#neodazed

HEESEUNG

Heeseung, your brand new husband — the most pussy-clenching title he’s ever worn, probably.

Ever since he became your fiancé, till now, he has been extra, super hot. Has been fucking you even rougher, better, like a good little wife should be fucked (by his words).

So this thing you decided to do, now it was like the perfect answer to that, the perfect sign of devotion.

You hand your brand-new husband an envelope—pretty cream paper, little gold wax seal, soft smile on your face like “open it later, okay?”

And Heeseung waits, as long as his curiousity let’s him. Then later, when he finds himself alone for some minutes, he opens it. You, taking your makeup off in the bathroom, can hear the paper rustling, and you smile at your reflection, waiting.

Silence.

Until he goes

‘Come here’

You gently open the bathroom door, and walk back into your bedroom. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, a stack of little polaroids spread out on his lap. The look he gives you, is dark. Well, expected, because the photos are mostly close-ups of you…

— with your mouth open, two fingers shoved down your throat, gloss smudged

— you in a bridal white, fingering yourself with those same two fingers

— one with a toy, pink and cruelly realistic, barely halfway in – your eyes rolled back, thighs clenched

— one that appears to be a final shot, biting down on your veil, looking like you’re reaching your orgasm

And Heeseung?

Just processing.

Because his wife did this. For him. Because you posed like a full-on pornstar, hours before you walked down the aisle.

‘How many of these are there?’ ‘Who took them?’ ‘Where’s the rest?’

But he doesn’t actually give you the chance to explain or answer. He orders you to get on the bed. He’s already rock hard in his pants, and he is determined.

‘Wanna recreate this one.’ He holds up the shot of you with your fingers in your mouth and the toy barely inside you. His favorite.

‘But this time, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my fingers, and better keep your eyes on me the whole time.’

Obviously, it’s a sleepless night.

Doesn’t fuck you immediatelly, no, he makes you study the pictures with him.

‘Did you cum before or after taking this one?’

‘Did it feel as good as my cock?’

‘Don’t you think this is more slut than wife-material?’

And when he finally fucks you, it’s mean. No mercy, no patience, just using you to his own desires.

‘This how you looked when you came all over that toy?’

‘You wanna give me more pictures, baby? I want the ones you were too shy to include.’

JAY

It only suits you that you had a damn argument one day into your honeymoon with Jay. Maybe your plans and wants didn’t align perfectly, and the post-wedding stress was still wearing off. Jay was cold. Distant. Didn’t even say goodnight properly.

So the next day, you toss him an envelope across the bed like

‘Peace offering. Take it or leave it.’

Jay opens it like he’s giving you a favor, chin high and movements full of spite. But the second he sees the first photo?

You. His wife. In white lace. On her knees. Sucking a finger like it’s his cock. His reaction is immediate, his throat pushes out an almost choking like sound, and his whole body stiffens. Well, expect his hands which he uses to flip through some of the pictures.

One with you bent over, wedding veil still on, looking back at the camera while your hand disappears under your panties.

Another with your bra pushed under your tits and one hand squeezing lube out onto a toy off-frame.

He sits in silence for a minute. Hand on his thigh. Breathing steady.

Then folds the photos back into the envelope neatly… and comes to find you.

You’re brushing your hair or something casual when you hear his voice behind you:

‘You gave these to me just to get out of apologizing, didn’t you?’

You smirk. ‘Did it work?’

Jay comes up behind you, grabs your hips a little too hard, and leans in to your ear like:

‘You know what works better than an apology?’ He tosses the envelope onto the vanity table — ‘Giving me the real show. On your knees. Now.’

He makes you recreate every shot. Expect, this time he is behind the lens, using his phone camera to make himself even more intimate material.

‘Yes, that’s my perfect wife.’

‘Gonna save this one. Maybe send it to you next time you try to walk away from a fight.’

JAKE

Jake is the most grateful man alive on your wedding night. You could show up in sweatpants and he’d cry and pop a boner right away. But like with most things, you top his imaginations by far.

You pull out the pink envelope, decorated with a little bow in the middle. Slide it over to him on the bed, like it’s no big deal at all.

‘You should open it after your shower, babe.’

He opens it in the warm glow of the hotel lamp, fresh out the shower, towel on his hips — and he just stops breathing. Like genuinely. Just blinks. Stares. Gets real quiet. Because the first glimpse he gets, just a little part, already screams perfect. You’re layed out on soft sheets, pale ivory lingerine panties barely covering your folds. His mouth waters. Lot more of that kind. Some thigh-focused ones, some of you slobbering over your fingers and fingering yourself with the other.

The best one, though? (If gun to his head, he was forced to choose one).

It’s a close-up. Your fingers spreading yourself open, all slick and swollen. A heart-shaped lollipop resting just against your clit. Your hand holding it. His love for pussy and his habit of oral fixation are being stimulated through his eyes.

You’re in the bathroom brushing your teeth, and all you hear is, ‘Baby please come here. Right now. Please.’ In the neediest voice possible.

You walk out and he’s on his knees on the floor. Literal towel pitched up, photos spread out around him.

And when you smile and go — ‘I thought you’d like them. Do you? — he just whines.

Not groans. Not moans. Whines.

‘Are you crazy? I’m already so in love with you I could die, but this is literally attempted murder!’

Then he pulls you into his lap, kissing all over you, your lips, your neck, your breasts, going down on your stomach…

‘Fuck, I love you. I love you so much…’

SUNGHOON

You were sneaky with it. You gave him the envelope with a sweet smile, like you’re handing over a hand-written love letter rather than the dirty content it was hiding.

‘Hope you like them, Love.’

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow but takes it, fingers careful, gaze suspicious. He opens it while you’re brushing your hair.

Starting off strong, the first photo is you on your side, gripping your tit with one hand and pulling your panties aside with the other, head tilted almost innocently, but eyes filled with lust. Then a bunch of other positions, showing off your silky lingerine and delicate curves, always teasing what’s beneath but never displaying it fully.

And Sunghoon — Sunghoon does not react well.

He stands up, envelope in hand, and walks over to you with that same dead-calm expression. Slow and collected.

‘Who took these?’

‘What?’ You blink up at him.

‘The photos. Who the fuck took them?’

Though he’s not even close to being loud, you still stutter, seeing the tension on the veins on his neck, the way he grips the paper, trying not to crumble it entirely.

‘I-I took them myself, of course. Timer. I set it up. Just me. I swear.’

At that, his whole body relaxes. He might even flash a little relieved smile.

Then.

‘Get your ass on the bed.’

At first, he’s cold. No kisses, no nothing. He trips you naked, and studies the polaroids while playing with your body in real time.

‘Spread your legs. No, wider.’

And when he thinks it’s good enough (like he actually gave a fuck about how accurate it is), he grabs his phone and starts taking his own shots.

No warning. No direction, only

‘You want to give me photos? Fine. Give me new ones. Better ones. Real ones.’

‘You think your little solo pics could compare to this?’

‘You’ll look even better when I’ve filled you up.’

SUNOO

You slide it over while you two are cuddling on the honeymoon bed. You’re in a fluffy robe, bare legs over his lap, and he’s scrolling his phone when you whisper

‘I made you something. Open it after I shower, okay?’

Sunoo nods softly, excited but also curious about what could you have come up with.

But baby.

The moment he opens that envelope?

He lets out a scream.

Like a literal, hand-over-mouth, spine-curved squeal.

Because inside of that, it’s you, in a strappy white set, veil slightly off your hair, pink gloss on your lips, sucking your fingers while side-eyeing the camera like a whole whorehouse with a coquette dresscode.

One where your legs are closed on top of each other, but with your palm inside of them, obviously teasing your clit (he can just tell by looking at your face on it).

But the worst for him? Probably the one where you’re pressing your shiny little cunt down on his pillow.

‘You’re evil.’

‘How dare you be this sexy.’

‘You’re not fucking real. What kind of slutty wife does this?’ While he’s already palming his cock.

When you go over to him, giggling, saying it’s not that big of a deal, he just pushes you down on the bed.

‘No. You don’t get to act all casual after doing this to me, baby.’

After that, it’s a mess of giggles and recreating the ones he liked the most. Calls you “my beautiful wife”, “my good little girl”, and “my pretty slut” in the same ten minutes.

Sticks one of the Polaroids to the headboard like a shrine while he eats you out.

‘Just to see how much messier you can get when it’s me who makes you cum.’

JUNGWON

You hand Jungwon the envelope while you’re still glowing from the wedding night — robe slipping down your shoulders, bare thighs brushing his under the covers.

‘I made something for you’

He tilts his head to the side, like a confused little cat.

‘What’s in it?’

‘You’ll see’ Kissing his cheek. Then you stand in front of him, wanting the full, unfiltered first reaction you’ve been itching for.

Jungwon opens it.

Then he goes feral.

Cause every picture looks like you’ve carved the blurry image of them right out of the depths of his mind (which you might have, by how deeply you know and understand him).

Of course, you know he’s a tit-addict. And the photos feed right into that obsession.

You pushing your tits into the camera, covered by the prettiest white bras he’d ever seen. Gripping them, caressing them. With your bra off, looking into the camera with the deadliest doe eyes, licking off frosting (from God knows where) from your fingers, then circle around your nipple with the same one.

One picture of you rubbing your clit and wetting your sweet pussy, followed by smearing your own slick (then cum) all over your chest.

His mouth parts. He stares at them one by one, then flips through again. Ears red. So hard it’s painful.

‘Do you like them?’ You ask with a smile.

In a second, you’re under him, while he’s practically feasting off your boobs, rubbing your cunt with his hand, muttering shit like

‘Were you thinking about me while you did this?’

‘You want new ones? Want me to take them while I fuck these perfect tits?’

And he does.

Set up his phone on video mode while you’re straddling his lap, tits bouncing as he thrusts up into you.

Perfection.

RIKI

You hand Riki the envelope during the car ride back from the ceremony. He’s in the passenger seat. You’re still glowing and giggling, playing with your ring.

‘Open this at the hotel.’ And Riki just shrugs like whatever, tucks it into his jacket.

Later that night, you’re changing into something special in the bathroom, when he remembers he has it and opens it, not expecting to be flashed.

You in a white thong, back arched, pearls laying down your spine, heels still on. His favorite position, his favorite curve. Literally framed like art. It starts off like this?!

The second one might be even better though.

You bent over, panties pulled halfway down your thighs, ass cheek lifted so you can get your fingers underneath. Flash lighting up your thighs, gloss on your lips, veil around your shoulders. Looking like a fucking Goddess.

Polaroids from that position, with your finger teasing both holes, with toys rubbing over them, pearls on your spine, all pretty for him.

There’s one photo, which is…different than the rest.

No face, no pearls, no lingerine, no veil.

Just you, on your belly, knees spread, panties off, and your hands reaching back to pull your cheeks apart. The flash puts a delicious focus of the curve of your spine, ending in the most intimate, shameless shot of your tightest hole on full display — puckered, pink, just a little shiny.

Like you’d already played with it.

Like you prepared it just for him.

In that perfect little black polaroid border, you scribbled in sharp letters

“Next time, it’s yours<3”

Riki doesn’t smile. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even move for a solid ten seconds.

Just stares. Blinks once. Closes the envelope. And then knocks on the bathroom door.

‘Babe. Come out.’

You peek out in a silk robe, small nightgown under, and his gaze goes straight down.

‘Hands on the bed. Just like that photo.’

He drops his pants, and gets behind you. Grabs your hips with so much harshness like he’s mad. Then pauses — cause you have the nerve to giggle.

‘You liked them?’

‘Stop talking.’

Then he spits on your back and watches as it slides down in between your cheeks. Your hole, it’s still open for him. Those damn pictures were freshly taken, with this exact purpose. To get him to fill you there.

So he pushes in. No more prep, no more teasing, just raw pleasure.

‘Gonna stretch it for me properly, baby’

Munch! Riki who moans into your folds the first time you let him taste you

Munch! Riki who is obsessed with how puffy your lips are, and how they get even fatter after he sucks on them for a while

Munch! Riki who starts oral with spreading you open with two fingers, and kissing over your exposed sex

Munch! Riki who licks his stripes up from your other hole till your clit

Munch! Riki who doesn’t do gentle flicks on your clit, but laps at it without a set tempo

Munch! Riki who sucks your clit into his mouth to drag you close to the edge but stops before you could come

Munch! Riki who let’s his teeth graze your folds until you let out a hiss

Munch! Riki who fucks his tongue into your hole eagerly and fast, while applies pressure to your bud in a slow contrast

Munch! Riki who sometimes randomly buries his nose in there to mask in your scent

Munch! Riki who gets frustrated when you hesitate to sit on his face, and just ends up yanking you down without warning

Munch! Riki who wants you to ride his face, and likes it even more if it hurts a little

Munch! Riki who wants it in his mouth. always in his mouth.

HEESEUNG

Top three raw lovers in Enha for sure.

Like, he has been wanting to do it raw since your very first time, but that was unfamilair terrority for you, so he didn’t push it.

But you were able to see it.

The subtle distaste on his face every time he unpacked the condom, and positioned himself, feeling the latex keeping him from feeling your pussy around him.

Maybe he couldn’t help it, maybe he did it on purpose, so you’d feel bad and just give in to his (your) desires.

Whether it was intentional or not, it was working. You got that damn Plan B after pills, you doubled the punctuality of your already instense everything shower, and now you are ready.

Well, mostly. Still nervous, and thinking about all the possible way this could go wrong, or like, what if it won’t even feel any better and you did all that for nothing? Embarassing. You better see those dark bambi eyes roll back to know it was worth it.

His reaction to this is already paying off a big part though.

‘Oh yeah? You did that just for me?’

You nod, a little shy under his deep gaze. He’s currently hovering over you in bed, after a long makeout session you literally broke with saying “I bought Plan B”. First, he was taken aback, then he started to smirk like he is doing now, which you weren’t sure what kind of smirk was, somewhat unusal.

‘You want me to fuck your little pussy raw?’ Heeseung tiltshis head to the side, one of his hands already in your tiny sleeping shorts. It’s kinda weird, because that wasn’t originally your idea, but…you do want it, right? So you nod, not even sure if it was a real question.

He suddenly grips your jaw, harsh, and forces a firm eyecontact.

‘With words, Y/N. Answer me.’

Oh so it is.

‘I-I do…’ — Clearly still not enough — ‘I want you to fuck my pussy raw’ A messing blush that you are, seriously. Way too crude.

When he pushes in, you start to get why he’s kinda obsessed with this idea.

He’s obviously a lot more into it now, judging by the way he’s snapping his hips forward, and bruising your tights by gripping them so hard.

And…

‘Fuck, I’m coming inside. I can, right? — He answers his own question before you could even breathe — Of course I can. I’m filling you up, I’m- gonna breed you full’

Wait, pause.

Full? Breeding? That’s not-

Suddenly, he’s roughly rubbing your bundle of nerves, and the words on your throat die and evolve into whimpers of pleasure. He takes that as a firm ‘yes’.

His cum is hot inside you.

JAY

God, you're both so into it.

You were literally just both hesitant to bring it up without sounding like an absolute freak to the other.

Because it wasn’t just the feeling of each other without layers — it was the feeling of the risk, the possibility.

What would happen if he actually ended up impregnating you? No one really cares about that in the moment when a specific wish slips out of your lips as he drags the red, angry head of his cock to your cervix and back with every thrust.

‘Please, Jay, i-inside’

His hips shatter, pausing for a minute.

‘Inside? Baby, are you sure?’

Despite his question, he’s still not stopping entirely, his slower, but deeper thrusts keeping you both on edge.

‘Yes, yes-please, come inside’

No more reluctance, just his hand finding your throat, pinning you to the bed and pounding his big load into your eager cunt. When he pulls out after the last thrust, he sees his cum drip out of you. Might be the prettiest sigh he’ve ever seen.

Yeah, he might have ran for Plan B after this, but it was pretty hot.

JAKE

You and Jake are at a party. You came with some of your friends, but as the night went on, you eventually separated from them.

Some shots down, a little bit of dancing (your back aligning with Jake’s chest and ass grinding back against his crotch), he pulls you into a bathroom upstairs. No questions, just sloppy kisses, dress pushed up, belt hitting the floor, boxers and panties pulled to the side.

You are both tipsy, so even you, who is usually the more thoughtful and cool headed one, loses focus, which results in you only noticing that Jake is bare, when he has already pushed the swollen head past your rim.

‘Jake, wait! You didn’t put on a condom!’ You gasp, grabbing his shoulders.

‘Babe, we don’t have a condom!’ He whines into your neck. He stopped when you told him to wait, but he is still half-buried inside of you, and doesn’t make a move to pull out.

You’re ready to scold him and tell him to pull the fuck out, but when you make eye contact with him, you already know you’ll let him. Because damn he’s good at this whole ‘desperate, almost crying but holding on’ look.

And yes, he was a whiny mess.

‘Ah, Y/N, fuck. You feel so good- why haven’t we done this before?’

And you would smack him for that if it wasn’t so good.

RIKI

It all started with running out of condoms and the sentence ‘I’ll just grind down, I won’t put it in’.

And now Riki’s long, thick length is sliding through your folds, drawning out low groans of him and soft gasps from you. He is pulling your soaked thongs aside with one hand, and grips himself with the other, pumping his whitish liquid out of the angry head of his cock onto your mound.

He also leans down to give those sloppy kisses of his just in the right moments, and the way he licks into your mouth and pushes his hard shaft against your clit makes you want to suck him in like a vacuum. Or whatever.

And, you know, it might have been too slippery, you might have been too lost in the moment to notice that he is, well…inside. You both let out probably the filthiest sound so far.

Warm. Hard. Pulsing.

Warm. Tight. Gasping.

Feeling each other deep inside without anything in the way had to be the hottest thing in the world.

And you couldn’t move.

‘Should I pull out?’ He asks, but he is still pressing you down, and he has pushed all the way in now.

He should. You’re not in the situation to just do it like this, but…

‘No, don’t’

It’s all a blurry mess of chase after that.

HEESEUNG

Heeseung notices and sees it just like how he always notices and sees all of you.

Notices the way you always just need to have something in your mouth. The aggressive nibbling on your poor nails and fingers, your drawer being stuffed full of gum, how your mouth never seems to be comfortable unless it’s full. How your teeth is all gummy and itching, how your jaw gets tired and slack from all the movements, aching for the tiniest bit of friction.

It’s never you who asks for help.

He is looking out constantly, like you have a chronic illness he needs to keep in check.

“Does my baby’s teeth hurt?” You shake your head, and try to explain that no, it’s just this weird feeling…but he is already pushing two of his digits past your lips, to examine your roots for himself. You shut up immediatelly, and let him carve out his own pattern across the inside.

Once he is sure he is capable of making it easier for you, he makes it his daily task.

Your fingers, gums, lollipops? Out of the fucking window. His tongue, fingers, and cock? All fucking in and out of your mouth.

He puts his cock between your lips, pushes it to the back of your throat. And what amuses, sometimes scares you is that he never starts fucking your face unless you ask. He does it just to ‘help’ you more than to pleasure himself.

You’d be watching a movie, your head resting in his lap, suckling on your thumb, and he’d take it out without a word, and replace it with his member. He doesn’t thrust up, doesn’t push your head even when you suck on it or lick around the head, your saliva covering him full.

“It’s better, right? I always know how to soothe your little mouth, don’t I?”

“My poor girl just needs my dick to suck on, right? “

“Don’t worry, I’ll make the pain go away. Just be a good girl and take the medicine”

“Don’t try to soothe it with anything else. I know what’s good for your little mouth the best”

“Swallow it, don’t let a drop go to waste…I’ll give it to you until you’re settled.”

JAY

You tell Jay about your oral fixation after you move in together - it’s impossible to keep it to yourself, anyway. Not that he doesn’t enjoy the sight of you stuffing your face full of your fingers, all while already having a lolly in your mouth, drooling like a helpless puppy - he just can’t help but look for better solutions in his head.

He kisses you with fevor, not phased by the way you try rentlessly to keep his tongue in your mouth. He doesn’t flinch when you get lost in the satisfiction and almost bite it off as your teeth grazes againts it. His grip on your jaw is incredibly tight, and he takes all of this as an opportunity to suffocate you in all the ways he can.

“Daddy might go a little too hard, but it’s only to make you feel better”

Is what he would say before fisting a handful of your hair, and pushing your head down onto his dick. You can’t even say he’s being selfish or taking advantage of the situation - you are addicted.

To the way you don’t have to do anything to feel the dazing, comforting fullness, just lie on your side on the bed, and have it handed to you by Jay. Your mouth is watering, stretching, aching, and it’s perfect. And knowing that while doing such a blessing to you, he also enjoys himself at the same time is just the cherry on top.

You’d reach your hand down, slipping your finger inside your panties to circle around your clit, but he pushes it away gently, and sinks in his, deep.

“Shh, you don’t have to. Daddy’s gonna stuff all your needy holes”

JAKE

Having an oral fixation at your grown age - you are fucked.

Having a constantly horny boyfriend who also has an oral fixation - double fucked.

And it’s kinda cute at the beginning, how he is so excited upon realizing they share the same odd, and can help each other with it, too.

You overlooked the fact that Jake can never be normal about his quirks though, and he’d be equally addicted to fix yours and his. Both at the same time, if possible. That’s why 69 has became one of his favorite positions.

Like, he’d already be in fucking heaven, lapping at your soaked cunt, your clit bumping against his nose again and again, blocking his source of air, suffocating him in your sweet juice and musky scent - and then you’d freaking start to suck his soul out through his dick. That’s how he wants to see the light approach him, he thinks: face enveloped by your pussy, cock buried down your throat.

He wants both, all the time, no exaggeration. He never says no when you ask, but it’s never enough for him either. “Of course you can suck it, baby. Swallow, lick, spit, nibble, bite, I don’t give a fuck.”

“You want it now? Just tell me and I’ll get it out”

“You don’t have to do anything, just keep it in your mouth and sit on my face.”

“Come on, please! One more, and we can sleep. I know you feel empty.”

SUNGHOON

It pisses him off so fucking much it’s crazy.

Every filthy sound you make…

Sucking on those raspberry flavoured lollies you have stacked his drawers full off. Swirling your tongue around all freaking five of your fingers that you decide to stuff your face with on any random occassion. Eating any…ideally shaped food like you wanted to choke on it. And you did it like it was the most normal habit on the earth.

While watching a movie, falling asleep, brushing your teeth…

When he is trying to get work done, and you not only seat yourself on his lap but also nibble on anything you can find like a starved whore.

He’d take a hold of the candy, and push it to the back of your throat - since you’re so fucking desperate.

“Is this fixing enough?” He asks as he forces three of his fingers into your mouth, not giving you a chance to answer verbally or phsycally, holding you tight in his lap.

You’d whimper, clenching your thighs together, cause it hurts. Cause it hurts so good you could cum just from that alone. And that would make him only push further, use both of his hands. Each on your warm, empty holes.

He makes you kneel, and grabs a great fistful of your hair. You want to suck in the head of his hardness, rub it across the roof of your mouth, lick it until you’re drooling to the base.

And he does the opposite.

He keeps your head still, buries himself to the hilt over and over again, till you are droolling, drowning, dretched. It’s not to help you - It’s to shut you up.

“All that in your mouth and you’re still whining like a little girl who didn’t get enough candy?”

“A-a. Graze me one more time and my cum won’t be the thing you’ll choke on”

“Fuck, just like that. Suck it like the dumb little thing you are.”

“If you don’t stop slurping after this, you’ll have to sleep with it in your throat, I swear-“

SUNOO

Just like in any other situation, Sunoo is a fucking tease.

You could literally say ‘let me suck on your dick’, and he would still keep you on edge, offering other, dumb solutions that could ‘help’.

“I can take you to the dentist, maybe it’s your wisdom tooth”

Or

“Wanna get a chew toy? I won’t tell it’s for you, don’t worry”

At first, you huff and flush in anger and embarassment, and punch him on the shoulder. He let’s himself be entertained by it for some time, before finally giving in. Somewhat.

He holds your hair, tightly, and keeps your mouth at a ‘reasonable’ distance. Orders you to keep your mouth wide open, and your tongue rolled out.

He’d place his warm, heavy length on the dry muscle you’ve presented to him eagerly. Rubs against it lazily, sometimes slides in deeper to have a little moment with your throat, resulting in a hiss from him and a gag from you. When he wants to be a little mean, he leaves your mouth completely, and shoves a single finger inside for you to lap at, all underwhelming and empty all of a sudden. There is no in between, he switches between these.

“Aw, don’t cry, babe. I’ll put it back”

“You almost bite it off there! Pull your fangs back”

“That’s it, babe. Suck me dry”

JUNGWON

Jungwon is still a little shy when it comes to trying new things in bed, or in general even.

So when you ask if he could put his entire fist in your mouth and fuck it, his body and brain goes still for a good five minutes.

“Like…my whole hand?” He blinks confusedly, tracing your thighs gently as you straddle him.

“Yes, Won. Can you?” You flatter your eyelashes at him, a slight pout painted on on your lips.

How could he say no to that?

He inserts his fingers slowly, one by one, not wanting to hurt you nor with or without intent. He is very careful with them, with you. He doesn’t push them all the way in, but does his best to rub at the places that seems to soothe you, judging by the way it drawns out a dazed sigh from between your lips every time. While doing so, you grind your pelvis against his, the thin layers of panties and boxers giving just enough stimulation to the intimate moment.

He accidentally goes deeper, and you gag, your mouth finally full, so good your pussy clenches around nothing, wishing it could suck him in without any annoying latex in the way. His face flushes in shame, and he hurriedly tries to stop, but you grab his wrist in a dead grip, keeping him right where you so desperately need it.

“Oh, okay. I don’t want to hurt you but if you like i-“

A groan escaping him at the feeling of your soaked cunt pressing against him. Your underwear is wet, his briefs are wet, your saliva is dripping down onto his hand and sliding down onto the mess you’ve made in your laps.

And both of you finish just from that.

“Next time you’ll fuck my mouth” You whisper into his ears, and his gaze darkens from bewilderment and desire.

You’re definietly in for a ride.

RIKI

Don’t get him wrong — he’d never in a million years would complain about anything remotely close to this, but as your realitionship with him gets serious, it’s hard not to catch on to the fact that you’re highkey addicted to sucking his dick.

That’s what it looks like to him, to put it bluntly.

You try to explain that it’s a little more complex than that, but he lets it fly past his ears on purpose. And the thought of you loving his cock to this extent makes him cocky.

Like, very cocky.

Everytime you escalete from foreplay and decide to get down onto your knees, he smirks.

So knowingly, so arrogant that it almost makes you not want to do it at all.

Emphasis on almost.

What you enjoy the most while going at it is the veins.

When you slide your tongue from the base to the mushroom shaped head, it rubs your slimmy muscle in the best way, and gives your taste pads the most delicious preview of what you’re currently working for.

You love taking your sweet time on them. Or like, would love, since he sabotages you after he gets impatient most of the time.

Forcing your mouth open and your head down.

Or the opposite, taking himself into his own grip, and also steadying you by the hold of your hair.

“You make such a mess for my cock, Y/N”

He’d say, in mock amusement, while nudging, hitting his pre-cum covered head against your lips. And you still feel as if they are dry.

He’d have you deep throat him for a while, just enough to prepare him for the edge,

He pulls out before both of you can feel his release approaching.

“Mouth or face?” He asks with a shit-eating grin, stroking himself in a good pace, like he’s trying to rush you with the already obvious decision before he ‘accidentally’ cums.

When you aggressively swat his hand away to pull him back into your ready mouth by gripping the base, he lets out a dark chuckle, and finally gives it to you.

“So good. You really want my cum, shit-“

“Gonna come down that greedy throat of yours, okay?”

“You begged for it, so you better swallow every last drop…”

Having sleepovers have always been a normal occurence between you and your best friend, Heeseung. Other people might have found it weird, that you share your bed with a man who isn’t your lover, but for you, it was innocent.

Or more like, used to be innocent.

You aren’t kids anymore, not even teens. And as the years went by, your feelings towards him became more difficult. But still, you couldn’t bring yourself to put an end to the habit, for some reason. It wasn’t something either of you have ever considered.

You had dinner, watched a comedy, scrolled on your phones and occasionally showed a meme you find funny to each other. You, as always, dozed off first. It has become a ritual to Heeseung — waiting until your pretty eyelashes flutter closed, and your breathing falls into a familiar, calm rhythm, so that he can let his gaze settle on your adorable form next to him, admiring whats so close yet so far away.

He has been in love with you for almost over a year, always on the edge, yet too much of a coward to risk what you already had with a blunt confession. It was hard for him to figure you out when it came to romance. Couldn’t decide if it was possible that you felt similar as him, or if he was just fooling himself and twisting your angelic persona to be a sign of the same deep love he felt for you. If you were keeping this up, sharing your rosy pink bed with him, putting all your comfort onto him meant something more for you, too. 

Couldn’t decide if you were also thinking of him when you chased yourself to orgasm every other night, or you were normal.

Because he did. Every time he slided his palm into his boxers at night, it was with the thought of your face, your voice, your body. Really, you were just so divine for him. If he wasn’t such a coward, he’d might even be worthy of your love.

So now, just like how these nights always go, he was laying next to your unconscious form. Something was different, though. Starting with small signs of…intimacy.

He noticed your breathing first, how it was somewhat unstable and shaky. Then, your face. Your cheeks were painted with a sweet blur of pink and red, the flush increasing more and more. Tilting his face towards yours, he put one of his elbows down to take in your unusal sleeping behaviour. Are you having a nightmare? Are you sick? His suspicion about the prior grew higher when your arm brushed against his side, almost warm. Oh, yes. You must have gotten sick, right? He reached for the hem of the blanket you were hogging to yourself, since you were visibly too hot, when your voice hit him.

“Heeseung”  Weak, light. Sounding way too fucking similar to a moan.

His body froze, and, to admit shamefully, half of the blood in his brain flood straight into his groin just at that. Still, he tried to keep a straight face, guilty that he’s even taking things that way, when you could be possibly sick, especially because he thought you’ve already woken up.

“Yes? What’s wrong?” He asked, putting his palm on your forehead, to check your temperature. 

Your other hand was also there, and instead of falling down on the sheets to give space to his, it held onto his wrist, as another sound like that left your lips. Your body curled into his space, and as you breathed onto his face, he came to realize — you were still asleep.

What the hell?

To be frank, there was no sign of pain in the way you looked or moved. You were deep in slumber. Skin hotter than usual, the back of your neck sweaty, your breathing weird, and you, fuck, you were…moaning his name.

Fuck him fuck him fuck him.

He was the least out of all people in this world who’d assume things to his own good, or would want to take advantage of a situation like this, but…You, the love of his life, were next to him in bed, obviously in the middle of a wet dream, which included him.

You were wet dreaming about him.

His cock registered things way easier than his brain, almost immediatelly standing up at the sound and realization. It certainly didn’t help how your body was gravitating towards his, fingers still clentching his.

Taking a hold of your waist, he gently rolled you to your other side, so you weren’t facing him. The next step should’ve been pushing you as far from him as he could, but that seemed to be a lot harder. You made it hard (in all sense and meaning), your plump ass pushing back against him the moment his chest met your back. Oh. You must’ve liked the new surface, finally getting some friction, because your hips started to move more intensivily. Well, as intensive as a sleeping person can.

“Ah, Hee. Please…” Your grip on his wrist tightened. If you arched enough, his bulge also brushed your pussy lips, and that made your body give that extra effort mindlessly. He could feel you through your tiny sleeping shorts, and…and you weren’t wearing underwear at all?

If he didn’t know better, he would think this was planned. That you wanted him to know you think about him when you get all slippery wet between your thighs. Yes, you think about him. What happens when you’re just alone, and you feel needy? Do you touch yourself, and imagine it was some part of him?

He wants to know every part of your mind and body that could possibly be aching for him.

He wantsandwantsandwants.

And he wants now.

So he stopped fighting you — no, he didn’t pull put his hand on you to pull you closer, but he didn’t try to get out of your grasp with the other one. You found an angle that was right for you, he thought, because the pressure and space of your grinding (humping?) became focused and more intentional (as intentional as it could be)

His hips moved, just a little, the smallest contribution to your work. His boxer shorts were pretty thin, and so were your sleeping shorts. The wetness was leaking through. No underwear?

No underwear.

He met your rolls deliciously, his tip which was forming the top of the tent in his boxers sliding on your ass. You sighed, head tipping back slightly, fingers harsh around his. You suddenly moved, your body leaning more to the left, so you were closer to laying flat, and one of your legs dropped on his, knee bending in a way that gave him more access to the meeting of your ass and clothed pussy.

“Hee…please. Harder”

A desperate breath. You weren’t getting nearly enough from this, and neither were he. Fuck it. He gripped your hips with his free hand, he needed just a little more…

Was it still just ‘letting you ride your wet dream out’ to not disturb you, or just humping the fuck out of you?

Either way, and to his shame, his cock started to shoot out stripes of white liquid into his boxers. Did he just cum from a little dry humping? Did he just cum from dry humping you in your sleep?

The most concerning thing is, he wasn’t worried about that the most. He was upset because you were still moving, still restless, still didn’t come yet.

It was unacceptable to him, in the haze he was in.

A palm pressed flat against your mound was a great fix, though. Just as he hoped, one or two push on your clit, and you came, immediatelly seeping through, letting his hand feel it.

He was in the middle of processing what the hell he just did, and pulling back, when you…grabbed his wrist, and put his palm right back there.