🌿quinn🌿

The two of you didn’t have frequent arguments, and if there were any they would be resolved somewhat quickly. The love you two shared for each other made it painful to avoid each other. Even not seeing each other for a while definitely had it’s effects on the two of you.

The two of you didn’t have frequent arguments, and if there were any they would be resolved somewhat quickly. The love you two shared for each other made it painful to avoid each other. Even not seeing each other for a while definitely had it’s effects on the two of you.

The two of you didn’t have frequent arguments, and if there were any they would be resolved somewhat quickly. The love you two shared for each other made it painful to avoid each other. Even not seeing each other for a while definitely had it’s effects on the two of you.

So, how were you supposed to cope when Yeonjun left for tour. Leaving you alone in your shared apartment, with no one to hold, cuddle, and playfully bicker with?

So, how were you supposed to cope when Yeonjun left for tour. Leaving you alone in your shared apartment, with no one to hold, cuddle, and playfully bicker with?

Easy, video call.

These video calls were always somewhat innocent. Nothing but playful flirting since one of the boys shared a room with him. But tonight seemed to be different, because when Yeonjun called, there wasn’t another voice greeting you like always.

Normally when he would call, maybe Taehyun or Beomgyu would say hi if they were near him at the moment. This time it was just him.

You smile and greet him, sitting up in your bed and adjusting your laptop.

“Y/n!” He smiles, brushing his hands through his hair as he sits back in the office chair. The room he’s in is different from the last, the hotel beautiful decorated with expensive looking paintings.

“Hi, Junie! where are the guys?” You ask, curious as to why he’s alone in the hotel room.

“Well, they went out to go pick up our food.” He says, a smile making its way across his face as he sighs.

“Ooh, why didn’t you go with them?”

“Wanted to talk to you..” He shrugs, looking into the camera for a second.

“Did you eat today?” You ask him, he nods as he stares at your image in the camera. Yeonjun slowly rests his chin on his palm, smiling.

“You get prettier every time I see you..” He says gently. You feign a look of offense, your mouth agape.

“You sayin I used to be ugly?..” Your eyes widen, clutching your heart as you begin to fake cry.

Yeonjun laughs, shaking his head.

“Tch..Not quite..”

“I’m gonna hang up on you in a second, Yeonju-“

“Sorry! sorry..” He laughs, adjusting the camera.

You glare at him playfully, and roll your eyes.

“You’re lucky I love you as much as I do…”

“I sure am..”

He smiles, leaning back in the chair.

“In all seriousness, I miss you..” He pouts, tilting his head to the side and letting his hair fall over his eyes.

You smile and nod, watching as Yeonjun bites his lip slightly. You’re unsure if its on purpose, but knowing him he’s totally doing it intentionally.

“I miss you too, baby..Hey uh, how long do you think the guys will be gone?”

“An hour maybe? the place we ordered from is pretty far.” He shrugs, hiding his smirk with the sleeve of his hoodie. You nod and check the time, then look back at his camera.

Yeonjun feigns his innocence, and asks gently.

“Why? what did you have in mind?” He smiles, leaning closer to the camera. Yeonjun is one of the biggest teases ever, of course he knows what you want to do. Truthfully, he wants it too. He just wants to see how bad you want it.

“Well..Since I can’t be there to touch you now, and because I know how you’ve always wanted to try out something like this..” You say, looking at his camera expectantly.

Yeonjun furrows his eyebrows, clearly pretending to be confused.

“Phone sex, Yeonjun..” You giggle, playing into his act of innocence. He gasps, covering his mouth.

“How naughty of you to think of something like that…” He smirks at the end, biting his lip as he starts to unbutton his pants. He licks his lips and stares at your camera, waiting for you to say something.

“Keep your pants on yeonjunie. If the boys comes back you don’t want to get caught, do you?” You tease, yeonjun bites his lip and shakes his head, leaning back in his chair.

“Before you touch yourself, tell me how bad you want to..” You say gently. Yeonjun pouts, about to come up with something clever to say to show his disagreement.

“Cmon baby..If you want me to let you cum during this, you gotta be good…” You smirk, getting hornier by the second as you think of the situation you’re in.

Yeonjun nods and shifts, the bulge in his sweatpants becoming a huge bother to him.

“I missed you a lot..I’ve been so desperate for your touch, it’s honestly pathetic. I almost touched myself to the sound of your voice the last time we called, you have no idea how horny you make me..” He sighs, teasing himself through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Oh? Tell me more..” You whisper, rubbing your clit gently as he talks.

“I humped my pillow a lot, b-but I never let myself cum..I wanted to wait until we called again so I could give you a show..” He smirks, talking breathlessly as he rubs his tip harder through his underwear.

“Oh how naughty..You know you’re not supposed to- fuck..Supposed to touch yourself without permission..”

“Im sorry, but I couldn’t hold back..Thinking of yo-you made me sooo horny~” Yeonjun’s hips stutter, and he suddenly stops.

“Please, I wanna cum..I’ve been such a good boy for you and my cock is so full of cum for you~” He whines. when you shake your head, he lets out a soft crying sound. He’s not really crying is he? it’s only been a few minutes since he started touching himself.

But, to your surprise..Yeonjun is actually crying. You’ve never taken Yeonjun as the type to cry, especially not during masturbation.

Something’s strange about it though, Yeonjun is making sure you can clearly see him crying. He bites his lip,even through his tears, and starts to rub his cock more.

Watching all of this has made the heat and need between your legs stronger, and you can no longer hold back your urges. You begin to touch yourself a lot more desperately, slipping your fingers into yourself as you listen to and watch Yeonjun make a mess of himself.

Yeonjun sticks his tongue out, forcing spit out of his mouth. He tilts his head to the side, letting the spit drool down to his chin. He moans louder, letting out those pornstar moans as he strokes his cock eagerly.

“Wanna cum..Please…Let me cum..” He begs eagerly. And boy is Yeonjun a pretty sight now.

His hair is messy, tongue slipping out and making him drool all over himself. Yeonjun’s hoodie is obviously a little big on him. He rolls his seat back to give a better view, leaning back and tilting his head to the side.

“It’s okay baby, you can cum…Cum for me” You moan out, biting your lip as you enjoy the sight in front of you. Yeonjun whines and stops stroking himself, suddenly turning around in the chair and getting on his knees.

He pulls down his sweatpants and underwear, presenting his ass to the camera and breathing heavily.

“A-are you looking? Hm?”

“Of course I am, Yeonjunnie..” You lick your lips as you watch your boyfriend put on a show for you.

Yeonjun turns around on the chair again, looking into the camera as he takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks slowly. He pushes his fingers into his mouth deeper, maintaining eye contact with the camera as you watch.

“Fuck..Yeonjun…” You moan out, fingering yourself faster.

When he pulls his wet fingers out of his mouth, he opens his mouth and lets his tongue out to let the spit drip from his tongue.

He wipes his lips gently and gets on his knees in the chair, turning and presenting his ass to you again.

The fingers that were just in his mouth, are now pressed up against his hole. He doesn’t push them in yet, and instead he rubs his fingers over his hole while he strokes his cock slowly.

He whimpers and moans loudly, and you wonder if anyone else in the hotel can hear him. But that thought quickly disappears as Yeonjun slips his fingers into his own hole and covers his mouth with the hand that was previously on his cock.

He moans into his hand, rocking his hips back and forth while he thrusts his fingers inside of himself. You, completely focused on what he’s doing, finger yourself faster. The sight of seeing your boyfriend like this driving you over the edge.

“Oh, fuck! yeonjun~” You moan, spasming around your fingers as you watch Yeonjun make a mess of himself, just for you.

This makes Yeonjun even more desperate to cum. He turns around in the chair again to stroke his cock fast while looking at the camera.

“ah~ oh fuck..Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cries out, stroking his cock until he reaches his orgasm.

He lets out one final moan, and lets out a hard release.

When he does cum., his back arches prettily and his eyes close tightly, spurts of white liquid landing on his hoodie and some even hitting his face from the force of the orgasm. His mouth is wide open, and his body spasms are anything but gentle.

He pants softly after his orgasm, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes.

After sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes, you check the time.

“Hey, shouldn’t the boys be back soon?”

Yeonjun’s eyes widen and he sits up quickly, hearing footsteps approaching the door.

“I think they’re back now..“

You give him a slight frown, telling him this wouldn’t be the best time, although you already begin to heat up a bit from his fingertips, like a little striking touch. “Yunho, I’m a little busy here actually.” you say quickly.  

You see him smirk in response, laying his head against your knees as he lightly leaves soft kisses down your thighs, moaning with the sounds of smooches. “I see.” He whispers against you, completely disregarding what you just said because to him, you weren’t busy. You were even more ready for him. You were sitting at a desk so nicely, legs perched up against the chair, ready to be spread open by his large hands. 

Yunho gets on you fast, already touching the fabric of your pants to stroke your pussy up and down with just his fingers. His skin feels warm and dry yet so comfortable that it arouses you slowly. Usually, you’re the one under the desk and you take no time in pulling down the waistband of his pants to stroke his dick and get him hard fast. But suddenly, being the one sitting on the chair, it takes you aback, feeling so exposed for him as he just slides his large fingers down your pants and touches your abdomen before reaching your pussy. 

And you have no clue if the heat of your core comes from his fingers about to devour you or from the spike of rush you feel playing this game, but you catch his hands before he can pull them down.  

“Yunho!” you say, muting yourself on voice chat, scared you’ll say something bad to your teammates. “I’m in the middle of a game.”  

You could hear on one side of your ear your teammates looking for communication with you and on the other ear you hear Yunho sigh loudly, hands still all over your thighs, stomach, with each heat of his fingertips swirling around your soft skin. And then he whispers with his eyes so wide and pitiful, “But I need to eat you out so bad right now.” 

He pouts. You know what he’s doing, and he knows it so well too. You know he’s come down here to distract you, to do the exact same thing you do to him when he’s on this desk not giving you enough attention.  

“I’m, I- need to win this.” you manage to say, trying so hard to shoo him out of your legs.  

Yunho places his hands on your waist, carefully touching you, soothing you out to your hips as he gains your permission. “You can win this.” he says with cheekily, hands moving in places you need him and coordinated than ever.  

You feel him tug at your pants again, a bit of a forceful tug because he seems so desperate to just give you head. It’s like he waited for a moment like this, like a payback to all the times you come under his legs to pump him with your fingers or take him whole in your mouth. He knows how well he could make you cum and tell you to continue playing and it’s just as an exciting event for him to watch you endure all of it. 

“Yunho, I can’t focus…” you say, unknowingly thrusting yourself towards him which Yunho takes It as a sign to keep going.  

“Yes, you can. I know you can. Go ahead, put yourself back in call and play. Don’t mind me. Let me just taste you right now.” he replies, already pushing your pants over your thighs, feeling the wetness he just built himself from just rubbing you through your clothes. He can’t help but smile, seeing you so wet and dirty, knowing you’d have to stay quiet as he works his slick little tongue into you. 

You haste and fidget, “Yunho-” you whine, feeling his fingers work up to your panties. You feel him slip in and out of the waistline too and you screech for him, pressing your legs together. 

“Hurry, your teammates are waiting for you.” he replies looking up at you ever so slightly, giving you a little nod of encouragement as his eyebrows lift to ask ‘Why? What’s the problem?’. He opens your legs again, pressing his fingertip up against your clit, giving you light small circles, then halting, making you want more. 

He makes it so that you can’t reply back, and Yunho sees that you’ve already started to sway your hips back and forth to his fingertips that are now on your pussy. 

“See, you can do it.” he encourages, carefully bringing his tongue to the exact place he left his fingers. 

You moan out loud, slapping a hand around your mouth when you realize you’re not muted, and that the sensation of his tongue overrides your ability to hold still. You feel his tongue glide between your folds, so lightly, so teasingly yet powerful and strong that it makes you squirm even harder. 

“Quiet baby. You gotta stay quiet.” he reminds you as he chuckles from hearing you trying to resist yourself. 

You try to continue, giving your teammates a few comms here and there, telling them where you’ve seen the enemy team although you’re not even sure yourself. You can’t seem to completely be there, as all your strength and energy is being used to not viciously moan into your mic and let all your teammates know what you’re really up to. 

But it doesn’t help that Yunho is provoking you. He gives you long big licks and looks up at you for approval almost, asking you with his eyes if that feels good, if it pleases you, if it distracts you. And you know he’s being so mischievous when you see him smile against your cunt, tongue fluttering against your clit as you look at him with your lip bit to not say a thing.  

“Please” 

He teases your slit this time, gathering the pooled wetness and bringing it up to your entrance, pushing it past a point where it feels so good. “You’re so wet for me baby when you should be focusing on the game.” 

“Yunho, please, I can’t-” 

“Focus baby.” He retorts. 

You feel his wet large tongue lap again and again on your clit all while his fingers enter your soft slit, back and forth all the way to the base of his fingers. There’s no amount of focus that could be inserted between your screen and his pretty little head. And each and every time you get closer to killing your enemies, you feel his tongue flicker even harder sometimes even going in and sucking on your sensitive clit to make you burst and thrust up against his face. He even manages to save in a little breath between to mutter against your folds, “God, you taste so good”, while looking up back and forth at you to see you sweat out your pleasure. You barely manage to get to the next round, seeing on the corner of your screen just two more to go and you silently pray for endurance.  

“Hmm,” you say making it sound more like a whimper, “there’s two on your left- Oh, god” 

You don’t feel him slowing down. He pants into your pussy now, his slick breath mixed with your heat just explodes upon you that you can’t help but to let go of your mouse and grab onto his hair. 

“Feels like you’re gonna cum baby, I can feel you pulsing inside already.”  

You lower your body to him and whisper, “Please.” not even having the strength to ask him to give you your orgasm and instead just moaning out a few inaudible words.  

“Not yet, don’t cum. I need to eat you out till the end of this game.” 

“But- I can’t hold-” you say before getting into your last round where Yunho seems to play a game of his own. “Finish the game baby. You can do it.”  

He flicks his tongue, pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy even faster than before and you hold your breath as you see the last kill of the game.  

You immediately mute your mic and exit the game, pulling out your chair to reveal Yunho’s head in between you as you plead for more. 

“Yunho, oh god. Please Yunho I-” 

You pull his hair and crump his tongue right between your wet little folds. You feel him moaning so desperately too for your climax. “Gonna cum baby? Cum on me, that’s it. Cum all over my face like a good girl. Make a mess on me.” You melt into him, his fingers curving so good to your liking as you feel yourself come over the edge again and again, right into his tongue.  

The two of you moan out desperately, Yunho buried into your cunt as you throw your head back while fisting his hair. 

“Good girl. Hmm.” Yunho says right after. He touches your thighs, licks after your cum in between your slit to taste you and rolls his eyes so prettily. “God. You always taste so good. Even better like this when I’m under the desk.” 

And then he gets up from his lowered position and situations himself on the chair this time, putting you right in between his legs, petting your swollen clit. “You did so good. So so good for me.” He purrs, letting you rest from your waves of pleasure, cuddling your head against his chest before sucking on your sensitive neck to ask,

He loves the way you taste okay. He’s addicted to you. He would give you head for hours if he could, just indulging himself in your delectable pussy. San would probably go down on you every time you’re intimate, he’s just a giver like that. He’d like to eat you out without wanting anything in return. He loves the way your thighs squeeze around his head when you cum, loves the way you tug on his hair, the way you whisper his name when you’re begging him for more. He really likes to make a mess of you by fucking you with his tongue.

Your face was shrouded by a heap of plush pillows, keeping the morning sunlight from reaching your still sleep ridden eyes. You lied on your back and the covers had slipped down your body, just barely covering your lower half. Your t-shirt was pushed up and exposed your breasts to the slightly cool temperature of the bedroom. A moan floated from your lips into the air, slightly muffled by the pillows, and your thighs widened as a body wedged itself more firmly between them. “Yunho…”

The man in question hummed underneath the mound of covers. He wasn’t visible to you, but you were all too aware of his touch on your body. You felt his hands massage the thick flesh of your thighs just as his wet, warm tongue licked along your folds. You heard him groan as he seemingly enjoyed the taste of your cunt, and you bit your lip as the vibrations of the sound reverberated against you.

Your mind was already foggy with the still lingering sleepiness, but the way pleasure made you drift along in a blissed haze was making you less aware of the reality that surrounded you. Your own release took you by surprise a while later, creeping through your body before erupting in your veins.