitting up again, his hands gesturing in frustration. “Everything I do is for him. I compete, I train, I meet his damn expectations, but the moment I do something for myself, something that matters to me, he makes me the fucking villain!”

The instructor watched him calmly from the other end of the sofa, letting Jungwon’s words spill out uninterrupted.

“It’s like he can’t see me as a person,” Jungwon continued, standing now, unable to stay still. “I’m just a trophy to him. Something he can show off to his friends, an investment. But me? What I want? He doesn’t care. He’s never cared.”

“Jungwon...”

“And the worst part? He told me I’d end up alone. Can you believe that? Like his approval is the only thing I need to survive. How can he be so cold, so... control—”

“Jungwon.”

The instructor’s voice, though soft, was enough to stop his tirade. Jungwon turned to face him, his chest rising and falling with his labored breaths.

“Come here.”

It was more of a request than an order, but Jungwon obeyed without thinking. He sat down beside the instructor, who took his hands in his own. His touch was warm, an anchor grounding him.

“You don’t have to carry all of this on your own,” the instructor said, his eyes full of understanding. “I know it’s hard, but you can’t let his way of thinking consume you. You’re more than what he wants you to be. And you’re not alone, okay?”

Jungwon swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in his throat. He hated how vulnerable he felt in that moment, but he also knew those words were exactly what he needed to hear.

“Thank you,” he whispered after a while, his voice barely audible.

The instructor smiled, giving his hands a gentle squeeze before standing. “Come on, you need to rest.”

He guided Jungwon down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. Jungwon walked with his arms crossed over his chest and a furrowed brow, still venting as they went.

His voice, usually calm and controlled, now carried a frustrated tone, raw with emotion.

“It’s like he can’t see me as anything more than an extension of himself! Everything is about ‘our legacy,’ ‘your responsibility,’ ‘what’s expected of you.’ But me? What I want? Doesn’t matter. How can he be so damn blind?”

Behind him, the instructor followed silently, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his eyes studied Jungwon. There was something about the way he moved, all that restless energy simmering beneath the surface, that made him seem more human, more vulnerable... and surprisingly irresistible.

“It must be exhausting being so perfect all the time,” the instructor murmured, just loud enough for Jungwon to hear.

Jungwon stopped in his tracks, turning to him with a confused look. “What did you say?”

“Ah? Nothing, nothing.” The instructor shook his head, hiding a smirk. “Just that you look like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

Jungwon let out a huff and kept walking. “I don’t have a choice, do I? If I don’t, I’m a failure to them. But I’m so sick of it. Sometimes I just want to... I don’t know, disappear.”

The brunette watched him more closely this time, his gaze trailing along Jungwon’s sharp jawline, the tension in his neck, the way his shirt clings to his lean torso, the enticing bulge of his cock barely hidden by the loose fabric of his pants and the way his broad shoulders rose and fell with each frustrated breath.

There was something so real about seeing him like this, so far from the flawless prodigy everyone worshiped.

It was impossible not to feel a certain hunger, a pull to get closer, to touch that perfection that now seemed within reach.

But he forced himself to look away, reminding himself that Jungwon was here because he trusted him, not because he wanted to be objectified by his impulses.

“Come on,” he said finally, catching up to Jungwon and gently touching his arm to guide him to the bedroom.

Jungwon allowed himself to be led, still grumbling about his father as they entered the small space. The room was simple, barely decorated, with a futon on the floor and a small wardrobe in the corner. Despite that, Jungwon collapsed onto the mattress as if it were the most comfortable place in the world.

“It’s so frustrating,” he continued as the instructor moved to the wardrobe. “The worst part is, I know he’ll never change. He’ll always see everything I do as something that has to meet his standards.”

The instructor began to change, grabbing a small towel to dry his hair and torso. The towel around his waist slipped lower as he moved, revealing a lean, toned physique—not overly muscular but clearly defined. He bent down to grab a pair of clean boxers, still listening intently to Jungwon.

Though he paid attention to every word, his gaze kept drifting toward the boy sprawled on his futon, his expression of frustration somehow making him even more captivating.

“Jungwon,” he interrupted finally, his voice calm but firm, “I understand why you’re upset, but you need to decide what you want to do with all of this. Do you want me to just listen, or do you want my advice?”

Jungwon looked up, realizing the instructor was now standing by the wardrobe with a pair of pants in hand, his torso still bare, droplets of water trailing down his broad back.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air in the room grew heavier.

“I want...” Jungwon hesitated, his anger momentarily eclipsed by the closeness of the other man.

He swallowed hard, feeling a sudden heat rise in his cheeks. “I don’t know. I guess I just want someone to tell me I’m doing the right thing.”

[...] held his gaze for a few seconds before walking over to sit beside him, still holding the pants in his hand, the towel precariously low on his hips. “You don’t need anyone to tell you that. If being with me is what you want, then you’re already doing the right thing.”

Jungwon stared at him, surprised by the sincerity in his words. For the first time that day, he felt some of the pressure in his chest lift.

But he also felt something else, something he wasn’t sure how to handle.

Because even though he had come here to vent, now all he could think about was how close the instructor was—and how easy it would be to lean in just a little more.

[...], his hand still resting on Jungwon's waist, ran his fingers through his damp hair, setting the pants aside as he leaned slightly closer with a mix of concern and calm in his expression.

"Listen," he began in that soothing tone that always managed to make Jungwon lower his guard, "you don't have to carry all that weight just because your father says so. You have the right to choose your own path, even if it’s not the one they expect from you."

Jungwon nodded absently, but his eyes weren’t meeting his companion’s. They were fixed on his neck, where a bead of water slowly trailed down his skin.

He was trying to focus on the words—he really was. He wanted to process the advice, but something inside him was simmering.

The exhaustion, the frustration, the heat of the room—all of it seemed to amplify every small detail: the closeness, the low and steady timbre of that voice, the way [...] seemed utterly unaware of how he affected Jungwon. How even the smallest thing he did could put him hard as rock.

"I know," Jungwon muttered, almost absentmindedly. "It's just… it’s hard to ignore when it’s always been there. He controls everything. Even when I try to pull away, I feel like a part of me will always—"

He stopped, his words swallowed by a sudden, overwhelming thought.

He didn’t know if it was the accumulated stress or simply the fact that [...] was mere inches away with his towel barely clinging to him, but suddenly, the only thing he wanted was to close that distance.

[...] noticed the abrupt silence and looked up. "Are you okay?" he asked, leaning a little closer.

"Yeah," Jungwon replied quickly, though his voice was tight. "It’s just that…" He bit his lower lip, scrambling for an excuse for what he was about to do.

Without overthinking it, he shifted forward, planting his knees on the mattress and closing the gap between them.

Before the older man could react, Jungwon was seated on his lap.

The movement was so unexpected that [...] froze, his hands instinctively lifting but not quite touching him. "Jungwon?" he asked cautiously, his voice tinged with surprise.

"Sorry, I just…" Jungwon shifted slightly, pretending to get more comfortable, though his true intention was to create friction between the semi-erect crotch and his ass. Heat rose to his face as he felt the contact, but he didn’t back away. "It’s more comfortable this way."

"Comfortable?" [...] raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled but also faintly amused.

One of his hands finally settled on Jungwon's waist, as if to steady him. "I didn’t realize my lap was such prime seating."

Jungwon let out a nervous laugh, looking away. "Well… the bed’s not as comfortable as it looks."

"Ah, of course," [...] replied, his tone dripping with irony. But his eyes, darker and more serious now, remained locked on Jungwon, studying his every move. "Do you want to talk about what’s really going on, or are you just going to keep 'adjusting' yourself?"

"What? No, nothing’s going on," Jungwon answered quickly, though his tone betrayed his nerves. He tried to stay firm, but each subtle shift sent sparks of heat racing through his body.

[...] exhaled slowly, his hand on Jungwon’s waist giving a light squeeze. "Jungwon, if there’s something you want to tell me, just say it. You don’t need to play this game."

For a moment, Jungwon fell silent, his eyes lowering to where [...]'s hand rested on his waist.

The warmth in his chest grew stronger, blending with an inexplicable need. Finally, he looked up, meeting those eyes that always seemed to see straight through him.

"I’m not playing…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

[...] studied him for what felt like an eternity, his expression softening from confusion into something deeper, something that was both understanding and unreadable. Yet he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he stayed still, letting Jungwon take the lead, waiting for him to decide what came next.

The air in the room grew heavier with each passing second. Jungwon barely moved, but just enough to heighten the tension between them.

His hips subtly grazed [...]’s lap, a poorly disguised attempt at "getting comfortable," while soft, barely whimper sounds of restrained pleasure slipped from his lips, clear enough to reach the other's ears.

[...] frowned, his hands tightening around Jungwon’s waist, halting his movement. "Jungwon," his voice dropped, more serious now, "what are you doing?"

The boy looked up, his eyes glimmering with a mix of confusion and something deeper—something he could no longer hide. "Nothing, I just..." He murmured, attempting to shift again, but the hands on his waist held him firmly in place.

"No." [...]’s voice cut through the moment, low and commanding, enough to make Jungwon shiver. His fingers pressed slightly into the flesh of his waist, a clear signal that the charade was over. "Tell me, Jungwon. What is it you’re trying to do?"

Damn it. [...]—always so maddeningly correct, always insisting Jungwon use his words.

For a moment, Jungwon said nothing. His breathing was unsteady, his gaze avoided his lover's as a fierce blush spread across his cheeks.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, lowering his head until his forehead rested on the other’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered first, his voice barely audible against his skin. Then, after a beat of silence, he leaned in closer, letting his nose brush against the other’s neck. “I can’t take it anymore.”

[...] glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his muscles tensing under Jungwon's weight. "What can’t you take?" he pressed, though his voice had softened slightly, as if he understood but needed to hear it aloud.

“All of it,” Jungwon continued, his hands clutching the other’s chest as if searching for support. “My father, the expectations… feeling like this with you and not being able to do anything about it. It’s too much.”

[...] swallowed hard, his eyes narrowing as he processed the words. But before he could respond, Jungwon lifted his head slightly, his lips brushing against his neck as he whispered:

“I want you to mark me.”

Time seemed to stand still. Jungwon’s words lingered in the air, soft but charged with undeniable meaning. [...] exhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he wrestled with the emotions those words evoked.

“Love…” he began, but the boy didn’t let him finish.

“Please,” Jungwon pleaded, burying his face into his neck once more. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this, that I don’t want you… that I don’t want us…”

He didn’t finish, but he didn’t need to. His hands slid to the instructor’s shoulders, gripping more tightly as his hips shifted just slightly, as though words alone weren’t enough to express the depths of his need.

[...] let out a low sigh, his hands still firm on Jungwon’s waist as he observed him closely.

Warnings he wanted to give. Boundaries he knew he should set. But in that moment, Jungwon’s raw honesty disarmed him completely.

“This isn’t something you can desire lightly,” he finally said, his tone firm but layered with a tenderness that made Jungwon meet his gaze. “If we cross this line, there’s no going back. Are you absolutely sure about what you’re asking for?”

Jungwon nodded without hesitation this time. His gaze, though still laced with desire, was serious and resolute. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

[...] let out a soft “tch” as he lowered his gaze for a moment, as though summoning his strength. In truth, his eyes briefly lingered on Jungwon's cock. It was throbbing.

When he looked back up, there was an intensity in his eyes that sent a shiver down Jungwon’s spine.

“Alright,” he said at last, his voice low and tinged with something Jungwon hadn’t heard before: desire. “But I won’t let this be a way for you to run from your problems. If we do this, it’ll be because you truly want it—not as a distraction. Understood?”

Jungwon offered a faint smile, leaning in just enough for his lips to graze the corner of [...]’s. “Understood, my love. I'm not running, I'm choosing you.”

Jungwon, feeling the tension in the air increasing with every second, slowly rose from his boyfriend's lap, his hands shaking slightly, as if he was finally taking control of the situation, but also as if he were afraid of what might happen next.

He looked at [...], who was still sitting on the futon, watching him silently.

With a determined but somewhat vulnerable look, Jungwon made a small movement backwards, making sure his instructor was lying on the mattress.

The posture of his body was dominant, but there was a softness in his gesture that carried with it a mixture of emotion and desire.

“Lie down,” Jungwon said in a low tone, almost like an order disguised as a suggestion, while his eyes shone brightly.

[...] looked at him, a spark of surprise crossing his eyes, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he flopped back onto the bed with a slight smile, a gesture that invited Jungwon to play along.

Jungwon took a deep breath, his fingers tracing the line of his chest as he made sure he was ready.

He walked over to the bed and gently sat down on the instructor's lap, who was already slightly reclined, but the towel he was wearing was barely held over his hip, dangerous and unstable.

Jungwon's movement was fluid, almost instinctive, as if he didn't need to think about it.

He settled into the other's lap, feeling the towel slip a little further with each movement. The heat between them was palpable. Without thinking, Jungwon began to caress the brunette's chest, his hands gently moving down his abdomen, a slow but firm touch that made it clear what he wanted.

[...]'s hands slide up Jungwon's back, fingers splaying across the smooth fabric of his shirt. He loves the way Yang looks perched on top of him, all tousled hair and flushed cheeks. It's a sight [...] could happily drown in.

[...] he didn't say anything, he just watched Jungwon, his breathing starting to speed up slightly as he felt Jungwon's caresses on his skin, his ass moving on top of him.

Jungwon's eyes shone with desire, but also with a vulnerability that only the brunette could see, that look that made it clear that it was not just the body that he wanted, but his mind.

Jungwon, his fingers now brushing the base of the towel, looked up to meet the brunette’s eyes. “Do you mind?” he whispered, his voice low but laden with emotion.

[...] he shook his head softly, his breathing a little more labored. “No,” he replied in an almost hoarse tone. “Do whatever you want.”

Despite the familiarity of those caresses, there was something different about this moment. Something more intense. Jungwon felt like every touch, every movement, was a way to claim something deeper than just physical desire. And although his heart was pounding, he wanted more.

[...], eyes closed for a second, he leaned back, his body relaxing on the bed, but his hands still on Jungwon's waist, holding him firmly as he felt the pressure of his circular movements on his hard cock. “Jungwon…” he whispered, his voice husky and full of lust. “Fuck, I need you.”

Without warning, he surges up and captures Jungwon's lips in a searing kiss. It's all teeth and tongue, messy and desperate. [...] pours every ounce of his love and longing into the kiss, hoping Jungwon can feel it.

[...]'s hands roam greedily over Jungwon's body as he kisses him, mapping out every dip and curve. He palms Jungwon's ass, giving it a firm squeeze before sliding around to grip his hips.

[...] rocks up against Yang, grinding their cocks together through the layers of denim.

“Been thinking about this all damn day. Wanted you so bad.” [...] pants against Jungwon's lips, his eyes dark with desire. His hands slip under Yang's shirt, skimming over the warm skin of his back.

Jungwon, having his precious boy under it, was infecting me with his wildness with words and the direct way he said them.

He's not going to lie, he and [...] have clearly been intimate, although they didn't usually go beyond [...] Fucking his mouth without mercy or the famous 69.

Although, because [...] loved to use Jungwon's ass as his way of relieving stress, he used his cheeks as a pillow, he would gently bite them or squeeze them. That's why he got into the rhythm of always doing glute exercises (when he did occasionally exercise).

[...]'s eyes darken with lust at Jungwon's moans, his cock throbbing eagerly under the thin towel. "Fuck... Darlin'. Want to feel you all over me, rubbin' that perfect ass on my dick." He growls, his voice low and rough with desire.

[...]'s hands slide down to grip Jungwon's hips, thumbs digging into the sensitive skin where hip meets thigh.

He rolls his own hips upwards, grinding his denim-covered erection against the cleft of Jungwon's ass. The friction makes [...] groan, his head falling back against the pillows.

"Been dreaming about this, honey... Imagine you bendin' over for me, presentin' yourself like a pretty virgin present." [...] murmurs, his words slightly slurred.

Between whines of pleasure, Jungwon moved his hips circular in shape, feeling its erect length more fully. It was big, he could barely fit half of it in his mouth, it was a miracle when I managed to get it all in his mouth, his lips always ended up swollen and red!

Jungwon's hands traveled all over his chest, the tips of his fingers were now on his pelvis, dangerously playing with creating invisible patterns. “So fucking big.. I can't wait to have you inside me..”

Jungwon was teasing [...] with small jumps, precise movements on the tip of the brown-haired boy's cock. He loved doing it, so he would get more vocalization from his boy.

In a quick movement he pushed himself away from [...], moving him away from me a little, enough so that he could raise his legs, thus beginning to remove his pants along with boxers at the same time. “Enjoying the view?”

Yang asked him in a whiny voice, whispering it almost in a moan after letting out a flirtatious laugh. His legs tightened, causing his erect dick and balls to be seen in a way... Very appetizing, adding to his firm and perfect ass.

[...]'s breath catches in his throat as Jungwon strips off his pants and boxers, revealing his most intimate parts. His eyes roam hungrily over that perfect body—the lean muscles, the smooth expanse of honey skin, the thick cock lying heavy against Jungwon's thigh. [...] licks his lips, his mouth watering at the sight.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." [...] rasps, his voice rough with desire. He reaches out to trace the defined V of Jungwon's hips, his fingertips ghosting over the sensitive skin. [...]'s gaze is drawn to Jungwon's ass, those firm globes just begging to be touched, squeezed.

Unable to resist, [...] grips Jungwon's ass cheeks, kneading the supple flesh. He spreads Yang's cheeks apart, exposing his tight pink hole. The sight makes [...]'s cock throb, a bead of precum dampening the front of his towel.

"Look at you, all spread out for me like a feast." [...] growls appreciatively. He leans in, burying his face between Jungwon's cheeks. [...] inhales deeply, filling his lungs with Yang's heady scent.

It's intoxicating, making his head spin with sin.

[...]'s tongue darts out, flicking over Jungwon's tight rim. He laps at the sensitive skin, tracing the pucker with the tip of his tongue.

[...] groans at the taste of him, musky and earthy. He wants more, needs more.

“Aw! Shit... More, my love.. more..” Jungwon moaned softly, holding his legs behind his knees with one hand, the other was in charge of gently caressing [...]'s head. Gently squeezing his hair.

His tongue always worked wonders on that pretty tight hole.

With a low growl, [...] seals his lips around Jungwon's hole and sucks, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle. He tongue-fucks Jungwon's ass, licking and sucking and nibbling until his dear is writhing beneath him, hands fisting in the sheets.

"Gonna make you feel so good, baby'." [...] promises, his words muffled against Jungwon's skin. "Gonna lick this pretty ass 'til you're beggin' for my cock."

Jungwon's head sank further into the pillows, his back arched a little, and his lips were parted, forming a small O, where he let out gasps. “K-keep moving your tongue a-and.. ugh!”

His tongue was so deep inside him that he felt like he could see the stars on the ceiling.

The hand holding my legs dug into one of his thighs, scratching his skin from the way [...] hands squeezed and opened his perfect cheeks.

“You are so fucking good, my love.. ugh.. my.. God..” His cheekbones, ears and whole face was completely flushed, it wasn't the first time they did this, but it always felt better than the previous one.

The sensation was clearly pleasant, but it reached this point where Jungwon felt his body turning stupid, weak.

[...] groans into Jungwon's ass as he feels those strong thighs clamp around his head, trapping him in place. He loves being buried between Jungwon's ass like this, inhaling his musky scent with every breath. [...]'s tongue delves deeper, fucking into Jungwon's tight heat with long, slow strokes.

"Fuck, you taste so good, darlin'." [...] rasps, his voice muffled against Jungwon's skin. He seals his lips around Jungwon's rim, sucking hard as his tongue swirls and curls. [...]'s hands grip Jungwon's ass, spreading him wider, opening him up completely.

[...]'s cock throbs in the towel, aching for attention. He grinds his denim-covered erection against the bed, seeking any friction he can get. The thin material creates delicious pressure against his sensitive flesh, making [...]'s hips buck involuntarily.

The movements did nothing but finally release the towel, leaving it crumpled on the bed, but freeing the thick, long cock of [...].

"Gonna make you cum on my tongue, pretty boy." [...] growls, his words sending vibrations through Jungwon's body.

He doubles his efforts, tongue-fucking Jungwon's ass with renewed vigor. [...] alternates between long, deep strokes and quick, fluttering licks, keeping Jungwon guessing.

[...] reaches up to palm Jungwon's neglected cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

Heavens, [...]'s tongue is driving Jungwon wild.

The way it slides deep into his tight entrance, curling and twisting, is pure bliss. But his hand on my cock is too much, too soon. I can feel my release building, my balls drawing up tight.

"A-ah... No! Love... stop, stop, stop!" Jungwon's moans echoed through the room, his hips bucking erratically.

His body is wracked with small spasms of pleasure, his legs spreading wider in wanton invitation. Jungwon grab [...]'s wrist, trying to still his stroking hand.

[...] can feel Jungwon getting close, his hole fluttering and clenching around Jungwon's invading muscle. [...] wants to taste Jungwon's release, to feel him come undone in his hand.

[...] He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. His hand moved frantically, his thumb massaging over the tip of Jungwon's dick from time to time.

Tears of overwhelming ecstasy prick at the corners of Jungwon's eyes. [...]'s ministrations are too intense, Jungwon's sensitive tip throbbing under his skillful fingers. He don't want to cum yet, not like this. He needed more time to savor the exquisite sensations.

[...]'s eyes widen as he feels Jungwon's body tense beneath him, his hips bucking wildly. The desperation in Jungwon's voice makes [...]'s heart clench, the urge to soothe and comfort his lover overriding his own need.

"Shh, it's okay, darlin'. I've got you." [...] coos, his voice low and soothing.

He releases Jungwon's cock, letting it bob free against his stomach. [...] tongue slows its movements, gentling his touches. He places soft, open-mouthed kisses over Jungwon's ass, worshipping every inch of skin. However, his hand continued to caress that throbbing vein, continuing to tease his urethra.

“L-love... Come on.. s-stoop~.." Jungwon beg, his voice breaking on a moan. His red lips tremble, forming a pouty 'O' as he pleaded with [...]. He need him to understand, to back off just a little.

His body is overstimulated, every nerve ending screaming for release.

Eventually [...] sits back on his heels, his hands resting lightly on Jungwon's thighs. He takes a moment to admire the sight before him—Jungwon sprawled out on the bed, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a breathless pant. It's a vision that takes [...]'s breath away.

"You're beautiful like this, baby. All spread out and needy for me." [...] murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. He leans in to press a tender kiss to Jungwon's hipbone, then another to his belly button. [...]'s hands slide up Jungwon's sides, thumbs brushing over his nipples.

"You know I want to take care of you, prince'. Make you feel good." [...] promises, his eyes locked on Jungwon's face.

He can see the desperation there, the need for more. [...]'s own cock is still hard and aching, but he pushes his desire aside. This moment is about Jungwon, about giving his lover what he needs.

[...] hands continue their slow exploration, mapping out every dip and curve of Yang's body. He takes his time, touching and teasing, coaxing Jungwon back to the edge of pleasure without pushing him over. [...] wants to draw this out, to make it last as long as possible.

"Tell me what you want, baby." [...] urges, his voice low and husky. "Wanna hear you say it, wanna give you everything you want. Everything you need."

“Just...” Jungwon's hands cup [...]'s cheeks, drawing him in close. Soft kisses flutter across his lips, the tip of his nose, his forehead. His legs wrap around his narrow waist as he pull [...] nearer, bodies pressed flush.

"I think... Fuck, I just want you to fuck me, 'kay?" Jungwon whisper against his skin, nuzzling into the crook of [...] neck.

It was embarrassing, even now. Jungwon never found it easy to talk about what he longed for, he wasn't used to being listened to.

Jungwon's lips trail open-mouthed kisses along [...] throat as he breathes him in—leather, sweat, pure [...]. His tongue darts out, licking the curve of his pulse point before he bites down, marking him as his. Finally.

"I'm ready for you to claim me, darling." Jungwon murmur, voice husky with need. "Body and soul, I want to be yours completely."

[...] leans in to capture Jungwon's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into the press of their mouths.

Those words were his switch. Even though Yang had said it minutes before. He wanted to make sure it wasn't just to ease all his pain, his stress.

[...] hands roam over Jungwon's body, mapping out every dip and curve he knows so well. But this time, it feels different. This time, it's not just about physical pleasure. It's about claiming Jungwon, marking him as his own in every way possible.

[...] breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down Jungwon's jaw, his throat, his collarbone. He pauses to lave his tongue over the mark he left earlier, soothing the sting.

"Gonna make you mine, darling." [...] growls, his voice low and possessive. "Gonna claim this sweet body and fill you up with my seed."

[...] sits back on his knees, his hands sliding down to grip Yang's hips. He takes a moment to admire the sight of his lover spread out, his ring filled with saliva and dilated a little, flushed and panting with need.

[...] gaze is drawn to Jungwon's ass again, that perfect pink hole just begging to be filled.

With a low groan, [...] removes the towel from under him, adding to how he put his chest against the mattress. The pressure of his cock against his stomach was almost irresistible, painful. It springs up, hard and heavy, the thick shaft already dripping with precum.

[...] gives himself a few quick strokes after he raised his hips a little, hissing at the sensation. But he doesn't want to rush this, doesn't want to make it about his own pleasure.

[...] reaches into his mouth with his free hand, pulling them out after a few minutes. They were full of saliva.

With a gentle touch, [...] circles Jungwon's rim, his slick finger pressing just inside the tight heat. He keeps the pressure light, letting Jungwon adjust to the intrusion. [...]'s other hand rubs soothing circles over the small of Jungwon's back, a grounding touch to help him relax.

Jungwon sank his head deeper into the pillows, turning to the side and biting my lower lip as he close his eyes. "A-ah... God... It feels so good," he moaned, his hips circling slowly, savoring the exquisite sensations.

"You're doing so good, baby. Taking me so well." [...] praises, his voice rough with emotion. He leans down to press a kiss to Jungwon's shoulder blade, then another to the curve of his spine. [...] tongue darts out, laving over the sweat-dampened skin.

[...] long, skillful fingers are driving Yang wild, making him see stars. His cock throbs insistently, the new stimulation making his release approach far too quickly.

He can feel his seed slowly trickling out, that thick liquid running down to his testicles.

"A-ahh... s-sorry! More!" Jungwon squeeze [...]'s hand, their fingers intertwined, as his back arches further. The pleasure is overwhelming, pushing him to the brink of exploding. I'm teetering on the edge, ready to shatter at any moment.

As Jungwon begins to push back against [...] fingers, he curls them just right, rubbing firmly over Yang's prostate.

[...] can feel Jungwon's hole fluttering around his digits, the tight muscles rippling with each pass. [...] cock throbs at the sensation, a pearl of precum bubbling up from the tip.

[...] fingers work Jungwon's prostate with expert precision, each thrust sending electric jolts of pleasure racing up Jungwon's spine. He can feel the blondie's body tensing, the telltale flutter of his inner walls signaling his impending release.

The intensity of [...] touch is overwhelming, his skilled bones stroking Jungwon's inner walls with a precision that leaves him breathless.

Jungwon moaned into his palm, muffling the sound as he felt his release approaching. His hips buck wildly, seeking more of that exquisite friction.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" [...] growls, his voice laced with pride and possession. "Wanna feel you let go, wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers."

"Uh-huh..." Jungwon replied in a low moan, his eyes closing as he tried to resist. As he tried to fight.

[...] thumb rubs tight circles over the head of Jungwon's cock, smearing the copious amounts of precum around. He can feel Jungwon's balls drawing up tight, the muscles in his thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Let it happen, baby. Cum for me, cum for your boyfriend." [...] demands, his fingers pistoning in and out of Jungwon's hole at a furious pace. He can feel his own orgasm building, the base of his cock throbbing with the need to knot.

But [...] holds back, determined to bring Yang to completion first. He wants to feel Jungwon's ass clenching around him, wants to be buried deep inside that tight heat as he fills Jungwon with his seed.

Jungwon's body convulses, muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm as old as time. He is dimly aware of the thin walls that are connected with the neighbors of [...], but I can't bring myself to care. All that matters is the blissful haze enveloping me, the feeling of [...]'s fingers still working my prostate, coaxing out every last drop.

"Fuuuck!" Jungwon gasp, a voice strangled as he come hard. His cock pulses, thick ropes of cum splattering across his stomach. The sensation is intense, more powerful than anything I've ever felt before.

Everything felt new, he felt so tired from a new sensation, from a new way of masturbating. He wanted to keep going, but he was completely empty, his ring squeezing tightly around [...] fingers.

“Get on your back, put that cute ass in the air. I’ll fuck you until dawn.” [...] whispered, chuckling darkly as he began to put more lube on his huge, hard cock.

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀،،⠀⠀메모 ! ㅤ⸻ㅤ I don't have much of an excuse, I just wanted to make some good smut. + I'm sorry if you get to read another name/s, I usually write the drafts with my name. Also sorry if there are her/she pronouns, I'll fix them when I wake up.︐⠀📍

⠀𝒊. ⠀─⠀ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara⠀𝄒

. . . ₍⠀아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to leave me any requests! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>⠀₎⠀ ִֶָ

N E Way imagine coming home and Min is lounging on the couch, he's wearing shorts and your hoodie and he looks so comfy and content and you didn't want to ruin it but when he noticed you, he shifted as he smiled at you and his legs looked way too good as he pulled them up.

You walk over to him and kneel on the couch, parting his knees then settling between them, your head on his stomach. His left hand reaches down and combs through your hair, his fingers scratching the back of your head and you take a deep breath. How he managed to always find ways to help your body relax is unknown.

There is another way to help you relax though...

You scoot down, his hand moving to rest on his stomach as you look up at him and he nods. You turn your head and softly kiss his right inner thigh. You place multiple kisses on the top of his thigh, up to his knee and back down then do the same to his left. Your kisses turn wet as you move back to his right thigh and closer to his core.

His noises are small hums and gasps, melting into the feeling of your lips and he reaches his hand back down to lazily grip at your hair as your nose nudges his shorts and you kiss further up his thighs.

You pull back and look up at him, gauging his reaction and when he lets out a small "Please~" And you grin, sitting up and he helps you get his shorts off. He's shy as always but you gently coax him to spread his legs and you kiss his stomach, his scar, and all the way down to his cunt.

Your left arm slips around the outside of his right leg and your hand grips just above his knee where his thigh ends and pulls it to spread him wider and he places his left leg over your shoulder.

Your right hand moves, fingers revealing more of his core to you and he's absolutely dripping. You kiss his clit and his lets out his first noise, a breathy moan, as his right hand rests on his right thigh and his left hand finds your hair. You gather saliva on your tongue then stick it out and start licking at his clit.

His hips jerk and his hand grips your hair, the other sliding up his leg as he brings it up and he grabs your hand. He yelps and his back arches slightly as you wrap your lips around him and suck then alternate between licking and sucking, moving impossibly closer to him.

You're fingers joined the mix as you pulls him closer, your free hand moving below your chin and you easily slip two fingers into him to the knuckle, pulling back slowly then pushing back in and curling your fingers. He squeals, his left knee jerking into the couch cushion and trying to spread wider as his heel digs into your back. You curl your fingers into him as you pull out and push back in at a rapid pace.

He whines and tries to pull you up, gripping your hair and pulling but that just spurred you on. You assumed he was trying to pull you away so you could breathe but no way you were gonna pull away now.

You pull out your fingers and replace them with your tongue, licking from his entrance to his clit then plunging your tongue deep inside him, licking his walls and fucking him with your tongue. Minho squirms and his hips jerk as he pulls you closer and practically humps your face, your nose nudging his clit before his right hand still clasped in yours pulls at your hand and his legs close around your head.

His hands grip yours and your hair as you devour him, his back arches and he looks away from you, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. You squeeze your free hand back under your chin and slip your fingers back inside him along side your tongue and curl your finger before Minho squeals and he's cumming.

His thighs squeeze tight around your head, his heel digging into your back, your scalp burned and the grip on your hand was tight but you kept going until he fell further over the edge. You keep your fingers curling into him but wrap your lips around his clit as he squirts, his juices covering your face and he's completely blissed out.

A groan hitches in your throat against his cunt as you're suddenly hyper aware of the fact you've been grinding into the couch and your own pleasure from your release washes over you.

You slow down your fingers and wait until Minho recovers and his thighs let you go, not all the way but enough to let you turn your head and leave marks along his thighs.

With sharp exhale, you pull yourself up with a soft grunt looking down at Minho who looks like he passed out.

With a small huff of a chuckle, your fingers move to gently circle his clit, dipping into his entrance and he flinches and whines. You can't resist pulling them out then taking them past your lips, sucking his sweetness off your fingers. After that, you pull your shirt over your head to remove it and use it to wipe your face and Minho where ever his juices splashed.

Tossing your shirt to the floor, you move to hover over him.

"Minnie?" You whisper, your hands supporting you next to his head and you lean down to bump your nose into his then moving to his left to nuzzle against his cheek. "Baby..." You mumble, moving further down and kissing under his jaw and he whines. "You okay?"

His next whine comes with a huff and his arms sluggishly move around your neck to pull you down. You giggle, kissing his neck and nibbling his ear lobe as your left arm wraps around his waist. "It's your fault I want to cry..." he mumbles, closing his legs and slowly moving down to curl up into your chest. "Aw, Kitten, don't cry." He huffs with faux anger. "You can make it up to me." "How?" His arms wrap around your middle and he bites your pec then presses his forehead into your chest. "Take me to bed for a second round." You laugh and kiss his forehead. "Okay Minnie." "And Mn?"

He pulls back and you can't resist leaning down and kissing him, licking into his mouth greedily and he moans softly at the lingering flavor of himself on your tongue and you pull back. He sighs and meets your eyes. "Use your dick this time." You laugh again and connect your forehead with his, smiling at him and going to agree with him but you gasp as his hand slides down your waist and down to your crotch to gently palm you over your pants, softly dragging his fingers over the outline. "and use it till I actually cry." You smirk.

The fans thought it was just fan service

But you saw it as an opportunity to pick your pretty little boyfriend up as much as possible

You loved holding him

And he loved being held by you

He feels so small in your arms it makes him all giddy inside

Carrying him on your back as you strut your way across the stage

Holding tightly onto his legs as he keeps a firm hold of your shoulders

Jumping him about whilst you interact with the fans and wave at the cameras surrounding you

Sometimes you'll even carry him bridal style whilst you mouth the words to him in a very dramatically loving way

The fans would always scream and yell whenever you lifted him up

They found your 'friendship' so cute and couldn't get enough of it

He wouldn't be flustered when being carried on your back

But when you scoop him into your arms bridal style...

He's very flustered and red

He'd wrap his arms around your neck and hide his face in the crook of you neck

You'd show him off to everyone

Flaunting your cute boyfriend for everyone to coo over

There was only one occasion where you picked him up with his chest to yours and his legs around your waist

The sent the fandom crazy

ESPECIALLY those who shipped the both of you

It was quite an intimate way to hold him but it had only happened for a few seconds before he wriggled out your hold and ran to the other side of the stage all flustered

You just laughed at his reaction, finding it cute.

Mark was a virgin, he thought he’d never give up, he’d keep it up until he got married. Then he realized he was gay, and then he realized, he didn’t want to wait.

He knew y/n also a virgin, but that’s because he never really dated before. But the difference between the two, was even though y/n was a virgin, he was pretty experienced and knew what he was doing.

He decided he’d address wanting to go all the way with him on their one year anniversary, make it special.

He was at y/ns apartment, he has the day off. Sadly y/n couldn’t get off work, but he was ok with it, it fit perfectly well for his plan.

Mark made his favorite food for dinner, setting it up on the dining room table. He also had prepped himself the best he could. He had a plug in to keep him loose, something he was really embarrassed and shy about.

When y/n for home, the first thing he smelled was the food, and it smelled amazing. The next thing was a warm embrace.

Mark had ran over and hugged him tightly. He kissed y/ns cheek a couple of times, before snuggling into him.

Y/n chuckled and hugged him back, a smile on his lips.

“Happy anniversary y/n.” Mark mumbled, before pulling away looking at you.

“Happy anniversary baby,” he responded, pecking the boys lips.

Mark blushed madly and closed the door behind you. Once you got your shoes off and put everything down, he grabbed your hand and drug you over to the dining room.

“I made you dinner~” Mark happily exclaimed, leading him over.

“My favorite meal, thank you so much.” Y/n said, smiling at him. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get off work for today.”

“It’s ok y/n really, we have all night with each other.” Mark said, sitting down.

Once y/n sat down, they both started talking about how their days went. Y/n had an eventful yet good day at his job. He was really grateful to have it, it was his dream job after all.

Mark told him about the dreamies and how chaotic they were today. Everything went well, y/n was beyond happy with the food, especially that Mark made it.

“I love the food, I do, but I want cuddles.” Y/n said and take pouted, looking his boyfriend in the eyes.

It didn’t go unnoticed how Mark started blushing, more than usual. Y/n squinted his eyes and watched his behavior.

“What did you do?” Y/n asked, watching him closely.

“I um, I… well… there’s something I want to talk to you about…” Mark stammered, shyly looking up at him.

“Alright, what is it?” Y/n asked, getting up and going over to Mark.

Mark blushed deeper and played with his fingers. “I want to go all the way with you, I want to have sex with you.” He mumbled.

Y/ns eyes widened as he stopped right in front of him, his heart jumping into his throat. He didn’t know if he heard him right or was going crazy. He knelt in front of him and cupped his cheeks.

“Say again?” Y/n asked, his eyes still a bit wide.

“I want to have sex with you, I want to go all the way. I know I told you I wanted to wait until marriage and all, but I changed my mind. Y/n I want you.” Mark said, looking him in the eyes.

Y/n let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, already feeling body react to his words. To actually have Mark, not just blowjobs and handjobs, actually have him.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/n checked, his hand holding him more.

Mark nodded, and before he knew it, y/ns lips were on his. Y/n kissed him deeply, staying where he was for a couple of minutes.

He got up, picking Mark up and carrying him to his bedroom. Mark obliged, though a little afraid he’d be dropped. He held on, still kissing his boyfriend, even as he laid him down.

Y/n crawled on top of Mark, pulling away from the kiss as he looked him in the eyes. Mark was already a blushing mess, and y/n found it adorable.

He undressed the boy under him, once again in awe of his beauty. He let his hands wander his boyfriends body, up and down his chest to his thighs, rubbing the inside. He was pleasantly shocked when he felt the plug, his eyes going wide as he looked down, then at Mark.

“You really were serious, you- you prepped yourself and wore a plug?” Y/n asked shocked, a smirk creeping up.

Mark blushed impossibly deeper, nodding as he spread his legs. Y/n got a better view, exhaling as he traced the plug.

He quickly undressed himself, sitting between Marks legs. He grabbed the end, slowly pulling it in and out. He smirked when he immediately got a moan in response.

He started twisting it too, having way too much fun fucking Mark with the plug. He pulled it out at one point, watching as he clenched around nothing, whining from the loss.

“Sorry baby, you’re just stunning.” Y/n muttered, biting his lip.

He grabbed Marks cock in his hand, spitting onto it before pumping it. Mark watched with hooded eyes, moaning from the simplest touches. Y/n smirked at that, and took Mark into his mouth.

Mark arched his back a bit and gripped his boyfriends hair. He was always so sensitive when he’d receive. Y/n started bobbing his head, his cheek hollowing out as he looked up at his boyfriend.

He smiled to himself when he noticed how he was enjoying it. He sped up, licking and sucking at his tip from time to time.

Y/n moved his hand down to play with the plug as he continued to suck him off, knowing it would set Mark off. And it did, it so pleasantly did.

“Ngh, y/n please, I’m gonna- fuck please I’m gonna cum-“ he moaned out, gripping his hair tighter.

Y/n sped up with moving the plug, his lips wrapping perfectly around his tip. As he lightly sucked, he felt Marks release on his tongue. He had a sweet taste, which was expected, and it was something he loved.

Y/n swallowed his cum before getting up. As Mark calmed down, y/n grabbed the lube. He pulled the plug out and poured lube on his fingers. Even if Mark had prepped himself, he wanted to make sure he was actually ready.

He slowly added his fingers, making Mark whine out, his hips bucking into him while also trying to move away, like they didn’t know what they wanted.

Y/n chuckled and continued. Once he felt he was ready, he pulled his fingers out and lubed himself. He crawled back in between Marks legs, kissing at his jaw and neck.

“Ready?” Y/n asked, gently nipping at his neck.

Mark nodded shyly and wrapped his arms around y/ns neck. Y/n lined himself up, before pushing in. Mark moaned loudly and scrunched his nose, y/n shushing him by kissing his nose, jaw, and cheek.

Once he had bottomed out, he stayed still to let Mark adjust. Mark was grateful, he relaxed his body as he got used to his size. It was a weird feeling to him, but he was always enjoying it.

“M- move, I got it.” Mark mumbled, biting his lip.

He was glad they were at y/ns apartment, because he knew he was gonna be loud, and he didn’t want his band mates to hear.

Y/n nodded and started moving, sliding half way out before pushing in. He kept at a slow steady pace, pulling out more on each thrust as mark adjusted.

Mark was moaning loudly, his head thrown back. His body was on fire, and god it felt amazing. Y/n kissed his Adam’s apple, smiling at the affect he had on him.

“Faster~ please~” Mark moaned out, gripping y/ns shoulders.

The top happily obliged, moving faster and also harder. Marks moans grew louder, and y/n was feeding off of it. He loved his moans so much, he knew he’d never get tired of them.

Mark pulled y/ns head up, kissing his boyfriend deeply. Y/n had both hands next to mark as he thrusted. He leant down into the kiss, melting into it, we Mark moaned into it while he held his cheek.

Y/n adjusted himself, before thrusting deeper. Mark gasped and pulled away from the kiss, clenching around him as his knees shut around y/n a bit.

“O- oh god!” Mark half yelped half moaned.

Y/n knew exactly why. He smiled to himself and thrusted harder, hitting right into Marks prostate, driving the bottom crazy.

Mark gripped the bed as tight as he could, becoming a moaning mess. His eyes were glassy as he watched y/n, he was drowning in pleasure.

“I’m close baby.” Y/n mumbled, his lips ghosting over Marks.

He wasn’t able to respond back, instead nodding and kissing his boyfriend again. Y/n moved one of his hands down to jerk Mark off as he thrusted into him.

Y/n came first, still thrusting into him to ride out his high. Mark came shortly after, his thighs shaking a bit from it being his second orgasm, that one more intense than the last.

“So good..” mark mumbled shyly, causing y/n to chuckle.

Y/n pulled out, plugging him immediately after. Mark squeaked and looked at him, blushing a dark crimson as y/n just smirked at him.

you had been unable to get to sleep for a few hours by now, tossing and turning on your bed as you let out a sigh and stared up at the ceiling. you closed your eyes, attempting to fall asleep when you heard your name being called from the next room. your eyes immediately opened and you sat up, paying attention now as you listened to the noises coming from your best friend's room.

your name was moaned out again, louder this time, and you could already feel your boxers getting tighter as your cock throbbed at hearing taeyong moan your name. "fuck," you cursed, climbing out of your bed.

quietly, you walked out of your room and walked to taeyong's, standing in front of it hearing his moans and whines much clearer now. after a split second of hesitation, you knocked on the door a couple of times and opened it, surprised it was even unlocked as you were met with the sight of taeyong lying in his bed, boxers down at his ankles and his shirt up to his chest with his cock in his hand.

taeyong's eyes widened as soon as you walked inside and he scrambled to cover himself up quickly.

"want help with that?" you ask, making him stop his movements and stare at you.

"wh-what?" taeyong stammers out.

closing the door, you walk up to the bed, pulling the blanket off of taeyong and looking down at him. "i could help you out with that, if you want."

taeyong stares at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to do as his hard cock dripping with precum was now uncovered from the blanket. "please help me," he whispers.

a smile grows on your face at his words as you nod your head, stripping yourself of your boxers and climbing onto the bed. taeyong visibly gulps as soon as he sees how big you are, and he lets out a whimper watching you get on the bed. you sit on your knees in front of him and your hand wraps around his cock, giving a good pump as he lets out a whiny moan, his head leaning back.

"you've been waiting for me to do this, haven't you?" you say, starting to slowly jerk him off, looking straight at him.

"mhm," taeyong hums, nodding his head as he lets out another moan. "want you so bad."

you let out a chuckle and shake your head, pulling your hand away from his cock as he whines. "flip over," you tell him.

taeyong moves onto his knees facing away from you as soon as you tell him to, and he reaches for the pillow to grab ahold of. you situate yourself behind him and grab your cock, lining it up with his entrance as you slowly push yourself inside, letting out a low groan as your hands grab at his hips.

"oh my god," taeyong moans as you push your big length inside of him. "f-fuck, you're so big, oh my god," he whimpers, his head already resting on the pillow.

you stop for a moment once you're fully sheathed inside of him, letting him adjust to your size before you slowly pull halfway out and push it back in, building a slow pace.

taeyong moans into the pillow at the feeling of you pushing in and out of him, and he whines at how slow you're going. "fast-faster pl-please go faster, fuck," he says through whimpers.

"okay, but you asked for it," you say. you grab his hips tightly and pull out before slamming back into him, quickly thrusting into him faster.

he lets out a loud moan when you slam into him, the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly as you pound into him while he lets out strings of moans and whines into the pillow. "o-oh my god f-fuck you fuck me s-so good holy shit! don-don't stop o-oh my god!"

hearing his moans and whines only spurred you on more as your nails dug into the skin of his hips and you groan again at how tight he is, not slowing down your pace one bit. "shit, young, you're so tight. fuck, you feel so good around me. you've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?"

"mhm!" taeyong manages to get out through moans, nodding his head feverishly as he rests his head on the pillow.

"use your words," you tell him, angling a particular thrust.

"f-fuck! yes!" he moans out loudly, his whole body jerking when he felt the tip of your cock hit his g-spot. "s-so long i've w-wanted y-you oh my god! please please don't s-stop!"

"it feels good, yeah?" you taunt him, hitting the same spot over and over again.

"y-yes! s-so good oh fuck!" taeyong nods his head quickly again.

you move one of your hands to his hair and yank on it, pulling his head back to look up at you, and you let out a groan at the tears welling in his eyes and how his hole tightens around you when he peers up at you with those big doe eyes of his. "you gonna cry, baby? am i making you feel that good?"

taeyong continues nodding his head, whines spilling from his mouth freely as he tries to respond. "s-so good, y-you make me feel s-so fucking good- fuck!" the tears start falling from his eyes when you hit his spot again and his eyes roll back, his body shaking as he tried to hold himself up.

"fuck, you're so hot, yong," you whisper into his ear when the tears start falling, continuing your rampage fucking him so aggressively you were sure the bed was going to break in a moment. "so good for me, you're doing so good for me. you gonna cum, babe?"

"pl-please!" taeyong moans out. "please let me cum, pl-please!" the tears are pouring down his face as he whines.

"go ahead, cum for me," you whisper, feeling your own climax approaching as your thrusts become out of pace and you're just rutting into him at this point.

taeyong lets out a borderline pornographic moan at your final thrust, spurts of cum coming from his cock onto the bed and he moans again when he feels you fill him up. his body falls limp onto the bed below him as he pants heavily, attempting to catch his breath.

"fuck," you breathe out when you cum inside of him, giving your cock a few pumps before slowly pulling out of him, seeing your cum leak out of his whole that almost makes your cock hard again. "are you okay?" you ask him.

"mhm," taeyong hums, rolling over onto his back and looking up at you. "thank you," he says quietly.

"no need to thank me," you shake your head, a small smile on your face as you pull your boxers back on and get up off the bed. "just let me know next time you need my help."

"would you just shut the fuck up?"

an annoyed threat slipped from your gritted teeth as you shot your boyfriend a nearly deadly glare, but you didnt get the reaction you wanted as always. instead, the other man seemed to only eye you up and down with a teasing expression. you saw that expression quite often: it was one that you wished you could just slap right off him. however, the situation in which you were watching him was much different than the usual.

ah, right, he was under you, and—pardon the vulgar language—with your fingers knuckle deep in his ass nonetheless. yet he still had the nerve to act like this; a cocky smirk spread across his face and a sultry look within his half lidded gaze. for someone so confident and so sure of himself like this, he certainly looked like a total

"slut," you muttered to yourself, your gaze flickering to where two of your fingers disappeared into him to prep him. he raised his eyebrow at the insult.. but something about it caused his stomach to churn in a sweet way. "how romantic, calling your boyfriend a slut the first time you fuck him," he mocked you, a soft hiss escaping his lips being the thing that cut him off as you managed to add a third finger.

"its because youre looking and acting like one," you narrowed your eyes at him once again while trying to gauge his reactions; curling your fingers to hit one spongey spot and ultimately causing him to curse and arch his back off the bed. "haah— fuck—" he cursed, his nails digging into the nape of your neck to ground himself, "you cant say anything, youre the one fingering me right now," he was quick to shoot back.

"and youre the one taking it, so shut the fuck up," repeating your statement from earlier, you deemed him prepped enough to pull your fingers out. despite there not being much of a size or strength difference you still managed to pry his arm from your neck and manhandle him to lay on his stomach. you could hear him whine at the loss of something filling him: he really was a whore, wasnt he? well, a virgin whore, at least. it was pretty easy to clock that he hadnt done this before, judging by the way he would writhe and curse with just a single touch. not that you were complaining at all. in fact, the way that you were the one going to break him and his innocence down little by little seemed to subconsciously turn you on, but you werent focused on that at the moment.

you pulled him up by his hips, causing him to try to protest but his complaints fell onto deaf ears. for a moment you had to freeze, admiring this sight of your boyfriend face down and ass up for you. fuck, you thought as you reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone. you couldnt help but snap a picture from your point of view, watching how his ears turned red at the sound of the camera.

"what the fuck?"

"for later," you mumbled, tossing the phone to the side haphazardly. moving to lean forward and press your chest to his back, you nipped at his ear and perched your hands on his waist, "you look so fucking pretty like this, and like a total whore," you whispered. the way he flushed wouldve made people think you were telling him sweet nothings rather than degrading him, and that was adorable in itself.

despite the heated nature of the situation, you still knew you needed to ask for permission, "you ready? you know you can tap out at any time," it wad subtle reassurance but it was enough to cause sunghoon to relax, if you could judge by the way he untensed in your hold. "mhm.. im sure, and im ready— just fuck me already," he complained, digging his nails into the white sheets below him. his cheek was already pressed into it and his eyes were closed tightly: he seemed nervous.

and you knew the best way to keep those thoughts out of his head.

"as you wish."

yeonjun

he sees you performing just as good as always... being just as perfect as always. everytime he's standing next to you in a choreography, he can't help, but sneak a glance at you, from time to time smirking. it's not his fault that you look so good he can't take his eyes off you...

it really is a surprise for you when yeonjun whispers to you "you're gonna fuck me good after the concert, yeah?" right on the stage. you look at him with a shocked expression, but quickly try to get over it.

obviously, you fulfill his wish. he can't help the tears going down his face as you pound into him. "am i fucking you good? or should i try harder?" you tease and he's not even able to speak. he just mumbles little "fuck"'s and "love you"'s as he tries to not let fans, that still didn't left the stadium, know how much of a slut he is for your dick.

soobin

he stands right next to you, but for him it feels like you're on a different level. sweat dripping from your face, your hair wet and you're still doing your absolute best. you really are a professional.

he catches himself staring at you and immidiately realizes you're both on the stage, right in front of your fans. why are you so hot tho? there's no need to be so sexy, is it? he can't help, but want to take your dick right there in front of all your fans and other members...

so when the concert finishes and you're going backstage, soobin immidiately throws himself at you and drags you to a random room. the only important thing is for it to have a lock and no people inside, the rest doesn't matter.

you're not really surprised, you know how needy he is... also, it's not the first time.

"please, please, we have a lot of time before we leave... just- god, please..." he whines, pressing his hips to yours and trying to grind himself... he really is pathetic.

"god, soobin, you're seriously so needy for cock? what a shame your female fans can't hear how you beg for dick... my dick. they would be shocked, don't you think?"

"baby... please- i'll be good, you know it... just- just a goddamn tip, please?" you look at him, kinda surprised at how needy he is... but you already know he will get what he wants.

beomgyu

he's eye fucking you the whole concert, you just hope you're the only one who sees the way he looks at you...

but he definitely did too much when on a quick "break" to change your outfits, he sat on your lap and started grinding on you... how the fuck are you supposed to come back on stage with a goddamn boner? this stupid brat...

you make him regret his bratty behaviour when the concert ends. you immidiately take him to a random room, throw him on a sofa and start fucking him.

"are you fucking happy now? that's exactly what you wanted, isn't it? stupid, horny slut, just needing cock when we're supposed to go on stage."

"shit, i- i'm sorry- ah, fuck... i didn't mean to- god, s-slow down!" he whines, but both of you know damn well, that he wants nothing more than you to be rought with him...

taehyun

you're worried. he's not talking to you, not even looking at you. fans are confused why two of you suddenly didn't interacted at all for the whole concert.

everything's clear when you're backstage. he looks at you with his boba eyes in a specific way and you immidiately know what's going on.

"we're gonna be back in... some time. we need to talk something out, so don't worry and don't interrupt us, please." you say and drag him into a different room, quickly kissing him.

you both aren't even sure when kissing became you fucking him against the wall. suddenly you stopped, making him whine. "i want you to finally look at me." you say as you pull out of him, making him whine once more. soon you're sitting with him on your lap, on a chair.

"now keep your eyes on me... don't close your pretty eyes if you want me inside again."

hyuka

he's not even trying to be unsuspicious, he just straight up says "guys, yn looks really handsome today, doesn't he?" to the fans. like four times. you just chuckle and try to ignore it.

you have seriously enough of it when hyuka calls you sexy. you know he didn't meant anything wrong, he just wanted to compliment you... he shouldn't do all that on the stage tho.

you just glare at him, as if you want to tell him to shut up already, but he just smiles cutely in response... he's too adorable for his own good.

he's also as adorable as before when he gets on his knees. "please... can i at least suck you off? we- we don't need to do anything else, alright? i just- please, i want you so bad..."

; CHOI YEONJUN 🦊

yeonjun looks just delectable. the venue’s lighting is poor meaning it's hard to see, and even harder to be seen. all intentional of course. as a result, it’s easy for the both of you to slip away from the after party unnoticed (which is unsurprisingly difficult to do in a room filled with people who could know who you are based off of outfit or scent alone).

oh well. you didn’t need to disappear for too long. just long enough to have the stunning man beneath you turned to putty. and you were not far off. it’s dangerous, incredibly dangerous, and you have to be careful, yeonjun has warned you of that. he’s an idol from south korea where even the slightest step out of line could land a scandal that sends his career up in flames. but maybe that’s what made it feel so fucking good.

yeonjun is loud moaning your name and begging you to move faster, to fuck him deeper, and it makes you think this is the first time he’s been touched by anyone else. but the lithe movement of his hips, how his back arches to get you to rub against that special spongey spot inside of him, they assure you this isn’t his first rodeo. yeonjun just thinks you’re the best ride he’s been on.

you make sure he keeps his eyes open, a loose hand on his blemish-free throat holding his head to your shoulder, forcing him to watch as you pick him apart with each snap of your hips. it’s a shame you hadn’t met under different circumstances. the desire to kiss him stupid, to swallow up his slutty moans and leave your teeth marks in his skin is almost too much to bare.

perhaps if you had drank a little more you’d allow your hunger get the better of you and risk the consequences later. fortunately you didn’t, and so you settle with a firm grip on his tiny waist under the fabric of his tailored dior piece to tug him harder onto your dick. soon enough, yeonjun is clenching around you with everything he has and spilling his load into the marble sink with a sinful whimper.

the pair of you are a little dishevelled as you leave the bathroom you’d hidden in, a satisfying ache leaving yeonjun’s legs just a little weak. thankfully, it was just a little too dark to notice.

“so sexy yeonjun, mmh, wanna break you so bad, make you cum all over my cock,”

“oh god, yes, yes! can feel you so deep in my stomach! hhngh fuck baby, fuck me harder, i can take it!”

; CHOI SOOBIN 🐰

you wake up to soobin’s hushed whispers of your name and soft prompts to wake up, comforted by the familiar weight of his long limbs draped over your body. it’s the middle of the night when you’re pulled from a blissful sleep, so you can’t see much but you can certainly feel how there’s a hard object rubbing at the side of your thigh.

the feeling is uncomfortable and your body tells you to move away from it but something doesn’t feel quite right. . . oh. a moan falls from your sleep-swollen lips and it’s only then that you become aware of the warm hand moving languidly around your length.

as soon as soobin knows you’re awake, thanks to your pleasure-driven curses, he slides on top of you, slipping his hand out of your shorts. he’s apologising before you can question anything, but you know he’s not that sorry by the way he tugs your hands up to hold his small waist. not that you minded waking up to a handjob that much.

considerably endowed, soobin’s dick is hot and heavy through his boxers as he ruts his hips against yours, chasing an orgasm that clearly couldn’t wait until the morning. your boyfriend pants into your neck, kissing and biting sloppily at your sensitive spots with precision, yet a desperation you’d never get tired of seeing. fuck, he must've been at it for a while with how taut your balls feels.

your voice is raspy and sends a shiver down his spine when you chide him lightly for such perverse behaviour, and he apologises some more, telling you how he couldn’t stop thinking about you and how pretty you looked. he's lucky he's cute. soobin trembles above you with all of the exertion in his sleepy state so you help him out and finally grind up into him, struggling to keep your moans to yourself when he cries out by your ear.

with your hands on his ass to control his messy thrusts, soobin lets himself collapse fully on your chest, confessing his love to you in the throes of pleasure. when he feels your fingers rub at the rim of his asshole through his boxers, it’s all he needs to push him over the edge.

“‘m sorry, i’ll be quick i promise— oh fuck, fuuuck, i’m so close, please, don’t stop,”

“you really couldn’t wait? i shouldn’t be surprised to be honest, you’re insatiable bunny. go on, cum for me.”

; CHOI BEOMGYU 🧸

taking him by the hand, you tug beomgyu further into your home until you reach the bedroom. he’s pushed onto your sheets roughly, suit pants and briefs tugged off all the same to leave him in his wrinkled shirt and loose tie.

without a word from you, beomgyu is already spreading his long legs with a single goal in mind. unfortunately for him, you weren’t planning on giving in so quickly. certainly not when he’d behaved so badly. when you trail a light hand over his inner thigh, he keens into your palm, arching his back in hopes of enticing you to explore a little further. a skip over his leaking hard-on and a soft squeeze at the small fat on his stomach already has him panting and begging for something more. he's just so fun to tease.

the clink of your belt loosening causes him to brighten up; finally! you can’t help but laugh at that and make a sly comment to remind him of how much you loved his thighs. you do so as you drizzle copious amounts of lube over the pale skin and your cock, moving in closer between his legs. the wicked smile on your face seems to make it click for him.

you don’t take your time in propping beomgyu’s legs over your shoulder and pressing them closed around your length. you take even less time to start fucking them at a relentless pace, an obscene squelching filling the room that makes the tips of his ears burn. each peek of your swollen head through his thighs, each thrust across his balls pulls a deep moan from his lips, tears welling in his bambi eyes.

he can cum from this, you’re certain of it with the way his chest blooms with colour. sensitive thighs and just enough stimulation to his pretty dick with some well-angled thrusts is a combination you’re sure to remember, drinking up his babbling and tears of embarrassment with blown eyes. beomgyu won’t forget either.

“puh-please! ’m sorry baby, i won’t do it again! just fuck me— ah ah ah! f-fuck me properly please,”

“shh shh. i don’t think you’re sorry, puppy. but that’s f-fine, shit. your thighs are so soft and plush — feels s’nice around me. be good and make me cum, mh?”

; KANG TAEHYUN 🐿️

taehyun is a smart man, which means it doesn’t take him to recognise your sour mood when he arrives at your place. you’re upset that much is obvious, but what about escapes his grasp. he follows you around with a pout and wide eyes, waiting for you to talk about what it was that left you with a permanent frown but it didn’t seem like you were in a sharing mood.

it’s only when he exits the shower with only a pair of grey joggers around his waist, and a towel over broad shoulders to catch whatever falls from his damp hair, that you eventually speak up.

speak up? more like take action. taehyun’s taken by surprise when you stride to his side and pull him into a rough kiss. he doesn’t shy away from you, not one to back down, but the dresser pokes uncomfortably into his back and he breaks the kiss.

all you do is move to his neck, a stray hand trailing south to cup at his bulge with a rough squeeze. taehyun is confused — turned on but confused nonetheless — as he catches his breath, pressing you for an answer to your strange behaviour. when you eventually reveal that he’s been showing a bit too much skin for your liking, his immediate reaction is to tease you; looks like the green-eye monster came to visit.

not the best idea he's had. your tongue is down his throat once more, and taehyun loops a leg around your waist as he offers himself up to you, moans high-pitched and airy. he plays into it, letting you grope at his firm body with a hum of appreciation that makes his head swell lightly.

next, you’re unwrapping his leg and pulling him to the floor-ceiling windows that spanned one wall of your bedroom. the blackout curtains have yet to be drawn, meaning you can see the bustle of the city’s nightlife, spheres of light like artificial stars far below. your hand dips below taehyun's waistband as you hold him close to your front, goosebumps breaking out across his skin when the cold glass meets his bare chest.

writhing in your grasp, taehyun protests weakly when your hand wraps around his length and starts pumping slowly. oh he’ll complain and whine all right, begging you to stop but the way he fucks into your fist tells you he wants otherwise. you twist your wrist when your fingers snag the sweet spot below his cock head and taehyun clutches at your arm, throbbing and leaking in your palm.

“w-wait, my love what if someone sees? i c-can’t be seen like this. . . fuck,”

“what, you didn’t have any trouble showing yourself off for your fans, did you? i think they’d like the view.”

; HUENING KAI 🐧

he wasn’t expecting you to get to his place so early, traffic assured him you’d be at least another hour. just to take the edge off, kai told himself. the penguin plushie is a favourite of his in more ways than one, so your angel has always tried his best to keep it in good shape. it was a gift from you after all!

yet maybe that’s why kai found himself rutting into the soft fabric, leaking string after string of precum into his shorts. after you told him you’d be over, a wildfire erupted in his stomach and he couldn’t ask you to deal with that when you had come to relax. no, he’d deal with it himself, and a little help.

it hasn’t been long since he pulled on one of your hoodies and set himself loose, but his words already come out in a slur. he pleads for you to let him cum as he imagines your body encasing his, rutting into him gently. a soft touch reaches his back and he freezes, only to relax when he hears your calming voice telling him not to stop.

you press a little firmer when he doesn’t move, and kai buries his face in his arms, muffled whines of your name barely reaching your ears. could this get any more humiliating? despite that, he does as you say, forever your good boy. you coo in approval when he starts up his pace again, telling him to move a little slower, to take his time because you’re not going anywhere.

with your comforting touch on his lower back guiding his thrusts, his moans are quiet and shy, barely able to get through one before another is fighting to leave his pink lips. when you ask if it feels good, kai is quick to nod, reassuring you that he was okay with your presence.

you can't tear your eyes away from the sight of your cute boyfriend taking to the comfort of his plushie to perform such sinful activities with, although you're certain he'll ask you to never mention it again once the sex fog has worn off. you'll just enjoy it while you can.

eventually, kai turns his head to look at you for the first time since you entered the room. he scans your face and tries not to think about how his thrusts lose their rhythm in growing urgency, instead focusing on your sweet words of encouragement.

you know exactly what is it that he needs and take his hand in yours to link your fingers (kai has a habit of holding your hands when he cums) and his body burns as if you haven't engaged in filthier activities. this might take the spot for the most mortifying, however.

"you scared me~ ugh, this is so e-embarrassing,"

"it feels good, doesn't it? just let go, baby; i've got you."

“baby i don’t care if you’re sma-“ his eyes drop when he sees your tent. just the size of it was enough for him to drool. he definitely made sure you got rid of that shyness.

ᡴꪫ SEONGHWA…. is also shy. he found it cute that the two of you were in the same situation- trying to hide from each other and stick to kisses and wandering hands. but let’s be honest, he was aching for more.

so hearing you offer something outside of his plans upset him. he stared at you with his pretty eyes until you swallows and gave in. his eyes almost come out of their sockets when he sees how big you are. definitely shuts you up with kisses and a helpful mouth.

ᡴꪫ YUNHO….’s large hands were antsy. he needed to feel more and see more. you kept focusing more on his hands than on his kisses. you do anything to keep him away from below your shorts but…

yunho lets out a breathless moan when you spring free. he takes no time in working on you, praising you through and through.

ᡴꪫ YEOSANG…. was already on top of your lap. you were mentally begging he didn’t feel you because that was enough to give away how big you were. yet he kept moving his hips and when he pushes you down to lay on the pillows, just as he moves to crawl into a better position- he sees your tent.

you swallow at the immediate gaze he gives you. he’s surprised but so exited. he definitely shows you how much and his lovely voice coaxes you more than you coax him when he sinks down on it.

ᡴꪫ SAN…. wasted no time in demanding to see you. he was on a mission and he needed to fulfill it pronto. so when he sees how quiet you become when he pulls your out of your boxers, he smiles.

“i can take you baby,” he says eagerly, “imma prove it.” and he makes sure you don’t forget how much he’s in love with every single part of you.

ᡴꪫ MINGI…. was putting little to no work. our pillow princess was enjoying your attention in the form of kisses and gropes but he desperately needed more. he was so confused at how you tried to shy away from the deed.

actually, you weren’t, you were just trying to make him understand your size isn’t all that. i promise you, the second he sees it and the second he FEELS it, he’s letting you know it’s all that.

ᡴꪫ WOOYOUNG…. has a big mouth. you have a big dick. he has a big mouth. he has the AUDACITY to bully you over your shyness. your shyness goes out the window immediately.

he had it planned all along apparently. making sure you know he’s uncaring of your size. it turns into a rile competition and you end up showing him he should be nicer.

ᡴꪫ JONGHO…. tried not to panic. not over the fact that you were big. but at the fact he was just as shy as you were. the two of you sat in a dry silence until he makes eye contact with your flushes face.

yet you figured the best way to satisfy him is to be balls deep inside him while he naps

goodness, he loves that more than the tender, warm kisses you leave on his flushed skin

fight me, but he’s definitely a pillow princess during his heat

he only has you, you, you and your knot in his mind

you always praise him and it just makes him go slack, head empty aside from your words bouncing around his brain

“baby,” you grunt softly against his neck, “you like that? feel full?”

he whimpers softly, half his face flush against the pillow.

“what a good omega, such a beautiful obedient baby.”

he’ll orgasm just from that.

since his heats are irregular, his body is pent up by the time it comes, hence as much as he just wants to stay huddled up to you and float on your scent, he knows he has to have you deep inside him

you always move him around, mark him up and overstimulate him so good he still feels sensitive after his heat

he’s so thirsty during heat, and i don’t mean for water

during regular sex, he’s shy and mostly lets you do what you want but during heat? oh baby, you need to just sit there and give him your knot

he’s a pretty vicious omega during heat, you can’t go out for no reason. he will growl if you try to leave the room and/or if anyone is at the door

normaly it’s the alpha that has hella stamina, but in jisung’s case, it’s always him that overstimulates you

his heats are consistent, every month for four days, while it’s normal for it to be every 3 months. because his heats are so consistent, his body craves more than normal. you could’ve popped four knots already and he’ll still ride you without a complaint from him.

“j-jisung-“

“alpha,” he pants, smiling feverishly at you. he’s damp in sweat, bangs dripping with it. his eyes are lidded when so alive, so hungry. “again, alpha, knot me.”

it’s not a request it’s a demand. your eyes rolls back and your hips spasm.

as much as he likes being marked up by you, he does it to you too

he’ll bite, suck along your collarbone. he’s purr when you hiss or complain.

as high as his drive is, he still has a few tender moments, when he’s sitting on top of you, with your knot deep inside, kissing your wetly and with his arms around you

as long as you’re inside him, he’s more than satisfied

sometimes you have to walk with him still attached to you, his clinginess goes beyond you. he literally wants you on him and in him at all times, but obviously if it comes to restroom usage he’ll make an exception, as long as he’s in the same spot as you he’s more than satisfied

stop, he’s always overwhelmed

meaning, show him love and he’ll cry because he feels like he doesn’t seserve an alpha like you

his scent gland is oversensitive, so you kissing it gets the cutest noises out of him

he likes it when he’s on his back and you raise his hips to rut into him, he loves seeing you lose yourself in him

he loves to talk you through it, it makes him feel so useful for you

“y/n… you like using me? you like it when i clench around you as you cum? you like it when i milk you?”

you’d shiver and grunt in agreement.

“does alpha love filling his omega with his cum?”

“y-yes.”

“is felix the only one you can get fuck like this?”

“fuck,” you’d pop another knot. “yes baby, just you.”

he’ll pepper kisses all over you and cuddle you to sleep

he’ll pump pheromones so you can get scent high and go crazy over him

he’ll want you to coat his stomach with your cum, fuck his thighs, his mouth, he’s all in it to please you even when he’s in heat

he loves it when you fuck him from behind and yank his hair, mark his nape with bites and grip his hips

he likes being shoved into the sheets and treated like a rag doll

he thrives on you using him just as much as he melts when you coddle him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear

his head is thrown back, eyes blank from bliss. his skin is flushed with a red hue, skin slick from sweat and other fluids. his back is arched and his thighs twitch around your hips.

“so pretty,” you say with a raspy voice, “my omega looks so pretty. don’t you baby?” you take a hand and press it on the buldge in his stomach. he lets out a choked noise, “so pretty all stuffed with alpha’s seed. you can take more, right baby?”

“yes, yes,” he sighs out as you pop your knot.

he smiles lazily as you pepper kisses along his scent gland.

he also coax you into popping a knot

you two have mutual dominance shared, but absolutely you are the one that is in control 99% of the time

also— he loves it more when you bathe him between the heat rounds. and if you pop a knot in him and scent him back up after it he’ll fall in love all over again

overwhelm him. don’t show him any mercy. make his omega feel more than wanted.

mark him up, shove him into the sheets.

he’s your cum dump. breed him.

“you want my pups?” you grunt as you slam your hips into the flush of his ass, your hand is gripping his head and shoving it into the sheets. “wanna be round and full? hm?”

“alpha-“ he moans, “m’good, good to mother your pups. please, please-“

cum and slick would drip down his thighs, pooling at his knees. he likes it from the back, so this position is one he could be in for hours as long as your knot him over and over. fill him up but he’ll never be satisfied.

you find yourself getting lost in your own alpha desires when he’s in heat

his omega is very convincing, even when you two have spoken about not having pups (yet)

still, you mount him on the bed, on the floor, in the sink. he loves that.

make his bones ache and his limbs feel numb. make him feel is for weeks after his heat is over.

he wants more action than talk during his heat.

still, he makes sure to take care of you too. his omega is extremely nurturing.

a silent but heated cycle, mhm.

not all omegas need to be fucked through their heat. jake isn’t exactly one of those, but he does prefer less fucking.

he needs a knot occasionally

but those occasional moments are where he needs you balls deep and have his hole overflowing with your cum

he’s whiney. even when you’re just running your hand through his hair he’s sensitive

he likes being scented, wants your scent all over him.

“smell so good,” you’d grumble into his neck, “but you smell better with me all over you.”

“mmn,” he hums.

your hand roams down, finger prodding at his entrance. his breath hitches, eyes closed in bliss. you always manage to know when to excite him, when his body needs a knot for certain.

“mnnn,” he shakes his head when you shove a third finger. “no hands alpha,” he has an arm around your neck as the other tries to push your hand out.

“want my dick instead?” you grin.

he nods, eyeing you like an innocent pup. you grin wickedly.

literally destroy him before popping a knot. make him beg for it. he loves knowing his alpha wants him.

he’s a really whiney person during his heat

he honestly has a lot of cramps, can barely move throughout them

he LOVES it when your hands rub his stomach while cuddling

he needs a knot occasionally

he DOES NOT like it when you’re brute with him, he needs tender love

loves having you inside while cuddling, knot or not, he needs you balls deep, it helps with the cramps

“y/n…” he mumbles, moving around in your arms. “alpha…”

“yes baby?” you look at him.

“want a knot…” he’d mumble into your neck, shy but desperate.

you’d smile tenderly at him, moving your hips. you sometimes do get too ahead of yourself and overwhelm him with your desire to ruin him. it’s very rare he’d want that.

“alpha, no,” he’d whine when you grip his hips too hard. he’d fidget and move.

“sorry baby, my omega just feels so good.”