#andysorbit

You lie on the bed, face down, your cheek pressed into the pillow. The quiet feels heavy until you feel the mattress shift behind you.

“Just breathe,” he says gently, his hands softly grabbing at your hips to raise your ass, “You’re here. You’re safe.”

You nod, barely. It’s hard to speak when your thoughts are a storm- but Yunho, he’s the eye of it. His presence doesn’t demand anything, it just wraps around you. When he eases your panties down over your hips, it’s not just desire- it’s care. The kind that makes your chest ache a little.

He bends down to press a kiss to your lower back, then shifts behind you, settling into place, “What do you see?” he asks, his voice low and gentle.

You blink your eyes open,, “The hedges,” you murmur, “Across the street… The windows. Someone left their curtains open. I see… cars,” Your voice trembles as Yunho drags the head of his cock slowly through your folds, the contrast of cool air and warm skin making your breath catch.

Then he pushes into you- slow, steady, like he knows just how much you need to feel anchored. He fills you completely and it settles something in your chest. He stays still once he's fully inside, letting you breathe around the stretch, around the closeness.

“What do you hear?” he asks softly, caressing his hand over the small of your back.

“You,” you whisper, “Your breathing. Your skin on mine. Your-” you gasp as he pulls back and sinks in again, the soft slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room, “-your balls… slapping my pussy.”

A quiet laugh rumbles from his chest. Not teasing- just warm, affectionate, “That’s good, baby. Stay with me… Tell me- what do you feel... physically?”

“I… I feel you. So deep inside me… So big… Your hands on my hips. The breeze through the window… and the sun. On my face and… my neck… s'all over my skin... It’s warm.”

He exhales through his nose, grounding himself in your voice, “Good… what else do you feel?”

There’s a long pause. Your throat tightens, “I feel like I need to cry…”

His hands shift- one slides up your spine, the other squeezes your hip, “Then cry, honey,” he murmurs, voice thick with love, “It’s okay. Let it out. I’ve got you.”

His pace is slow, intentional, every stroke meant to remind you where you are. That you’re not alone. One of his hands slips beneath your waist, lifting you just a little, the other pressing firmly on your lower back- a silent reassurance that he’s holding you here, steady.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, “You don’t need to worry about anything... Just let go… It’s okay to cry.”

And you do. You let your forehead sink into the pillow, your mouth falling open as the tears finally spill- not from pain, but from the quiet, overwhelming relief of being held like this. Grounded. Wanted. Loved.

Yunho leans over you, his lips brushing your shoulder, hips still moving in a deep, steady rhythm, “You’re doing so well,” he whispers, voice warm and reverent, “Just stay with me, baby. That’s all you need to do.”

“Need to see you,” you whisper, voice raw and pleading, “Please, Yunnie… please?”

He chuckles softly, not teasing- just utterly in love. Slowly, he pulls out, the sudden emptiness making you whimper. But he’s already turning you over with care, guiding you onto your back. His mouth meets yours in a sweet, longing kiss before he lines himself up again, eyes locked on yours as he sinks back into you with a shuddering breath.

He knocks the breath from your lungs in the way only he can- full, overwhelming, and tender all at once.

“Are you waiting for me?” he murmurs against your neck, his voice low and knowing.

You nod, breathless, and he smiles against your damp skin, his lips trailing soft, reverent kisses along the heat of your throat.

“Then come on,” he urges gently, “Make a mess on me, baby… So fucking ready for it.”

You whimper as your orgasm overtakes you- warm and slow, like honey, like his mouth when it finally finds yours. Your body trembles beneath him, clinging to him as waves roll through you.

His rhythm falters, hips stuttering as he loses himself in you. A quiet groan rumbles in his chest as he spills into you, deep and unrestrained. The haze of heat and lack of protection flickers through your mind for a second but it’s drowned out by the way he looks at you, by the way he stays close, forehead to yours, grounding you through every shudder.

Then, with one last, slow thrust, he lingers inside you- just for a moment longer- before pulling back to kiss you soft and deep.

And when he finally eases out of you, there’s no emptiness. Just a deep, lingering fullness- in your body, your chest, your heart. You feel claimed, cherished. Entirely his.

Your hand lifts instinctively, fingertips brushing along the sweat-slick curve of his jaw. Your eyes find his, trying to say what your voice still hasn’t found the strength for.

He meets your gaze with that soft, boyish smile that always undoes you, “Can you give your oppa a kiss?” he murmurs, voice low and playfully affectionate, like a secret meant only for you.

A breathy laugh slips from your lips, tender and dazed, “Oppa…” you echo, the word spilling like honey as you pull him in for a kiss- slow, unhurried, your mouths finding each other again and again in a series of lazy, open-mouthed kisses that taste like everything you just shared.

He hums into your mouth, the sound low and content, his palm cradling your cheek as he holds you close, “That’s my good girl,” he breathes.

And in that moment, wrapped in his warmth, the world feels quiet. Safe. Exactly as it should be.

Jaehyun fucking you after finishing his military service and smoking a fat blunt with his terrace windows open and candles lit and the room smells like sage and lavender and smoke and sex and Jaehyun missed you so much that he literally whines as he's bottoming out and he's all shaky breaths and broken sobs because he missed the way your pussy squeezes him and finally feeling you take him in after so long makes him almost uncontrollably needy for you and his hips smack yours over and over as he takes you, eyes red, lips dry from cotton tongue, body loose and fluid, hands groping and grabbing at you to just feel your body all damp and hot and pliant for him and he swears he's never felt more alive

"I fucking adore you... fucking live for you. I couldn't fucking breathe without you. felt pointless. coming back to you kept me... that's all that kept me. Any kind of life without you is fuckin' pointless. looking forward to this... exact moment... it kept me."

and he begs you to ride his face and moans as you do, hips rocking back and forth to your own greedy pace. Jaehyun’s hands creep up to your tits and his fingers pinch and stroke at your nipples and it sends you into a frenzy, bucking and whimpering and he's bringing you so close

"gonna cum, daddy. I... can I?" you beg and he nods once. that's all you need and you let go, whining his name over and over and he just lets you ride out your orgasm

you've used him. his tongue, his lips, his nose, his face and now his his hands are squeezing your thighs and he's keeping you close, mouth circled around your clit and keeping you right there for too long, "Daddy! n-no, please," you sob and he only laughs, "should I stop, mama?" he muffles against your cunt, slick soaking his chin and all the way up to the apples of his cheeks.

"no... no... please-" your arms thrash as you try to get up but Jaehyun holds you there straddling his head as he makes you cum once more, body shaking and weakly scrambling to some distance between the two of you or maybe you do it because he's solid now. thick and sturdy, well fed. his strength looms over everything he does and your body seeks it. you felt it when he circled his arms around you when you finally reunited, you felt it when he kissed you and stole your breath as he exhaled a hunger past your lips that felt almost primal, you felt it when he got on his knees earlier and begged you to fuck his face until he "passed the fuck away"

and the thought comes back, as you try to wriggle out of his unbreakable hold: you can only go as far as he lets you.

his tongue flicks over your clit and you buck again, trying again to get up but he pulls you back down and his nose bumps your clit. you hear him laughing, "where's my princess going?" and he jostles you onto your back, "you can't leave me. I need you, y/n. stay here. stay. let me-" he holds your thighs open and blows a soft puff of air against your clit then presses slow open-mouthed kisses against you swollen cunt and between slow sloppy kisses he hums, "please... don't leave me... I need you so fucking much... stay... stay, mama... I need you right here... with me. I need you, mama."

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I just found this in my drafts????? I???? I DON'T FORGET SHIT WHEN IM FRIED WHO THE FUCK WROTE THIS????

Seonghwa makes an example out of you for being too shy to moan when you cum so he sits on your sofa and sips a glass of wine while making you sit in the middle of your own living room in nothing but a pair of vibrating panties on its highest setting and he just sits there with the most bored expression

you don't know how many times you've come but he sits there and he's patient and when your orgasm approaches he sips from his wine glass and flatly says

"louder"

and the tears flow and you sob and beg, "Mommy please... I can't."

"the vibrator's louder than you. I can still hear it. I shouldn't be able to."

you buck, "mommy... I'm sorry," you sob and another orgasm builds like a storm inside you.

"are you close?"

you nod.

he stands and crosses the room before kneeling in front of you, holding your gaze intensely, "I can't hear a head nod."

"y- yes!"

"yes?"

"y-y... mommy, yes!"

he nods once, "prove it. let me hear you."

you reach out for him, "c-an I- tou- touch y- y- you."

he shakes his head, "no."

you whine as your orgasm washes over you.

"not good enough- louder."

you cry out more

"louder."

you gasp and huff and your body tightens as you release again.

"I want you to shake the fucking walls. I want them to remember you," he whispers against your mouth, and you try to kiss him but he dodges it, "How do you sound when you're alone and you're not so worried about your manners?"

you whine and buck as you ride out your orgasm,

"mommy, please!"

He tuts and shakes his head in disappointment, "Why are you so worried about being polite? Nothing about this is supposed to be polite- it's sex. You can't expect me to take you apart and help you maintain your dignity. Am I taking you apart or we playing a fucking game?"

you sob.

he takes your face in his hands firmly, "pick one."

"t- t... please... take... me... ap- part," you heave.