#geonu

keep my lover all night, all night

geonu x female reader

best friends to lovers (smut, porn no plot)

Geonu sent you a text 15 minutes ago and you have yet to reply to it for the sake of your sanity.

About an hour and a half ago, Geonu texted you, “going on a ride to my nail app, want pics later? :P”

A simple text, yes, so the fact that you were biting your nails in nerves and you were absolutely procrastinating a response might’ve seemed dramatic. However, Geonu was an absolute slut of a best friend and would not just send you a cute little nail check picture. No, he knows what his hands do to you, and it’s a feeling a best friend should not be feeling. So that picture is probably something that should be posted on OnlyHands or some shit.

Geonu and you have been friends for years now and you would say he’s your best friend. You met him at a club, he was near the DJ, taking shots with his friends and your eyes met his from across the room. He invited you to take shots with him, and you instantly felt comfortable around him. You had just met him, but he was asking you questions, leaving space between you two, making weird men back off of you, and never failing to make you laugh.

And that’s just how Geonu is with you. Always looking after you, making you laugh with his weird antics, and he’s an overall amazing person who loves you. However, to top it all off, he’s also the hottest man you’ve ever seen. Styled and dyed hair black and blonde hair, amazing fashion sense, slim yet fit body, and those painted and decorated hands…you wanted your best friend badly. It was a shame that you had to reel it in so you didn’t make him uncomfortable. It was also a shame that he thrived on teasing the ever loving shit out of you.

Sometimes, Geonu would make you go on a ride with him, and he’d make you wrap your arms around his waist while he sped fast on the bike. But what really drove you crazy was when he’d make you sit in front of him, his leather bound chest against your back and his arms bracketing you as he reached for the handlebars. His helmet resting on your shoulder; His proximity made you blush under your own helmet.

Back to present time, you decided after a few hours it was time to respond to his text. You nervously opened your phone and went to messages.

Two texts from Geonu and one attachment.

Nunu 🦭

okay this set might be my favorite

*insert photo*

Nunu 🦭

are we still on for tonight? i have a bottle of peach soju with ur name on it!!!

Your jaw dropped when you saw the photo. The photo was a selfie of his neck down to the top of his hips, with his hand resting on his lower stomach. He was wearing a white tank top, a fuzzy speckled jacket, blue jeans, a bedazzled black belt, and a long chain necklace. His fingers had chunky silver rings on the pointer, middle, and ring finger, and his nails (the most important part) were dark blue with a white square in the middle. You could also see his hand tattoo, which only made you slightly feral.

But what made you absolutely feral was the little peak of his boxers right underneath his pinky, which was very lightly hooked under the edge of his tank top. Everything about this picture made you feel slightly insane. The fit, the pose, the angle, the hands with rings…you felt very warm and heat gather between your thighs.

You quickly sent a heart reaction to the photo and then responded to the last text.

“Yeah pull up around 7-8, I still gotta shower and finish laundry :>” you replied, patting yourself on the back for seeming nonchalant and not at all panicked.

Then you put your phone down and hopped in the shower.

Around 7:10, a knock on your appartment door rattled you out of your laundry party.

“Shit,” you said, looking at the pile of clothes that still needed to be folded. You walked to the door, smoothing out your cropped t-shirt, and opened the door.

“Hey princess,” he greeted you, big puffer jacket covering up his previous fit and his cheeks were pink from the cold. You could also see the bags in his arm, and was that your favorite food?

“Hey Nu, I’m so sorry I’m still in the middle of laundry,” you apologized, letting him in.

He shrugged while taking off his shoes and hanging up his coat, “That’s fine. Need help? You never have figured out how to properly fold a shirt,” he teased you.

“Shut up, it’s folded enough,” you laugh, grabbing the bag from his hand, “you got fried chicken?”

“And the tteokbokki, obviously,” he said matter of factly. “Oh and the soju is in my coat pocket.”

Two big ass bottles of peach and strawberry soju now sat on your counter, fried chicken and tteokbokki next to it as you guys went to fold the laundry in your room.

“Jesus fuck, this is a mountain, princess,” Geonu laughed in shock at the sheer amount of clothes on your bed. He immediately took a seat on the edge of your bed and started folding your jeans.

“I know, it’s bad. I was so lazy last weekend so it’s all here now,” you sighed, quickly putting your hair up so it wouldn’t make you get all warm from the folding. You didn’t see Geonu’s eyes on you as you did so.

“Lazy? From what, is work killing you again?” Geonu asked in a light tone, but you could tell he was a little concerned. You’ve been working overtime at your barista job for weeks now, ever since your coworkers decided to leave with no warning. So now, it was just you, one coworker, and your boss at the job. And you had picked up almost all the hours needed because your other coworker was just a high school student and couldn’t pick up many weekday shifts. You were exhausted, to say the least. Geonu has been on your ass about getting a new job since then, and you know you should. Plus the coffee shop doesn’t pay great. But you were scared of change…one of your biggest flaws.

“Yeah, my boss hasn’t had much luck getting new hires. Or she’s not trying. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I wish someone would hit me over the head with the register,” you joked, flinging a sock in his general direction. He dodged it and gasped dramatically, “not your head, it’s so cute.” You pretended that didn’t make your heart beat faster. He was just teasing, right?

You guys yapped for a bit before you were done; Geonu really did know how to fold more efficiently. God, why was everything he did so attractive?

“Okay let’s eat before my stomach starts eating itself like some sort of monster,” he yawned, arms lifting and his tank top rising with. Your eyes immediately zoomed in on his lower abs being exposed, face reddening. You didn’t notice he was peeking at your reaction, a little lazy smirk forming.

You both walked to the kitchen and grabbed the food and drinks before heading to the small living room with a worn in couch. You plopped on it, knees bent and on the couch in front of you. You stretched, letting out a little moan as your bones cracked from the stretch. When you looked over, still arms out in a stretch, Geonu was frozen a few steps away, eyes wide.

You cocked your head to the side, arms dropping, “what?”

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in, and sat down beside you, close enough that your knees were touching.

“What’re we watching?” he asked, grabbing the remote from the table in front of you both.

“We never finished that movie from last time?” you suggested, moving to grab the food.

He made a face, “I don’t want to watch horror while we’re eating.”

You laughed, “baby.” He pouted, eyes narrowing. Then just in spite of you, he started searching the Hunger Games for the millionth time this year.

“Noooo Nu, pleaseee we watch this once a month,” you whined, reaching over to grab the remote from his hand, but he just moved the remote away from you, arm extended.

You kept reaching, a little giggle escaping his mouth as you clawed at his arm. Then you both froze as you realized the position you were in. Your hand was on his thigh, and the other was grabbing his extended arm. You were also up on your knees, face inches away from his. He noticed at the same time as you, eyes widening as he looked at your face, pink covering your cheeks, hair (now falling out of the ponytail) tickling your face, and pupils dilated.

You jumped back as if shocked by electricity and landed back against the couch, “shit sorry,” you said, anxious you made him uncomfortable.

He looked at you confused, and a little disappointed, “why are you sorry?”

You just shook your head, grabbing the food and opening the box of chicken. His hand stopped yours and made you look back up at him.

“Hey, do I make you uncomfortable?” Geonu asked, a frown on his face and his brows furrowed.

You blinked, also now confused, “what? No, of course not.”

He shook his head, “then why do you always jump away from me like I’m diseased or something?” He couldn’t keep the hurt and maybe frustration out of his tone. You felt your heart clench in anxiety.

You had to tell him now. You put the chicken back on the table and dropped your hands into your lap.

“Geonu…I promise you don’t make me uncomfortable. You’re great…perfect even,” you mumbled the last part.

“If i’m being honest, Geonu? I like you a lot. I mean how could I not? You’re you. And that’s exactly why I’ve been trying not to be too much…because i’m me,” you said all at once, inhaling deeply for air at the end and cheeks red with humiliation. You dreaded the rejection and you looked down at your lap; Your hands were shaking.

Suddenly his hands cupped yours, cold rings shocking you a bit. As soon as you looked up from your lap, his face was right in front of you, and then his lips were on yours.

Your eyes widened and you gasped before your eyes closed and you were leaning in to kiss him back. You could feel your heart beating so fast as his hands squeezed yours and he tilted his head to fit a bit better. His lips were soft…everything you could’ve imagined. He felt so right. You wanted to cry.

He pulled back sooner than you’d like, and before you could whine in complaints, he started talking, “I’ve wanted you since I met you. I don’t like hearing you talk about yourself that way…you’ve always been perfect, so please,” he gave you a peck on the lips, “please don’t think you’re not good enough.”

Then his right hand left your hand to gently cup your cheek, and he leaned back in, lips slotting perfectly against yours. You let out a small moan and melted into him. You could feel a small smile against your lips and then his hand fell to curl around your neck, his thumb lightly pressing against your pulse, as he angled your head the way he wanted.

His tongue swiped lightly at your bottom lip and you gasped, letting him in. He moaned at the feeling of your tongue and he mumbled, “feels good,” against your hot mouth.

Suddenly, he had you pulled into his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs. He never broke the kiss.

In between kisses, he asked, “can I make you feel good? Please let me, princess.” His voice was kind of whiny, his left thumb rubbing a circle on your exposed waist and his right hand holding the back of your neck.

You felt your core heat up at his words and you shifted forwards to relieve the pressure. However, you shifted on his lap in a way that made him gasp and then let out a deep moan, his mouth latching onto yours.

“Fuck don’t move like that,” he groaned into your mouth, hand tightening on the back of your neck in a warning. “Now I really need you, please can I?”

You didn’t hesitate to nod, and he smiled. You both headed to your room quickly, food and alcohol forgotten. The second the door closed, he had your back against the mattress, his thigh in between yours as he crawled on top of you. His lips were on yours, coaxing moans and gasps out of your mouth. His tongue stroked against yours and you felt your wetness starting to stick to the inside of your thighs.

“Did you like my picture, princess?” he asked, voice teasing, “I took that just for you.” He grinded a bit against you, rubbing against your thigh.

You moaned, nodding your head at the thought of his photo. He smiled, and it was the same cocky smile he does when he takes off his helmet after riding and he knows he looks hella fine. You wanted to jump him everytime he was in his biker getup.

His left hand pressed against your neck, not applying pressure but just resting there, and his other hand started its way down your body. He slid it down the front, brushing against your breasts and his eyes darkened. Lips back on yours, he mumbled, “can I finger you? I’ll make it so good.”

You couldn’t say no if you tried. You both sat up to take off clothes, and when you were in just your panties and bra, he leaned back over you, propped up on his knees and hands. He was just in his boxers, which you were trying not to openly gawk at his thin waist and toned muscles but it was so hard. Speaking of hard, you could see him pressed up against his boxers, a dark spot forming. You wanted him in your mouth, but that would have to wait.

His right hand was on your thigh, pushing it to the side, while his thigh held the other one open. Then suddenly, you could feel his fingers pressing against your damp panties and you flinched, letting out a small noise.

He smirked, sitting up a bit so he could look at you better, and you hid your face in your hands. He let out a low chuckle before he batted your hands away, and he grabbed your right wrist in his left hand, pinning it down by your head. Now no where to go, you had to lay there and feel his right fingers slide against your center, fingers pressing against the wet spot.

“You’re so wet, princess. You want my fingers in you that bad?” he cooed, lips brushing cheek.

He didn’t give you a chance to answer because suddenly he was yanking your panties to the side and his middle finger slid directly against your clit. You let out a cry and he leaned into capture your noises with his mouth. You felt two fingers now pressing lightly against your hole and he circled them, collecting wetness. You heard him let out a shaky breath as they slid in, your walls clinging to his fingers instantly. You moaned lowly, the feeling of his fingers inside were amazing. You could also feel his cold rings brushing your folds and you shuddered.

“Is this good, hm?” he whispered, slowly curling his fingers upwards, laughing as you yelped. You could feel yourself gushing around his fingers and you couldn’t care less.

“I knew you’d take my fingers so well…I thought about this moment a lot, you know?” he panted into your mouth, sliding his fingers in and out now, curling once they were in. You were a moaning mess, back arching off the bed and thighs twitching around his thighs.

“So soft, so perfect,” he mumbled, now thrusting in faster, seeming determined to make you fall apart on his fingers. Your moans were increasing in volume and you were suddenly glad your walls were thick.

His eyes greedily soaked in the image of you under him falling apart and he groaned, despite not having any direct simulation himself. He could watch you like this forever.

“Please cum on my fingers, I need to see it. You’ll feel so good after, please,” he pleaded over the loud noises that was coming from both your mouth and your dripping pussy.

Your body listened, tensing up and shaking as your high washed over and you came all over his hand.

Geonu watched in awe as your juices dripped down his hand and he held it up so you could see. His entire hand was slicked up and his fingers have never looked as sexual as now.

He tapped his wet finger against your mouth, “suck?” he said, not really asking. You opened your mouth and he slid his fingers in, making you taste yourself. You both moaned as soon as your lips closed around his fingers and his eyes never left your lips.

“So pretty, princess,” he mumbled, sliding his fingers out so he could kiss you. He got even louder at the taste of you on your tongue and he sucked on your tongue. You shivered as he moaned into your mouth. “Tastes even better than I thought,” he smiled.

He went to crawl off of you, but your legs wrapped around his waist and you grabbed his forearm. “Wait, are you not going to fuck me?” you asked, face red but your cunt was so needy for him. You needed more than just fingers.

His gaze darkened, “you want me to? It’s okay if you need a break.”

You shook your head pulling him closer to you so his crotch was now against yours and you both moaned at the feeling.

“Need you please, Geonu,” you whined, shifting your hips to grind against him and he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Fuck okay yeah,” he said shakily, quickly ridding himself of his boxers, and you quickly slid your sticky panties fully off. Now both naked, your eyes greedily took him all in. He did the same, kneeling himself in between your legs and prying your thighs to rest on either side of his hips.

He took his cock in hand and slowly pressed himself against your entrance, teasing your clit as he rubbed it up and down with the tip. You moaned, grabbing the sheet with one hand and grabbing his wrist with the other. You placed his hand on your waist and he looked up at you for last permission, and as soon as you nodded, he slid in. You gasped at the feeling of just his tip inside and he squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on his lip as a whimper escaped him. He kept sliding in and you kept feeling more and more full. After what felt like forever, he was all the way in you, hips flushed together.

“Fuck fuck you feel so good oh my god,” he whined under his breath, stilling his hips so he didn’t thrust suddenly into you. You could feel him twitching inside you, and you squeezed around him, making him fall forward, now covering your body with his. The hand that was on your waist was now by your face, his arm holding him up. The other hand was holding the back of your thigh, near your ass, and he was rubbing it in a soothing matter.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, you pulled his head down to your mouth and whispered for him to move.

He slowly lifted his hips back before thrusting fast into you, pushing a pornographic moan out of you. He was gasping, low moans mixing with the sound of his cock making a mess inside of you.

“I knew it. Knew you’d take it so well. Take me so well, my good girl,” he moaned against your neck, face buried there as his hips kept pistoning in and out. Sweat dripped down his forehead and pooled against your skin. His hips grinded just right to press against your clit each thrust and you cried at the feeling. He was hitting all the right places, filling you up so good. His deep moans mixed with his words were setting you off, you felt yourself getting lost to the feeling fast. You head was fuzzy at the praise, “so beautiful. You look so good like this, I wish I had fucked you a long time ago.” You shook at his words, cunt clenching around him, making his hips stutter.

“Shit, don’t do that, i’ll cum too fast,” he warned in your ear. His hand traced his way to your cunt, and his fingers played with your clit, while he was still thrusting, making your head swim with pleasure.

“Geonu oh my god im going to cum,” you cried, legs tightening around his hips, arms pulling him even closer.

“Do it, make a mess on me angel, I got you,” he whispered, hips never losing the pace. Then he tilted his head into your neck and started leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. You whimpered, your neck having always been sensitive, and with a few more thrusts and circles on your clit, you were coming undone, shaking, back arching up into Geonu’s chest, and head tossing back.

He kept marking you up through it all, grunting at the feeling of your walls spasming against him, and his hips kept going, chasing his own pleasure.

“Can I,” he gasped, “can i come inside?”

He was overstimulating you, but it felt so good. You were so hot, like a furnace, skin on fire as he lit you ablaze.

“Please,” you pleaded, wanting nothing more than him filling you up.

He didn’t last much longer at your permission, hips stuttering and then pausing as he came inside you with a long loud moan and a bite to the neck. Warm ropes of cum filled you up and you whimpered at the feeling…it’s like his body was waiting for you, and now you were going to be full to the brim.

Once he was finished collapsed almost all the way on you, laying in between your legs, and his chest against yours. You cringed at the feeling of sweat and possibly other fluids drying in between you two, but his warmth and weight was quickly tiring you out.

You closed your eyes, not really noticing when he finally slid out of you and started a bath. You also heard the shower run.

A few minutes later, his hand cupped your cheek, waking you up, and he smiled down at you, love in his eyes. His hair was damp, so he must’ve showered, you noted.

“Princess, let’s clean you up, okay?” he whispered, thumb brushing your cheekbone. You sleepily nodded and he helped you up to the bathroom. You didn’t even care that you were completely nude, and Geonu was only in a towel around his waist. He made you comfortable.

After he washed you off in the bath, and after he accidently got soap in your eyes because he wanted to dote on you (but he’s never washed someone else’s hair), you dried off and you both redressed in pjs. Geonu always had spare pj’s in your drawer for the amount of times he’s slept over.

Before he took you to the kitchen, you stopped him in front of your bedroom door.

“Hey. I need to know that this wasn’t just a one time thing. I need to know I’m not crazy for hoping we could be more,” you said, voice wavering and you looked at your feet, hand still wrapped around his wrist.

A moment of silence filled you with dread before he laughed, “princess. Look at me.”

You slowly looked up. He was staring at you longingly, eyes glossy and a small smile on his lips.

“I’m all yours if you’ll have me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he said, genuinely. You sighed a breath of relief, smiling back at him.

“I love you,” he whispered, hand cupping your cheek again, other hand grabbing your waist. You leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

“I love you too,” you said, heart racing.

A loud noise from your stomach cut into the beautiful moment and you grinned sheepishly, “can we eat now?”

“Yeah, but no horror movies,” Geonu said, opening the door and you two walked out.

“Sure, but you gotta stop with Hunger Games,” you pouted playfully, sitting down in the couch. This time he sat down next to you and pulled your legs into his lap.

“Oh don’t worry, this time we’ll watch something different,” he shrugged, hiding a menacing grin behind his hand. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. He typed something into netflix and you groaned loudly as Chasing Fire got pulled up. He laughed loudly, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“You suck,” you rolled your eyes, biting into a chicken drum.

“I love you too,” he giggled, opening the bottle of soju. He leaned in and kissed you, and the movie started.

“Wanna go for a ride tomorrow?” he asked, a few minutes later. You nodded eagerly, “yes please.”

“Eager, are we? I wonder why that is…” he teased, his fingers tickling your thigh as he traced his polished fingers against you.

You scoffed, “there’s no reason. I like being on the bike.”

You were a liar and Geonu knew that. But it’s okay; he had the rest of your lives to fuck the truth out of you. Maybe next time, he could fuck you on the bike.

hiii guys hope you liked this fic :> maybe leave a comment and reblog if you did! (geonu oomf im so sorry about this.)

JUSTB [GOING SOUTH] BEHIND THE SCENES 'Geonu'

♡⊹₊˚ Overstimulation with Just B ₊˚⊹♡

Genre: Smut MDNI 18+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Overstimulation, Rough fingering and Oral sex, Edging, Dominance/Submission dynamics, Light restraint (e.g., wrist pinning), Possessiveness, Degradation/Praise

Lim Jimin – “You Can’t Run, Baby.”

Your thighs are trembling, soaked, overstimulated—but Jimin’s mouth is still locked between them like he hasn’t had enough. And maybe he hasn’t. Maybe he never will.

“Jimin—fuck—wait—” you gasp, trying to twist away as your third orgasm crashes through you, but he grabs your hips and yanks you right back to his face.

“Don’t even try it,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “You don’t get to tap out. Not yet.”

His tongue drags slow and heavy over your clit, and your body jolts. Your hands push at his shoulders, but he’s strong—he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even flinch. Just groans against you and slides two fingers back in, curling hard and deep.

You cry out, legs kicking, but he loves it. He wants you like this—shaky, soaked, squirming, begging him to stop while your body begs for more.

“You can say ‘no,’ baby,” he smirks, looking up at you, lips shiny, eyes dark. “But this pussy says yes every time.”

You’re dripping down his wrist. You can barely breathe. Your thighs snap shut and he shoves them open again.

“Give me one more,” he says, lips brushing your inner thigh. “Then another. And another.”

And when you try to pull away again, he wraps an arm around your waist and pins you down completely.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Geonu – “You Don’t Get to Say No.”

The second Geonu gets a grip on you, you’re already at his mercy. He pulls you close, breath hot against your ear as his fingers slip between your legs, tracing the outline of your core before slamming two fingers inside. No warning. No mercy.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he growls, thrusting in deep. “Wanted me to fuck you until you forget your own name?”

You gasp, arching up into him, but he slaps your thigh, pinning you back to the bed. “No. You stay fucking still.”

You want to squirm, to move, but his grip on your body is unyielding. His fingers pound into you relentlessly, faster, deeper with every stroke. His thumb starts working circles around your clit, making your body tremble with every touch.

“You’re mine now,” Geonu whispers against your lips, smiling as he watches you writhe beneath him. His pace doesn’t slow. “And you’re not getting away. Not until you cum for me again.”

You try to push him away, reaching down to stop him, but he only grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. He’s staring at you like he knows exactly what you need, and he’s going to take everything he wants from you, whether you can handle it or not.

“Don’t even think about tapping out,” he warns, voice low and demanding. “I’ll make sure you keep coming until I say otherwise.”

And just when you think you might pass out, he hits that sweet spot again, his fingers curling deep inside you as his thumb presses harder against your clit. You can’t hold back the scream as you come—hard. But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down.

“Again,” he demands, his thrusts quickening, his body moving against yours like it’s nothing. “Give me another.”

Bain – “You’re Not Getting Away From Me.”

Bain’s hands don’t let you move. They’re everywhere—gripping your thighs, holding your hips down, making sure you can’t escape him. He doesn’t need to be rough, just relentless. His fingers slip inside without warning, and the pace is unyielding—slow, deep, and then suddenly fast.

“Can’t run from me, can you?” he says with that damn smirk. His thumb is moving against your clit in tight, controlled circles, while his other hand keeps you pressed down, your body twitching under the constant barrage.

Every time you think it’s too much, he pulls you right back to the edge, never giving you the chance to catch your breath. You’re overstimulated—each touch, each movement, sending sparks through your body that you can’t escape.

“Let’s see how much you can take,” he whispers, lips grazing your stomach as his fingers move faster, making your body quiver uncontrollably. The pleasure is overwhelming—too much and not enough at the same time.

When you try to push him away, to beg him to stop, he just holds you tighter. His pace doesn’t falter. The only thing he’s interested in is pushing you further, until you can’t even remember what ‘tapping out’ means anymore.

“I told you,” Bain growls, “you’re not going anywhere. I’ll keep you on edge until you break.”

Siwoo – “I Want to Hear You Beg.”

Siwoo’s eyes lock onto yours, his gaze heavy, as he takes his time, slowly pushing inside you. He doesn’t rush. There’s no hurry. You can feel him fill you up—inch by inch—as he watches you squirm beneath him, your body already betraying you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he says, voice deep and smooth. His movements are deliberate, every thrust slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him. He holds your wrists above your head, pinning you in place while his fingers toy with your clit, teasing, pulling every reaction out of you.

The pleasure builds steadily, rising like a wave that never quite crashes. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he pulls back slightly, leaving you right on the edge. You whine for him, desperate for more, but he makes you wait.

“Beg for it,” Siwoo commands, voice low, stroking your clit in slow, maddening circles. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

You moan, begging, your voice cracking from the intensity, but he’s not done with you. He keeps you hovering right there, almost falling over the edge, over and over again, until you’re shaking from need.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “Not until I say so.”

And when he finally gives in, thrusting deep and fast, his name tears from your throat as your orgasm hits—explosive, overwhelming—but he doesn’t slow. He keeps going, pace brutal, making your whole body twitch beneath him.

“Again,” he pants against your lips. “You’re not done.”

Doyum – “You Don’t Get to Escape.”

The moment Doyum touches you, it’s like your body forgets how to resist. There’s no hesitation—just need. His hands grip your thighs tight, and his fingers slide inside you without warning, deep and ruthless from the start.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. His pace is merciless—thrusting his fingers so deep your legs are shaking almost instantly. He watches your face twist, drinks in every gasp and cry like he owns them.

“You think you can just tap out now?” Doyum smirks, leaning in closer. “No, baby. You’re gonna take it.”

Your back arches, hands grabbing at him, but he presses you flat, adding pressure to your clit with his thumb. The rhythm is relentless—building faster and faster until you’re convulsing under his touch.

You try to warn him, tell him it’s too much, but he catches your wrists and pins them down, smirking.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says. “You cum again. Right now.”

And you do—helpless, your entire body trembling. But Doyum doesn’t stop. His fingers keep moving, faster, deeper, dragging you into another wave without letting you come down from the first.

“I’m not done with you,” he growls, pressing a kiss to your neck. “You’re mine until you can’t even think straight.”

Sangwoo – “I’m Gonna Ruin You.”

Sangwoo doesn’t rush. He makes you feel every second. He gets you exactly where he wants you—flat on your back, soaked, aching, and trembling from his tongue alone.

He kisses your thighs like they’re sacred, like you’re something he’s worshipping. Then his mouth finds your clit, and everything else falls away.

He starts slow—tongue flicking gently, then deeper, sucking, licking, switching up the rhythm just enough to keep you guessing. Your back arches off the bed, thighs clamping around his head, but he shoves them back open with ease, pinning you in place.

“Uh-uh,” he hums, mouth sticky against you. “You’re not going anywhere.”

You try to warn him, to gasp out that it’s too much—but he slides two fingers in before the words leave your mouth, curling them just right, dragging them in and out while he devours you like a meal he’s been waiting all day for.

“You already came?” Sangwoo asks, smirking against your skin. “Good. Now give me another.”

You’re twitching, overstimulated to the point of tears, but he doesn’t let up. His fingers go harder, his tongue faster, and your body gives out beneath him—jerking with a second orgasm that knocks the air from your lungs.

Still, he doesn’t stop.

“One more,” he breathes, eyes locked on you. “I’m gonna ruin you, baby. I want you fucked out and crying my name.”