sector ⑰

true beauty

seojun —

carnation (12.2k)

svt

joshua —

10:07

18:32

wonwoo —

19:29

11:12

jihoon —

20:29

mingyu —

7:00

minghao —

petals

19:03

seungkwan —

21:52

nct

ten —

Not Worth it

dejun —

22:00

sion —

friends w benefits 1. 2. (coming soon)

bf!sion (ft. yushi)

riku —

22:37

yushi —

roomie 1. 2.

wish texts —

tinder prank on ur bf

accidentally sending a nude

ex texts you gn

texting ur ex goodnight

shade matching

kisses w wishies

p1h

hyung line —

kisses w piwon

ex!kyo (coming soon)

archive

dean winchester

7:20

peter parker

callback

barry allen

complicated (15.6k)

⋆˚✮ ｡ “Wait–you’ve never eaten anyone out before?” 

Yushi is blushing before you can even finish asking the question. You can tell he’s trying to be nonchalant, but even just the shake of his head is shrouded in polite shyness. 

“I’ve just never gotten a chance,” His quiet voice becomes impossibly soft. 

You nod, understandably. It makes sense that the sweet boy has never had a chance to get so intimate with anyone, considering his lack of experience. To his credit, he manages to hold eye contact with you.

“Before I started dating Sion, I hadn’t really been eaten out before,” you scrunch up your nose thinking about all the people you wasted your time with, “Men are dogs, ushi. They only want one thing.”

“Hey!” Your boyfriend shouts in retaliation. 

It’s hard to take Sion seriously because his head is halfway buried in one of the cheap cabinets you both found at a yard sale. It’s a dark brown color that makes Sion’s blonde hair contrast wildly, even though you can only see the ends of it. Sion is cleaning up the board game you were all playing just 20 minutes ago. It had started intensely with Sion getting competitive and spewing nonsense about winning in his home territory. Yet, by the last round, Yushi was so ahead in points that Sion practically begged you to take over his character. You ended up playing for both of you while Sion talked Yushi’s ear off about nothing and everything all at once, hence how you ended up on the topic of sexual experiences.

“Not you, baby,” You yell back at Sion from the couch, but wink at Yush, who sits on the other end. Yushi fails to bite back a small smirk.

“Are you guys talking shit about me?” Sion finally comes over and squishes himself between you and the couch arm. He envelops himself around you, his fingers closing around your waist tightly.

“A little,” Yushi swiftly responds.

“No,” You answer at the same time. 

The three of you fall into a fit of giggles. Sion, being the ever-giddy man he is, somehow manages to fall onto you with laughter. The action makes you nearly bump your forehead into Yushi’s shoulder, given how tightly you’re packed onto the small couch—another yard sale find. Yushi’s smile reveals his teeth as he lends a hand to help you sit up straight.

“I’m sorry, Sion, but it’s true! There’s a lot of guys who don’t care for giving oral and just want to get their dick wet.”

“It just feels kinda intimate…” Yushi adds on quietly, “Compared to fingering, I guess.”

“The intimacy of oral is the best part!” Sion exclaims, and you think about how true it is. 

Your mind betrays you by flashing the image of Sion on his knees two nights ago. You can still feel his plump lips kiss the inside of your thighs. You blink it away with a deep breath. Yushi tilts his head at Sion. He hums before speaking.

“Then, if I get the chance soon, I might give it a try.”

“Do you want to?” Sion, who lets you press your back against his chest, asks deceitfully innocently. 

You know where this is going. That same two nights ago, you confessed to Sion how attractive you thought Yushi was. Sion had expressed his interest in getting to know each other more intimately. Then, he was swiftly between your legs, teasing you about how much you wanted the younger man.

Yushi has gone quiet again, though. It must be strange to talk about these sorts of things with his hyung while you’re here. He nods his head once with a firm hai.

“Sion is really good at it,” you cup one hand on his cheek and shake his head playfully, “He could teach you!”

Sion returns the affection by placing a loud, wet kiss behind your ear. It makes you giggle because of how much it tickles. Sion’s grin is so wide you know his cheeks must hurt. Yushi, on the other hand, looks half mortified. 

“I don’t know…” his smile looks more like a grimace than anything. 

“It can be nice for you, too,” Sion insists, “The sounds this cutey makes always get me so hard, and then the way they squeeze–”

“Sion! Babe, you’ll scare off the poor man!” 

Dial it down, you tell him with a squeeze of your hands on his.

Yushi’s blush is back. It coats his cheeks and the tips of his ears sweetly. His eyes betray him, though. You can see the way they shine with curiosity, the way he’s eager to hear more. The subtle biting of his bottom lip tells you all you need to know. 

“It’s true,” Sion only shrugs at you before addressing Yushi again, “I wouldn’t mind teaching you sometime, you know?”

“I do want to learn.” 

Yushi doesn’t look at Sion when he says it, he looks directly at you. Sure, he’s still blushing, but his gaze has gotten more intense now. Your pulse pounds with it. Something about it tells you he wants you just as badly as you want him. You then feel Sion’s hand come down on your thigh. He swiftly kneads the flesh, taking your attention from Yushi. It’s possessive, but not jealous. When you look over at Sion, he’s got a knowing smirk on his lips. 

“What do you think, baby? You wanna let him practice on you?”

Sion refuses to tear his eyes from you. His thumb rubs your thigh with a steady squeeze. He wants you to know it’s completely up to you. You’ve got total control. The very fact makes something light itself alive in your stomach. 

“Yeah,” you mutter, “I want it.”

Sion’s lips quirk. 

“Tell him, not me.”

God, you simultaneously hate the smug look on his face. But the confidence radiating off him makes you fearless, too. In a second you’re turning to Yushi, who is completely captivated by you two. You watch as his tongue drags over his bottom lip. 

“I want you to eat me out, ushi.”

Yushi immediately answers in Japanese you don’t quite understand. Luckily, Sion is quick to explain with a giggle. 

“He just asked if he’s dreaming.” 

A grin breaks out on your face without your permission. Cute.

“Not a dream,” You hum, “A fantasy of mine, is all.”

“Baby, now you’re scaring him.” Sion, whose hand has crept further up your thigh now, warns into your ear. 

“You’re . . . sure?” Yushi’s eyes flicker between the two of you. He’s seeking Sion’s opinion, you realize. 

Sion responds by pressing soft kisses up against your ear. It makes your skin prickle with nerves.

“It’s not up to me,” He trails his lips down your neck as he talks, “but if it was, I would’ve had you on your knees between my baby’s thighs ten minutes ago.”

A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips as you feel Sion bite hard on the spot he knows you’re most sensitive. You whine his name, half annoyed, half aroused. You can feel Sion smile against your skin, satisfied.

“I’m attracted to you both, what can I say?” He says it like he’s reciting the weather. It’s straightforward—fact. It doesn’t make you doubt his love for you. It only flames the growing fire in your stomach. 

Your stomach, currently hiding under the hem of your shirt, now ticklish as Sion’s fingers creep up your body. You can’t help but melt into his touch. His hands squeeze and his lips barely brush your skin. The juxtaposition makes your mind spin. The fluttering of your eyelids make it hard to focus, but you can see how attentive Yushi is to it all. 

“Can—“ you cut off an embarrassing whine before it fully forms, “Can you two kiss?”

Sion only seems slightly reluctant to remove his touch on you. Yushi, on the other hand, immediately stutters with embarrassment.

“Me and Sion?”

“You don’t want to?” Sion practically jumps onto Yushi, laughing as he embraces him tightly. He’s halfway off the couch, halfway on both you and Yushi. 

Watching as Yushi pushes his hyung away, you can tell he’s trying to bury endearment as Sion puckers his lips dramatically. He’s being standoffish on purpose. The throw blanket once draped on Yushi’s side of the couch is halfway on the floor with how much they’re struggling. 

“Please, ushi?” You let one hand wander to Yushi’s arm, batting your lashes.

“Sion will be good. Right, baby?” You tug at Sion’s hair for good measure.

“The best,” Sion’s grin splits his face wide open. 

“Alright, you don’t have to pout,” Yushi mutters at you, but his ears are still flaming.

Sion eventually settles in between the two of you, giggling as he makes himself comfortable. It’s your turn to lay a possessive hand on his thigh. Yushi’s eyes flicker to you and he catches you staring at his pink lips. 

“Go ahead, ushi,”

The moment Yushi meets Sion’s eyes, you can tell he’s done for. His gaze is so clouded, so focused on the older man. You watch as Sion brings one hand up to Yushi’s jaw, pulling him in close. As soon as their lips touch, all giddiness evaporates from the air. Something electric settles into the room. They kiss softly at first. Small smacks fill the room as Sion begins to explore Yushi. It’s addicting. Sion slowly becomes more dominant. His fingers trailing into Yushi’s hair, mouth absolutely ravaging the other. And Yushi is so pliant, taking it so obediently and opening his mouth to let Sion in. Yushi’s breath literally stutters when Sion’s hand comes down to squeez around his throat. 

That makes Sion giggle again. 

“He’s so cute,” Sion turns his face to you, completely ignoring Yushi, but keeping his hand on his throat, “Can we keep him?”

The skin on your lips is thoroughly chewed on. Everything feels so hot. Even through Sion’s jeans, you can feel a warmth radiating. The small couch feels more cramped than usual.

“C’mere, ushi,” you need to feel it for yourself.

Yushi doesn't keep up the pretense this time. He escapes from where Sion’s got him by the throat, and leans his body over so he can press his lips to yours. 

The kiss starts desperate this time. His mouth is warm and wet from kissing Sion. There’s no pecks, no soft presses. Yushi bites and sucks your lips into his. You let him because you like seeing him riled up. 

“He’s needy,” Sion mumbles.

You kiss Yushi just as eager and it absolutely destroys him. He starts panting into your mouth, groaning as he lets you take control. You go to thread your fingers through his hair only to find Sion’s hand is already there. You open your eyes to find your boyfriend and Sion’s eyes have become so dark.

“Bedroom?”

*******

“Slow down,” Sion coaxes Yushi with a tug of the younger’s hair. 

You immediately feel a difference in the way Yushi’s tongue circles your folds. It makes your breath shudder, your mouth falling with it. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either man.

“There you go,” Sion drags out the vowels, “Good boy,”

Lord.

Yushi lets out a whimper at that, and the flip of your stomach is addicting. There’s no doubt your lips are swollen with how hard you’re biting down on them. Yushi’s a fucking dream and Sion agrees. A quick scoff of a laugh falls from the older’s mouth. 

“You like that, hmm?” 

Sion guided Yushi through it all. The initial taste: how fucking helpless Yushi sounded when his tongue licked into you. The pace: reigning Yushi back when he got too excited, shoving him deeper when you needed more. The method: suctioning in all the right places, licking right where you needed, and kissing where it was considered too raunchy. Sion tells Yushi to pay attention to your breaths, to lock his eyes onto yours. He tells him how wet you get when his fingers dig into your thighs. 

And—lord—now he’s got Yushi teasing you the exact way Sion does when he wants to prolong your pleasure. An act you simultaneously hate and adore Sion for every time he pulls it on you. Depending on the day, naturally.

You force your eyes open to appreciate the way Sion grips Yushi’s dark hair. Another whimper echoes through the room as Yushi’s tongue dips into your needy hole. Sion mutters something about how Yushi’s tongue will be sore tomorrow, but it completely flies over your head. 

“Oh my god,” You squeak out, “Good—feels so good, ushi.”

Your words only encourage him to prod deeper into you. The way the muscle reveres you is sinful. Pure lust and sex fill the bedroom. The smell makes you dizzy with desire. The speed of your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

“You okay, baby?” Sion’s hand takes yours. 

You realize with a start how hard you’d been gripping the sheets. Yushi pulls his mouth from you so you can focus on replying but all you can do is whine in his absence. A large hand cradles your jaw. Sion turns you to him, and he kisses the spot between your eyebrows. 

“Jesus, fuck,” You pout, “—ushi, you’re so good at that.”

“Woah, he’s taking all my credit—” Sion teases, “I taught him after all!”

Yushi somehow manages the softest giggle at that. In that moment, you thank whatever higher being brought these men before you. When you finally manage to meet Yushi’s eyes again, you find him in a trance. His chin is wet, and the tips of his hair are damp with sweat. His gaze, though still shy, holds an underlying hunger.

“Use your fingers, ushi” Sion cuts through the tension, mouth nipping at your neck.

Yushi somehow goes speechless. This isn’t about teaching him anymore. Sion is quick to add on, never one to deny you.

“Tease with just one.”

You watch as a tentative hand trails up your thigh. You steady your breath the best you can as it finally comes in contact with your wetness. Yushi does as Sion orders, running just one finger up and down your folds. He occasionally dips just the tip in you and it drives you insane.

“Go ahead,” Sion instructs.

There’s no resistance as Yushi slides a finger in. He curls it inward and you can tell he’s got more experience with this. Yushi starts massaging that finger into you, making you curse at how good it feels. Sion lets Yushi explore you like that. With a tug of your hand, you catch his attention. 

“Kiss, please.”

Sion doesn’t bother denying you. He gets right to it, all tongue and teeth clashing. It makes your heart skip a beat. When his bite down on your bottom lip is timed perfectly with Yushi’s slender finger hitting your gummy spot, you gasp loudly. 

“Pretty baby takes it so well,” Sion mutters right up against your lips, “but you need more, don’t you?”

You nod eagerly, anxious to see what he’ll give you. You hone in on the hand he trails down your stomach. His fingers quickly pinch your bundle of nerves and you nearly scream.

“Suck here,” He commands Yushi. 

Not a second later, Yushi’s lips wrap around your clit and suck hard. The sounds that leave you are so foreign to yourself. Sion’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. You’d retaliate with something—anything—but you can hardly focus with the way Yushi is practically making out with your clit. 

“Want you, too, baby,” You barely manage. Sion cooes at you. You’d shove him if he didn’t feel so good pressed against you. 

“Can you say please?” His stupid teasing is back and you’re just coherent enough to bite back at him. 

“Fuck off,” It’s something more of a whine—not nearly as mean as you want it to be. 

“So bossy,” Sion’s smile never leaves. Especially not as he maneuvers down to kneel next to Yushi. 

“Move this,” he positions your leg so you can rest it over his shoulder. He doesn’t waste any more time as his tongue glides around your clit alongside Yushi’s.

“Oh, fuck,” 

Sion hums into your bundle of nerves. You feel Yushi add another finger and it’s all so much. Their spit mixes together, tongues brushing alongside each other. One sucks and the other swirls. At one point, they just kiss each other right up against your wetness. Yushi’s fingers are relentless, never stuttering or faltering in pace. All it takes is Sion flicking his tongue back and forth at just the right angle, just the right pressure for you to come undone. 

You cum loud and unapologetic. The two men relish in it, slowly guiding you through it. You can feel eyes on you as you arch your back and your hands squeeze the covers once more. Yeah, you definitely just ruined these sheets. Practically soaked through the mattress, surely. You gargle out what sounds like a groan. Sion peppers kisses along your thigh. Yushi starts to suck harshly on the opposite thigh and you jerk your leg away. 

Sion tuts, “Say thank you, baby,”

You whine, ignoring him. “Not so hard, ushi," 

There’s a sudden slap on your clit.

“Thank you, sionie,” you squeak.

“Ehh?” Yushi sounds so offended.

“Thank you, ushi,” you murmur soon after. Sion fully laughs at that.

“You did so well pretty,” your boyfriend pecks your thigh, then pecks Yushi’s cheek, “both of you,”

“I’ll get a washcloth,” Yushi suddenly stands, pink spreading across his broad chest as he does so. You watch him nearly lose his footing when his feet catch on someone’s discarded jeans.

You meet Sion’s eyes and there’s a little twinkle in them that tells you he’s not finished. With you or with Yushi.

“Baby, I’m really hard,” Sion juts out his bottom lip. You scoff. You’re tired and you know how hard he goes after eating you out like that. It probably gets him more worked up than it does you. Yushi walks back in with a dark cloth.

“Fuck ushi, then. I’m out of commission for the next ten minutes,” 

Both of the men perk up at this. They exchange looks then shyly peer at you. They don’t move from their positions. Sion kneels before you. Yushi stands just a couple feet from the bed. Before they can ask, you tell them.

“I’m sure, but can ushi be on all fours so I can kiss him? I want to watch his brain turn to mush,”

“You’re evil,” Yushi lets out, quiet as ever. 

“There’s lube in the top drawer, don’t be shy,” Sion practically shoots to his feet at your insistence.

“I bet if you jerk him off while I open him up we can make him cry,” there’s a crazy glint in Sion’s eyes as he rips open a condom.

“And I’m the evil one,” you mutter to no one in particular as Yushi slowly situates himself on top of you. The washcloth is long forgotten. Your clit tingles in anticipation.

“You have condoms, right?” Yushi grumbles, putting up his act once more.

“Of course. You cleaned up before coming, right?” Sion is as smug as ever.

You giggle at the way Yushi flushes pink.

“You’re staying the night,” you kiss him.

S I O N. 시온

ORAL FIXATION! A fucking freak who never leaves u alone!!! Alwaysss leaves marks cause he likes to watch how they fade nd bloom against ur skin tone. And he will never let a mark fully heal. He layers them over each other and traces his favorite patterns with his tongue. Btw his faves are on your chest.

He NEEDS to feel you at all times. Your hands tugging his hair, his hands squeezing your hips, his tongue tracing your own, his face tilting for a deeper angle. Sion will kiss you until it makes him dizzy w need and completely void of all thoughts but you. Loves loves loves being on top of u. It’s actually on his hierarchy of needs. Right up there w self actualization. Things that fulfill Sion’s life: creativity, pursuit of meaning, pinning your body under his, personal growth. 

Sion rlly likes dynamic kisses where you go from fast nd needy to slow nd deep (and vice versa). You always follow so well, such a pretty, obedient thing <3. Hangouts/dates where you two make out for literal hours in different parts of ur home. There isn’t one surface in his apartment Sion hasn’t pressed you up against. 

“Slow down, pretty,” Sion gently grabs you by the wrists, your hands trying to undo his belt. 

The sound of smacking lips takes over. You’re so lost in Sion—his scent taking over every coherent thought—, eager to feel him. He looks so hot with swollen lips, and you just managed to tear his mouth away from a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. 

“Please, Sionie. I wanna feel you,” 

You bat your eyes from where he’s got you caged against the kitchen counter. The cookies baking are long forgotten, dishes stacked in the sink. But Sion doesn’t listen (he rarely does). Sion guides your hands to his chest to let them rest there. Then, he hooks his fingers through your belt loops to tug you even closer. 

You gasp, just as Sion anticipated, and he presses his open mouth against yours. He groans at how hot your mouth feels. He swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, lips closing to suck on it.

“You’ve got me,” is all he mutters before going in for more.

R I K U. リク

I need to tease this man frs 🤣🤣Riku’s got such luscious lips it shocks me every time. He’s the type to giggle and smile through kisses. But unfortunately, you’re banned from kissing in public because he Will get hard. Tends to get carried away cause he’s oobbsessed with your lips. As are you with his, trust! One time, when you guys first started dating, you pecked his lips and missed a dinner reservation entirely because he couldn’t get enough.

You really had meant it to only be a peck. Riku had just parked the car and you wanted to thank him for driving to the restaurant. And well, Riku turned one peck into three. Then the fourth peck into a long, hard kiss. That kiss turned open-mouthed. Which, naturally led to Riku sucking on your tongue, one hand automatically grabbing your waist. 

Riku sits you down on his lap, not caring about how cramped it is in the driver’s seat. His eyes are screwed shut, focused on how good you feel, how fucking pretty you sound—when the seat suddenly jerks back. Making both of you squeak at the impact. The old car has always had a knack for turning normal functions into visits to the overpriced mechanic.

“Sorry, was trying to make room,” you’re actually panicking, one hand gesturing to the seat’s side handle you were adjusting. 

“Yea, it does that,” he turns your head in his hands to face him.

Immediately leaning back in, Riku barely manages to peck your lips with how hard he’s smiling. You look so apologetic and it’s so fucking sweet. Riku tucks some hair behind your ear (quite poorly cause a few strands immediately slip back) to see your face better.

“Ri, I think we’re gonna miss our reservation,” but you’re not moving. You’re both smiling, foreheads pressed together. His giggles are infectious.

“Sorry, baby,” he’s not. The pecks start again. Butterflies erupting with every quick, wet noise, “mm, I’ll make another,” he will. Finally, he deepens the kiss. Pants fog the windows. You feel the way his pants tent.

“Wanna taste you first,” he does.

Y U S H I. ユウシ

Yushi’s literally the shyest person in the entire world >< but also the CLINGIEST person in the entire world! fatal duo but he makes it work. Will peck u on the cheek once (1) during a public outing (probably a mutual’s party or sum) and will hide behind u for the rest of the night. But when u guys are alone… oh you’re gonna have to surgically remove him babe. He’s always finding ways to give u little kisses. On ur forehead, ur tummy, ur thighs 🤤. He’s got a thing for those.

Yushi loves it the most when you’re sitting in his lap, thighs firmly pressed against him, fingers creeping up your shorts, and mouth pressed all wet and messy against his. He’s a little desperate for you always and it shows up in the way he absolutely ravishes your mouth. It drives him up the wall and cannot keep the noises from leaving his mouth (have u guys seen that one whimpering compilation on twt 😹 cause that’s exactly what I need u to imagine rn).

“Yushi—fuck, you sound so pretty,” you tug at his hair so he’ll pull back. It only makes him whimper louder.

“You feel so good,” he’s even quieter than his usual self, eyes half lidded with lust.

Yushi raises his chin to meet your lips. He works you open slowly, His lips move carefully over your own, taking his time. You can’t help it, you peek your eyes open to watch him. His eyebrows are furrowed in absolute concentration, nose huffing when he remembers to breathe. Your focus snaps back to his lips when his tongue brushes over your bottom lip.

“Pay attention,” he begs. 

He swallows your giggle up with his tongue. Your stomach flips as he explores your mouth with the muscle. When his nails suddenly scratch your thighs, you finally let a groan out yourself. Being so caught up in trying to listen to his little noises, you realize now he was desperately trying to hear one from you. 

“You’re so cute,” 

Yushi whines all needy at your praise. You’d think he was about to cry if you didn’t know better. It’s so loud and practically pornagraphic. But you know he’s got absolutely no control of it and it makes it that much hotter. He’s so fucking gone and you know he’ll want to have you like this for another hour before he even pulls your shorts down.

“Focus, please,”

⋆˚✮ ｡

“Hello?”

“Hi?” 

Yushi isn’t entirely sure what he’s supposed to be doing here. It’s not every day you get into an argument with your roommate—newly discovered crush—then get asked to call them an hour later. Oh yeah, and you’re on a date right now. The reason for said argument. 

An hour after the argument, and Yushi comes up with every possible explanation to give you. Every possible conversation he’ll have once you’re home from the date. Every possible way to move out as soon as possible and start living in Sion and Riku hyungs’ living room. Boxes from Home Depot are in his cart, ready to be bought with a 15% discount and free pick up (courtesy of Sakuya’s new part time job).

“What?”

Did you say something? Great, Yushi’s spiraled so far into his brain he developed selective hearing. He cannot believe how bad he’s fumbling. There’s no way his hyungs are letting him live this down. 

“ . . . What?”

“FLOODED?”

Something is very wrong. The short text and now this act that you’re putting on? You wouldn’t blow up at him then put this show on. Surely, not in front of your date—wait a minute.

“Oh! Yes! Very badly!” Yushi’s voice pitches up in an unnatural manner, following your lead.

“It’s in my bedroom?” You gasp a gasp so loud Yushi jerks his phone away to check the noise was actually produced by you and not an actual, very airy, exaggerated leak.

“Y-Yes,” he barely recovers, “It’s–um–staining the carpet.”

“Okay, call the landlord for now. I’ll be there soon.”

Yushi can hear you scramble an excuse to the man you’re with. He stays on the phone as shuffling fills the line. Putting one hand over the iphone’s mic and the other on his chest, Yushi takes a deep breath. He can do this. He’s going to be honest about his feelings. Are heart palpitations common for twenty-two year olds? 

“Okay, I’m outside now,” the first half comes out so quiet, the second louder as Yushi spams his volume button.

“Are you okay?”

A huff, “Yeah. You were right. God, that guy was such an asshole . . . I’m sorry.”

“What? Don’t be.” 

What he’d do to see your face right now. You sound so upset, probably walking hastily with how loud your breaths are. He’s noticed you pace that way around the apartment when you’re stressed.

“Yushi, I was upset with you. You were just trying to watch out for me and I blew up on you.”

“No, I-I was a jerk. You have the right to see whoever you want. Well—preferably not that asshole but how could you have known,“

Heart palpitations be damned, Yushi will have a heart attack before he lets you blame yourself for this. It comes out breathless, but he says it.

“I’m sorry. I was jealous,” the phone goes silent, “Roomie?

“You were jealous?” something in your voice makes Yushi’s heart stutter. 

“I– . . . yeah, I was. Um, are you on your way home?”

Yushi realizes then he’s standing in the middle of the living room. His sweater is half way zipped, wallet stuffed hastily into his jeans. He can pick you up, but do you want him to?

“Yeah,” There’s no way of telling your reaction like this, “Will you stay on the phone?

“Yeah.”

Yushi is never fighting over text again. He doesn’t understand your words, everything is misunderstood. He’s such an idiot. 

“Yushi?” The way your voice shakes breaks his heart, “I hated arguing with you.”

“Same, felt like everything was coming off wrong over text.” his eyes shut in regret.

“That’s probably my fault.”

“It’s no one’s fault.”

“It’s mine,” It all comes out at once, “I wanted to make you jealous. But it didn’t feel good. And then you said you’d leave so I could bring another man home—“

You cut yourself off. Yushi barely catches a shaky curse you let out.

“We were both jerks,” 

Twenty-two’s not too young to die. Even if confessing kills Yushi, at least he’ll have said it. He won’t have to wonder what it’d be like to hold you during movie nights. Or about holding your hand during study dates. He won’t wonder if it’s appropriate to show up to your club events, he’ll just do it. Yushi will buy you food and toothpaste. Yushi won’t hide. Not this. Not from you.

“I was mad, and I miss you. I miss you more now, hearing your voice than when you went on that stupid trip. I’m—I’m mad that I miss you ‘cause I let you go on that date.”

A car honks far in the distance. Yushi’s eyes flicker across the living room. He can’t stay still.

“I miss you, too.”

Relief slams into Yushi so hard that he’s suddenly on the couch. Well, thank god he was standing right by it.

“Roomie?” 

Fear courses through his veins, making his blood pump hard. Might as well ride the wave, right?

“Yeah?”

“I . . . I wanted to tell you this in person, fuck—

I think I’m falling for you.”

“I—just got on the bus. I’ll be home in ten.”

Shit. 

“Okay.”

“Yushi?”

“Yeah?” He answers because he could never leave you hanging. Even if he is about to be rejected.

“I’m falling for you, too.”

smut warnings: oral fem receiving, fingering fem receiving, vaginal penetration, pet name (baby)

If someone asked you what your favorite pastime was right about now, you’d say biting on Oh Sion’s lips. Or maybe dry humping Oh Sion. Scratch that—tugging on Oh Sion’s hair.

The groan Sion lets out against your lips immediately dampens between your legs, where you need him most.

“You smell good,” Sion purrs from below you on the couch.

“Thanks, new perfume,” you take the chance to pull at the hem of his shirt.

“Hold on, let’s move to the bed,”

Oh right. You arrived in Sion’s apartment maybe 10 minutes ago. He had barely managed to tell you his roommates were out before you practically tackled him to his couch. Sion had let you climb over him, his long figure draped across the sofa while you caged him in with your thighs. He was trying to ask how your night out with your friends had gone before you started grinding your hips into his.

“Good, but I missed you,”

You wouldn’t usually be so bold with him. The two of you weren’t dating after all. It was a friends with benefits situation that had started about a year ago when you hooked up at a mutual friend’s birthday party. You weren’t even the type to start such a relationship, but the way he fucked you that night haunted you for a good week before you folded again.

You were at work, wondering if you should ask your friend for his number when you got a notification on your phone. o.cean.02 has requested to follow you. Took about two minutes of scrolling through his following to figure out it was Sion’s account. Another two to accept and send the first message. Then one more for his reply to come.

: what in the world is wrong w ur username

[sion]: wait what’s wrong with my username?

: ocean02 ?? thought u were some rando tryna stalk me

[sion]: it’s my name!! oh sion = ocean

[sion]: not a rando just someone who’s been thinking about you a lot

By that weekend, you two had agreed on a purely sexual relationship to blow steam off from the stress of daily work and responsibilities. It wasn’t exclusive, but you never did stray far from him. You’d go two months without talking but the moment he’d hit you up with a cheesy line about missing your sweet pussy—as he liked to call it—you’d end up with tangled limbs by the end of the night. So here you are, roughly one year later, still showing up at his door and letting him stuff his tongue down your throat.

Now, he’s got you underneath him, his hips controlling the pace at which he pushes his clothed cock to your bunched up jeans. The soft sheets below you are much more comfortable than the old couch. Though, the bed is a lot more creaky. Even as you grind up into Sion, the mattress squeaks.

“That feels good,” you can’t help the words the slip from your mouth.

“Haven’t even touched you properly,” Sion’s cocky grin somehow looks endearing from this angle. Or maybe it’s just the way his eyes twinkle.

“Get on with it then,” you tsk at him.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,”

He moves onto his knees to tear his shirt off. You follow his lead. Removing clothes that were only in the way of feeling him fully. Sion’s shoving his sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion as you flick your socks somewhere onto his floor.

“Alright, baby, which one do you want first: my fingers or my tongue?” He’s pumping his cock with one hand as he settles between your thighs.

You can’t remember at what point he started calling you his baby. Maybe it was a month ago, maybe it was from the start. What’s worse—you can’t remember at what point you started looking forward to the stupid pet name.

“Don’t care, as long as you give it to me now,”

You were buzzed when you texted him earlier in the night. Something about how much you missed him buried inside you. Sion immediately ordered you to drink some water. You sent him a stupid selfie glaring at the camera as you held up a glass of water to your lips. Once you had promised you were sober enough, Sion ordered an Uber to pick you up. The entire ride to his place you kept texting how badly you wanted him.

[sion]: are there any waters in your uber??

: i didn’t even drink that much pls 😖

: is it so hard to believe I miss coming on your tongue

“You really are needy tonight,”

“Are you not fully hard right now?” You try to glare at him but it dissolves just as quick the moment his entire head dips to taste you.

Your hands tangle back into his hair as his tongue traces around your folds. He’s got the nerve to tease, kitten licking your clit with slow, long movements. You pull on his dark strands but Sion doesn’t speed up. He groans, pressing a featherlight kiss on your sensitive bud. Then, he opens his mouth and starts kissing right up against it. It’s too much teeth, messy and desperate. He makes out with your lips, tongue gliding and mouth sucking.

“Fingers,” you gasp, “Use your fingers,”

Sion’s eyes flicker up to you. It nearly drives you over the edge with how glassy they look. He’s so focused and tuned into your pleasure. Yet, he’s letting your pussy squeeze around nothing.

“Sion, please.”

The moment your voice breaks is the moment you feel Sion’s long fingers prod at your entrance. You whine high pitched and carefree. Still, he only massages your lips, spreading your arousal. Another tug of his hair, another groan against your clit, another whine from your lips. Sion teases and teases, only dipping one finger into your hole for brief moments. He doesn’t give you what you need, and you think you might cry if this goes on for any longer.

Sion, as locked in as ever, quickly notices and pulls his mouth off you.

“Baby, are you really sober now?”

“Sion—I was hardly tipsy when I texted you. I promise you I’m fully sober and fully in need of your fingers right now,” A daring tear escapes you, and Sion positions himself so he’s fully on top of you, caging your body with his.

He wipes at your cheeks and kisses the streak away. You aren’t sure what to think about how soft it all seems. So, you close your eyes. The moment you do, Sion’s fingers sneak into you.

“Fuck,”

He’s curling them so deliberately, it makes something in you gasp. With his fingers pumping in and out, angled to hit all the right spots, Sion brings his lips back onto yours and doesn’t let up on his ministrations. He fucks you with his fingers like that. His lips eventually go to your neck, trailing kisses as he goes. Usually, you wouldn’t let him mark you so brazenly. The marks get tedious and annoying to hide. Usually, you’d smack him for lingering too long in one spot and he’d smile saying he “forgot”. Even though he’s been “forgetting” for over a year now.

But something about the way the pads of his fingers stroke inside you—or maybe it’s the way you can hear how unsteady his breathing has become—shuts down any thoughts of getting him to stop. Sion finds that sweet spot on your neck that makes your toes curl. Even as he feels you get close, he doesn’t let up on the firm pumping of his fingers.

“Let go for me, baby,” his voice comes out rough and you do.

You focus on how good he feels inside your gummy walls and the way he sucks at your collarbone now. Your hands (one still tangled in his hair, the other breaking skin at his shoulder blade), grip so tight you’re sure it hurts him. But Sion doesn’t complain. Sion helps you through it. You finish on his fingers with a loud whine and the entire time Sion holds you like you’re precious.

“You’re so fucking tight around my fingers,” it’s hardly intelligible with how rough the corners of his voice sound.

You realize another tear has run down your face and you turn your head to hide it. Your eyes flutter as you blink away the blurriness of it all. It hasn’t been that long since you’ve fucked, so why does it feel so different now? A year now of fooling around and letting Sion stay the night because he promises he’ll wake you up with head. How long ago was it that you started keeping around his body wash in your bathroom? He’s so horrible at cooking and he laughs at everything. Sion’s always been a good fuck, since when did you start noticing anything beyond that mere fact?

“Good?” Sion’s voice cuts through your thoughts, his fingers now gone from you.

“Yeah,” it’s too quick, though.

So, you move the hand on his back to his dick. You know Sion wants to ask you if something’s wrong, but you make sure the swipe of your thumb over his slit shuts him up.

“Condom?” You ask as you pump him with one hand.

Sion begrudgingly removes himself from your grasp and crawls to his nightstand. You lazily play with your clit while he digs for the box of condoms you know he’s got hidden away. You let out a deep sigh with a particularly good rub and Sion’s head snaps over to you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he almost sounds annoyed, quickly ripping the box open and digging for a foil.

He frowns though, fingers stilling for a second. It makes you halt your movements and sit up slightly to watch. Sion flips the box to shake the contents out. Except, nothing falls out even as he flips the box back over and peers inside.

“It’s empty,” Sion sounds so defeated you almost laugh.

“What about the gas station?” You think of the convenience store your uber passed on the way over to Sion’s apartment.

“They don’t have my brand,” Sion actually juts his bottom lip out, looking like someone just stole his candy.

“Is there a difference?” You frown because it can’t really feel that different.

“Baby, these are the real feel, non-latex, lubricated, extra large ones,” Sion quips back.

You don’t bother to hide your laugh from him. He looks so offended you almost feel bad for a second.

“If I get anything smaller, it’ll slip right off,” he defends himself, “Might as well not wear anything if I get the gas station ones,”

Something twists inside you, something sinister and dark. You can’t help what you say next.

“Then don’t wear anything,”

Sion freezes. Like, full on stops breathing all together. He’s still perched above you, one hand steadying himself while the other grips the empty cardboard box.

“Serious?” His eyes flicker between you and his dick like either might protest.

“I mean, yeah,” you shrug, “Just, you know . . . “

“Pull out?” Sion’s eyes are impossibly wide, convinced you’ll disappear if he blinks.

You nod bashfully. That’s all the confirmation he needs, apparently. He quickly finds his previous position, towering over you. Your heart pounds in your chest as Sion lines himself up with your entrance. Your fingers twitch in anticipation at it.

“Oh, fuck,” Sion’s eyes are screwed tight as he finally pushes in.

So, there’s definitely a difference.

“This sweet pussy’s sucking me right in,”

You feel your eyes roll back to your head, eyelids fluttering. You feel so full. Every vein, every ridge—your cunt takes all of it. It’s never felt like this. A moan is falling from your lips before you can even tell it’s you. You think you might just cry again from how good Sion feels inside you. You must say something because Sion shushes you, telling you to breathe. Except the bastard kisses you right then and steals all the air from your lungs. You reciprocate as best as you can with your brain in total shambles. Your hands are gripping tightly onto his arms, begging for more.

“Are you fucking other guys?” Sion suddenly pulls away from your lips.

“You’re asking that now?”

You aren’t even sure how you manage to make the full sentence. Sion is completely still inside you, giving you time to adjust to the new sensation. Or maybe giving himself time to adjust. He’s sweating. Like, a lot. You’ve never seen him this worked up just from entering you. You watch as beadlets drip down the slope of his nose and plop onto your cheek. You don’t expect your stomach to do another flip at that.

“Fuck—just wondering if I should get tested after this,”

What an idiot. You’re laying on Sion’s bed at god knows what hour of the night wondering how to keep Sion’s sweat dripping on you. He must be insane if he thinks you’re fucking other people. No—he’s out right clinically ill if he thinks you’d ever let anyone but him have you like this. You can feel how hot he is. His blood pumps so loud you hear it. The way his cock curves just slightly upward tickles all the right parts inside you. He’s so thick and all of him is buried deep. Something settles under your skin.

“It’s just you,”

You mutter it on his lips, claiming them. As soon as you do, Sion drives his hips backward. He lets out a nasty groan the moment it’s just his head tucked into you. You clench, and he pushes back in. The feeling is otherworldly. Your juices mix, his tip leaking and your pussy dripping, arousal becoming indistinguishable.

“Same for me—it’s only you, baby. Always was,”

Sion’s hands find yours in that moment. Either hand pinning yours right next to your head. He grips them like his life depends on it. Your heart does a traitorous thing.

Sion fucks you hard and fast. It makes you squeak and staccato’s your breath. You hear the wet clap with every movement of his hips, his balls slapping against your ass. Sion’s forehead is pressed right against yours, just steadying himself and locked into your pleasure.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that,”

“‘s okay,” You snake one hand between your thighs to rub at your clit.

You feel the way it makes you squeeze around him. Sion does, too, because he whimpers. You want to hear it again. You massage in time with one of his thrusts and it happens once more. The pinch of Sion’s eyebrows drives you insane.

Suddenly, Sion is pulling out of you and climbing off the bed. You’re about to ask what he’s doing before he grabs you by the ankles and drags you to the edge of the bed. You squeak as his hands land firmly on your thighs.

“You look so good like this,” his hands softly push your thighs apart and grip tight. His hands knead the flesh so tenderly. You groan, hoping he leaves bruises.

Stepping closer, he uses one hand to guide his leaking cock up against your folds. He doesn’t push in, though. He just trails his length up and down, letting the head catch on your clit with every upward motion. You let out a swear when he taps the head against your clit. The action is so dirty and possessive. His figure, standing in his room lit only by the mood lighting. Soft purple cascading over the crevices and dips of Sion’s torso. Sion’s eyes are locked on the way your pussy absolutely drips for him.

“Such a pretty pussy,” you almost don’t catch what he says, “All mine,”

In another possessive movement, he rubs circles with his tip right against your clit. The feeling sends a jolt through your body, your back arching with it.

“Sion, please, need you inside,”

“So needy,” his voice is so low and tight, “Coming to my apartment in the middle of the night begging me to fuck you raw,”

You might even let him finish inside if he keeps talking to you like that. The thought sends another jolt of electricity down your spine.

“So fucking breathtaking, baby,”

Finally, Sion pushes in. You groan at the new angle. His hands grip your thighs tightly, half holding you, half steadying himself, fully controlling the pace at which he buries his cock into you. It’s deep, steady. He’s immediately hitting your gummy spot and making you gasp. Your ankles wrap around his waist and dig into the dip of his back.

“Greedy fucking pussy,” His pace never falters, the sound of skin slapping skin persistent, “Squeezing around me so tight,”

“Sion,” your hands scramble to his. Sion immediately notices and interlocks your fingers such that your legs are poised above your connected arms.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Inside—come inside, need it,” you’re mumbling, “Need you,”

Sion doesn’t let up on the steady rhythm. He swears, brows furrowing for a second in contemplation.

“Y-You sure?” It comes out strained.

“Please,”

You know how desperate you have to sound, but you can’t help it. Sion looks at you like you built the earth he walks on. He worships you, constantly tries to understand you, and actually listens. He’s everything you could ever wish for, and you hate the idea of anyone else having him like this. Even if you two are only meant to be casual.

“Fuck,”

Sion swears again as you time your squeezes with his thrusts. It feels so good, his cock stroking into you as you grip tight around him. You can feel yourself getting close, too. All it takes is a few more clenches before you feel your orgasm wash over you. It’s not long before Sion is twitching inside you. The rhythmic pounding of your cunt around his cock enough to drive him over the edge. Your eyes immediately lock onto Sion’s as he starts dumping inside you. His eyes haze over and his mouth just barely parts. The groans that fall from his lips are addicting. The squelch of his cock pounding into you is so filthy.

You let a closed mouthed moan out as you spread your thighs further apart. Sion lets you disconnect your hands as you examine between your legs. A white ring has formed against the base of Sion’s cock. His thrusts have slowed now, and you can see the cum that trails down his length every time he pulls out. Sion eventually stills completely as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

With him inside you, he leans down to press a lazy kiss against your lips. He tugs and sucks with no care in the world. Your hands bury themselves back in his hair just like earlier. It doesn’t feel very casual when the deep kisses turn to soft pecks.

“You should miss me more often,”

You smile against his lips and Sion takes the opportunity to slip out. You take a deep breath with the loss and bring a hand to brush hair out of Sion’s eyes.

“Let me grab a towel,” he presses one last peck before standing and making his way to the bathroom.

You think you thank him when he comes back and wipes at your entrance. The warm towel soothes your pounding heart. You get up on your elbows.

“Should probably pee,” you mutter and Sion helps you all the way up.

“Probably,” he smiles as he leads you to his bathroom.

When you reach it, you don’t hesitate to plop yourself down on the toilet. Sion, in the meantime, runs back to his room to grab his clothes for you to wear. He neatly sets them down before turning the knob to get the shower running. It’s then that you notice Sion has become a bit reserved. You’ve never known Sion to be shy. A bit introverted at times, sure. But never like this. As he peers from above, leaning against the wall, arms crossed uncharacteristically, you can’t help but watch him.

“What?” You ask, trying not to stare at his still naked form.

Sion shrugs, trying to act nonchalant, “Just thinking.”

“Okay,” you draw out the word as you go to wipe.

“You’re not seeing anyone else. Neither am I, and I don’t really want to,” his voice actually cracks at what he says next, “Would you wanna go on a date?”

You’ve finished your business on the toilet, but standing feels scary right now.

“A date?”

“Yeah, like, just the two of us,” Suddenly, Sion is really interested in the water temperature, “I know we started sleeping together as something casual, but I, uh, I really like you. And I want to get to know you better,”

You can’t help but narrow your eyes at him, “All it took was letting you finish inside?”

“What? No!” Sion visibly panics, “I mean—it was good, like insanely good, but that’s not why I’m saying it. Really. I wanted to ask sooner. I was gonna ask once you got here, but, um—“

“I kinda jumped you,” you can’t help but laugh at yourself.

The sight of the smile spreading across your lips finally calms Sion down. He’s still trying and failing at being nonchalant.

“You kinda did,” he’s pursing his lips to keep from smiling wide, but the corners of his mouth pull up anyway.

“I’m down for a date,” you don’t hide your excitement, “I like you, too,”

“Cool,” Sion’s is full-on grinning now, “The water’s warm now,”

“Is it now?”

He helps you up once again. You can’t help the flip of your stomach when one of his hands lands on your hip, the other resting on your jaw. Sion only hums an ‘음’ at you before pulling you in close to kiss you. His lips feel so warm and soft against yours. He doesn’t rush, he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Sion just holds you like that.

“C’mon the water’s gonna get cold again,” you pull away, remembering the sticky situation between your legs.

“Just one more,” Sion doesn’t let you go after that.

K E E H O. 기호

Lordy lord lord this man’s lips. Phew you best believe he likes you to suck and bite on them. And duh he’s gonna do the same to you. His favorite thing is kissing you until you get dizzy with desire then teasing when he pulls away to look at you. You always look so ruined with swollen, spit-slick lips. If your lipstick is smudged? Even better. This man could actually make out for hours and it doesn’t even have to lead to sex or anything. Loves having you on top of him, body pressing right against his. Actually begs you to pull on his hair and grind into him.

“I know you need it, too, baby. C’mon, give it to me,”

It’s the way he can feel your heart pounding in your chest that gets him so riled up. He’ll groan right up against your mouth because he knows how worked up it gets you. Like, I don’t think I’ve emphasized enough how much he enjoys biting!! He’ll nibble anywhere his lips can reach just to hear you gasp. And please do it back to him or he’ll die. His signature move goes like this: Deep, opened mouthed kiss, that leaves you breathless. Going in for your bottom lip and sucking. Biting down hard, tugging, and releasing. Swiftly followed by a soothing hard press of a kiss. He’s got every one of your reactions memorized and always lingers on the steps he knows you like the most.

T H E O. 테오

HE IS NASTY! Another gorgeous pair of lips I’m so obsessed with ngl. Sooo much tongue. Loves licking into your mouth and just. exploring. And the way your breath hitches when he sucks on your tongue? Oh, you’re having his babies tonight, babe! Bad case of oral fixation what can I say. Making out almost always leads to sex and he’s happy that way. Do not save him, he needs his tongue down your throat while you take him! Every skillful stroke from above you is accompanied with a messy kiss against your lips. Every once in a while you pull back to catch your breath and he’ll actually glare at you for it.

“What, do I make you nervous or something?”

“Taeyang, be honest, are you human? Do you even need to actually breathe??”

He’ll just suck a hickey right below your jaw to shut you up. He loves how mad you get because it’s in such a difficult spot to hide. Will lick and sloppily kiss all over your ear. It’s lowkey crazy cause it works him up more than it does you. You just let him do anything and it drives him insane.

J I U N G. 지웅

Gets a badddd case of the giggles from kissing you. He just gets so shy and over thinks and is so giddy and happy and. Wow, he cannot believe his lips are on your lips and you’re letting him have you like this. The first time you kissed was after your fourth date right as you got to your door. He had walked you from his car and he couldn’t stop staring at the way the streetlight lit up your face. The shadows made your cheekbones pop and your pouty lips look so soft. When you had caught him staring his ears burned so hot he was sure he’d explode. Then, when you finally reached your door, you tugged Jiung in close with your interlaced fingers.

“Are you finally gonna kiss me, now?”

He was so sure his brain stopped working.

“I-Is that okay?”

His lips were on yours before he knew it. It was so tender, the way one hand of yours settled on his neck, right below his ear. He let his hands hold onto your waist. Somehow, he’d pressed you up right against your door. There was no way of preventing the smile that spread across his lips. That’s when Jiung knew he was screwed. Giggling against your lips, leaving pecks when he managed to calm down enough, then burying his face into your neck when he got too worked up again. You guys stayed like that for so long his fingers started getting numb from the cold. Just two starry eyed faces giggling and kissing each other so sweetly. When you asked if he wanted to come in, Jiung actually short circuited.

I N T A K. 인탁

Um guys. His brain actually goes entirely blank any time y’all kiss. His frontal lobe fully shuts off and all the sudden he’s getting real needy, real fast. He’s just a man, what can I say. If y’all ever argue (which you don’t often, more like petty comments and stuff) all it takes for him to drop it is a tug of his collar and your lips pressed against his. He always yelps really goofy right before completely melting into you.

It’s all slow and sensual with Intak. He wants to feel every reaction, every moan you let out. His hands are not shy at all. Depending on how he’s got you, he’ll run them up your back, down your hips, squeeze your thighs, tease right below your chest. Oh lord help me. He’s respectful in a way that gets annoying. The type to grip your jaw so you can’t break away, even if you wanted to. If you like it, he’ll rest a strong hand on your throat, too. He’s never rough but always firm. Intak is steady like that. If you pull away for even a second he gets all teary eyed and pouty lipped. Asking,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing—just my hand is kinda falling asleep in this position”

“Here,“

And then he’ll move your hands so they’re under his shirt just resting above his waistband. HELLO? He doesn’t even want you to grab his dick or anything, he just wants you to scratch his tummy. He loves feeling you feeling him. Doesn’t always lead to sex but if it does he’s more than happy.