#extra-prompts

Vernon has you pinned down on the bed, his usual lazy demeanor replaced by his desperate need for you. It was sudden. He didn’t even give you a warning. But you could see it in his eyes.

“Missed you,” he says breathlessly as he grabs your face with one hand, squeezing till you open your mouth, “Gonna be good for me, baby?”

You nod eagerly, already writhing beneath him as you feel something poke against your hip. He smiles and you already know what to do.

Your tongue sticks out, eyes never leaving his as he spits directly in your open mouth. You moan, but don’t do anything until he tells you, “Swallow.”

Once you do, he captures your lips in a kiss so hot it makes you ache. You can feel his erection steadily growing, and he lifts your shirt up to free your pretty tits.

While you suck on his tongue and arch up against him, he’s kneading your chest and lands a firm smack on your left tit. You yelp at the slight sting, breaking the kiss, “V-Vern!”

“What’s wrong?” He says lowly as he pulls your shirt all the way off and does the same to your pants and underwear. You shiver at the cold air on your body, your now bare pussy already glistening with arousal. There was nothing wrong. Vernon doesn’t hurt you, “Fuck… look at you…” his thumb slid across your clit, making you gasp.

“Nggh!” you whine, and he pulls back to take his own clothes off. He’s slow as he takes out his cock, long and hard and red at the tip where it leaks. It’s breathtaking, really. Every single time.

He grabs your thighs and pushes your legs up to your chest, folding you in half and slotting himself right between them so his throbbing cock rests on your core. It’s warm, hot, and it feels like it’s searing into your folds.

Vernon’s grip is tight as he leans down and places messy kisses across your tits, spitting on them and watching as your eyes gloss over with lust. He licks his lips and bites down on your neck, making you arch and slide your wetness along his length. He moans right in your ear, one hand leaving your thigh to line himself up with your needy hole.

“Open.”

You immediately obey, opening your mouth and feeling the stretch as he pushes his tip past your entrance. At the same time, he lets a thick string of saliva fall from his lips onto your tongue.

You’re moaning and writhing as inch after inch impales you, but he doesn’t tell you to swallow. So you keep it in your mouth, your own saliva pooling.

He lands another firm smack on your right tit, nearly making you choke on the spit before he captures you in an open-mouthed kiss. You push it into his mouth, feeling some leak from the corners of his lips at the same time he slams the rest of the way into you.

The moan it rips from you is guttural, his tip pressed snugly against your cervix. You can feel him throb against it while you kiss, swapping spit and purposefully letting some spill down your chin.

He growls into your mouth as he begins to move, thrusting hard and deep just to watch your face as he takes your breath away.

“Like that?” He asks, hand coming up to cup your flushed face— thumb sliding across your wet lips and down your chin before resting the same hand over your throat, his fingertips pressed against your pulse point to feel how bad he gets you.

“Tell me. Does it feel good?”

Your heart is racing. Your walls flutter around his shaft, sound of skin on skin filling the room as his balls slap against your ass. You’re so wet, coating him thoroughly when he buries himself deep, “S-so fucking good!” you cry out.

It’s insane how fast he can get you there. Every movement rips desperate moans and whimpers from your throat, and he can feel the vibrations through his palm. He attaches his lips to your collarbone— licking and sucking and leaving a wet mess along with marks that you’ll struggle to cover up.

You’re already gone, but he makes sure of it the second his free hand gets to your clit. Slapping it lightly and rubbing it in time with his thrusts, “How good? Let me hear it.”

All you can do is cling to him as he fucks harder. Deeper, “G-god—”

Your moans are incoherent babbles. Gasps for air and curses mixed with his name. You can tell by the way he grunts that he’s close too, but he’s holding back. Sweat dripping down his temples from the effort.

“Cum for me,” he demands, slapping your clit harder and making you cry out— legs trembling as your pussy traps him inside. It comes in burning waves, crashing together intensely and washing over you. Your mind goes blank. Nothing but Vernon occupying it. You can’t even hear yourself over the ringing in your ears.

He hisses through his teeth, still playing with your clit as he fucks you through it, “Shit, you’re so goddamn tight when you cum…”

You’re whimpering, arching and grinding against him as the heat in your stomach slowly dissipates. Only Vernon can make you cum like this.

“Can’t take it… can’t take it, baby,” he groans, pulling out as soon as you collapse and crawls up your body— straddling your chest. He pushes your tits together, spitting on them to make them slick and slipping his cock in between. You moan as you watch him fuck them, his muscles rippling with every movement.

“Fuck…” you breathe out, helping him hold your tits together to make it nice and tight for him, and his face scrunches in pleasure.

He’s breathing heavy through clenched teeth, calling out your name as his hips stutter. You don’t even wait for him to tell you to open your mouth, you simply do. And he erupts immediately at the sight.

“Oh, god— fuck— take my cum!” he nearly whimpers, “So pretty… so good for me…”

White, hot liquid sprays across your chest and into your mouth. You take it all eagerly, closing your eyes as he covers your face in his cum. You moan, feeling it drip down your forehead and chin.

He’s coming down from his high, and you swallow what’s in your mouth. When he realizes how he’s covered you, he immediately climbs off of you and reaches for the tissues.

“Dammit, I almost got it in your eyes…” he says, his voice hoarse yet soft, “I’m so sorry, baby.”

His touch is gentle as he wipes your face clean, allowing you to open your eyes again. He cleans off your chest too.

You smile, looking up at him, “It’s okay… I forgive you.”

He laughs breathlessly, throwing the tissues away and collapsing next to you. He pulls you close to him— not caring that you’re both sweaty and dirty. He rubs your back and kisses the top of your head, “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

You melt in his embrace, aching body relaxing completely. His concern makes you laugh too, caressing his bicep tenderly as you bury your face in his chest, “Of course not, Vern. You’re perfect. Always.”

He goes quiet and hugs you tighter, “I love you.”

You smile against his skin, loving how soft he can be even after single-handedly destroying your insides. You hear the possessiveness in his voice, and it makes you feel safer than anything else ever could.

“God, Jihoon looks so good doesn’t he?” You say for about the thousandth time since he buzzed his hair and dyed it pink.

“How many times are you gonna say that?” Soonyoung said, passing it off as a joke with a tiny laugh. But there’s a hint of jealousy in his tone.

You’re too oblivious to notice, scrolling on your phone through pictures of the most recent concert as you laid next to him on his bed, “No, but seriously! I can’t get over it! He really pulls off every hairstyle.”

Soonyoung isn’t the type to get mad at you, but he was starting to feel his blood boil a bit. It’s been Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon for days, and not one compliment about him.

He wanted your attention too.

“I bet you’d be with him right now if he was awake, huh?” He grumbles as he tries to pretend to be on his own phone.

You roll your eyes and look over at him, “What, no! I’d be hanging out with the both of you!”

You should’ve seen it then. You should’ve known. But you, Soonyoung, and Jihoon had some drinks earlier… and you weren’t really capable of reading between the lines.

He doesn’t respond, and you just brush it off. You don’t notice as he glances over at you, watching you scroll through social media posts about Jihoon and his new look.

His gaze falls lower, eyes raking over your bare thighs. He loved that you were comfortable enough to lounge in nothing but your underwear and a shirt (his shirt, mind you) around him, but he also fucking hated it. Hated how it made him feel. Hated how he was overthinking the way you squeeze your thighs together as you scroll.

Was it a mindless action? Or was the sight of Jihoon turning you on? He couldn’t take it.

“What’s it like thinking about Jihoon while you’re lying here in my bed wearing my shirt?”

You honestly didn’t even hear him at first, he spoke so low. So casually. Like he was talking to himself. But it hits you after a few seconds. You blink, looking over at him, “What?”

There was no trace of a smile on his lips. No sparkle in his eye.

He clenches his jaw and suddenly grabs your wrist, pinning it down on the mattress as he hovers halfway over you.

You drop your phone, eyes widening at his unusual behavior, “Seriously, Soonyoung… what is it?”

His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol that was still in his system. Yours probably were too. You couldn’t see his face very clearly. The light was dim and your confusion made it hard to focus. You try to pull your hand away.

“If you want him so bad, why don’t you crawl into bed with him? Huh?”

You freeze. The atmosphere suddenly felt crushing. And you became hyper aware of everything that was Soonyoung.

His natural scent mixed with his body wash, his big warm and calloused hand wrapped around your wrist, the front of his body pressed into your side. And only now do you notice his leg slotted between both of yours.

You suppress a shiver, breathing heavier as you finally see his eyes.

Especially when he leans in, your faces inches apart. Your body is on fire, aching with something usually kept hidden as you try to identify that look on his face.

You reach out with your free hand, about to attempt to push him away so you can think and talk properly, “S-Soonie, I—“

“Don’t call me that,” He says suddenly, catching your hand to lace your fingers together and pin it above your head.

Your mouth shuts immediately.

“I dyed my hair too…” he whispers, leaning in even further until his nose nudges your jawline, “Do I look good?”

You swallow hard, that deepened voice smooth as silk in your ear… and his lips graze against your throat.

“Soonie,” you try to say firmly, but you finally shiver.

“I said don’t call me that,” he squeezes your hand, pulling away to meet your eyes again. And you finally recognize that look on his face, “Not when I have you like this…”

Desperation.

The realization hits you like a truck.

His knee is shoving your legs apart so he can get between them, and you feel yourself tense as he now has a perfect view of your panties. Yet you say nothing. Instead, you swallow a moan. And again when his lips press a soft kiss against your shoulder.

He lets go of your hands so he’s free to slide his down your sides— pressing his body weight into every inch of you, “Does he turn you on?”

Your breath catches in your throat, the heat in your body reaching a boiling point. He kisses up the side of your neck slowly, successfully pulling a breathy moan from you. He continues all the way to your jaw, “What about me, baby? What do I make you feel?”

Heat. You were feeling heat. Pooling in your stomach, your throat, your chest, between your legs…

His hands go down your hips slowly. Your eyes fall shut, your skin burning, and he finally grips your thighs, “Do you think I could make you wet?”

Your eyes snap back open, gasping as his left hand slides up your inner thigh— fingers inching closer to the seam of your panties. But he pauses, watching as you squirm. And he takes that as a green light.

It in fact was.

Those fingers gently caressed the print of your pussy, his lip caught between his teeth as he groaned at the sight. And you could see your slick covering his fingertips just from that.

He locks eyes with you as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Your jaw drops, another gush of arousal seeping through your panties.

“Fuck, you taste good…” he says under his breath, “Is this for me?”

His thumb caresses your clit through the thin fabric, making you suck in a harsh breath, “Or Jihoon?”

When you don’t respond, he rips your panties off and throws them aside. His fingers run through your folds instantly, two of them burying inside your aching hole.

You keen, and he presses against your sweet spot, “Answer me.”

Pure, unadulterated moans were practically ripped from your throat as he slowly fingered you— dragging his fingertips against your walls deliberately. Teasing, but stimulating every inch of your insides.

“Who is this for?” He repeats.

You can hardly breathe, writhing beneath him. You had never seen, nor heard Soonyoung like this. And it was fucking intoxicating. You were slowly losing yourself in this bliss.

It just forced its way out, loud and clear, “You… S’for you, Soonie!”

His fingers pause, and you see his face change. The desperation in his expression multiplying.

“Fuck,” he moans, pulling his fingers out and sitting up on his knees— shoving his shorts and boxers down his thighs to free his painful erection, “I’ll show you how good I am. How good I can make you feel.”

Your head spins at the sight of his cock. Thick and leaking, tip red and angry. And the rest of his clothes are discarded.

He slots himself between your legs, cock hovering over your needy pussy as he pushes your shirt up and kisses all the way from your lower stomach to your chest… pausing to lift it over your head and throw it aside too.

His big hands cup your chest, squeezing and kneading when he leans down to lick your nipple. And at the same time, he finally slides against you.

Your body jolts, moaning instantly at the contact. You couldn’t believe how sensitive you were, how good it felt just to have him like this. He moans too, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.

“God, Soonyoung—“ you whine, hips bucking against him to create more friction between your bodies. Your hands run through his blueish-silver hair, tugging it lightly… and that seems to do it for him.

He almost growls against your chest, moving to your other nipple to bite it gently and swirl his tongue around the hardened bud, “Now you pay attention…” he says, releasing your nipple to make his way to your lips.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Soonie…” you whimper against his hovering mouth.

He grabs the back of your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest to spread you open completely, and he finally kisses you properly.

His lips are soft and warm… their movements hungry and greedy. He moans into your mouth and forces his tongue inside, tasting you as he poked the tip of his cock against your hole to make you squirm.

The kiss leaves you breathless when he pulls away, sitting back on his knees and holding your legs up steadily, “Watch my cock split you open. Watch me fuck your pussy.”

You moan embarrassingly loud, nodding eagerly and looking down just in time for him to slide in. His face immediately scrunches, hissing through his teeth at your tight warmth and the sight of your hole stretching to accommodate him.

“Oh my fucking god—“ you nearly choke, eyes never leaving where you connect as you feel him slowly reach deeper and deeper.

His hands shake as they hold you in place, now fully sheathed. And his head falls back, eyes squeezed shut as he twitches inside, “Jesus Christ, you’re already milking me…”

You reach out desperately, breathing heavily as your hands map out every muscle in his torso, “S-so good… so full…” you hardly get out, clenching around him almost rhythmically while you admire his naked form.

He throbs against your cervix, looking back down at you with a fire in his eye. His hips start moving slowly, so calculated like he’s putting on a show, “Yeah? Feel me in your stomach, baby?”

He releases one of your legs to press his hand down on your lower stomach, creating a deep pressure that allowed you to feel each and every inch that pulled out and pushed back in.

“Fuck!” You cry out. He starts to go faster, breaking you into pieces, “Soonyoung!”

It was too good. He was so fucking deep that the air was being knocked out of your lungs. You were almost in tears, only a few strokes in. His moans, breathy and deep, had your clit throbbing.

His nails drag down your ribs, and he leans down to kiss and suck on your neck, “Gonna make you mine… gonna paint your insides…”

His breath is hot against your skin, marking you up while his fingers find your clit. You’re so wet, dripping all over him, and his balls are slapping against your ass.

“Please… please, I’m yours!”

You hold onto his biceps for dear life, hips moving in rhythm with his as he reaches even deeper, “That’s it— that’s my baby. All. Fucking. Mine.”

Your mind is gone. You’re just a broken, moaning mess beneath his beautiful, glistening body.

As soon as your orgasm nears, Soonyoung’s movements grow erratic. Groaning through his teeth as he struggles to fuck your needy pussy while it’s clamping down on him so hard.

Your nails dig into his biceps as you arch into him, “Cumming! I’m cumming, Soonie! Fuck!”

A deep, rumbling, guttural moan tears from his throat and he’s rubbing your clit with godlike speed… his cock slamming into you even harder than before.

He holds you down, full body weight on top of you as you completely lose it. Cumming all over his pistoning cock. And he follows shortly after, painting your insides like he promised. Biting down hard on your shoulder like he’s breeding you.

You’re both clinging to each other, slowly coming down from your highs. He kisses along your jaw, rubbing your sides soothingly. You do the same to him in return.

“So good… so good for me…”

He eventually sits up, running his hands down the front of your body to admire your fucked-out look… and he slowly pulls his softening cock from your used pussy.

“God, look at that…” he groans, holding your legs apart to watch his cum drip. He reaches down to scoop some up with his fingers, smirking as he brings them to your lips. You open for him, and he shoves them inside, “See? That’s how I taste, baby…”

You moan around his fingers, tongue immediately going to work and licking them clean. Once you swallow, he pulls them out slowly.

Changsub made a mistake. The biggest mistake of his life.

For two years, you watched your relationship lose the spark it once had. You knew it wouldn’t be easy dating an idol, but Changsub had managed it so well before that you weren’t even worried.

He’s juggled you and his projects just fine. But it seemed that this time, he couldn’t. On his long trips that ranged from weeks to months, his calls and text messages fell flat. He was clearly distracted, clearly stressed, and there was nothing you could do.

You were often left alone in his house, the one you both shared, and slept alone in his bed longing for his warm embrace. Even when he’d come back for a visit, it wasn’t the same.

The distance grew. More missed calls, more delayed messages, more empty promises and less attention. You were lonely. You knew he loved you, he’s loved you for years. But it felt like you were no longer enough.

And so the day he came home to see his house empty— your toothbrush gone, your clothes, every little personal touch you added to his space gone— he shattered.

It felt like his heart was beaten black and blue, like it was turned inside out and ripped right from his chest. He couldn’t even breathe.

He couldn’t make it to his bed, either. Sobbing for hours on end with that painful grip on his heart. The wooden floors did nothing to soothe his grief.

You were his. He was yours. But he was never there. He took everything for granted. The safety, the stability, the strength you provided by simply being alive.

That’s not the man he is. That’s not the man he wanted to be. But somehow, as he got too comfortable being busy, it’s the man he became.

When he finally crawled his broken body into bed that night, laid out on the sheets woven in your scent, he cried every tear out of his head. Until his eyelids scratched his irises like sandpaper. Until his mistakes haunted the back of them as he slept. Until he prayed he wouldn’t wake up.

But instead, he awoke in the consequences of his actions.

You didn’t even leave a note.

He spent his days alone. Locked inside, not eating right, texting and calling and even asking your friends.

Not one reply.

He realized that this is what you felt for two years. You were alone in the same bed he now felt empty in.

A week went by. He wasn’t getting better. And his texts and calls slowly stopped. You thought he finally gave up, even let you go. After just a week, and he’s moved on?

Oh, how you were wrong.

He was searching for you. He didn’t care if he looked crazy, showing up at your parent’s doorstep and begging them to tell him where you were.

Multiple doors were shut in his face. None of your friends and family even let him speak.

It was late. The sun went down hours ago. He sat in his car alone, listening to the crickets chirp. The ringing in his ears making him ache.

He was about to call it another long, painful night. Cry himself to sleep again. But he decided to go back to your parent’s house. He didn’t expect you to be there… he just hoped he could convince them to finally tell him where you were.

As he rang the doorbell, staring down at his feet, he heard that voice. That sweet, familiar voice.

“Mom, it’s he—!“ the door was opened. And there you were.

You locked eyes, and time froze.

“Baby—“ his voice shook as he took a step forward, all of his pain resurfacing at the sight of you.

You shook your head, the breath punched out of your lungs, “No… Changsub, no…”

You attempt to close the door, fighting back your tears. But he stops it with a desperate hand, “Please… please, just talk to me. Let me fix this.”

“No!” You shouted, and you watched something in him break. You take a deep breath, a sob fighting its way out, and you wanted so bad to just fall back into his arms… but you couldn’t. Your tears were searing through your skin, “I can’t… I can’t do this! You missed every chance to make it right.”

His frame shrunk. With each exhale, he got smaller and smaller. Until he disappeared into the concrete below him as you spoke your last words.