#gothlcsan

“Drink up!” Sunoo excitedly shouted at you, all while dramatically throwing your head back with a groan as you hand your glass towards him to refill.

“This is so unfair you know I'm absolutely horrible with these types of games. When’s the last time I've even won?”

Sunoo only shrugs at you with a smug smile, watching as you wait for them to finish counting back from ten before taking your shot, tipping your head back to ensure none spills down yourself. The soju thankfully goes down smoothly (or maybe that’s only possible due to you already beginning to feel a bit tipsy by this point), inhaling sharply between your teeth with squinted eyes. You hated drinking games not because they weren’t fun, you always had a great time, you just absolutely sucked at winning.

“You ok?”

Turning your head you face Heeseung, taking note of his own face starting to form a faint shade of red from drinking, his lips curled up into a soft smile that makes your stomach twist. Nodding in response to his question, he mouths “good” whilst patting the back of your head with his hand a few times before you come to reality, sheepishly turning your head to face away from him. Growing thankful for the tipsy glow on your cheeks masking the blush that was without a doubt starting to blossom in its place. Sitting beside Heeseung had meant you were directly next to your longtime best friend and lifelong crush, internally groaning at the fact you were a victim of the cliche best friend to crush trope, anxiously picking at your tights trying your absolute best to focus on the drunken conversation taking place. Jake was taking love shots with Jay, a dare most likely mischievously curated and requested by no other than Sunoo, the two grown men screaming comically as they pulled away from each other like school children.

Lifting up from your chair at the table, you lean forward just enough to grab a piece of fried chicken with your chopsticks, successfully completing your mission and going to sit back down. The difference in your seat makes you stand back up surprised, looking over behind your shoulder to see that you’ve completely missed your chair altogether and had sat down directly onto Heeseung’s lap. Embarrassment struck you to the core instantly, feeling your face grow hot as you began profusely apologizing quickly trying to explain yourself. Heeseung looked at you with a raised brow, you could easily tell he wasn’t upset or truthfully even close to being bothered, Heeseung shifting in his chair as he not so subtly looked you up and down.

“It’s ok, baby, sit where you’d like.”

Heeseung said that so casually yet still with a clear hint of teasing laced at the end, guiding you back down onto his lap with two hands placed on either side of your hips. The other guys groan begging for the two of you not to be gross, Heeseung quickly tells them to shut up as he returns all of his focus back onto you. He asks if you’re enjoying your night, his randomly timed small talk makes you giggle, nodding. Telling him that it’s nice to be able to come visit at the dorm since they’re not working and overly busy. He smiles huge at that, better securing you onto his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist. Having you now facing him, your legs over to the side, your mouth going dry, Heeseung’s looks being something you’d never be able to familiarize yourself with properly. He was beyond more than handsome.

“You mean that?”

“Why wouldn’t I,” you questioned Heeseung, placing your hands onto his brightly flushed cheeks, your cold hands bringing him comfort.

“Mm,” he hummed. “It’s nice to hear that you miss me.”

You blush again, trying what you can to look away, anywhere but his face, however he brings you back with a finger under your chin, your breath catching in your throat. Drunk Heeseung was bold and it was making you want more, asking him exactly what he was doing.

“Looking at you, you’re really pretty.”

“You’re such a bully, it’s not funny to make fun like this, you know.”

Heeseung gives you a puzzled look as if you said something unimaginable to him. “Making fun of you?”

“You know,” you paused to carefully collect your thoughts to the best of your abilities whilst being this tipsy, “jokingly flirting with me in front of everyone?”

Heeseung raises an eyebrow yet says nothing audible, simply removing you quietly from his lap as he goes to stand up. Worry pricks at your stomach thinking that you’ve accidentally offended him by what’ve you said to him, opening your mouth to apologize but you’re cut off before being able to properly do so.

“Hee,” you squealed as he lifted you up, praying your dress hadn't ridden up and given everyone a glimpse of what was underneath. The other members' drunken cries of playful disgust and teasing are ignored by Heeseung (doing your best to ignore them yourself by burying your face into his chest) as he carries you to his bedroom, pushing the door closed with his foot before turning to make his way to the bed. Gently he drops you onto the mattress, a tiny gasp leaving from your lips as you make contact, pulling the hem of your dress down to protect your modesty.

He stared at you in silence for a moment, an embarrassed smile paired with an awkward laugh escaping from you.

“What, Hee?”

Once again he doesn’t say anything, making his way closer to you, knee bent so that it sits perfectly in place between your legs against the mattress. Pulling you to sit up, he brushes the few strands of hair out of your face. His face was a mere centimeters away from yours by this point, your breath hitched as you became frozen still, anticipating what Heeseung was planning. This was unlike Heeseung, who’s always never purposely crossed any lines over the best friend relationship you two shared, your stomach turning into knots out of confusion but mostly excitement mixed with curiosity. He moves which makes you gasp, his mouth so close to your ear that his breath fanned your neck, your mind thinking what his lips would feel like against your neck, causing you to squeeze your thighs together around his knee - that action not going unnoticed by Heeseung who chuckles amused but pleased.

“I really want to touch you, may I?”

The request floats around your head before you nod, letting out a whine as you give Heeseung audible permission to do so.

“Please, please touch me.”

Heeseung doesn’t hesitate longer than he has to, his large hands wrapping around the plush flesh of your thighs while his mouth crashes into yours. It’s messy, the alcohol bitter against your tongue as his tongue slips alongside yours. He seems eager, hungry even, which only excited you more than anything wondering how long you both had painfully waited for this very moment to happen. The sound of ripping fabric brings your attention away from the kiss, pulling back to look down, seeing Heeseung has ripped apart your tights leaving your thighs exposed to him.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his smile evident he was in fact not sorry, but you couldn’t get out a response as he looked down then back up at you.

“Although it doesn’t seem to bother you, hm?”

You turn red with embarrassment knowing the wet patch on your panties grew from that question laced with taunting. The dress has failed to stay down, the fabric bunched up around your hips, unable to close your thighs with how he was positioned. He repeated his question, looking into his eyes, gasping as he rips the tights further, your panties becoming his main view. Your mind goes fuzzy, whimpering in response when he pressed his fingers up against the very evident wet patch. Need pricked every nerve in the entirety of your body, subtly shaking as Heeseung removed himself away from under your dress.

“Heeseung, please this is cruel,” you whined, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. He chuckles at your desperation finding it amusing how quickly you grew impatient, kissing at your neck. The way his lips brushed and kissed your neck felt better than anything you could have imagined. Sighing contentedly as you mumbled his name under your breath, his grip on you tightening in response. Nevertheless Heeseung had no intention of furthering this just yet, teasing you to what seemed that had no clear end. Every subtle brush of his lips moving down your throat made you clench around nothing, drawing in your breath simultaneously as he pressed the pad of his thumb hard flushed against your clit over your panties, instinctively moving your hand up to curl your fingers into the baby hairs that adorned the back of his neck.

“Fuck,” he trailed off as you tugged at his hair, Heeseung dipping his face back into the crook of your neck leaving wet open mouth kisses in it’s wake. Trailing down your throat he makes his way down to your collarbones, delving his tongue into your clavicle as he kisses the area leaving small red hickeys. He guides you to lay down on your back, his knee pushing into your pussy causing you to moan from the added pressure, pulling him away from your chest and back into a kiss. It’s not as messy as the previous kiss, this one more heated as the two of you grew handsy. Heeseung lets out a strained moan that brings a smirk to your lips, breaking the kiss to peek down at your hand that was palming him through his pants. His erection grew (a fact that made your head dizzy with just finding out he was already sizeable while soft) Heeseung guiding you back to regain eye contact, his eyes hooded with need. You weren’t much better, wanting or more so needing him, giving him a few slow strokes over his pants, trying your hardest to form a coherent sentence.

“Do you have a condom,” you asked breathlessly between a few shared kisses. Heeseung nods, leaning over away from you to reach over to his nightstand, opening the top drawer to his bedside table, pulling a small box of condoms out. He cutely fumbled with the box as he opened it, picking one from out the box. You watch as he begins ripping it open carefully, moving back to you. Heat runs over you in massive waves watching Heeseung intensely as he strips himself down until he’s wearing nothing. He teases you as he pulls off your dress, your panties not lasting much long after that, the thin fabric torn and discarded absent-mindedly somewhere onto the bedroom floor. Sitting up to rest on his knees, you watch as Heeseung rolls the condom on, visibly shaking from the sensation, rolling his head to the side as he tucks his bottom lip in between his teeth. The sight makes your stomach burn with lust, looking up at him. He grabs a pillow guiding it to be tucked under your hips, maneuvering your legs so that he can fit between them easier. A shudder runs down your spine as he rubs himself against your pussy, pushing the head of his dick through your folds but not giving either of you the satisfaction of easing himself in, this drawing a needy whimper from deep within you. Heeseung takes his time with you, continuing his slow pace of rubbing against you whilst filling out the bedroom with the lewd sounds of your pussy growing wetter for him alongside your desperate noises.

“Hee,” you cut yourself off to gather both yourself and your thoughts, swallowing hard before continuing, “please, I need more. I need you.” The last bit of your sentence is trailed off from your head lulling to the side, whining growing desperate by the millisecond not knowing how much more teasing you could put up with by this point.

At first Heeseung seems to hesitate but it’s clear as day that he’s equally as desperate, although not saying anything as he begins repositioning himself so that he can kiss up your neck to your cheeks. Whimpering softly with scrunched eyes as he lines himself back up before ultimately slipping into you, your fingers curling around his biceps asking him to wait, needing a moment shocked once again by the sheer size of his dick.

“Sorry, fuck, wow,” Heeseung rambles, his voice shaky as he halts his movements to allow you a moment to grow comfortable. Giving him a few squeezes around him in an attempt to familiarize yourself to his size, you take a final deep breath and nod, giving him the go ahead to continue. Pulling back his hips he groans loudly when he pushes back in, feeling your walls clench so beautifully around him with each slow thrust. It didn’t take much more than a few minutes before the impatientness grew in your limbs, begging Heeseung to fuck you, needy whines ripping out of you until he picked up speed. His thrusts were messy and ever so slightly uncoordinated as his thighs slammed into yours, the skin reddening with impact but you loved every second of it making sure to vocalize your thoughts. Heeseung leans down and assaults your throat with his mouth, his lips kissing it whilst his teeth mark you as his. Heeseung’s possessiveness being exposed by his need to mark you, mumbling under his breath that you were his. The slightest change of position deepens his thrusts making your eyes squeeze shut tight, swearing under your breath, reaching up so that your nails dig into his arm. Mumbling something into your neck that you’re unable to make out, the two of you in an impatient frenzy not caring to stop and repeat yourselves. You questioned if the members could hear the two of you, slightly embarrassed by how loud you were being but your thoughts were casted aside as Heeseung pulled completely out of you. It makes you whine in annoyance, frantically searching for his thigh with your hands, digging your nails into the soft skin wondering why he removed himself from you in the first place.

“Why, please,” you pant feverishly between each word, Heeseung seemingly finding it amusing how desperate you were whilst questioning him. He roughly pushes himself back into you, your head tipped back with wide eyes, back lifted up into an arch. You were completely under his command by this point, allowing him to bring your legs together and over to the side so that his thrusts could reach much deeper. The pleasure is slightly unbearable, unsure what to do, burying your face into one of the other pillows on Heeseung’s bed, moans being muffled. Having you on your side, Heeseung lands a rather firm slap across your ass, making you yelp in surprise, removing yourself from the pillow and glaring at him.

“Don’t hide your pretty face from me.”

You stare at him in silence, your mind fuzzing around the edges growing dumb, receiving another slap that lands directly in the same spot, clenching your teeth in an odd mixture of pain and satisfaction.

“Yes, Sir,” you whine, falling back into the pillows, staring at his proud expression knowing that he had you completely under his control. The nickname snapping something in Heeseung, arching your back as his fingers press fingertip sized bruises into your soft skin. His movements grew intense, more coordinated, his nails moving to dig into your ankle. The lewd sounds of your skin connecting with his made you wetter, gasping as Heeseung threw your legs open, manhandling you to lay flat onto your back. With an arm on either side of your head, he leans forward so that his face hovers over yours, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. He looked gorgeous, part of his bangs hanging down, his lips swollen red, eyes knitted together as he focused on solely making you feel good. Heeseung groaned when he leaned even closer, finding himself kissing your chest then slowly back up to reconnect with your lips. He was growing feverish which was evident from how he couldn’t seem to focus on just one area of your body to kiss, his speech slurred as he grew drunk from the prior alcohol he consumed and now from you.

“Fuck, feels so good, I’m going to die,” Heeseung rambled near incoherently into the crook of your neck. Feeling as his wet hot tongue lap at your skin made your toes curl, instinctively reaching a hand over to pull at his hair. Your mind was growing fuzzier, no longer in control of your own body nor even your own actions as you pulled him impossibly closer to yourself, fingers tangled tightly in Heeseung’s hair to lock him into a kiss. The way in his tongue worked alongside your own made you feel savage, insane, locking your shaky legs around his torso. His thrusts were now growing faster as his thighs tightened and convulsed, tightening the grip around your waist with his large hands.

A loud groan erupted from Heeseung’s throat, muffled by your heated kiss as he cummed into the condom. His eyes are closely knit together as he continues to fuck into you despite having reaching his orgasm, determined to have you cum around him. The fire in your stomach was growing unbearable, your body lifting into an arch but ensuring your legs kept tight around his body as you cum hard around Heeseung, your eyes blown open as you became flush with the bed. He doesn’t pull out just yet, holding himself up weakly by his forearms to not crush you, the both of you trying to catch your breath before looking at each other.

“I always wanted to do this,” Heeseung said with a smirk, taking a deep breath as he swore, pulling out slowly. With shaky hands he carefully pulls and ties off the condom, discarding it into the trash can then returning back to bed with you. He seems a bit lost at first but he quickly recovers coming to help you out of bed so you’re able to use the bathroom, Heeseung spewing about utis to which you ignored, telling him to please stop talking so you could focus.

Placing your head against his stomach as you used the bathroom, you told him he talked too much, Heeseung giving you a little laugh in return.

“Harsh words coming from the person who took my virginity.”

Your eyes widened, shooting to sit up straight ignoring the slight pain in your lower back as you looked at him in pure shock and disbelief, making him flinch slightly in surprise.

“Heeseung. Do not joke like that with me.”

“I’m not joking, I mean, you did just take my virginity.”

Your hand slaps against your mouth, eyes shaking as you shake your head still in disbelief from this new found information. Heeseung nods with a smirk that you knew meant he was telling the truth (as well as being cocky, he knew he did you good - definitely had you convinced he wasn’t a virgin). You had just taken his virginity, a fact you simply couldn’t begin to wrap your head around. You suddenly felt sober, too sober, tears pricking your eyes as you tilted your head down feeling immensely shameful. Confused and equally as concerned, Heeseung crouches down and places a hand under your chin to raise your head up.

“Why are you crying?” He asked softly, doing his best to sound calm despite feeling utterly confused.

Shaking your head in an attempt for him to leave your side, Heeseung stands firmly in his position, asking you once more. Lifting your head up to look at him, your bottom lip trembles as you speak, more tears threatening to fall given if you spoke too much more.

“I didn’t know you were still a virgin, I wouldn’t have come onto you like I had.”

Heeseung looks hurt, then softens his expression, petting the side of your head until his thumb is able to comfortably brush away the tears that had stained your cheeks.

“How can you feel sorry for something I initiated, hm?”

You tried to open your mouth to reply but it only made the urge to cry worse, shaking your head once more as you buried your face into his chest as he crouched down to comfort you better. There wasn’t a good way for you to explain to Heeseung why you felt guilty taking his virginity, not wanting to come off the wrong way and causing an even bigger misunderstanding. He allows you to cry until you can’t anymore, wiping the tears off your face with his fingers, before asking again why you felt apologetic for something he had so clearly orchestrated in the first place.

“Had I known you were a virgin I would’ve made it special for you, I can’t believe I ruined your first time the way I have.” You trail off into word vomit, Heeseung cutting you off successfully with a kiss, his hand holding you still by the back of your neck. Heeseung didn’t want you overthinking (or thinking at all at this point - which was more than successful) due to him not sharing the status of his virginity, pulling away watching as the weak strand of saliva that connected the two of you broke.

“I wanted this, more than you’re prepared to know, ok? I don’t need cliche first time with flowers and you whispering sweet things into my ear,” Heeseung said, tucking some loose hair behind your ear. His voice was calming as equally as it was convincing, he made you feel less guilty about the situation that you blew up in your head, giving him a faint “ok” alongside a head nod. He plants one last kiss onto the crown of your head before heading to walk back to the bedroom, telling you to finish up and he will meet you back there with warm clothes and a movie. Smiling as he closes the bathroom door behind him, you lift yourself onto shaky legs (a byproduct from sex and sitting on the toilet for an ungodly amount of time) you bite your knuckle as you work on cleaning yourself up, overly sensitive from earlier. The overstimulation unlocks something in your brain, allowing a breathy moan to escape from the depths of your throat, any innocent or guilt ridden thought being put onto the back burner. Washing and drying your hands with a clean towel you open the bathroom door to walk back into the bedroom, seeing a now clothed Heeseung sitting in bed with his back against the headboard. He lights up when he sees you, offering an oversized pair of shorts and one of his shirts that you already knew you’d be swimming in. Ignoring his offer (much to his confusion) you climb into bed, crawling the short distance until you’re practically on his lap, kissing his neck.

“What are you doing,” he questioned with an amused tone, his hand sneaking its way to your backside, swatting his hand away which surprises him. Sitting up you smugly smile at him, messing with the band to his shorts but not doing anything beyond that. It was thrilling watching as he hitched his breath just to sigh in annoyance when you teased with your silence and the possibility of furthering your flirty touches. Your hand makes its way back to his shorts, this time exceeding past the band. Heeseung’s breath catches in his throat in surprise, watching your hand travel down the entirety of his dick before traveling back up in painfully slow strokes. His bangs hang in his face, tilted forward too focused on how your hand felt around him to think much of anything else, growing needier in every aspect. Twisting your wrist, Heeseung's eyes blow wide, a strangled moan erupting from him that took the both of you by surprise.

“You liked that, hm?” You taunted, giving the head of his dick another firm squeeze. Heeseung doesn’t respond with coherent sentences, reduced to whines and tiny pathetic mumbling begging for more. It’s not what you're looking for, removing your hand from him, ignoring his defeated sounds asking what you were doing. With a snap of your fingers you demand him to take off his shorts, he seems to hesitate for a mere millisecond but frantically moves to remove them. A triumphant smile reaches your lips telling him he’s a good boy for obeying you without a fight. The praise rushes from his ears down to his exposed dick an erection now in full view for you to tease him with. Taking it back into your hand, you push your thumb pad into the soft slit of his dick, watching him twitch under your hand.

“I’ll take that as a clear yes then.”

Heeseung’s mind felt fuzzy, this new sensation growing almost unbearable as he let his head fall back against the headboard.

“Please,” he groaned, a bubble in his throat popping as he tried to keep himself grounded. His face is flushed a bright rosy red, sweat starting to form on his brow, mumbling over himself. Your thumb moving back and forth is in a lazy, unfocused, movement wanting to continue listening to Heeseung’s desperation.

“Fuck, please, baby,” Heeseung groans, his voice deep and raspy, wrapping a shaky hand around the wrist that was torturing his dick. His eyes shook whilst the corners collected overwhelmed tears, desperately seeking more. Still, you wanted to test his patience a hint more, repositioning yourself so you laid flat on your stomach. Locking in eye contact, you have Heeseung gasping from a few kittenish licks against the head of his dick. He mumbles something along the lines of this being pure torture smirking to yourself before you break eye contact, wrapping your lips around the tip, tongue swirling around just directly underneath the head. Heeseung makes a humming sound in the back of his throat, his fingers finding their way to your hair, raking through it once before curling the digits near the back of your head. Keeping his grip firm, you groan deep in your throat as his hold on you causes a few tugs if you lean forward too much. Pulling back so Heeseung was no longer in your mouth leaves Heeseung swearing under his breath. He knew you were purposely torturing him. Heat flooding his senses.

“Please,” Heeseung’s voice is raspy, barely above a whisper but the clear desperation and need dripping off his lips brings heat flooding to your stomach. With a click of your tongue you lean back down to where his dick laid heavy on his lower abdomen, wrapping a hand around the base to guide it to your mouth - coating it with a generous amount of spit using your hand to stroke the base. Moving to take the tip of Heeseung’s dick back into your mouth, swirling your tongue, taking more little by little. Once you’ve fully taken what you can, you swallow around Heeseung who tightens their grip on your hair, a loud moan erupting from their chest.

“Such a good girl for me, made to simply take my dick.”

His filthy words make you pool in between your legs, clenching around nothing in hopes of helping with how badly your clit ached. Heeseung used the hand gripping your hair to help guide you

with bobbing on his dick, calling you a messy eater once drool and saliva dripped from your sloppy lips. Initially you had wanted to be the one in control but that plan had been long forgotten, eyes rolled back into your skull with Heeseung losing any prior restrants now fully fucking up into your mouth with messy thrusts. It was overwhelmingly harsh breathing through your nose, tears starting to roll down mixing with the spit on your cheeks and lips.

“Fuck, yeah just like that baby, keep making me feel good.” Heeseung moans, a chuckle of disbelief rolling off his lips. He couldn’t believe how the two of you had gotten to this moment, the girl of his dreams a drooly dumb mess on his dick. A fire built in the pit of Heeseung’s stomach grew uncontrollable, his head tipping forward with furrowed brows, a sharp moan from him as he cums hard. The grip on your hair makes it impossible for you to pull away having to swallow Heeseung’s load to ensure you don’t choke, eyebrows scrunched together at the warm cum soaking your throat. With the hand still wrapped tight around your hair, Heeseung pulls you off, a wet mixture of spit and cum dripping down your chin, the thin strings of saliva connecting you to his dick breaking and coating you both. It was gross but Heeseung twitched at the sight, letting your hair go to use his fingers to swipe a bit of the mixture off your lips before then having you suck the digits clean, praising you for being so obedient.

Your mind is nothing but mush by this point, drunkenly smiling up at Heeseung who pets your hair to lay back flat out of your face, bringing you up by your arm to initiate a kiss. It’s wet, grossly sticky, as he tastes himself off your tongue. Something about it makes him moan against your lips, guiding you to straddle his lap, snaking a hand down to hold your hip. Your tongues work in perfect harmony, a gasp being swallowed by Heeseung as he lands a harsh slap against your bare ass. He leaves no time for you to collect yourself as his fingers are teasing your wet pussy, spreading the folds apart allowing his middle finger to tease and prod at your eager hole. You’re greedy trying to lean back so that it’ll slip in but Heeseung is stronger keeping you in place with the hand on the back of your neck, whining into his mouth about wanting him. A blush across your face when he asked you to repeat yourself, to beg if you wanted it that badly. To which you do, leaning into his chest, licking and nipping his ear lobe.

“Fuck me, please? Want you to fill me up, make me yours.”

“Unless,” you leave a pause, smirking as you whisper into his ear. “I should ask one of your friends to come fuck me for you.”

That's more than enough for Heeseung to angrily stuff his fingers into your wet pussy, the hand on the back of your neck tightening leaving you gasping. Heeseung wasn’t no longer the sweet man from earlier, his fingers scissoring you open as he demanded you to tell him who you belonged to, rough slaps against your ass when you took too long to respond. You were his. Squealing as he corrected your behavior by removing his fingers, manhandling you so that you were on your stomach, legs tucked underneath you. There’s no build up, Heeseung pushing himself into you harshly, mounting you until he has you into a mating press. He was going to ensure you never thought about another man again, his thrust making you come in contact with the headboard, tears forming in your eyes making your vision blur.

“Hee,” you cry out, nails digging into the sheets, tears starting to fall and roll down your flushed cheeks.

Heeseung leans forward so that his body weight traps you underneath him, he pushes your hair out of his way, biting roughly into your shoulder. It makes you scream, begging him to slow down, Heeseung responding with a laugh.

“Going to remind you that you’re mine, train this pussy to only cum if I am the reason. You understand?”

“Yes-,” you let out an animalistic whine, Heeseung pulling you into a headlock, forcing you to stare at the mirror directly to your right.

“Try again.”

“Sir, yes Sir,” you whimper when he calls you his good girl earning a kiss on your cheek as he continues to fuck into you with growing speed. Your pussy was red, bruised, hungrily swallowing Heeseung like the greedy whore you were for him. Your second orgasm was dangerously near, something snapping in you as Heeseung added the slightest bit of pressure in the chokehold, squeezing around him in response. Heat flooded into your abdomen and inner thighs, begging him to let you go, saying you needed to use the bathroom. He ignores your pleas, sobbing uncontrollably now as your body gives out, squirting around Heeseung’s dick with a shrill scream being fucked out of you. He doesn’t slow down as he chases his own orgasm, your sensitive walls being abused by your best friend, whimpering nonsense into the sheets as you watch yourself in the mirror.

Feeling Heeseung’s thighs start to shake and convulse, your eyes roll sweetly back into your skull as he cums hard into you, body going limp having to catch himself with a shaky arm to not crush you. He doesn’t pull out just yet, guiding you along with him so that he’s next to you, both of you trying to catch your breath. Neither of you say anything for a while until Heeseung presses small kisses into your shoulder blade, shakily gasping as he pulls out, having you turn over to face him. He calls you pretty which earns a laugh, humming happily when he cups your face into his hand, pulling you into a slower kiss. It’s sweet, romantic, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach as Heeseung pulls away, playing with the ends of your hair.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore,” you chuckle, giving him a kiss. “Otherwise, really, really good.”

His free hand is massaging your hip, fingers digging into your skin making soft content hums come from you.

“Let’s get a shower and head to bed, yeah?”

Stealing a peek at the time it was well past six in the morning now, your eyes widening is disbelief. Heeseung laughs at your shocked expression, helping you off the bed and towards the bathroom on shaky legs. Landing a playful slap across your ass, you stumble, the two of you laughing as Heeseung grabs you in a panic to help stabilize you.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, kissing your cheek as he opened the bathroom door.

“Slapping me when I already can’t walk? You’re shameless.”

“It’s not my fault that I have a pretty girlfriend.”

Heeseung had said it so casually you nearly didn’t catch it, the two of you freezing before looking at one another. His cheeks were bright red, you could feel yours warming up as well, but not to the extreme degree he currently was. At first he goes to open his mouth, apologize for calling you his girlfriend when you weren’t, but something in him stopped him. He wasn’t sorry for calling you that, he wanted you to be his girlfriend, wrapping his hands around the base of your jaw, kissing you. The two of you didn’t need words to know what that kiss meant, Heeseung guiding you towards the sink, lifting you to sit on the cool marble. The contrast of the cool sink against your warm skin causes you to jump, giggling into Heeseung’s mouth who giggled along with you. His hands slowly slide down to comfortably rest on your waist, Heeseung pulling back to look at you, the held eye contact and comfortable silence making the butterflies in your stomach dance.

“So, is it okay to assume you’re my girlfriend?”

Heeseung asked this while tucking your hair behind your ear, a smile on his lips.

“Wow, not even going to ask me out? After I took your virginity and all.”

A laugh bellows out of Heeseung, who nods, stepping away to open the bathroom door, peering into the bedroom watching as Heeseung goes to the bedroom’s door now. He sticks his head out just enough so he wouldn’t accidentally flash either of you.

“Just so everyone knows, she’s my girlfriend now!” Heeseung yells into the hallway, hearing the sound of bottles clinking together and a rather loud, “fucking finally!” Assuming it was Jay. Slamming the door behind him, you laugh watching Heeseung walk back into the bathroom, humming happily when he stops in front of you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re insane,” you laughed, a clear smile across your face expressing how you felt perfectly. Heeseung nods, a smile on his own face, giving you several small pecks agaisnt your lips.

“Yeah but you like it. My, pretty, girlfriend.”

“I do, I really do. I love you.”

Those three words bring a blush to creep up your neck to your face, giggling watching Heeseung’s expressions. He brings you into another romantic kiss, his actions soft and full of passion. He goes to slip his fingers into you but you stop him, telling him you were sore and desperately wanting a shower. He makes a joke about using the shower for another round calling him a feral beast, Heeseung laughing hard as he helps you off the sink and into the shower. He’s respectfully helping you shower without making it an excuse to initiate another round, helping dry your hair afterwards so you don’t catch a cold.

Once the both of you are ready to climb into bed, thankfully with clean sheets and comforters, you nuzzle your face into Heeseung’s chest. He smells like ocean air and sandalwood, the warmth radiating off him blanketing you in sleepy comfort. His hands fall into a repetitive rhythm of rubbing your back, your eyes starting to struggle to stay open.

“Hee,” you softly whispered, Heeseung giving you a quiet, “hm?”

You lift your head up, your eyes moving from his eyes to his lips, back up, before moving your head back to its previous position.

“I love you.”

“I love you most,” Heeseung said, wrapping you closer to him if that was even humanly possible.

Sung Hanbin’s eyes stay on you with an amused smile on his face as he watches you try (and fail) to walk toward the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. You turn to face him, your face scrunched up in annoyance as well as embarrassment, being unable to walk due to the night before. Your legs felt as heavy as lead pipes, waving him over to help you to the bathroom. Hanbin is quick on his feet (that only adds to your slight annoyance) helping you up by placing an arm around your back underneath your armpits to help lift you up from the floor. The walk itself to the bathroom felt like forever, sighing in relief as you sat on the toilet, leaning forward to place the top of your head against his stomach, using Hanbin’s body as a head rest.

“I hate you,” you grumbled, the pain in between your legs down to the sore bruises on your legs serving as a constant reminder. Hanbin does nothing but laugh a little, running a hand through your hair as he says you’re pretty, too proud of himself to deny being proud of causing your current state.

Kim Jiwoong uses the arm wrapped behind your shoulders to bring you into a kiss, his lips warm and soft against your own. The fingers of his free hand snake their way down to gently touch your swollen clit, causing you to jerk.

“It’s too sensitive,” you whined, burying your face into the small space of his arm and chest. He chuckled while moving your face to regain eye contact, moving it back down to try and touch the swollen bud. You jerk once again telling him it was too much, a cocky smirk on his lips as he asks why you were so sensitive down there. To which you whine and tell him that he knows exactly why. Jiwoong plays dumb, claiming he has no idea before asking you to enlighten him! You know you’ll get nowhere if you don’t play along, a blush erupting across your face as you explain how he made you cum too many times in a row and now you were incredibly sore and incapable of walking. His eyes are fixated on you which makes you nervous blushing more as he pins you down, a hand sneaking it’s way in between your legs, fingers brushing up against the swollen bud making your eyes roll back with a moan.

“Let’s stay in bed then.” Jiwoong states, your head is already too fuzzy to care much about anything else besides the feeling of his touch.

Zhang Hao kisses your cheeks, apologizing in between each one for immobilizing you.

“I didn’t think I went that hard, I'm sorry.”

He’s trying to be sincere with his apology but your scowl makes him laugh, it being too cute for him. You whine that he’s mean for leaving you unable to walk correctly and now laughing at your face, Hao explaining he truly didn’t mean to. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, lips quivering as you tried (and miserably failed) to hold back your tears.

At first Hao instantly begins to comfort you and apologizes again, growing quiet as you accidentally brush your hand against his growing erection. Silence fills out the room, looking up at Hao who is staring down at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard once he sees the tears staining your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins to say but the way your eyes were shining wet with tears, he cups your face to pull you into a heated kiss.

“You look so pretty when you cry, you know?”

Whining you call him stupid, sighing as he pulls you into his lap, rutting against his bulge as he stares at your pretty stained face. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Seok Matthew sets his weights down, walking across the gym to stand behind you, his hands grazing up your sides until they settle in the dips of your shoulders. You watch him through the mirror, tipping your head back until it rests lightly against his stomach.

“You need help?”

With a shake of your head you let out a small laugh as Matthew questions you again making you blush bringing up this morning.

“You sure? You needed help getting out of bed this morning.”

“Matthew!” Giving his arm a light slap, he bends over your body in a fit of laughter, his hands leaving their previous spot on your shoulders down in between your legs. His fingers dangerously brush up against your clothed pussy, the fabric being swallowed easily as he pushes the digits. Moans drip from your mouth from his skilled touch, tilting your head to the side to watch him work you via the mirror. His taunting words reminding you how hard he fucked you the night before he had to carry you out of bed to get to the gym makes you body arch beneath him. It doesn’t take long for you to beg him to take you there on your yoga mat, climbing off the bench to position yourself onto the ground.

You didn’t care about the outcome of this, your body aches melting into distant memories until a few hours from now, clinging to Matthew pathetically as he guides you on your trembling legs to the bedroom.

Kim Taerae kisses down your inner thighs, a smug smile on his face as he asks where you got the bruises from.

“You know where,” you tell him with a slightly annoyed undertone, your thighs jerking as he bites down into the soft skin in retaliation.

He was purposely teasing you, your body aching from a few hours ago, unable to walk properly without limping as well. Taerae rubs your clit with his fingers, your head rolling to the side as you breathlessly moan.

“You look so hot all bruised up like this, remember all of it?”

Sparking your memories of him bending you nearly in half and abusing your pussy, you grew wetter, much to Taerae’s amusement as he leaned forward and lapped his tongue over the slit of your pussy in response. Working his fingers alongside his tongue before kissing your clit, you grab the pillows behind your head, arching to gain more friction. Taerae’s lips leave your clit with a lewd yet pop, clenching around his fingers growing more insane with each passing second. It hurt to move, unable to suppress your pained noises which Taerae quickly turned to moans as he turned to finger fuck you as his tongue and lips worked together in harmony to abuse your clit.

It didn’t take long for you to cum, an embarrassed laugh coming from you as you looked down at Taerae, his face wet paired with that damn smile of his.

Ricky smirks watching you cling to the bed frame, legs shaking as you try to stand up. Falling back onto the bed with a pained groan, Ricky offers to help you, whipping your head around to glare at him.

“You did this in the first place.”

“I remember someone asking for me to go harder.”

Opening then shutting your mouth you face away from him, he wasn’t wrong about that but you didn’t want to admit that either. Feeling the bed shake as Ricky moves about, you feel a hand slip up from your neck to cup your cheek, trying to get you to face him.

“Look at me.”

Refusing at first, Ricky gives a dumbfounded chuckle before forcing you to face him. His eye contact was intense, you know that he loved keeping eye contact when playing with you like this. More so, you knew he loved watching as you struggled to maintain it as he fucked you mercilessly.

Cupping your jaw, he kisses you, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth before letting it free, your eyes widening from the few seconds of pain. It doesn’t take much for you to end up back underneath him, arms tightly crossed behind his neck, moaning loudly whilst maintaining eye contact as Ricky quickens his thrusts. Each time he reconnected with your thighs, a loud slap being hurt echoing from the room.

You knew you’d be unable to move even an inch after this, Ricky smiling at you, coaxing you to keep your eyes open as he pins you down for him to use so perfectly.

Gyuvin nuzzles into the crook of your neck, a whine coming from you asking him to stop moving so much. Your body was already insanely sore, Gyuvin having to help carry you to the bathroom and then back to bed. Having already faced the teasing from your boyfriend for being unable to walk, you wanted to settle down for a bit, Gyuvin not seeming to get the hint.

“Sorry,” he whispered, a clear smile on his face based on his tone.

He shifts again behind you, your nails digging into his bare thigh as you gasp, his dick pushing deeper into your already sensitive pussy. It was clear this was on purpose but he’d deny it, trying to look over your shoulder to glare at him, demanding he settle down. However, he doesn’t, instead he lifts your leg up and begins to thrust back into you. Gyuvin’s movements are fluid, your eyes scrunched up as you moaned loudly begging for him to continue. Your thoughts became cloudy, words slurred, quite literally going dumb on his dick, the pain in your legs being forgotten for now.

Placing your coat onto its hanger, you take off your heels, shifting so that your phone is safely tucked between your ear and shoulder.

“Mhm, I just made it inside. Thank you again for dinner and your new book, I’m thinking of starting it soon.”

That gains a laugh from the other end.

“Have you read any of my books?” Jaehyun questioned.

There’s a small pause.

“Well, no, but I still buy them thank you!” You retort back.

He thanks you for that, the two of you falling into casual conversation until he makes it home, bidding each other goodnight before hanging up. Quietness fills out your apartment, debating what to do with your nail between your teeth. Having decided on showering quickly before getting into bed, you let your hair air dry, pour a glass of wine, and grab Jaehyun’s new book as you climb into bed.

Brushing the cover with your hand you feel the lettering, liking the title considering it was ironically before bed for you.

Before Sleeping.

Opening the book to the first page you get engrossed in the novel. Much to your surprise it’s filthy, the glasses of wine heightening the blush blossoming over your face and legs. You didn’t know Jaehyun wrote like this, your lip tucked between your teeth as you made it halfway through before deciding it was time for sleep. Your heart raced in your chest, eyes heavy due to the sudden sleepiness paired with the alcohol, nodding off rather quickly.

“Are you awake?”

“Hm?”

You’re asked again, humming, feeling your body being rolled over so you’re flat on your back. Eyes fluttering open as you see Jaehyun over you. He’s still wearing what he wore last night at dinner, sleepily asking what he was doing here. Jaehyun brushes the hair out of your face, the pad of his thumb brushing across the entirety of your bottom lip.

“I missed you, sorry if I came at a bad time.”

Shaking your head you tell him it’s okay, the room going quiet until you offer him to lay down, cuddling into him instinctively. He doesn’t speak as he cups your face, your breath hitching as he brings you into a kiss, your lips in perfect harmony. Jaehyun felt warm, this isn’t real you thought, ignoring the voice in your dream, letting Jaehyun engulf. His cologne was inviting, gasping as his large hands started exploring your body.

“Jaehyun..” you softly moaned, clenching around nothing as he sat up, removing his shirt. Your heart leapt, forgetting how fit your best friend was under layers. Lifting your hand up you place it against his abs, his hand wrapped around your wrist as he brings it down to feel his growing bulge. Gulping at the size, you blush as he talks dirty, the words familiar but not able to pinpoint why.

“Look how you affect me, this is all your doing.”

The sound of his belt being undone makes the wetness between your thighs grow, gasping slightly as his trousers are pulled down, not expecting him to have nothing on underneath them. He’s large, your eyes unable to move past that, Jaehyun chuckling asking if you liked what you saw. Shamelessly nodding in response. Jaehyun says something you’re not able to make out, your eyes widening as he manhandles you so you’re sat up, your face dangerously close to his dick. Staring up at him he gives you a smile, bushing your bangs back as he tells you to open your mouth for him. You obey, opening your mouth, Jaehyun placing two fingers against your wetly warm tongue. The pressure is thrilling, wrapping your lips around the digits, humming as he pushes them toward than back between your lips in a rhythm. You feel like you’re on cloud nine, your own fingers falling to rub your clit, gasping for air when he removes his fingers.

“What an impatient brat, you need more already?”

You nod.

With little to no time for you to process, he’s pushing his dick into your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag slightly. He seems to be into it by the way he’s collecting a handful of your hair, saying you looked so pretty with him in your mouth, bringing his hips back to snap back forward into your mouth. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as Jaehyun picked up his pace, pushing deeper into your throat, stretching perfectly for him. Hearing his raspy voice curse and compliment how good your throat felt around him, makes you feverishly delve your fingers into your drenched cunt. It’s sloppy, one hand wrapped around his thigh as the other worked yourself, eyes scrunched closed as you swallowed around him, Jaehyun’s grip on your hair tightening in response.

“Fuck, I’m,” Jaehyun chuckled, his voice breaking being a sign he was already close, his breathing heavy.

He places both of his hands on either side of your head, fucking himself deep in your throat. Pushing your nose deep against his pubes, his groans loud as he finally tips over the edge, cumming deep down your throat. You swallow what you can, Jaehyun pulling out, panting as you try to catch your breath, having already cummed around your own fingers a moment prior. Feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen makes you smile up at him with hooded eyes, Jaehyun calling you a good girl as he plants kisses across your face. He leans down just a bit so that he’s able to whisper in your ear, your body small compared to him.

“Time to wake up, doll.”

Sitting up with a gasp, you rub the sleep from your eyes, turning your head to look at the time. Reality sets in quickly as your fingers trailed down between your legs, feeling how wet you were, pulling your hand back in embarrassment. Looking down to see the book next to you, your stomach ignites in flames, realizing you had dreamt you and Jaehyun as the couple in the book. The dream replays in your head, your hand instinctively moving back down to your cunt, biting down on your bottom lip thinking about him.

Jaehyun…

Being this worked up it’s not long before you’re cumming around your fingers, whimpering as you fish for your phone off the bedside table. You’re not thinking clearly, dialing Jaehyun, groaning as he answers. His voice is thick with sleep, asking what you needed so late in the night, breathlessly moaning in his ear as you touch your sensitive clit.

“Jaehyun, can you please,” you’re cut off by a trembling sigh, swallowing hard as you continue.

“Please, I need you, can you please come over?”

There’s a pause, hearing him move around on the other end of the phone. Asking if he was still there, Jaehyun’s voice returned, making your stomach erupt in butterflies.

“I’m on my way now, be a good girl and don’t touch until I get there, alright?”

His voice is thick, smooth, assertive, nodding before giving him an audible response. He hangs up, covering your mouth as you remove your fingers from your cunt to wait on Jaehyun.

It’s a minimum of fifteen minutes when you hear the sound of your door being unlocked, the shuffle of shoes being removed, Jaehyun knocking on the bedroom door before coming inside.

“Fuck,” he says with a smirk, removing his coat as he walked closer to you. Covering your exposed body with your hands unsuccessfully as he sat on the bed next to you. His hand hits something, watching as Jaehyun pulls something from the mess of your sheets, a smug smirk growing on his face.

“Ah,” he lifts his book up for you to see. “This is what’s got you like this, hm?”

You blush profusely reaching to grab the book from him but he’s quicker, Jaehyun placing it on the floor as he moves so he’s looming over you. His body is much larger than yours, caging you between him and the mattress, a shocker gasp coming from you. Placing his hand on your chest he drags it down your curves until it’s just hovering where you wanted him most, clenching pathetically around nothing.

“Jaehyun.. please,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, your fingers intertwining in the ends of his hair. Lifting his eyebrow feigning innocence he purposely pressed his fingers against your clit, making you jump, pulling him into a feverish kiss. Feeling insanely incredible as your lips work together, his large hands exploring you in ways that you didn’t know were possible, pulling back to catch your breath looking into his deep brown eyes.

“You look so pretty,” Jaehyun says, earning a deep blush from you as you pull back into another kiss.

“Please shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he laughs against your lips, repositioning you so that your legs are wrapped around him.

Sunwoo, your twin brother’s best friend, who you’ve known since the three of you could even properly walk. You easily see him nearly every day. Now that didn’t mean the two of you were close since then (nor being close now), he had always been and is most definitely more of your brother’s friend than yours. That fact in no way had ever bothered you by any means. To you, it was to be expected as the two of you had nothing particularly in common to connect with. Since you were children, people joked that if it wasn’t for their appearances, they’d be passable as the twins.

Present day, you sit quietly crisscrossed on the floor folding your laundry only averting your attention due to the sound of knocking against your bedroom door.

“Come in.”

The door whips open as your brother informs you that Sunwoo was coming over and he’d appreciate it if you didn’t try and pick a fight with him. You remind him it’s Sunwoo who starts the bickering between the two of you but, as expected, he dismisses your attempts of clearing your name. Simply waving his hand asking you to just get along and stay quietly in your room. Deciding to save your breath you promise him, huffing in annoyance as you remind him to close your door behind him as he walks away. Which of course much to your annoyance he ignores you completely, leaving you to get up and close it behind him. Coming to the conclusion that it was better to forget him than fixate on him being aggravating, you channel all your frustrations to your tasks. You finish your laundry and start a side quest of organizing your bedroom. Thankfully with the added motivation it's not a long feat. You fall back into bed when you’ve decided it was good enough for now, only sitting up once you hear your stomach growl, placing a hand over your stomach. Technically your brother couldn’t force you to stay in your room forever, even if he wanted to. Pondering on your options you decide you didn’t care, slipping on a pair of slippers and walking downstairs passing through the living room to enter the kitchen. Choosing to ignore their annoyed complaints when you crossed in front of the tv, not that you had a choice. Not that stopped them from complaining. Opening the fridge to search for something easy but filling to make the options felt endless. Closing the fridge door after grabbing a few random tupperware with leftovers, you flinch in surprise seeing Sunwoo standing on the other side staring at you with no expression.

“Stop scaring me, what do you need?” You questioned him, rubbing your chest in a circular motion to steady your heartbeat.

“I just wanted to grab a drink so let’s not be so dramatic.”

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you angrily heat your food in the microwave telling him you weren’t being dramatic. Adding that maybe he should consider making his presence known so others wouldn't get frightened by him. His rebuttal to that is asking if you’d let him know before you’re in the same room as him due to your face being too scary looking for him. Staring at him for a moment you look away with an eyeroll, telling him to shut up under your breath. Taking the time to place the dirty dishes into the sink and sit down at the table to eat your dinner in peace. At least as peaceful as it possibly could be with them two around. He doesn’t say anything else as he takes one last glance over at you before heading back into the living room to watch the game with your brother. You’re thankful for the loss of his presence, eating in silence having left your phone stupidly in your bedroom. Finishing up your meal you walk over to the sink making sure to wash your dishes before placing them into the dishwasher, drying your hands onto the dish towel. With a sigh, you turn on your heel in the direction of the archway going back towards the living room. Your brother requests your presence into the kitchen, rolling your eyes in annoyance as you reluctantly follow behind him to go back towards where you had just previously left.

“What did I say about staying in your room and not picking fights?” He angrily whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in a way that made you want to laugh.

“You can’t force me to stay in my room, you’re not my parent. This is my house too and if I want to eat, I can eat. Get over it.”

“Not when you pick fights with everyone.”

“You might be a few minutes older but you’re not very bright. Get over yourself.” You cut him off, turning away to stomp up the stairs until you make it into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Annoyance flooded your nerves wanting to go back downstairs and give him a piece of your mind but quickly deciding against it knowing it’d only be used against you later on. The rest of the night was quiet except the few loud cheering from downstairs that you’ve grown to know when their team scored. You sit up to try and relieve the restlessness in your legs, walking over to your computer chair and sit down in silence before turning your computer on. Placing your noise canceling headphones on, sitting comfortably crisscrossed in the seat, allowing yourself to get lost in your game.

It’s hours later into the night when a hand on your shoulder scares you, jumping out of your skin, ripping the headphones off your head ready to fight whoever it was. Your demeanor changes when you look up and see Sunwoo, rolling your eyes as you place your headphones back onto your head, leaving one ear open as you go back to focusing on your game.

“What?” Your tone laced with clear disdain.

“I just wanted to apologize.”

Pausing your game you turn back to give Sunwoo a confused and just as equally suspicious expression not exactly believing in the slightest that he wanted to give you a genuine apology. He’s quick to pick up on your suspicions as he tries his hardest to convince you that he’s sorry for the way your brother treated you because of him. Also apologizing for being rude earlier to you, not so subtly adding a compliment in there about your face. Not that you exactly believed him or the apology but the apology was nice to hear for once instead of being told you were the problem, halfheartedly accepting the apology and telling Sunwoo to close the door behind him on his way out. To which he does after walking away with a sigh as if he could tell you didn’t believe him. Which is something that he couldn’t blame you for. He's never given you a properly good reason to fully trust his words or even like him due to his tough guy behavior and treating you as a lesser being to him. Especially when your brother had already started picking on you, Sunwoo never failed to chime in with him. Sunwoo did want to be a better person, to show that he's changed, but he’s aware it’ll take time. Breaking old habits of his. Waiting for him to leave, you peel off your headphones, staring at the closed door in confusion. You weren’t sure which was worse, Sunwoo being decent towards you or being a prick. Either way, you weren't buying the act. Saving your progress before turning off your pc and climbing into bed for the night.

Sweat covered your skin, sitting up with shaky breathing, looking down at your comforter with wide eyes. There was no way in hell that you had just dreamt what you did, a hand shooting down under your blanket, gasping when your fingers brushed against your panties. A wet patch was there, evidence of your dreams, shaking your head rapidly praying you were still dreaming. In denial that you had dreamt of Sunwoo in such a manner. Shame, embarrassment, it all flooded into your mind like hot lava. You couldn’t believe that your mind would sabotage you in such ways. Dreaming of someone sexually when you shouldn't is both embarrassing as well as just as equally horrifying. Standing up you hurriedly grab clothes out of your dresser and make your way across the hall in desperate need of a shower. Begging that between a hot soapy shower and being awake for a bit will helo make you forget the entire dream all together.

However, you’ve never had decent luck.

Luck. You have none of it.

Sunwoo continues his daily routine of coming over to see your brother, your brain taunting you with images of that dream.

Due to this, the next few days are full of awkward silence. Well maybe more so from your end than Sunwoo’s, but nonetheless you avoided him at all costs. You couldn’t get the memory of your dreams out of your head, making even being in the same room as him feel deathly awkward. Sunwoo notices rather quickly of your avoidance. He couldn't pinpoint exactly why you suddenly avoided him like the plague. It was normal for you to avoid him by some degree but it was usually vocal rather than physically avoiding him.

Sunwoo enters the kitchen, your breath catching in your throat, coughing hard as you beeline out of the room and towards the stairs leading up to your room. He could've let it be, assuming this was the new normal for you two, but something about it had started to grow in him. Annoyed by your inability to even acknowledge his existence. His feet think before his brain has time to catch up, following behind you up the stairs. Before you can properly close your bedroom door, Sunwoo’s hand catches it, looking at him in confusion.

“Can you let go of my door?”

“What’s your deal?”

“Excuse me?”

Sunwoo looks at you as if he would rather be literally anywhere else. Which is funny considering he could be. Annoyed by his presence (and definitely not because the dream is replaying faintly in the back of your head, making you clench).

“I asked, what is your deal?” Sunwoo reiterated. Watching as you rolled your eyes alongside you making another attempt to close your door. Which he easily manages to block.

“Nothing, I’m trying to close my door. You're making that mighty difficult.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, you’ve been avoiding me.”

You scoff, as if he had offended you. As if he wasn’t correct.

“I have not been avoiding you, don't flatter yourself.”

“What would you call it then, hm? Leaving the room when I enter, ignoring me? Is that not the definition of avoidance?”

“No,” you pause, looking him up and down. Studying him. “Just means we’re not friends.” Honestly you're impressed he even noticed, considering him to be dumb. Not that he ever gave you that impression you had made it yourself after deciding you disliked him and his personality.

Sunwoo stares at you for a moment, quiet, as if he was trying to make sense of you. Then, he busts out in laughter, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You can’t lie worth shit. How am I supposed to believe you when you can’t even muster up a good poker face.”

Annoyance flooded your senses, face red and warm with equal parts of embarrassment and frustration. Sunwoo laughing at you, let alone directly in your face, made you want to throttle him. Waiting for him to stop laughing, his face red, wiping remnants of his tears away from his eyes.

“Are you done?” You questioned him, biting on the inside of one of your cheeks. Sunwoo was annoying you tremendously, yet, also fighting back the urge to smile at his stupid laugh. Dramatically he sighs, standing up straight to look down at you, stupid handsome smirk on his stupidly beautiful lips.

“So what is it? Why are you pretending I don’t exist?”

“Sunwoo. It’s nothing, I just don’t feel the need to pretend to be close to you.” Your fist tightens around the doorknob, an attempt to calm yourself down, desperately trying to ignore the voice in your head screaming over Sunwoo. The way his gaze fixated on you made your heart race. He could easily walk into the bedroom given his strength, the idea arousing something in you. Your thighs squeezed together as close as they possibly could be, barely focused on what Sunwoo was saying by this point.

“It’s nothing, you’re going through all the trouble for nothing?” Sunwoo himself was growing annoyed, feeling as if the two of you were simply going in circles, yanking the door open so he could get a proper good look at you.

“Just tell me why you’re avoiding me and I’ll leave. I want to at least apologize but I can’t if you don’t grow up and say anything.”

Opening your mouth to fire back, your words flow out of you faster than you can filter them, growing more passionate in the process. Your fists balled up on your sides, glaring at Sunwoo with such intensity that one could swear they saw smoke come out of your ears.

“Say it again.” Sunwoo responds with, taking you aback.

“What?”

“Say it again,” he encourages you again, or rather dares you. “I want to hear you say it again.”

Your throat suddenly feels like it’s closing in on itself, your mouth dry, voice gone. It dawns on you that you exposed yourself, your innermost thoughts to the very subject of them. Yet, there he stood, waiting for you to confirm what he had heard and you knew he wasn’t going to let it go until then.

“I dreamt we fucked.” You said barely audible to your own ears.

“Like you mean it.”

“I don’t mean it,” you cut yourself off, face extremely red. “We had sex in my stupid dream. Happy? Now leave.” You try to grab the door but Sunwoo is quicker, stepping past the threshold and into your bedroom. The door slams behind him, causing you to jump. He shouldn’t be in here, your heart shouldn't be racing, and Sunwoo definitely shouldn't be wrapping his arms around you like he is. His cologne hits your nose, a faint moan vibrating in the base of your throat, content with his scent. The two of you have never been this close even when you were slightly considered as friends in the past, your veins filled with electricity.

“Did we kiss in your dream?” Sunwoo asked, making a mental note of him staring directly at your lips when he asked that.

Nodding, you inform him that the two of you did, awkwardly complimenting his lips. That makes Sunwoo chuckle, nodding to himself as his hand is brought up to cup the side of your jaw. Chills run down your arms, unaware that you’re fully leaning into his touch by this point, gasping softly when he leans in closer.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” There’s a short pause. “Can I kiss you?”

Again you should’ve pulled away, kicked him out of your room, told him to never talk to you again, but you simply couldn't. Instead you lean in with him until your lips meet. The feeling in your body is as if fireworks had gone off, groaning in your throat when the hand on your jaw tightened. The kiss makes your heart race hard in your chest, beating hard into your ribs. Reach up to place your hands on the backside of Sunwoo’s neck to ground yourself, closing any space left between the two of you. Greed flowed through you wanting more, needing more, allowing Sunwoo to guide you blindly so your back rests up against your bedroom wall. Hands become a frenzy mess with the two of you growing bolder, needier. Sunwoo only pulls away long enough to get air. The kiss intensified until the two of you migrated towards your bed, falling flushed into the mattress with a shared gasp.

Sunwoo looks down at you, his eyes making you feel like you would melt right then and there. Breaking eye contact as you watch his hand travel from its place around your thigh up to rest on your waist. His grip is firm, possessive, and strong.

“What did we do in that dream of yours, hm?”

It’s hard for you to get a single word out being fixated on his hands, whimpering when he asks again, the hand not wrapped around your waist finding its way underneath your shirt.

“You, ah,” you moan, squeezing your legs together when Sunwoo cups your breast into his hand.

“I what, come on baby, tell me.”

“I’m trying,” you whined, the pet name making you feel insane. Choosing to wrap a hand around his arm that was attached to the hand teasing your sensitive skin.

“You ate me out, made me feel good.” You trailed off, facing away from Sunwoo avoiding his face, red with embarrassment. Feeling his hand remove itself from your waist and grip your chin instead you prepare yourself to be face to face again. Fighting the urge to groan up at Sunwoo, becoming maybe a bit hyper aware of how sexy his expressions were. A single shift in his eyebrows made your heart race anticipating what he was going to do next, growing wet from the simplest of things. Cursing Sunwoo in your mind. Sunwoo drops his hand from your chin and uses it to spread your legs apart, making you return to reality, looking down at him in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” Sunwoo questioned back, now removing the hand from your chest, watching him scoot back on the bed until he's flat on his stomach. Shyness flooded your mind, asking to shower first, trying to sit up away from his face that was too close to your pussy. He growls in annoyance, wrapping both his arms around your legs, yanking you closer. The back of your head makes contact with the mattress, the air in your lungs knocked out of you as Sunwoo puts you in full view for him to witness. Covering your face with your arms, you groan telling him to shut up as he runs two fingers up then back down on either side of your lips. He’s teasing you both verbally and physically, his fingers skilled in the way he easily finds what areas make you gasp, thighs shaking under his arms. He comments on how wet your thin panties are, how little they leave for the imagination, rubbing two fingers over it to collect it onto them.

“Look at me.”

Shaking your head you yelp, feeling his hand connect with your clothed pussy, Sunwoo telling you to look at him again. Something in you snaps, looking down at him with a pouty expression. One that made Sunwoo twitch in his sweats, bringing his fingers up for you to see, a cocky smile on his face.

“This wet from kissing and touching, your dreams must’ve been real good for you to be this wet for me.” Sunwoo puts emphasis on the last part of his sentence, pleased with how red you got, struggling to deny it. Your stammering and defensiveness is more than enough evidence for him. Growing impatient Sunwoo wraps his hand around your panties, yanking them off you. The sound of the thin lace fabric ripping makes you whine over it. Sunwoo saying he will replace them later, content with the compromise.

“I want a taste,” Sunwoo states, looking up at you through his eyelashes. It brings a wave of heat across your skin, nodding eagerly in response. It’s not enough for him, Sunwoo connecting another slap against your now fully exposed pussy. Whimpering, being fully aware of what he wanted, you beg for him to eat you out, toes curling when he pushes your legs open fully for him to slot into. Bitting your bottom lip as he places gentle kisses against your pussy, his ears twitching as you whimper his name under your breath. His breath fans over your wet pussy making your head fall back, fingers spreading you open for him to see. With how wet you are it’s impossible to mask the noises produced by your pussy, going to cover your face with your hands, which is denied by Sunwoo telling you to watch him. Propping yourself up onto your elbows you watch as Sunwoo smiles at you before dipping his head, tonguing in between your folds as his nose brushes against your clit. Snaking a hand down to wrap around his soft dark locks you curse under your breath as he eagerly tries to get noises out of you. He skillfully moves his fingers to work alongside in perfect harmony with his tongue. It’s a deadly combo, begging him to slow down his pace feeling your brain grow dangerously fuzzy at the edges. His lips brush over your clit giving it opened mouth kisses before refocusing his tongue to delving it into your hole as he moves you impossibly closer to his face. Sunwoo sounds starved as he continues to eat you out, sloppy sucking and licking filling out the bedroom, squelching around his fingers, moans mixed in between. You don’t ever want him to stop, squeezing around his fingers feeling heat growing in your lower abdomen rapidly, your hand in his hair moving down to dig into his broad shoulders.

“Sunwoo, hold on, oh fuck,” you ramble, chest raising and falling fast, nearly screamimg as his fingers pump out of you quicker. “I’m, oh god, I’m going to cum, don't stop.” You beg, plead, feeling the knot snap. Your upper body falling back into the mattress, back beautifully arches so your lower half is flushed to his face. Sunwoo doesn’t move as your thighs tighten around both sides of his head, your nails dig into his skin, trembling intensely on his face. Slumping into the mattress, your eyes blurred, mouth agape as you tried to catch your breath. You can hear Sunwoo speaking but you’re too tired to move, whining feeling him sit up from his previous position to crawl on top of you. He leans down to plant kisses across your face, brushing your sweat matted hair out of the way.

“You there, baby?”

In response you shake your head earning a little smile from Sunwoo, who lays down next to you, planting the occasional soft kiss onto the side of your face. Once your heart has settled down enough, your body gaining its strength back, you turn to face Sunwoo. Sharing glances in silence you're the one to break the silence, sitting up shakily and moving to sit on Sunwoo’s lap. Accidentally plopping down onto his lap, he groans, guiding you with his hands into a more comfortable position for the both of you. Apologizing with a little blush on the apples of your cheeks.

“What are you doing up there?” Sunwoo questions, genuinely curious on what you were thinking of doing. With a shrug, you cross your arms to easily peel off your shirt, your breasts in full view for Sunwoo. Which he takes happily. Sunwoo swears under his breath at the sight letting both of his hands travel from your thighs up to your breasts, squeezing them several times over.

“You look so beautiful.”

His honesty makes you blush, telling him to shut up, giggling as he glares up at you. The softness of his actions makes your heart flutter, leaning down so you could catch him into a gentle kiss, humming as he fondles your ass. You’re addicted to Sunwoo, pulling back slightly tempted to slip an arm back and put him into you, ride him, but you were too tired for too much more. A pout forms on your lips, Sunwoo catching on quickly much to your liking.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

You sigh, planting a quick kiss onto his lips.

“I’m tired but I also want you in me.”

“I can help with that.” He states. Having you climb off his lap, standing up to remove his sweats and boxers. Finally seeing his dick makes you clench, extremely tempted to initiate a second round but you know your limits. So instead you watch him as he gives it a few slow strokes, a shaky breath falling off his lips as he tells you to comfortably lay down on your side. You listen obediently, turning to face away from him, moving until you’re perfectly comfortable. Feeling the bed dip down, your breath catches in your throat feeling Sunwoo’s warmth return.

“Open your legs for me.”

You listen.

Sunwoo fixes his position so he can slip into you comfortably, listening to his deep noises that make their way out of his mouth. Feeling him just barely move inside you makes heat wash over you, having to bite down on your knuckle to subdue your own noises, telling yourself to relax. Thankfully he's not painfully big, growing comfortable with his size, bringing Sunwoo’s arms to wrap around your waist, fingers interlocked with yours. Neither of you speak about the sudden change in your dynamic. Maybe too scared to put a label onto it, deciding for yourself that it was too late to worry about it too awfully much. Telling Sunwoo a final goodnight as you let your mind wander off, falling asleep peacefully.

However, unlike you, Sunwoo lays awake. For the last several hours he’s been thinking about the changed dynamic, scared you’re going to wake up and change your mind. Regret this, regret him. An idea that he wishes to forget about. He gets his wish, you shifting in your sleep suddenly.

Sunwoo places a hand firmly around your thigh, his eyes wide, gasping as you continue to shift in your sleep. Not something that normally would have him fighting for his life but considering you were cockwarming him, he was struggling profusely. He considers the possibility of you being awake and messing with him, calling out your name, not getting a response in return.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, the hand on your thigh moving to spread your ass. Sunwoo tells himself to go back to bed, pull out, ignore the throbbing in his dick but he can’t. The way your snores rattle in his head, breathy faint moans here and there in between, the way you pushed back up against him; Sunwoo swore he was going to die. He tests the waters, pulling back before gently pushing back towards your direction watching himself push in and out of your pussy. Eyes rolled back, a shaky groan deep in his throat, Sunwoo is convinced he’s died and went to the next best thing. The way you clench around him is delicious, trying his best to not get caught up in the moment. It doesn’t take very long however for Sunwoo to forget his own thoughts, fixated on how good you feel wrapped around him. Letting the hand on your thigh to travel down to wrap around the back of your knee, lifting your leg up so he can fuck you with better ease. Yes, he should be considering the likeliness of you waking up but he didn’t take time to consider anything, lost in his own desires. He doesn’t notice that you’ve woken up, blinking the sleep from your eyes, moans growing louder realizing what was happening.

“Woo, wait, oh god.” you moan, turning your head in a failed attempt to look at him, tilting your head down in pleasure. Sunwoo at least becomes aware of you being awake, moving his free hand to wrap around your throat, bringing you closer to him so your lips are crashing together. It’s hungry, messy, and wet. Not a single thought comes to mind as Sunwoo ruins you perfectly, moaning pathetically into his mouth, begging for him to continue. The all familiar feeling of heat builds in your abdomen, your nails digging into the skin of Sunwoo’s leg. It’s intense, indescribable, unable to properly breathe, between the kissing and choking. Your brain is fuzzy, losing all sense, allowing your body to move on instinct. Pushing back against Sunwoo as he thrusts deep into you the sound of skin hitting against skin fills out the bedroom. Breaking away from the kiss, you rest your forehead onto Sunwoo's, staring at his swollen lips, whimpering between your words.

“I’m going to cum. Feels so, so, so good, please let me cum.”

It seems Sunwoo ignored what you said, going to repeat yourself until he drops his hand off your throat, repositioning you so that you’re pinned down against the mattress. Two hands firmly wrapped on either side of your waist. Sunwoo’s quick, deep thrusts make your eyes well up with tears, still trying to process the change in both position and pace. Your fingers grip your pillows until the knuckles are white, eyes rolled back into your head, each time your ass comes flush with his thighs knocking a string of moans from you. Sunwoo removes one hand off your waist to slide down your back, content with your arch, swearing as you feel him lean down to hold you in place by the back of your neck. Given his new position, each thrust into you is deeper than previously. It drives you mad, continuing your strings of rambling and pleads, teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm. It was becoming evident that Sunwoo wouldn't last much longer himself, his thighs starting to tremble tremendously, his groans elongated and deep.

“Fuck, you feel so good, wrapped around me.”

Sunwoo barely manages to get his sentence out, replacing the hand around the back of your neck with the other, using his right hand to guide your hips. You're both close, fighting the orgasm that begged to release, something in you needing Sunwoo’s permission to do so. Removing one hand off your pillow you reach for Sunwoo who notices, taking your arm and pinning it down behind your back instead. You whine, turning your head to the side unable to move properly under him. Taking everything given to you obediently. Although you were behaving your body was not, screaming at you to let go, to cum, needing that sweet release. So, in a desperate attempt, you beg Sunwoo. Hoping he will give you mercy this once.

“Woo, please let me cum. It hurts. So good, please? Please..” you trailed off, burying your face into a pillow. Embarrassed by your pleading that came out more of a scream. Sunwoo twitches, enjoying the way you pleaded to him, telling you to hold on a little longer, to cum with him. You obey, toes curling when his thrusts go from fast yet still strong to convulsing thighs, slowing down his thrusts.

“Cum, fuck, cum with me, baby.” Sunwoo grunts, his hand dropping off your arm to lean forward, boxing you in between him and the bed. Your orgasm hits you hard, knocking all the air out of your lungs as you cum around Sunwoo feeling him break down simultaneously. Warmth covers the back of your thighs, your ass, barely coherent enough to catch the sound of Sunwoo cursing under his breath. You allow yourself to be manhandled, Sunwoo pressing small kisses on your face, apologizing for finishing not only in you but all over your lower body as well. His change in demeanor makes you laugh, pulling him closer to kiss him easier telling him you didn’t particularly care what he’s done. Sunwoo smiles, proud of himself, your head on his lap, giggling when he spreads your legs open to stare at his mess. Cocky asshole.

“You look pretty stuffed with my cum.”

You give him a look, laughing, kicking him away from you as you sit up to use the bathroom.

“You’re so stupid.” You said matter of factly. Sunwoo surprises you by wrapping both his arms around you, yanking you back to him, attacking you with his lips.

“I’ll show you stupid.”

“What does that even mean, Woo?” You questioned, in between him stealing kisses, his hands playing with the fat of your ass.

“You’ll figure it out soon enough.” He states confidentially, initiating a kiss that you're more than happy to reciprocate. Humming when Sunwoo’s tongue slips alongside your own. Neither of you want to break away from the kiss until he pulls back first, his head pressed against yours, breath fanning your neck as he tries to regain his breathing.

“Want me to help clean you up?”

“I think if you follow me to the shower, it’ll become counterintuitive, Woo. Maybe let me shower first.” You move off his lap, listening to him whine, saying you could save water if he shared the shower with you. Telling him to hush and wait for next time you’ll happily share a shower with him then. Hearing that makes Sunwoo brighten up looking up at you in the cutest way possible.

“So there is a next time? Good.”

With a shake of your head you grab clean clothes, wrapping a blanket around your body as you quietly open your bedroom door to sneak to the bathroom across the hall. A hand grabbing your wrist stops you in your tracks, spinning you around so that you’re pressed up against the bathroom door. You gasp, giggling as quietly as you could, asking Sunwoo what he was doing.

“Stealing one more kiss before I head out. Don’t think your brother would appreciate the possibility of catching us in bed together.”

The mention of your brother annoys you, groaning, telling Sunwoo to not ruin the moment. Giving him a final kiss you tell him goodnight. He reminds you to text him later before bed, which you already know you will, waving to him as he goes downstairs to leave.

Tonight felt unreal, like another one of your dreams, but you weren’t upset by it either. Maybe you guys weren't the best of friends yet but that’ll come with time, sighing happily as you go into the bathroom to shower.

Getting out, you slip clean sheets back onto your bed, blushing when you remember just an hour prior you were underneath Sunwoo. That reminds you to text him, bidding him a simple good night. Turning your ringer off, you curl up onto your side, drifting off to sleep easier than usual.

Ever since you had gotten your boyfriend, Yunho, the new Spider-man two game for his playstation, he’s been a bit too occupied. You never minded when Yunho would set away time to play his games, always having an unofficial schedule of doing your own work or hobbies while he games. However, it’s been two days and the game was slowly (but quickly) getting in the way of both your relationship and life itself. He’s barely eaten, slept, and you were more than positive that the only thing he did in the bathroom was to use the toilet meaning; he was in desperate need of a shower.

Knocking on his door, you popped just your head in, having to step inside fully with a sigh seeing his gaming headset on. He was most likely playing with his friends (mentally apologizing to their partners knowing exactly what they’re going through) tapping onto his shoulder to grab his attention. Yunho blatantly ignores you, rolling your eyes as you shook his shoulder saying his name again to rob his attention from the game. This ends up with him pausing the game finally, muttering to his friends that he had to deal with something, the group groaning saying to make it quick. Turning his head he gives an annoyed, “yes?”

“Don’t be mean, Yunho. I was trying to not interrupt and ask if you wanted anything to eat but you couldn’t hear me.”

“I’m not hungry.” He goes to put the headset back on, stopping him by placing it back down onto the desk.

“Yeah see I don’t believe that because you haven’t eaten in a few days and I’m starting to get annoyed.”

Lifting up a handful of empty candy wrappers, you glare at Yunho stating candy wasn’t a nutritional meal, a pout forming on his face as he turns his hand to let the wrappers fall back onto his desk. Luckily, he was smart enough not to argue with logic.

“I’m just asking, come eat, shower, and then if you’d like to go back to gaming, cool. I hate sounding like your mum.”

Yunho blushes, apologizing as he tells everyone he’ll be back later on, saving the game before closing out of it. Standing up he feels the ache of sitting for too long, his empty stomach growling loudly as he sheepishly grabs for your hand to walk to the kitchen with you.

“You smell,” you said with a laugh, all but being dragged into the kitchen where Yunho finished multiple bowls of rice and plates of meat. You were happy to see him finally eat properly, enjoying your warm stew as he grilled more meat for the two of you to share on the portable grill.

Finishing your meal, the two of you slouch into your seats, Yunho thanking you for the meal. You laugh at him, telling him it wasn’t a problem and you were happy that he ate. Yunho excuses himself to go shower, giving you a kiss against your forehead before lightly jogging towards the direction of the bathroom. Usually you’d be bothered by having to make dinner and then clean up solo but hearing the shower finally running after a few days, you’ll happily do the majority of the work.

Placing the last of the dried dishes into the cupboards, you turn around hearing the bathroom door opening, anticipating for Yunho to come back into the kitchen (most likely to show you he showered like a puppy.) As if on cue, Yunho comes out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen in a pair of black shorts and a lavender gray sweater, towel wrapped around his neck to protect his hair from dripping onto it. Giving him a tight hug around his waist, you bury your face into his chest, inhaling his clean scent before looking up at him with a huge grin.

“You smell so good. Thank you.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Yunho says as he leans down and plants a kiss against your lips, walking back towards his gaming room.

“I love you!”

“I love you too, dork.” You yell back, going to your shared room to grab clothes to take your own shower.

Several hours later, you hit the realization that Yunho was still gaming.

Swiping your phone screen down, you purse your lips, seeing it was already one in the morning and Yunho was yet in bed with you. Placing your phone down next to you, you grab the collar of the baggy shirt you stole from Yunho, taking an annoyed look down at your lingerie hiding underneath the baggy fabric. It felt like a bit of a waste, becoming slightly upset by it. Deciding you weren’t going to get upset or put beneath a game, you climb out of bed making your way down the small hallway into his gaming room. Of course when you twist the doorknob and push the door open, he was sitting at his desk, headset on as he yelled at his friends who were surely doing the same to him. Letting yourself in, you stand behind him for a while knowing that he was engrossed into the game, oblivious of the fact you were positioned right behind him.

“Yunho.”

Nothing.

You nudge him a bit, “Yunho?”

Nothing. If you were a snake, he’d be bitten eons ago.

Huffing you roll your eyes, gently bending onto the floor until your hands and knees touch the carpet. Quietly, you slowly and carefully crawl against the soft carpet to make your way under the desk from the side, thanking Yunho in your head for having pristine cable management. Not wanting to ponder on the level of embarrassment you would’ve had to face if you got stuck or unplugged a cord. He still hadn’t acknowledged your existence, shrugging as you situated yourself to be directly in front of his lap, taking a deep breath before reaching for his shorts. His knee jerks, knocking his knee against the underside of the desk as he feels a tug on the band of the shorts, surprised. Yunho leans back and looks down, flinching clearly spooked when he sees you tucked under him.

“When did you get there?” He asked, confused.

“No, not you, my girlfriend. Shut up.” Yunho hollers into the headset, covering his microphone with his hand.

“You once again didn’t answer me and haven’t even got to see me in my pretty new lingerie.” You feigned a pout, yanking his shorts down.

“Babe-,” He’s cut off by you wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, glaring at him.

“It’s the least you can do, Yunho. If you want to play your game so badly, do so, but I'm using you.” You spat, watching his eyes widen and roll back as you moved your fingers up the shaft, to compare size, the tips of your fingers nowhere near close to passing the tip. He lets out a breathy sigh flinching as he mumbles a suspiciously quick “nothing” into his headset, his head falling back as you leave multiple wet opened mouth kisses up the shaft stopping around the tip.

“Is that my shirt?”

You grin widely giggling as you give him a nod.

“Mhm, I know how hard you get from seeing me in your clothes.”

Yunho must’ve forgotten his headset audio was on, groaning out a low, “fuck,” as he moved to kick off his shorts. His dick laid heavy against his abdomen and stomach, smirking pleased at his expression. Someone was desperate. Placing your hand back around him, you shift your weight so you can easily lean forward, wrapping your lips around one of his balls. Taking it into your mouth and giving it a few suctions at different pressures, Yunho groans loudly, this time a hand reaching down to lock your head into place. The twinge of pain on your scalp makes you wet in between your legs, clenching around nothing as you hum contentedly. Dropping him from your mouth with a wet pop, you fight his grip on you long enough to look at him and smile, hoping to get exactly what you want.

“Take it off.”

Removing his grip from you, he pushes back just far enough from the desk to give you space to maneuver the shirt off yourself, exposing the revealing lingerie hidden underneath. Yunho breathes deeply through his nose, feeling suddenly embarrassed by his deep fixation on you, Yunho clearly content with your choice. The black sheer lace complimented your skin, his long slender fingers reaching down to hook underneath the shoulder strap, moving alongside it until he reached the back of it - - unhooking the bra to fall onto your lap in one smooth movement. Your boobs fall from the bra, blushing as he helps you to move onto his lap, not allowing you a second to process before his large mouth is wrapped around one of your nipples.

“Yunho.” You enthusiastically moan into his ear, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck allowing your fingers to intertwine with his hair. His tongue swipes across the erected bud as he uses his hand to squeeze your boob, pushing more than just the nipple into his ravenous mouth. Your mind becomes clouded as the hand around your boob slips down your stomach until it passes the band of your thong. Long, slender fingers moving suggestively up and then back down your slit before suddenly delving two into your pussy. Clenching around the digits, you whine into Yunho’s neck who hushes you down by praising you, moving just the tips of his fingers not yet thrusting.

“Want, more,” You slur looking down at his hand, giving him an inviting kiss against his jaw that immediately turned into a soft gasp from the sudden thrust of his fingers. They felt incredibly deep already, your head leaning back to rest on his armchair, moans flooding the room. Erotically wet squelching from his fingers pushing into you makes you blush profusely, begging him to quench the fiery desire for him. Fortunately due to the fact you two haven’t had sex in the days he’s spent gaming, Yunho was more than eager to do as you wished.

“Let’s take these off, ok?”

Yanking the thong off your body and throwing thoughtlessly somewhere on to the floor, Yunho helps you up so you're comfortably positioned bent over his desk. He fixes your legs open for easier access, kissing up from the shoulder blades to the crook of your neck, giving a playful bite before refocusing his attention. Wrapping a hand around the backside of your knee, Yunho lifts your leg up, his dick sinking into you with little to no resistance. Your eyes roll up in satisfaction, wrapping your fingers around the edge of his desk to hold yourself somewhat into place, sweet moans already starting to flow past your lips. With each thrust another round of erotic noises are ripped out of you, your thoughts cloudy as you begged Yunho to never stop. He wraps his free arm around your throat, bringing you up to his chest in a chokehold. The grip was tight but gentle enough not to bring you any harm, the additional pain making you clench around him hard.

“Please, please, please,” you begged.

“Please what, hm?”

Your face burns up suddenly embarrassed giving him nothing but breathy whines that held no context.

“I asked you a question, please what?” Yunho reiterated, his grip tightening around both the backside of your knee and around your throat.

“Please breed me, I miss you.”

The entirety of your body inflamed in an instant blush, Yunho smirking as he drops his chokehold on you. You gasped for air, groaning between pursed lips as you felt Yunho’s large hands wrapped around your hips. His thrusts became sloppy but enough to hit all the right places, picking up in pace making the skin around your ass and thighs brighten to a pink. Feeling him twitched whilst inside you made your head spin in circles, it was more than evident both of you were close to your orgasms, taking in large breaths continuously begging Yunho to cum in you. Yunho’s breath warmly fanning your ear as he spoke and the weight of him being pressed against you to do so as he didn’t once slow down his thrusts into you, he bites and tugs at your earlobe before letting go.

“Should I fill you up?”

“Please, Yunho, please-“

“You’d look so cute filled by me.” Yunho cut you off, not having to see him to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Want you, please, please?”

Your eyes hooded over as he laughed over your desperation, fucking into you at a vigorous pace until his legs began to convulse and tremble.

“Fuck,” is the last word you pick up before your head fuzzes completely over, spilling around Yunho’s dick. Quiet moans are pushed out of you as Yunho reaches his climax, warmth filling you up. He slowly begins to lessen his pace, pulling back until he is almost completely out of you before pushing himself back into you balls deep. He mumbles about feeling warm but you’re unable to coherently grasp what he was saying, whining as he pulls out, clenching around nothing already missing him. You can feel your shared arousal drip down your thighs, whining for a kiss, smiling as Yunho felt your head into place to give you a loving kiss. Not caring about the sweat or anything else for that matter, you climb on top of his desk, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

The two of you spend a few minutes kissing as a way to “catch your breath,” giggling as Yunho pulls away asking how you felt. Pondering on the question with a hum, you watch his face slowly begin to switch to worry.

“I’m teasing! It felt so good, I missed you badly.” You reassured him, giving him another reassuring kiss on the lips.

Yunho begins to say something but freezes, his eyes wide in panic as he rips off his headset, leaning over you as he exited out of his game and clicked on something else you didn’t recognize. Asking him what was wrong his body simoustanly flushes a deep red, his gaze bouncing between you and the monitor.

“The game wasn’t off,” he pauses, “or the chat.”

You raise an eyebrow. “The chat?”

Yunho groans, begging you to not get mad at him, so red you were scared he’d combust into flames. Asking him again what he was talking about, his sudden concern starting to freak you out.

“The chat, as in my friends in discord, who was on call with me when you came in, heard us.. you know.”

It was your turn to turn red. You hadn’t thought about checking on that before continuing on since the two of you both were equally in the moment, hiding behind your hands in embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Yu, hopefully they didn’t listen.”

“What if they did?”

You weren’t sure why that question made your cheeks flare up the way it had, in between your legs warming and growing wet with curiosity. What if they had? Would they have stayed on and listened? Did they take their headphones off and acted as if they heard nothing? Lastly, why did the idea of someone catching you two suddenly turning you on?

Those “what ifs” ran through your mind at such a speed that made you nauseous, Yunho reassuring you it was nothing, pressing gentle kisses across your jaw and up to your lips. You decided to let it fade from your mind not wanting to overthink something so silly, allowing Yunho to pick you up off his desk bridal style heading out of the bedroom and making his way down the hallway towards the bathroom to shower together.

There’s a knock against your bedroom door, turning to look over your shoulder.

“Come in.”

Taesan cracks the door open far enough to poke his head in, a shy smile on his face.

“May I come in?”

Looking down at Jaehyun who gives you a pout, you face back to Taesan and nod.

“Come in, baby.”

That gains an annoyed squeeze on your arm from Jaehyun.

Taesan walks closer to where you and Jaehyun were sitting, attempting to wedge himself in between the two of you.

“Let me sit here too,” Taesan whines, fighting against Jaehyun who was trying to push him off the bed.

“Why do you want to sit here anyways, go away.” Jaehyun quipped as he gave a final forceful shove that made Taesan stumble off the bed and onto the floor. Quickly he stands up and turns around to angrily face Jaehyun, shoving him backwards.

“You’re not the only one who gets her attention, you clingy baby.”

“She’s mine.”

“She’s ours,” Taesan yells, eyes welled up in his eyes as he turns to face you for help. With a snap of your fingers, Jaehyun apologizes to Taesan and curls back into your side, telling Jaehyun to move over so that you can make room for Taesan on your opposite side. He tries to protest but with a simple expression he quiets instantly, huffing as he scoots over. There’s a triumphant smile across Taesan’s face as he climbs into bed next to you, wrapping his arm around your stomach so that he can nuzzle into your neck easier.

There’s finally peace within the bedroom as both men laid snuggled on each side of you, until Taesan lifts himself up so that he’s resting on his elbow staring at the two of you.

“If you need to say something, speak.”

A blush decorates his nose and cheeks, his fingers anxiously playing with the strings to your sweats.

“You remember the other day?”

“More specific,” you say with a sigh.

Taesan whines, clearing his throat before trying again.

“The other day when you and Jaehyun played-“

He’s cut off as Jaehyun sits up with a loud, “hey,” you pushing Jaehyun back down telling him to quiet down so Taesan could finish what he was saying.

“- I’m sorry I listened and,” he whines with a pout, “I want to play with you too.”

An accidental smile forms on your lip, exhaling through your nose as you nod at his confession.

“You want to play with us, hm?” You reiterated, trailing your fingers up his thigh to make him squirm, successfully doing so as he whines from your subtle touching. Nodding, he asks if he can, pretending to ponder on the idea before agreeing, telling Jaehyun to stop whining who was grumbling at the idea of sharing you. Taesan goes to climb on top of your lap, pushing him off with a shake of your head. He stared at you in confusion, having just gotten your permission, both men watching as you sat up and crossed your legs.

“Both of you, up.”

They listen, sitting up and being sure not to break their focus on you.

“Kiss.”

They stare at each other then back at you, another confused look across their faces.

“Each other,” they questioned.

You nod.

“Prove to me that the both of you can get along, you both do want me don’t you?”

Looking back at each other, they both look nervous before Jaehyun rolls his eyes and grabs Taesan’s face.

“We both want her, let’s get it over with.”

Jaehyun pulls Taesan into the kiss, Taesan froze into place before leaning into it, tiny moans coming from them as they got into it. Sitting up on his knees, Taesan follows suit with Jaehyun, his fingers curling in the older man’s hair. You watch them try to fight for the higher ground, pushing each other not breaking the kiss once as Jaehyun groans rather loudly into Taesan’s open mouth as his hair is pulled.

“Come here, my pretty pets,” you beckon for them.

Their lips separate, a string of saliva being the last connection between them before it breaks. Turning to face you, their eyes beginning to become hooded and full of need, giggling at them in amusement.

“You two seemed to enjoy that more than you figured, hm?”

They try to deny it, waving them off as you tell them to come closer to you. Ordering them to help you strip, guiding their shaky hands to your shorts. You watch as Jaehyun walks Taesan through the process, Jaehyun sweetly asking you to lift your hips for him, doing so that he can slip the shorts down and then past your ankles. They’re discarded mindlessly onto the bedroom floor, Taesan whimpering at the sight of your thong that barely left anything for their imagination.

“Are you going to take these off for me?” You asked Taesan who stared down at your panties then backed up to gain your permission, asking if he’s allowed to. Multiple pleases falling from his lips until you give the go ahead, his fingers curling around the hands of your panties. A gasp comes from him as he pulls them off your legs, seeing your wet pussy for the first time. He chooses to ignore how hard he got near instantly, huffing at Jaehyun who tells him to stop staring so intently.

“Both of you stop fighting or I'll get off by myself,” you groaned, yanking Jaehyun to sit next to you by his arm.

He softly apologized as he helped pull your sweater off, kissing from your neck down until he could lean forward, his warm tongue licking your nipple before wrapping his lips around it. This brings a satisfying hum from you, petting the back of his head as you have Taesan your attention.

“You want to eat me out, kitty?”

The newly given nickname makes Taesan burst into an intense blush, something unlocking in his brain. Asking him again, he eagerly nods, inching closer to you so that he can lay down onto his stomach. He’s never given someone oral before, excitedly anxious as he stares up at you before leaning down to lick your clit. Giving him an encouraging nod paired with a moan, he begins to grow confidence bringing his fingers to tease your hole. Having them both work on you makes your head fuzzy, jumping back and forth complimenting each of them. Jaehyun grabs your chest, his fingers rolling the nipple in between his thumb and forefinger whilst his tongue works the other, your head rolling to the side watching.

There’s not much going on through your head besides pleasure until Taesan suctions his lips around your clit, making you instinctively grab at his hair. He’s a messy eater but that only intensified the feeling, moaning deep from your throat.

“So good, baby, so good,” you wistfully sighed, bringing Jaehyun up into a deep kiss. They’re soft against yours, giggling as he bites down onto your bottom lip, pulling back so that it snaps back from his teeth. Shared gazes soft yet full of mutual need, grabbing the back of his neck to continue the passionate kiss. Wet lewd noises fill out the bedroom and your ears, moaning into Jaehyun’s mouth due to Taesan slipping his fingers into your drenched pussy. It causes you to lose focus on the kiss, looking down at Taesan with your mouth agape, moans flowing from you. He stares up at you with a proud smile on his face, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit adding to the pleasure given by his fingers. Need filled out your veins, whining with a pout, tipping your head back to rest against the headboard giving yourself a few seconds to collect your thoughts before returning your attention back to Taesan.

“Come here, kitty.” Your voice is no more than a whisper as you speak.

Pulling his fingers out from you, you shiver from the sensation, sweating under your breath, Taesan crawling in between your legs. You reposition yourself so that you’re laying flat on the bed instead of sitting up, your head comfortably on the pillow, Jaehyun following suit with you. Staring at Taesan you gently reach for his wrist, giving him a sweet smile as you bring him closer.

“Be a good boy and fuck me, yeah?”

Jaehyun shoots an annoyed look at Taesan, giving Jaehyun a pet on the back of his head, as excitement fills out Taesan’s face. His dream was about to come true and he wasn’t going to let his overly possessive best friend stop him. He listens as you guide him, slowly slipping into you but not yet bottoming out so you’re able to familiarize yourself with him. Pulling out and returning back to his previous position, he continues doing so until you tell him to go ahead, flinching as you dig your nails into his wrist.

“Please, don’t move yet,” you pant in between each word, Jaehyun pressing encouraging kisses across your neck and cheek, nodding to let Taesan know he can start moving. His thrusts aren’t coordinated by any means but it’s not unpleasant either earning several moans from you. Facing Jaehyun, he blushes due to you telling him to strip off his sweats, not once glancing away as he does so obediently. Slipping off his shirt and discarding it onto the floor, he crawls back next to you, gasping as you latch onto one of his nipples with absolutely zero hesitation. The pretty soft pink bud hardens under your tongue, tugging it between your lips as you pull your head back. Jaehyun whines so softly, his eyes dancing to study the entirety of the scene before him. Removing your grip on Taesan’s wrist you bring it to wrap around Jaehyun’s dick, moving your thumb pad to repeatedly brush up against his slit. A raucous moan erupting from his chest as you squeezed the head of his dick between your fist.

“It hurts,” he struggles to get out, his breath getting caught in his throat by the intensity of your grip. Jaehyun adored the addition of pain, a sadistic smile that shined on his face, by giving just his tip a few rough strokes. The need for more swelled in the pit of his stomach but he didn’t dare to voice that, not yet, not wanting to lose your touch due to his impatience. Taesan's sudden quickened thrusts yank your focus from Jaehyun, your hand pressed up against his stomach telling him to slow down. Scrunching your eyes trying to swallow your shaky moans in an attempt to collect yourself bringing your hand back to wrap around Jaehyun.

“Be a good puppy and I might just let you cum,” you whisper into Jaehyun’s ear, giving his dick full strokes from the base to the tip, his lips pursing as he collects the sheets in between his fingers. Pleasure flowed throughout his veins like hot magma making him moan frantically not being able to hide his intense response. You giggle at Jaehyun’s reactions loving the way he squirms under your touch, glancing at Taesan with a smile.

“You’re doing such a good job, kitty, making me feel so good.”

Taesan manages a “thank you” before leaning down to place a hand on each side of you, deepening his thrusts. Tossing your head back on the pillow you laugh in a mixture of both pleasure and disbelief, the growing sensation in your abdomen becoming noticeable.

Tightening the hand around Jaehyun, you tease him asking if he was going to cum already, watching in amusement as he shakes his head no, promising to hold out for you.

Everything was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on, your strokes messy as Taesan began to messily rub your clit with his thumb, moving your head to mark Jaehyun’s neck as a distraction. You were determined to let this continue longer, loving having both men under your control but it was all too much, Taesan hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and becoming less coordinated as he begged to cum. Desperately you swallowed hard trying to collect your composure, quickening your pace around Jaehyun who began moaning and squealing in surprise.

“Be good boys and cum with me, okay?”

They both agree, Taesan’s bangs halfway sticking to his face as he pulls his hand away from your clit and to hold both your legs together over one of his shoulders. That deepens his thrusts, gasping as you pressed your lips against Jaehyun’s. It tastes salty, his tears cascading down his cheeks and onto his lips, moaning at the taste. Jaehyun’s hand clings to your thigh as you three collectively reach your highs, squealing into Jaehyun’s mouth as you cum around Taesan who in return, cums in you. Warmth spills over your closed fist indicating that Jaehyun came as well, his chest heaving trying to find his breath.

“Fuck..,” you whimper as Taesan slowly pulls out, your body sensitive and trembling as he crawls to lay next to you. His arm naturally wraps around your torso, inching closer as you three laid there trying to catch your breaths not speaking a word.

Taesan is the first to break the silence, pressing several kisses on your cheek.

“Did I do good?”

The question earns a giggle from you, nodding.

“Yes Kitty, you did so well for me.”

The praise earns a grunt from Jaehyun, turning to look at him, sighing with a laugh. Giving him a playful smack on his bare thigh.

“You did really good for me too, pup. No need to be all pouty and bratty.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he whines, nuzzling into your shoulder in response.

“No sleeping just yet, we got to clean up, okay?”

Both of them whine simultaneously, shaking your head telling them that you three can shower together. Swearing if they had tails they’d be wagging from how quickly and excitedly they climbed over each other and yourself to get to the bathroom.

Gyuvin loves, loves, loves tummies. Especially when his large hands sprawl across yours when he’s fucking into you via missionary. Loves the way your breasts bounce and in turn, expose your rolls and tummy all for him to kiss and hold. He can’t help but caress your tummy when he’s eating you out, kissing it after making you cum on his tongue because GOD HE LOVES TUMMIES, YOUR TUMMY! Has a definite breeding kink and will place his hand against it asking if he can get you pregnant.. And if I say that he prefers chubbier partners because he is so into tummies..

Jiwoong begs you to ride him, reassuring you that you’re not too “fat” or “heavy” for him to handle. He will leave beautifully pressed bruises against your love handles as he guides your pace, his lips shaking as he spews on how good you feel wrapped around his cock. Jiwoong likes to surprise you by lifting his hips, showing you that your weight will never bother him or change the fact he’s going to make you cry and go dumb around his cock, kissing you feverishly in between praises. Prefers when you face him so he can see your boobs bounce in his face because he loves the stretch marks that run around them.

Ricky is quieter about his love of your chubbiness but his actions speak louder. He loves to dress you up in fitting clothing that compliments your breasts, plush thighs, your ass, and god his fixation on how your tummy isn’t flat underneath the pretty black fabric.. insanity. He takes his time undressing you, kissing each inch of your skin, his fingers squeezing your thick thighs. He’s such an ass man. Ricky kissing your back rolls as he fucks you in doggy because the way your ass loudly slaps agaisnt his thighs makes his head spin. He also loves eating you from the back because he’s able to have your ass bounce on his face which makes him nearly cum untouched. You never have to worry about Ricky not showing you how much he loves both you and your body, Ricky making it very evident touching you constantly and calling you “pretty” under his breath as he leaves kisses.

Zhanghao loves having you strip in front of him. He will leave suggestive touches across your skin, you hovering over his lap until he makes you sit on him. He doesn’t waste time, pushing your breasts together in his hands loving the way they spill over his fingers. Calls you beautiful when you wrap them around his cock giving him a boob job. Loves to grab your ass in public, the way his hand can’t even begin to grasp all of it makes him shiver, if he could take you there he would. He’s so reassuring that if you ever questioned your worth, he’d plant kisses all over your body and tell you witty jokes to make you forget that you were ever insecure around him. He’s a happy boyfriend who loves you deeply and of course your boobs.. he can’t get enough of them > <

Matthew refuses to let you be sad when you watch tiktoks of girls having their boyfriends pick them up and positioned around their neck via their legs. He is consistently in the gym and that man is more than happy to ensure you feel like you weigh absolutely nothing. His manhandling kink (and your strength kink) shine through as he uses just the slightest bit of his strength to pin you down and breed you full!!!! He’s also an ass man, loving the way it jiggles and the way his hands aren’t able to hold all of it, kneading it as he makes you sit on his face, bumping your clit against his nose.

Taerae loves pussy so much, needs to have his head between your thighs constantly because “it makes him happy.” He gets annoyed when you hold yourself back in fear that you’ll crush him with your thighs, Taerae growling into your pussy as he holds your plush thighs in place firmly wrapped around his head. He loves when you rub yourself against his face, drenching him in your arousal. So vocal about how much he loves your thighs and pretty pussy. Also a firm believer that Taerae has a mission on receiving his red wings. Doesn’t care that you have a fat pussy, will happily eat you out and help relieve cramps.

Hanbin is the literal greenest flag a person could possibly be. He’s genuinely obsessed with you and making sure you never feel unloved. Has an obsession with stretch marks, trailing them with kisses saying they look so beautiful. Puts you in skirts because he loves having easy access to fuck into you because you’re so pretty and seeing you in binkis make it hard for him to not get hard. :( Constantly praising you during sex, kissing your tummy, leaving kisses down your throat and hidden by your rolls. He genuinely loves you so much and loves your love handles, scolds you when you belittle yourself because that’s HIS girlfriend you’re being mean to. Self indulgent but he is definitely the type to call you a “goddess” while eating you out because he loves the way you taste.

“And.. scene!” Your videographer, Yuta, says as he turns off the camera. You climb off the bed, fixing your robe to cover up your exposed body, slowly walking beside him staring at the camera in curiosity.

“Did they turn out nicely?”

“It’s you, of course,” Yuta cuts himself off, thinking you see a blush across his cheeks but shrugging it off as he finishes his sentence. “You work really hard and are photogenic.”

He gives you a double thumbs up which makes you snort, patting him on the back as you walk back to bed to flop down with a yawn. Your muscles melt nearly instantly as you grow comfortable, closing your eyes listening to Yuta putting away the equipment. You must’ve dozed off feeling a slight shake of your shoulder, your name being softly called, opening your eyes to see Yuta hovered over you.

“Mm?” You hummed questionably.

“I’m going to go ahead and head out alright?”

A pout forms on your lips, grabbing his wrist without second thought, dropping it in shock.

“Sorry..” you trailed off, a blush forming on your cheeks, looking anywhere besides his face.

He stares at you with an unreadable expression, looking down at his wrist then back up at you, tilting his head.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to grab you like that, I-“ You cut yourself off, chewing anxiously on your bottom lip, trying to formulate how to explain yourself properly.

Yuta sits down on the edge of the bed, his intense gaze making you shift anxiously not knowing what to say.

“It’s late, do you want to stay over?” You finally managed to get out, waiting for him to reject your offer. To your surprise he accepts, shrugging off his jacket and placing it onto the edge of the bed next to him. He doesn’t say anything for a minute until he asks if he’s allowed to share the bed with you, blushing as you made room for him, laying perfectly still as he shifted until he was comfortable. Having Yuta laying next to you made your stomach erupt in butterflies, listening to his breathing, knowing he was still awake trying to focus on slowing your heart that was hammering against your chest. His cologne engulfed you beautifully, the familiar making you feel warm every time you caught a whiff, unintentionally touching Yuta with your knee as you shifted to get a better look at him.

“You okay?” Yuta questioned, freezing as you gave him a tiny smile, nodding.

“Sorry..”

He places his hand on the back of your head, petting the hair there, your cheeks inflamed.

“There you go again, apologizing for nothing. It’s okay, do you want me to move for you to be more comfortable?”

Shaking your head almost too quickly and eagerly, you cleared your throat and asked if you two could cuddle instead. Struggling to make the excuse that cuddling something helps you relax better. Yuta seems to buy it, exhaling through his nose as he scoots closer, offering his arm as a pillow for you to curl up on pressed into his side. His scent was stronger now, intoxicating, pressing your nose into the side of his pec hoping that it looked innocently enough.

Groaning, you sit up and turn your head to look at your alarm clock, the soft glow of the numbers showing it was just barely past two in the morning. Your small nap felt much longer than that, your dream flashing across your mind making you quietly slap both of your cheeks, shaking your head trying not to think about it. Ignoring the wetness between your legs, you close your eyes trying to settle back down to sleep, biting your lip as your hand thoughtlessly travels down between your legs. You shouldn’t do this, not with Yuta directly next to you, but your dream made you feel insane. The images of Yuta going down on you causing the sensation between your legs to grow almost painful. Being careful not to make any noise, you push your fingers down the band of your panties, your fingers pressed against your clit. An accidental gasp escaped your mouth, halting your hand, turning to face Yuta to ensure he hadn’t heard, your heart racing. He seemed to be asleep, his breathing the same, covering your mouth with your free hand to keep your sounds from escaping, focusing on slowly moving your fingers on your clit. The pleasure shoots from your thighs, curling your toes, wanting so badly to moan but knowing better, knowing that you’d just get the edge off and never do this again.

“What are you doing?”

Hearing Yuta’s voice makes you nearly leap from your body, your hand shooting out of your panties and onto your stomach, fear nipping at your stomach.

“Nothing..” you stammered, your heart racing so hard you thought it’d explode.

“Nothing, yeah? So you weren’t touching yourself while I slept next to you?”

It felt accusatory, which.. he wasn’t wrong but he didn’t need to know that! Shaking your head slowly he lets out a hearty laugh, pulling the blanket off you to expose you.

“Gotcha.”

“I’m sorry, I, I’m sorry.”

You felt disgusted suddenly, Yuta noticing the shift in your tone, tears starting to well up in your eyes, as he pulled you back down to lay on him. Chests pressed together, he wiped away the tears that had made their escape, shushing you as he tried to speak.

“I didn’t say that you had to apologize, did I?”

You were unable to speak without fearing you’d burst into tears, Yuta giving you a sigh as he laid you back on his arm, shifting so he was leaning over you. His hand cups over your lingerie top, the entirety of his hand being able to hold your breast, your eyes wide in surprise.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to touch you?”

You don’t respond.

“Touching yourself as I lay next to you, sleeping may I add. I bet you didn’t even try to be quiet, hoping I’d wake up and touch you.”

His degradation made you clench your thighs close together, Yuta clocking that instantly with a laugh.

“I’m not too far off I see. Tell me, what did you want so badly you had to touch yourself, hm?”

You know he was expecting an answer but you couldn’t muster up much, whining as you tried to peel off your top, Yuta chuckling with a roll of his eyes.

“What a needy little thing.”

He pulls down your top, the fabric rubbing harshly against your sensitive nipples as your breasts spill out. He collects one in his hand, a whine pulled from your throat, adrenaline pumping through your body as he licks his lips like a starved animal.

Yuta’s tongue swirls around your nipple, covering your face with your hands, eyes scrunched in pleasure that you’ve never felt before. The lewd sounds of his tongue lapping at your skin whilst his lips kissed your soft skin made you embarrassed, reaching to halt his progress down to your cunt.

“I haven’t showered yet..” you mumbled embarrassed.

A snort comes from Yuta, his hand gently swatting yours away, his long fingers curling around the last bit of modesty you held, exposing your drenched cunt. He sounds satisfied as he sighs, glancing up at you with a smirk that makes your toes curl.

“This wet from having your nipples played with?”

He plants a teasing kiss agaisnt your slit, your face scrunching up, whining wanting more but you don’t know what that entails. Simply knowing that the desire for him was greater than anything else.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you, this pretty lingerie hugging your figure. Fuck.” Yuta rambles on, your skin ignited like a fire, growing needier and wetter at his words.

“Mmpft, Yuta..” you paused, taking a deep breath trying to muster up the last bit of courage you had, exposing yourself fully.

“I’ve never, it’s my first time.”

Yuta seemed frozen for some time, anxiety sparking throughout your entire body as you anxiously asked if you had ruined the mood, Yuta snapping back to. He leaves his spot to reach up, cupping your face (choosing to ignore your wetness being transferred from his fingers onto your chin) apologizing as he gives you a tender kiss.

“I didn’t mean to make you panic, I do want to ask if you want to do this - with me, I mean.”

You can hear the uncertainty in his voice, but you can also feel his erection firmly pressed up on your thigh, a little proud that you made him that way. Nodding, you initiated your first kiss, pulling him closer. Pulling apart and watching the last string of saliva break between you two, you allow the sudden surge of confidence to guide your hand down to cup his erection. It’s more than your hand is able to hold, wondering how he can possibly fit inside of you, brushing off the thought you smile at Yuta.

“Please take my virginity, I want you so bad.”

Feeling him twitch in your hand, makes you clench around nothing, gasping as Yuta attacks your neck with kisses and soft bites. Your head grew cloudy with desire as he used one hand to open your legs wider, feverishly pulling your panties off your legs. Everything felt heightened due to this being your first time, you read about this in novels, giggling in excitement and nervousness as Yuta pulls his face out of your neck. His hair framed his face handsomely, the bangs either stuck onto his forehead or hung off his face, lips bruised a cherry red. Watching his every move you blush as he pulls a condom from the bedside table, his voice shaky as he rolls it up his dick with a string of curses. Placing his hand lightly around your thigh, he asks if you’re still wanting this, nodding before giving him a whiny yes (your heart fluttering with his constant need for consent). Yuta rubs his thumb against your clit, your body reacting instantly with a jolt, the pleasure maddening. Touching yourself was entirely different compared to how he was, his fingers seemingly knowing what made you tick.

A single finger is slowly pressed into you, your toes curling as it sinks in with little to no resistance. That earned a “good girl” from Yuta, your cheeks red while your cunt exposed you by clenching around the pet name, Yuta making sure to call you out on it. There’s no point in denying it because he’s pressing a second finger in your cunt, a surprised gasp coming from you as he scissors his fingers. The pain is pleasurably satisfying, never been this stretched out before, split around his fingers lewdly for him. He takes his time with you, stretching you out with his fingers until he feels satisfied with your progress, whining in annoyance when he pulls his fingers out from you. Watching Yuta lick you off his fingers nearly kills you from embarrassment, his raspy voice complimenting how sweet you tasted against his tongue.

“Breathe, baby,” Yuta ordered, brushing your hair out of your face. He let you adjust to him, taking a few deep breaths until you felt comfortable enough to continue, giving him the go ahead.

His movements started off slow, your body feeling every inch of him move in you, a little twinge in your stomach made you swear that’s where he ended. Yuta was big, bigger than any of your toys, moaning as he reached down to rub your clit in time of his growing thrusts. Covering your mouth, tears pricked the corners of your eyes, staring down to watch his dick pump in and out of your cunt, groaning deep in the bass of your throat. It felt incredible, the sound of your wet cunt causing a warm blush to blossom across your body, whimpering as Yuta removes your hands from your mouth.

“Be loud, baby, I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

Getting permission unlocked something in you, grabbing hold of Yuta’s forearms moaning loudly, not caring who heard. He felt amazing, filling you out in ways your toys never could, eyes rolling back as his tip abused your sweet spot. Your cries became louder, closer together, as the knot forming in your stomach felt as if it’d unravel at any moment.

“Want to, please, fuck,” you babbled between a mix of cries and moans, clawing at his arms, watching intensely as he pushes himself into your cunt repeadtly.

“What’s that, baby?”

Yuta is taunting you, wanting to hear you beg to cum, the knot growing harder to subdue, a string of pathetic begging ripping from your throat, your lips pursed as you focus. He laughs, tightening his grip on your hips, rocking his hips so that your thighs harshly meet, the skin growing red and sore.

“Please, I want to cum, it hurts.” You manage to scream out, your cunt wrapped right around his dick, gasping for air as your nearing orgasm made your toes curl.

He leans down so that his lips are brushing against your ear as he speaks, deepening himself in you, your eyes rolling back.

“Cum on my dick, baby, you’ve earned it.” Yuta urges with a smirk, planting a kiss against your sweaty cheek. He sits back up to better his thrust, growing rougher with each one, his breathing heavy as his own orgasm grew near. Your body tenses up, digging your nails into his arms as the knot falls apart, cumming hard around him.

“Oh, fuck, that’s my good girl-,” Yuta loudly groans as he cums, your clenched cunt hugging him being his breaking point. The orgasm left you dizzy, thighs trembling as you tried to catch your breath, whimpering as he pulled out. The two of you lay next to each other, catching your breath until Yuta makes the first move, pressing a kiss onto your sweaty temple.

“You did so good for me, let’s get you cleaned up.”

His voice is hoarse but still soft like usual, melting into his arms as he carried you into the bathroom, blushing as he gently washed your hair. Before he grabs the shower head to rinse your hair, you sit up onto your knees in the tub, turning around to face him, wrapping your arms around the back of Yuta’s neck.

“Thank you,” you pause, blushing with a smile. “It was really nice, you know for my first time and all.”

Yuta pulls you into a kiss, breaking your embarrassed rambling, leaning so you’re pressed together on his lap. Pulling away, you try to catch him back into the kiss, giggling as he kisses you across your collarbones until he reaches back up to your nose.

“You don’t have to thank me, doll. Let’s get cleaned up and back to bed, hm?”

With a nod, you allow him to finish what he started, your eyebrows scrunched together as he pushes his fingers into your cunt, quote on quote “being sure to get every spot.”

Maybe it was his intention to make you needier, climbing onto his lap, passionately kissing as he guides you down onto his dick, forgetting to sleep entirely.

Ignoring the reality of the sunrise peeking through your curtains, as the two of you made love in your bed, not having had bothered drying off from the bath you shared.