#brownstudyk

If you know me personally do not continue reading. 

Prompt #: 92-“Was that a moan?!” “No I-” “That was a fucking moan!” 93- “But I didn’t cum.” VERSION 2

>Pairing: Changkyun (I.M) X Reader

>Genre: Smut. That’s it.

>Warning(s):  Don’t hate me, Dom!Changkyun, brat!Reader, orgasm denial, spanking, pussy slappin, sorry T_T dendfljefn

A/N: I’ve been stuck on this set of prompts for a while honestly (what’s new though..). At some point I really was just like “....wtf am i doing..?”, i don’t know if y’all can tell😂. Sorry these took so long. This is Version 2.

Version 1 is linked here

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“Now, you remember the rules right?” His fingers are cold and trailing down your thigh. “Mm..” you pretend to be distracted, hoping he’ll dismiss his question and skip to the good stuff.

Changkyun knew you were a brat, after all he’d been putting up with you this long, but damn if you didn’t surprise him from time to time. 

On your part though, the majority of the time it was about 95% unintentional. You happened to have a soft, but challenging personality long before meeting him. It was all natural for you, but for him he’d never met someone-

“So damn hard headed. You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” he mused, spreading his fingers to grip at your reddenning, sore cheeks.

“I do too.” you defend, cutting your eyes in his direction. “Mhm. Why don’t I believe that?”

“It’s just such a win-win.” you push back on his hands, “If I behave, then I get to cum . If I don’t, then...” You bite the inside of your cheek, turning your head, eyeing his hands and moving up to his lips. “Ugfh, I can’t decide..” you absent-mindedly tweak the fabric of his pants between your fingers.

At that Changkyun is sliding you off of him, grabbing and lifting your hips up while pressing a hand against the middle of your back, making you arch.

“You like being spanked, so much, huh?” he catches you off guard with a quick smack. 

“Oo-yes.”

“Then that’s the last of that. That was the last one you’re getting.” he says. In his mind figuring that he’s eliminated one of your options, the only one left now would be to behave.

Tempting.

Changkyun lowers himself to be face level with your backside, gaining a grip on both cheeks before muttering 4 words you were almost too zoned out to hear.

“You have six minutes.” and then he’s diving in, starting off by sucking at your clit and releasing it with a wet ‘pop’, making you shudder on your knees, reaching to grip your fingers into the comforter under you.

“I don’t want to hear you.” he says coming up to make eye contact, trading his mouth for his fingers which are now sliding across your folds, preparing to enter. “Every sound is a minute gone. You’re down to 5.” his eyebrow raises at you as a warning, and your eyes snap to the clock sitting on the bedside table.

Soon enough you’re rolled over onto your back, bucking into Changkyun’s face, trying not to count the seconds and just focus on having the opportunity to get off.

“Two and a half minutes. I hope you’re enjoying this.” He tries to bait you into talking, not minding having to deny you, and his  eyes cast up to your face, dampening with sweat and lip pulled between your teeth, knowing better than to say anything.

You lay back, hips rolling, eye closed feeling your orgasm build up. And at that same moment Changkyun is removing his fingers from you and a quick sting comes to your clit.

“Ow-Fuck.” you moan, not stopping yourself before it’s too late. “Was that a moan?!” “No I-” “That was a fucking moan!” he sucks his teeth sighing, pretending to regret his next words.

“Looks like we’re down to about 45 seconds then. You better come on~”he sings the last part, tapping your clit over and over again. It seems that for only these last couple of seconds he’s actually allowing you to make noise because you are not holding back.

Curses flying, voice projecting.

Your throat tightens as it becomes sore from your previous volume, but on the bright side, you are so close to finishing, you can almost taste it. Just a little mor-

“Ten.” 

Fuck.

“Nine.” he continues his countdown, you on the other hand rutting against his hand, determined to cum.

“Six.” 

“Five.”

“Four.”

“Three. Awh come on, baby.”

“I-please, please AGH-” your eyes one blink away from shedding tears, lock with his seeing none other than a smug ass smirk spread across his face.

“Two.”

“One.” He’s up and to his feet before you can even lift yourself up on your elbows. Removing his belt and shirt, he’s walking not towards you, but actually away as he’s exiting the room.

“But I didn’t cum.” you just hardly whine before he has one foot already out the door.

“In time.” he cocks his head at you, eyes challenging you to say something.

BUT the crazy part was that in the box were mouse ears and cowboy boots sooo idk what’s going on

If you know me personally do not continue reading.

Prompt #: 92-“Was that a moan?!” “No I-” “That was a fucking moan!” 93- “But I didn’t cum.” VERSION 1

>Pairing: Changkyun (I.M) X Reader

>Genre: Smut, fluff-ish

>Warning(s): Don’t hate me, Soft-ishDom!Changkyun x Reader, orgasm denial, 69, oral (m and f receiving)

~Summary: You find yourself unsatisfied having not had sex in over 2 weeks, and attempt to seduce your heavy-eyed boyfriend, Changkyun. After failing to gain his attention on several accounts, he wakes only by the feeling of his hand between your legs, and proceeds to please, but of course with his mindset of “My way or the highway.”.

A/N: I’ve been stuck on this set of prompts for a while honestly (what’s new though..). At some point I really was just like “....wtf am i doing..?”, I don’t know if y’all can tell😂. Sorry these took so long. This is Version 1.

Version 2 is linked here

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“Changkyun..” you whisper-sang, eyes heavy as you pat his slowly rising and falling chest, visible from only the light of the screen ahead. “You stopped paying attention to the movie.”

“No no I saw it all,” he assures, eyes still entirely closed. “They told Jackson ‘don’t turn the corner’, because when the roof g-on.. sand...” his words gradually trail off and become jumbled as he dozes back to a light sleep. You straighten up, back now laying against the headboard as you reach for the remote and pause the TV. Really not wanting to disturb him, you sit for a second.

With the recent break in his schedule, Changkyun’s been finding himself finally resting well and spending time with you outside of his apartment, or you visiting the studio on your free days. It’s been a great time, not a second being wasted, but for 2 days he’s been here, and not a single day have either of you made any attempts for anything intimate.

Breaking the silence, you turn to him, criss-crossing your legs. “If you’re not gonna pay attention to the movie at least pay attention to me.” You meant to sound serious, but your voice obviously must have betrayed you as the corners of his mouth turn up. Nevertheless, needing to maintain your role, your hands reach out for him, hesitantly, but eventually reaching for his hand. Bouncing it up and down, you continue asking him to get up for just a second.

Him, thinking that you just want him to finish the movie you had him watching against his will, does not budge.

The tension in your core telling you to say “fuck it” and strip the little clothes he is wearing off, but your heart telling you to let him sleep in while he can. You sit up on your knees, getting a better angle to bother admire him, finding his skin to be glowing blue and white from the TV as you sit, taking in his beauty. Eyes low and shameless as you shift them down past his chest to his tummy.

Your body from this point on seemed to have a mind of its own as you try to subtly inch closer while slowly guiding his hand between your thighs and against the fabric of your panties, as he seemed to be asleep for the most part, not minding you at the moment.

Feeling like you’re finally getting somewhere, you can’t help but let what you wanted to be a sigh slip. Of course though your luck ends there as Changkyun awakes, realizing two things at once. 

One: you were definitely just grinding against his hand. He stills his wrist in your hold, and looks up to your face, a smirk growing. 

And two: “Was that a moan?!”

“No I-” “That was a fucking moan!”

His hand moves on his own accord now, sliding up your stomach a little only so he can slip his fingers under the waistband on your panties, just barely brushing his middle finger over the curve of your lips, not bothering to go any farther. Just as you seek out the perfect opportunity to shift your hips and ease his fingers into you, his hand retreats.

That same one coming up a couple inches from your face, his fingers glistening.

Dripping.

“Mmmm” he watches the light reflecting off his middle finger, pretending to think. “Well seeing as you don’t seem to care about bothering others for your pleasure,” he hooks both hands around your waist, pulling you to hover over him, your ass over his chest, “let’s hope you don’t mind it the other way around, yeah?”

Taking a hint, and feeling out of options given the position you’ve got yourself in, you reach under the waistband of his gray boxers, and take him in your hand, waiting for Changkyun to reciprocate by stripping you of your panties blocking your heat from his lips. Instead receiving a strained “Come on, baby.” as he lightly thrusts in your hand.

Without much delay after that you’re leaning further down, nipples grazing his abdomen while you swirl your tongue around the head of his dick, and suck it into your mouth in one smooth motion. A series of “Ooo”s and “FFuck”s slip from his mouth, which now you notice is not being of much help to you. “I bet you’ve been wanting my cock since I stepped through this door. But you try to get off with my fingers..” he tsks. “You still want them?” he asks, damn-well already knowing the answer.

“Please, baby..” you try to sweet talk him into touching you, adding in a little shake of your hips. And just as you could always expect from him (or so you thought) he gave in. Starting with trailing kisses from your mid inner thigh to pressing hot kisses on your clit through the fabric of your underwear. Shivering, you begin to sit up with the intention of stripping the remainder of your clothes, but that plan backfires as Changkyun slides a hand into your hair from behind, getting a sturdy grip, and firmly pushing your face back down until you know to wrap your lips back around him.

“You don’t need to move.” he assures you, now using his other hand to pull your panties to one side, first briefly getting caught off guard at the shining of your juices. He’d known you were wet by his touch earlier and by the wetness soaking through your underwear but-

"Jesus..”

Coming back to, he dives straight in making a bold, and slow lick from your clit to your opening, keeping his eyes on your back and watching as you have to pull him out of your mouth due to the angle your back was slowly arching. And without allowing you time to gather your thoughts back he once again pushes you down and sucks on your clit, teasing all of your built up desire, only stopping when he feels himself close to his orgasm.

“Awgh-sshit!” he hisses, lifting himself up a little to his elbows, a hand being sure to still pleasure you, but it doesn’t long as Changkyun begins to lose himself.

“I’m coming, I’m c-” he moans, head fallen back and fingers no longer moving on your clit, releasing in your mouth.

He winces after a couple more seconds of you helping him ride out his orgasm, and you, taking that as your que to stop, sit back, thighs pressing together. After wiping your corner of your mouth and looking up at him, you take in how he’s automatically looking twice as relaxed as before..

Kind of comfortable there.

If you didn’t know any better you’d think that he was close to dozing back off, thoughts being confirmed as you catch his eyelids drooping with a teasing, blissful smile on his face. “Uhm.. But I-I didn't cum.” you remind him softly, poking at his thigh.

“Oh.” he lifts his heavy lids to cut his eyes to you. “You can continue where you left off. Sorry I interrupted.” he almost sounds sincere, until you look down and see him offering you his right hand while he relaxes back into his original position, about to proceed with his rest.

“Are you serious right now?”

Prompt #: 57- “Get your hand out your pants.”

59- “Now just move your lips like this..”

Word Count: (I don’t think I usually put this, but since it’s my first time posting this much) 1.2k

Warning(s): Nope. Foreshadowing friends-to-lovers, pretty fluffy(?), just a kith, maybe suggestive at some part? Depends how much you linger on it

A/n: I don’t know how I feel about this. Kind of good, kind of mmmmmno. I try to so hard to write quick blurbs, but they never feel like they’re good enough, and I then end up typing 1k words..

Let me know what you think!!

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Your friendship with Wooyoung had always been one that used all your energy and time, and sanity, but in the finest way imaginable. He was your best friend whom you have defended, fought, comforted, relied on, and now support through his dreams.

To Wooyoung you were the girl who he’d always been one to subconsciously look for, even before becoming friends. (Yes, the first meeting of the two of you was premeditated, little did you know, but he’d probably accidentally admit it one day when he was really drunk). You were his greatest motivation and the funniest person he knew, but long before any of that, you were in fact, his crush.

It wasn’t too hard though, being your friend while simultaneously having feelings for you. He told himself a long time ago, he would willingly take however much time was needed and go at your pace, not wanting to intimidate you with his selfish feelings. He couldn’t lose you like that. He could spend ample time with you, and be able to treat you the way you should be treated with the way matters were now, so he wasn’t ready to risk it all just yet.

He’d always expected a day when you’d come to him, telling him of a cute boy, a crush or a boyfriend. Fortunately for him, he’d never heard such talk from you. Maybe “ooo”ing and “ahh”ing at a man in a movie, or every blue moon while you wander around together at the mall or in the street somewhere, but that was nothing too extreme. He too knows a handsome man when he sees one.

It’d be a surprise to him though to find that you had actually encountered people who had caught your eye, or asked you for your number or to go out somewhere, but you’d always catch yourself listening to a little voice in your head telling you not to get too ahead of yourself and ended up overthinking every interaction. Of course, sometimes, there would be an exchange of numbers, but dates? Not likely.

You could never truly find the reason for your preferred lack of romantic feelings with people you’ve met. Never knowing the finishing words to the sentence: “What about ____________?”

It’s not that you didn’t have feelings for Wooyoung, you thought he was extremely talented and knew he was really romantic and captivating. And sexy. But you can think those things, he’s your best friend. You’re not blind, anyone can see he is physically blessed with a sharp jaw, soft cheeks, a killer smile, and bold, pretty eyes. To be honest, of course you found Wooyoung attractive, and of course you were in love with his big personality, but unfortunately for him you were a little..different. You were a little naive. A little clueless when it came to picking up on his motives, which you would and could see only as friendly. A little slow on picking up on the signs and clues Wooyoung has been throwing these past years. 

But no, Wooyoung wouldn’t like you anyway, right? And that means that you shouldn’t like him. 

Right?

The show playing on the TV and lighting up the room behind you finally comes off of commercial, and you zone back in to real time, sighing at the thought of seeing your him again. Quick to reach for your phone, you text Wooyoung, asking for his ETA.

To: Woo🤷‍♂️🙆‍♂️🙆‍♂️

Heyyy!! I thought practice ended at 6:30, im hung!!

Hungry!!*

Read 7:23pm

You lean back huffing, letting the couch cushions consume you, but shoot back up, being surprised by a rough thump on your front door followed by muffled curses. 

The voice? 

Wooyoung.

“YA! Open the door, my hands are full!”, his loud voice echoed down the hall while you scatter to open it, finding him out of breath and cheesing hard when the door opens to your apartment. 

He watches your face, amused and laughing while you scan him, eyes widening at the excessive amount of grocery bags hanging in his hands and down from his forearms. “Wooyoung!” You go to scold him, trying to reach for some bags, but he dodges you, waddling through the door to the place the bags on the table. “No no no no-I got it.” 

You turn back facing him in the kitchen after you locked the door, eyes widening seeing the scene in front of you, and you call him out, 

“Get your hand out your pants.”

He’s surprised at first, but laughs it off trying to explain how he was fixing his clothes after having ran down your “long ass hallway” to get here with eight bags in his hands.

“Yeah right, Woo. The bathroom’s that way,” you tease, pointing down the hall.

“Pfft, you wish, huh?” his loud laugh rings through the room while you pretend to swing a bag at him.

After hustling to situate everything for the movie, the two of you can finally sit, eat and relish in each other's long awaited company (as if you don’t see each other everyday and have a movie night once a week). “Sarah should really just steal him away and move to Cuba.” you shake your head in disapproval at the main characters. 

“And why would she do that? She doesn’t even know if he has feelings for her.”

“Okay, so she doesn’t know, but maybe her feelings are strong enough to extent that she should feel confident enough to act on them and deal with the consequences.” you shift to face him for the first time since the conversation started, finding him to be already looking at you.

“So you don’t think he’s going to make the first move?” he questions, motioning his head to the TV. “I’m just saying even if he doesn’t feel the same way, maybe she should- you know, do it for the hell of it.”

“I see where you’re coming from.” Wooyoung shrugged. Only then did you heed the decreasing proximity between the two of you in the past minute as he moved even closer to you, nodding his head, scanning your eyes for any sign of doubt, (making sure you weren’t actually still talking about the movie) and confirming that the two of you were on the same page.

His hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb running across your cheek, and soon Wooyoung’s going for it, leaning in, finally making his move for the first time in almost 5 years. This was a big one after all. Physically sure it was just a kiss, but in reality this was going to be a life-altering moment.

As his face approaches your senses increase tenfold; you’re able to smell the fruity fragrance of the gummies he’d been eating, and to feel the change in the air’s temperature as he nears. The distance is slowly closing and although you hadn’t at all planned for today to be the day (or any day at that), everything feels like it led up to this moment. Your heart is, understandably so, shaking out of your chest, but you’re nervous, what exactly do you expect before your first kiss.

Your first kiss..

You pull away, slightly frantic and out of breath from the nothing that has yet to happen. “Wooyoung.” You pull away pressing a halting hand on his chest, “I don’t know what I’m doing..” your eyes dart around the room avoiding his gaze.

“I’ve got you. Now-” his voice is a hoarse whisper, tongue peeking out for a second to lightly wet his lips, a habit you’re used to, but in the moment is not helping with your nerves. The inner battle with yourself is cut short however with the second attempt of Woo leaning into you.

Pairing: Hongjoong X Reader

44,50: “We’d make such a cute couple.” “Just your wrists. If you don’t like it, we can stop.” VERSION 1

A/N: I had this interesting idea that evolved from a bad habit I have. I’ll start writing something, stop liking it, and start an entirely different version. Well. I think from now on I’m just going to let myself finish both and just post them, and let you guys just have both of them. I need to learn to start letting go and stop holding back because then I won’t be making any progress..

So anyway this is another failed attempt at making a drabble. It’s still feels a little too long, but the more i condensed it- T_T. Oh. Mygodh.

Here’s version 2

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“We’d make such a cute couple..” Hongjoong mumbles more so to himself, but still audible to you. His face shifted from his light smile to pure shock, not believing his own self, hand swinging up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Hongjoong I swear to god..” You sigh throwing your head back on the bed, currently done and trying to process the sudden attack as he’s kneeling, laughing above you, hands sliding up and down your sides.

Your relationship with Hongjoong, at least the way it is now, was completely unintentional. You had actually been new friends, progressing from that to sleeping together once, and from that to calling each other no less than three times a week.

But despite the situation, you never quite felt like a “booty call” as your friends liked to tease. He’d always been kind and patient with you, kind of romantic, but you had assumed that was just his personality shining through.

Recently though, he’d been a little more.. upfront about everything. Asking you to come over, but not for sex, for dinner. Surprising you with little gifts when he arrives at your place. Texting you everyday for actual conversation. Throwing compliments out whenever he felt like it. Being slightly more affectionate in public, including at times, around his friends. 

It hadn't been rare in the past two weeks that you’d end up with his arm slung around your waist or a quick kiss on your cheek in passing.

The two of you dismiss the topic and for minutes find yourselves completely consumed in each other, lips moving endlessly together, hands everywhere, needing to feel as much as possible.

“Mh-” Hongjoong begins to speak. “We need to talk. Need to tell you something.” He manages through kisses.

“Later.” You pull away, holding your wrists out. “As for right now you were saying something about..” you cut your eyes down to your hands and back up to him.

Hongjoong laughs it off, shaking his head at you and walking to his desk, picking up his tie he sat there earlier in preparation for this and comes back to sit next to you, grabbing and kissing your hand.

“Just your wrists. If you don’t like it, we can stop.” his voice is gentle

“How do I look?” You ask, posing after he’s got your wrists bound together, trying to bring some lightheartedness back into the room.

Pairing: Hongjoong X Reader

44,50: “We’d make such a cute couple.” “Just your wrists. If you don’t like it, we can stop.” VERSION 2

A/N: I had this interesting idea that evolved from a bad habit I have. I’ll start writing something, stop liking it, and start an entirely different version. Well. I think from now on I’m just going to let myself finish both and just post them, and let you guys just have both of them. I need to learn to start letting go and stop holding back because then I won’t be making any progress..

This is version 2. Version 1 is linked here.

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Initially, Hongjoong called you telling you about something that’s been troubling him, and asked if he could visit to talk it over with you. Of course however, when it came time to actually talk and Joong’s nerves started to get the best of him, he tried to postpone the situation by distracting you with little kisses and touches.

That, for the most part is what got you in the position you’re in now. With the sensation of the tickle of breath on your neck, you smile, feeling all of your previous stress melt away with every touch to your skin. “Come on with it already.” you almost whined, rushing, hoping he was going to give in and the two of you could just get on with it, your need guiding your thoughts.

After long days of working, and feeling buried by stress, most times you found a solution with just a click on your phone. Call Hongjoong, your long time(ish) friend turned-friend-with-benefits. He’d always head straight over anytime you would call him sounding a little put-off when talking about how your day went, sometimes already having grabbed his keys when seeing your name popping up on his phone.

He was there for you, in more ways than one. He motivated you to keep pushing through school, supported you through tough times, tolerated you on days like this.

He loved you.

Hongjoong could most certainly imagine himself with you, often times just looking at you and thinking, ‘We’d make such a cute couple.’. He knew that for sure, and that was actually why he wanted to come over originally, but with the fear of ruining the relationship the two of you have grown so accustomed to, he backed out. In turn he began watching the dim light catch in your eyes every time you looked over at him, and the warm color of your lips darkening after taking a sip from your hot tea.

‘I’ll bring it up later.’ he allows himself to dismiss it and live in the moment, not wasting the opportunity of spending time with you on a perfectly good night like tonight.

“Just your wrists. If you don’t like it, we can stop.” Hongjoong’s says, proceeding with tying your hands together with a tie that he gave you the honor of choosing from his closet via FaceTime.

“Ohh, a gentleman.” you tease, afterwards assuring him you’ll let him know if it gets too much.

“Good? I told you you’d like this.” he smirks after having you test the tightness with a light tug. “Mmhm. Be sure to show me a good time then, yeah?” you challenge back, lifting your tied wrists around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

🔜Namjoon:

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9, 25: “How long has it been since you last slept?” “Wash your hands, then hug me.”

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91, 22:  “Move back and forth just a little-yeah like that.” “Could you hold my hand?”

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24, 27: “Why don’t you kiss me then?” “Well, I’m flattered that you’re jealous.”

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(To Anon: Prompt #42 was requested for Seonghwa literally RIGHT before this one😭. Sorry! I decided to still go with 72 tho!! Thank you for your patience!!)

[A/n: For this being my first time writing smut I don’t entirely hate myself for it! Hope you guys enjoy!]

Prompt #: 72- “That was fucking hot.”

Warning(s): Seonghwa’s BEAUTIFUL self, Neck kissing, (idk if I should say: Implied??)Fingering, Late-night sex, Nipples are out (all 4), Mention of spit, but not how you think-I can explain, It’s cold brr, hinting at Soft Dom Seonghwa ahaha jk…..

………unless???…

ENJOY.

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“Ughh, it’s so cold.” you sighed, sticking yourself impossibly closer to Seonghwa, who was welcoming you with open arms.

“We can keep each other warm,” he says, placing his chin in the dip between your shoulder and neck. “that’s no problem.” The two of you continue your movie binge watching, subconsciously snuggling closer, and while doing so Seonghwa surprises you, pressing his cold nose into your neck.

You lean away and swat at him, “Ah-Hey stop.”. Your swings, too short to make any serious impact, come to a halt as his arms reach back around you, quickly scooping and pulling you backwards, landing right back to the original position of you leaning back on him. Giggling, you warn him that he better stop if he doesn’t want an ice cold hand on his back.

Meanwhile, he slyly nuzzles against you again, this time bringing his lips to your neck, the warmth being a direct contrast of his previous touch there. “Yeah?” he teases, your skin, just barely even trailing it with his bottom lip. “Mmhm..” you hum, becoming distracted.

Seonghwa’s a gentle man (during gentle times), and this occurs most often with you of course, always being sure to start things off softly, and never failing to surprise you with his subtle but drastic switch of personality. So you appreciated these times, being given a couple minutes of mental preparation for the pleasure he’s about to lay on you. “Relax, baby, I’ve got you,” he says, rubbing your tense shoulders.

The tingle and the goosebumps that rise up your back and arms are caused by the touch, but even just the sound of his lips against your neck are almost wicked, and the combination has you squeezing your thighs together, and securing a grip on the blanket laying now only halfway on you.

“Good?” he checks in, unlatching from you, shuffling to replace his body with a pillow so you can lay back comfortably while he continues with his touches. With you laying back, he has full access to everything he could want, first reaching under his your hoodie, knowing of your lack of bra, and rubs up your stomach to your boobs, circling his palms over your nipples. Lifting the warm clothing up for only a second, he wrapped his lips around each bud, leaving it wet with spit, and for a final measure, just to wind you up, blows air across them, leaving you slightly arched and shivering.

Sucking air in through your teeth, you grip his wrist, dragging it down to rest on your hip.

“Mhh, okay babe, I want you”, you all but whine, wriggling your hips unintentionally from the touch of his firm fingertips at the waistband on your panties, “please.”

Slipping his fingers into your underwear, he “ooh’s” at the immediate wetness greeting him. “There’s no rush baby, you’ve got to deal with me all night.” he murmurs, rubbing wide, diligent circles on your clit, making you spread your knees, giving his arm more space.

He’s quick to take advantage of the generous amount of space, and tries scooting a little down the bed, but is restrained by the big blanket the two of you had been covering up with. “Fucking-” he curses at it, hurrying to collect it quickly, fighting his clean-freak mind telling him to fold it up, and throws it to the side. Suddenly feeling hot, he grabs hold of the bottom of his shirt, bringing it up and over his head, and flings to somewhere on the bed, his toned chest, and smooth shoulders shielding your mind from any other thoughts.

You hardly have time to blink before you’re being pulled down the bed by your legs, his grip coming to the outsides of your thighs, giving a good squeeze before moving to tug your panties down your legs, those also becoming lost somewhere, but not being a concern of yours right now. He takes a couple seconds to stay and admire you for a second, eyes low and full of lust, hands under your hoodie probably pinching at your nipples, soft stomach on display, legs restless. He sighed, shaking his head with a slight smirk on his face, “Lucky guy..” he congratulates himself, eyes moving back to your pussy, wet and nearly being pushed in his face as your raise your hips up.

“Aht, aht” he pins your hips to the bed, proceeding to trail his middle and ring finger from your clit, down the lips, and back up. Your throat releasing something like a mewl while you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Not phased by your actions, Seonghwa delivers without needing words, and slips his fingers into your mouth, feeling you close your lips around them, swirling your tongue before releasing them with a lewd pop. “That was fucking hot.” His fingers make one final pass over your clit and back down before sinking both of them in, twisting slightly.