#galbiyun

you were the one assigned to show him around campus—and his seat mate in every class you shared.

some weeks ago, jungwon told you he was ready to go further in your relationship.

still, you weren’t that ready yet. you were sure he was the one you wanted to be your first, but you hand insecurities as any other person would—like jungwon could, and obviously did.

you were sitting on your bed, waiting for jungwon to come home when it clicked—no matter what he always respected and supported you. whether you were right or wrong, he was next to you.

you had imagined the first time with him multiple times—how weren’t you ready?

minutes later the loud sound of the front door slamming close brought you back from your thoughts.

it usually took jungwon a minute or two before coming to the bedroom.

in that time, you gathered your thoughts and made the decision—you were ready, and you weren’t afraid of it anymore.

you were in front of the door, hand already on the handle when jungwon opened it from the other side.

his face lightened instantly when he showed you, his smile making his dimples appear in his cheeks.

“hi babe.” ,his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you like you would disappear.

you slowly pulled away from him, your hands trembling as you realised you were going to have him—finally.

“jungwon,” his eyes snapped open when he heard you calling him—surprised by the serious tone of your voice— “i’m ready. i want you. tonight.”

your whole body was shaking as you waited for him to realise what you had just said.

you watched his face go from confused and anxious to relieved.

yet, he didn’t smile. his eyes were unreadable. lust, need, want, anticipation. everything.

his hands held your waist, his lips found yours.

the kiss was soft, like you had all the time in the world—like time had stopped and was waiting for you two.

he slowly moved towards the bed—unnoticed by you— until the back of your knees hit it.

he waited for you to lay down while he hovered above you, not breaking the kiss.

his hands moved from your waist—one to hold the back of your neck to deepen the kiss and one to your inner thigh.

he opened your legs gently just to fit between them—you could feel the outline of his hardened cock on your clit, even if there were layers of fabric separating you.

your hands moved from the back of his neck to the gap between were his shirt hung and his sweatpants, your hands touching the skin under—just enough to make him have goosebumps all over his body.

you broke the kiss to catch your breath but someone was impatient.

jungwon removed your shirt, leaving you in the lace bra you wore minutes before he arrived.

he followed by removing his own shirt too—his toned torso and broad shoulders being expose to the light as much as needed—with the only source of light being the lamp on the bedside table.

his lips moved to your neck—giving you a moment to breathe while he moved lower, kissing the area between your breasts before unclasping your bra—letting it fall before throwing it on the floor.

he moved downwards, his lips leaving kisses along your body until he came face to face with your clothes pussy.

he looked up at you to make sure you didn’t regret it—his eyes expressive, but they were still unreadable.

you nodded before letting your head rest on the pillows.

his hands moved slowly, taking of your pants and underwear off in one slow motion.

he undressed himself—leaving both of you naked.

you had both agreed that when you weren’t going to have any kind of head, fingering, or shortly anything like that. just some prep if it was needed.

so you didn’t.

you watched jungwon reach to the small table by your side—grabbing a condom from the drawer—you always had them lying around, not knowing if they would be useful or not soon.

he lips met yours again as he rolled the condom on his member, aligning it to your entrance.

he entered one of his fingers in you to make sure no prep or lube was needed—which he removed fast since you were practically dripping on the sheets.

he broke the kiss, placing his forehead on yours—his breath fanning on your lips as his eyes were locked on yours. “ready?”

his voice came out soft—but still it was dominant—like he knew he still had control of the moment.

“yes.”

he entered you slowly, letting you adjust to him.

he knew he was big—in both length and width—which he also knew might make it harder for you to take him for the first time.

surprisingly—he bottomed out easily, which you were also not struggling with. it was quick for pain to be replaced by pleasure.

you nodded at him once again, letting him know it was okay to move.

he thrusted in you slowly, not entering his whole length in you with each thrust.

he watched your face as it transformed between pleasure and pain—like you didn’t know which of the two you were feeling.

it didn’t take long for your moans to echo in the room—becoming louder by the second as he started pushing more and more of his length in you.

he didn’t hold himself back—low moans and whimpers escaped his lips.

his thrusts became sloppier as he reached his high, waiting for you to give him a warning before climaxing yourself.

one.

two.

three.

“fuckkk—jungwon i’m cumming!”

you came at the same time—your chests raising and falling as you caught your breath.

he waited for a moving before exiting you—making you hiss at the sudden loss of the warm.

his hands came to your cheeks, his thumbs caressing the skin as his lips pecked your nose.

“you okay, babe? do you want me to run you a bath?”

you shook your head sightly as you felt every ounce of energy disappear from your body.

“no, want us to stay here, in bed. please.”

he smiled at you before entering the bathroom, throwing the condom in the the trash can before returning back with a warm towel.

he cleaned you up slowly, making sure to touch you softly.

he placed the towel on the side before lying next to you, covering your now tangled bodies with the blanket.

your head was against his chest, listening to his heartbeat while his resting on top of yours, his hands holding your waist loosely.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

RIKI NISHIMURA

!! step-dad ni-ki for @r1k100

you knew riki before your mom even had the chance to mention him. the moment you opened the door to tell your mother’s date that she would be downstairs in a minute you froze. just a night or two before you were getting pounded by this man. the man you had met an hour before that at a club your mom didn’t know you were at, thinking you were having a sleepover at your best friend. you saw him go white as a ghost for a moment before he collected himself. “well hello pretty, didn’t think i’d find you here.” before your mom was going down the stairs you had already exchanged numbers, just in case ‘something happened’ and he needed to inform you. you didn’t say anything. the next day you got home from uni, thinking you would find your mom. instead, riki was sat on the couch, shirt of, sweatpants low, waiting for you to come through the door. somehow, your mom had left to run a quick errand, leaving him waiting for you. he walked up to you, took your bag from your hands and dropped it to the floor. before you knew you were pushed onto the door with riki’s hands on your waist pushing you against him. unluckily, for you, your mom came through the door ten minutes after. she only saw you both sat on the couch looking at your phones. next week he had stopped replying to your mother texts and calls. instead, you were at his place everyday after lessons, watching shows, making out, fucking. needless to say, you didn’t have the courage to introduce your new boyfriend to your mother.

october 6; sunghoon smut links

october 7; breeding kink with jay

october 8; tinder date gone wrong jay,jake

october 9; double penetration with wonki

october 10;

october 11; jay smut links

october 12; praise kink niki

october 13;

october 14; sunghoon temperature play

october 15;

october 16; heeseung smut links

october 17;

october 18; role play with jungwon

october 19; jake semi public risk --balcony

october 20;

october 21; sunoo smut links

october 22; sex by the beach with jake

october 23; ghostface heeseung

october 24; step-dad sunghoon & ni-ki

october 25; enhypen members as your sneaky links (ot7)

october 26; jungwon smut links

october 27; teacher heeseung

october 28; officer jay

october 29; sunoo mirror play

october 30; overstimulation with sunghoon

JAY —as your best friend

bsf!jay who only started to see you romantically when uni started—unable to stop his thoughts from coming back to you.

bsf!jay who couldn’t control himself around you after some time—always excusing himself to go to the toilet.

bsf!jay whose desire for you just kept growing more and more each day, making him finally confess to you.

bsf!jay who didn’t expect you to react so calmly—getting surprised when you admitted you felt the same way.

fwb!jay who had to hold back himself the first time he touched you—having to go multiple rounds after so much time of wanting —needing you.

fwb!jay who knew you were always ten minutes away when he needed someone to talk to—or someone to deep throat him.

fwb!jay whose relationship with you didn’t change despite being sexual with each other—in fact, your chemistry with him had everyone thinking you were just really close friends—really close friends who in reality pleasured each other.

JAKE —as your teacher

teacher!jake who transferred to your school three months ago, just a week after school started.

teacher!jake who already had his eyes on you when he saw you at the schoolyard the very same day.

teacher!jake who didn’t try anything at first, knowing you were his student, even he was only six years older.

teacher!jake who had you and your friends confused whether he was flirting with you or not—when he leaned a little too close when giving you an answer, asking you to stay after class when in reality all he did was say nothing and flirt, everything he did to you but not the others.

teacher!jake who froze when you confronted him the next time he called you in the—empty—teachers’ office, finally confessing to you.

teacher!jake who would come by every thursday—when no one was home except for you—and soon had you bent over your desk every time.

teacher!jake who knew better than to let the whole campus know about you—meaning he gave you rides home everyday, drove you anywhere no matter what for, just to see you more—letting you go with a kiss—waiting when you would be alone.

SUNGHOON —as your coach

coach!sunghoon who decided to switch to teaching after an accident on the rink that had him finish his career in his 20s.

coach!sunghoon who you knew since you were young—in fact, you had been at almost every competition of his since he started.

coach!sunghoon who didn’t understand you were all clumsy and nervous the first day he helped you.

coach!sunghoon who didn’t know how ethereal he was—often catching you staring at him and looking away.

coach!sunghoon who eventually caught on and teased you endlessly every day—not to affect your routine, just to make sure you wanted him.

coach!sunghoon who started seeing you outside of the rink—coffees, lunch, dinner, rides home—even staying at each other’s in the end.

coach!sunghoon who had you pinned between him and the wall after everyone had left—letting you be as loud as you wanted, finally giving everything to you—and not having to care for the consequences.

SUNOO —as your makeup artist

mua!sunoo who was known for being excellent at his work while also being respectful, well-spoken and respectful—until he became in charge of you.

mua!sunoo whose hands sweated the moment he sensed you walking into a room—his fingers trembled slightly when doing your makeup—even dropping things from how anxious you made him.

mua!sunoo who had to excuse himself as soon as you finished a photography—the first time he worked with you was for a calvin klein campaign—needless to say, he was in the restroom for a good fifteen minutes.

mua!sunoo who froze the first time you flirted with him—not knowing whether you were serious or if it was your vibe. but you were very serious.

mua!sunoo who started responding to your comments—making you the one to blush whenever he whispered in your ear things no one else could or should hear.

mua!sunoo who didn’t expect you to be so bold and make out with him the first time you were alone—letting you lead him to the restroom for a quickie.

mua!sunoo who would never think he’d have a chance with you—now being able to ring you up when we he need a hand—or two.

JUNGWON —as your class’s top student

topstudent!jungwon who despite being smart had nothing else—no friends, no social life, everything to get picked on by others.

topstudent!jungwon who you didn’t care about enough to talk to, just admired him from afar.

topstudent!jungwon who got forced into giving you lessons by your counsellor—making you stay after hours.

topstudent!jungwon who started falling for you when you started the tutoring—his image of you as a mean girl disappeared after talking to you for those first two hours—in which you tried your best to actually talk to him and learn about him without making it awkward.

topstudent!jungwon with whom you—in the end—started meeting more often, often at yours or his to have some studying sessions—which eventually turned into study and coffee dates.

topstudent!jungwon who you thought would be less experienced—in fact you thought he hadn’t even experienced a real relationship yet—but he did prove you wrong after weeks of tutoring.

topstudent!jungwon who asked you out after months of being your fucking tutoring partner and caught feelings for you in the meantime—making love with you for the first time that same night—showing you he didn’t only have you to fuck or spent his time with.

NI-KI —as your dance partner

dancepartner!ni-ki who didn’t expect to be paired with you for the next competition.

dancepartner!ni-ki who thought you were less experienced—someone now who had transferred to his dance studio to level up—oh boy was he wrong as fuck.

dancepartner!ni-ki who was taken back the first time he saw you dance—the smirk on his face making it clear he was going to have fun with you.

dancepartner!ni-ki who took the chance the first time you practiced together—having you in his arms the first day he worked with you.

dancepartner!ni-ki whose late night practices with you would turn into stays at each other’s house.

dancepartner!ni-ki who made sure no one would find out about whatever was going on behind closed doors—only talking to you in practice when he really needed to.

dancepartner!ni-ki who didn't panic when your relationship with him got known—instead, he took the chance to show you off whenever and wherever—whether it was in practice, in a show, on a date, didn't matter.

you started talking on the app and then exchanged instagrams, numbers.

talking with him became a daily routine. from sun rise till down you were talking.

thought you hadn’t even met yet you felt something for him. and you hadn’t even seen him properly. only from stories of him with people.

you knew he talked about you to other, saying how excited he was to finally see you.

and that’s why you planned to meet up today at his place at eight.

you were there early so you sat in your car thinking. some of your friends were excited for you. yet some were concerned.

you hadn’t really met him. what if he wasn’t who he said.

at eight sharp you rang the bell, waiting for him to open the door.

soon someone opened the door. and thankfully, you had seen him on some of his stories.

he didn’t mention someone living with him so you assumed it was him.

his frame shallowed you as he leaned on the door frame.

god—he was even prettier than he seemed on insta.

‘hey’

his voice brought you back from your thoughts. “hey, park right?”

“ ‘course. but call me jake alright?”

“alright, and call me yn as well.”

“come in, don’t stand there pretty.”

you walked inside and took your heels off. his place was beautiful. the lighting was dim, blankets thrown on the couch.

“want a glass of wine pretty girl?

the nickname made your stomach twist, your cheeks blushing. “yeah sure”

you started talking while drinking your wine, sharing experiences and interests. it didn’t take long to head to the bedroom.

jake left kisses on your neck, slowly going back to your face. leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, jaw, cheeks and lastly, on your lips.

the kiss was intimate, slow. you turned him over, legs around his waist. the thin fabric of your shorts not doing nothing to keep you from feeling him.

your hands yanked his pants and boxers down in one go before removing your own pants and underwear.

he helped you remove your shirt, leaving you uncovered.

his hands moved to your chest, the kiss muffled your moans.

you couldn’t help but roll your hips onto his, rubbing your core directly on his hardened cock.

you couldn’t wait anymore. you raised your hips, aligning his cock to your entrance and slowly let him enter you.

the condoms you had bought beforehand were still in your bag downstairs, forgotten.

moans, whimpers, gasps left his mouth as he bottomed out. his hands holding your ass so tight you were sure you would have bruises tomorrow.

his hands held you there, sweat already rolling down his forehead.

his eyes were shut, his head thrown back, mouth open letting every beautiful noise come out.

you raised your hips, only leaving the tip in before taking the rest of him. again and again. your breasts bounced with every move.

your eyes rolled back from the pleasure. suddenly, his hands held you firmly for a moment before slamming his hips against yours going on a feral pace.

your moans were becoming louder, “yeah baby, let the neighbours hear how good i’m making you feel, yeah? don’t stop.”

soon, his thrusts became sloppy, his moans grew loader, letting you know he was close. you didn’t let him stop.

“baby i can’t finish in you—” “im on the pill.”

“fuck pretty—” he finished slowly after you, his legs trembling, soft moans escaping from his lips.

you waited for a moment before getting off him. you collapsed right next to him, you felt every muscle in your body twitch.

he tacked a strand of your hair behind your ear before holding you close, like he was afraid you would leave.

“goodnight pretty.” “goodnight handsome.”

sunlight coming from the window woke you up. your phone buzzed from the nightstand. you read the text on your screen over a hundred times.

park j. : sorry for yesterday. i guess my shitty brother told you i wasn’t coming home. an emergency came up. can i pay back for the inconvenience tonight?