#sohee x reader

you didn’t even really like pc rooms , you barely played video games. however sohee and sungchan managed to drag you out of the house , straight to a pc room. “just a few games then we can go to the karaoke room.” he promised you before hand — so you agreed , so there you sat after dying rounds ago and no interest in playing anymore , watching them yell at the screen ( at each other or the game you don’t know ).

“i can’t believe i let you drag me here.” you spoke up. “i wanted to go to the karaoke room.” looking around the room , it was a private room with just the three of you. “i told you , we will.” sohee hands flew across the keyboard. “just let us finish this game , i promise.” sungchans eyes not leaving the screen. “shit!” you jumped as the younger boy slammed his hands on the table. “i fucking died.” snatching the headset off. “can we go now?”

“he’s still in the game , we have to wait.” sungchan was too immersed in the game to notice the boy had died , or your growing impatience. “you can wait a little longer, right?” his hand resting on your knees. “be a good girl.” lightly pinching your thigh , teasing. “look he’s almost done.” you leaned over looking at sungchans screen. “doesn’t look like it.” you said — sohees mind somewhere else , you were leaning over him , you low cut shirt giving him a clear view of your chest.

it was no secret between the three of you that both the boys had some sort of feelings for you , most people thinking your relationship with them was odd , you were aware they liked you — sometimes you even played into it , cheekily flirting with sungchan , or letting sohee touch you in not friendly ways; not going further than that. “there’s one round left.” sungchan finally said something after almost 20 minutes of hurling curse words at the computer. “just sit there and look pretty , sohee keep her entertained.”

“i could be entertained at the karaoke room.” sitting back in your seat , sohee smiled. “i’m here to keep you entertained.” you rolled your eyes. “how are you gonna keep me entertained?” his hand that you forgot was on your knee — now higher than before. “i have my ways.” he said , his hands still moving upwards. “sohee.” you warned , that boyish smile working on you like it always did. “live a little.” he said.

“sungchans right there.” you whispered , he shrugged. “please i doubt he’d mind , and he probably can’t hear.” you watch his hands disappear into your jeans , you bit down on your lip. “see i know you want it , always letting me touch you.” his fingers tracing the line of your clothed slit. “you’re so wet.” his fingers slipped inside you , you moaned. “oh? you must want him to hear.” your eyes going to the boy playing the game. “all he has do is turn his head.” he moved his fingers. “look to his side and he’ll see you making a mess on my fingers.”

his thumb circling your stiff clit. “he’d be so jealous , he wanted to be the one to touch you first.” his scissored your cunt open , your chest moving vastly up and down. “too bad , you’re gonna cum all over my fingers.” he leaned over , kissing behind your ear , your eyes closing as you felt your orgasm approaching. “i can feel you clenching my fingers , you wanna cum don’t you?” you nodded. “cum.” curling his fingers. “look at you making such a mess.” your eyes tightly shut as he fingered you through your orgasm. “fuck look at that so pretty.” you felt his fingers slip out of you , your eyes slowly opened , adjusting to the light —

making direct eye contact with sungchan , his headphones sitting on his neck. “sohee.” he said , literally catching the you as the boy was pulling his hands from your jeans. “i didn’t expect your fingers to be stuffed inside her when i said entertain her.” your face flushed , the younger boy shrugging like it was nothing. “it kept her quiet while you played didn’t it?”

“not when i could hear her moaning through the headset.” increasing your embarrassment. “i told you.” he scoffed. “you told him? that didn’t stop you did it?” his eyebrow lifted with his question. “both of you let’s go.” he stood up, turning the computers off , his face unreadable. “aren’t we supposed to be going to karaoke? you were so eager to go before this no?” the both of you looked at each other before standing up , he took in your appearance smirking. “fix your clothes , they probably already heard you , but you don’t want them see that you were fucked in here do you.” he wasn’t going to let it down , sohee smirked condescendingly , following the boy out , you pushed him. “this is your fault.” he shrugged. “is he mad?” you whispered. “mad? no. jealous and turned on? hell yeah.” he said. “walk faster.” sungchan didn’t even turn around.

the karaoke bar wasn’t that far , a walk down the street and you were walking into the building. “one room please.” he paid for it , taking back his card. “come one.” he said , the three of you following the worker down the hall , completely oblivious to the growing tension between the three of you as he guided you guys down to the room. “have a good time.” he walked away. “go on.” he said, opening the door , the three of you spilling into the room.

the tension was still there , but you still picked up the keyboard — you were serious when you said you wanted to come , the two boys watching you choose different songs , sohee eventually joining you in some songs; but sungchan? he just sat and watched the both of you jump around , more so screaming then singing for multiple songs non-stop. “yn?” sungchan called you turned around , he beckoned you over. “come take a break…” you sat the mic down , sitting on the couch. “sohee you can keep going.” he said , the boy didn’t even question it which made you wonder how he was always so controlling over the younger , and how the younger was always so compliant in his orders. “are you upset? because of what happened.”

“of course not,” he said. “i am a little jealous though.” he confessed , the music and sohee’s loud singing in the background. “why?” you asked , he rolled his eyes. “because i wanted you first , and he knew that.” he said , your cheeks flushing at the sudden confession. “normally he listen to everything i say.” that peaked your interest. “what does that mean?” he smiled teasingly. “don’t worry about that , i’m not mad though.” he said. “wish i could’ve seen the whole thing though.” rubbing his thighs — you were fighting demons to not look down at his lower half. “watching you cum around his fingers.” he stopped , groaning; the fire in you belly from the pc room re-igniting. “fuck i’m so hard.”

finally giving in your eyes fell to his lap , his hard on evident. he was already smirking when you looked up. “just can’t help yourself, can you?” his hand coming behind your neck , not locking you in place , just lightly stroking the lower part behind your ear. “was sohee not enough?” he hummed , the younger boy still singing , you couldn’t even tell if he knew what was going on and was just choosing to ignore it. “come closer.” he guided you slowly into a kiss , dragging his hand from your neck down your stomach to your waistband , his hands slipping into your jeans much like sohee. “already dripping , good.”

his fingers slipping inside you. “fingers slipped right in.” he smirked , his long slender fingers moved fast. “fuck i can you over the music.” he leaned whispering into you ear , his voice low making you even wetter. “fuck sungchan.” you moaned. “making such a mess on the couch , pussy is begging to be filled isn’t it?” you nodded , he smiled. “be a good girl.” he whispered , unbuckling his jeans , lifting his hips to feel his cock — he was big; his tip a blush pink color , already leaking. “touch it baby.” your hand wrapped around his base , moving your hand up and down. “fuck that’s it.” he groaned , leaning his head against the wall behind the coach. “just like that.”

sohee who was so immersed in singing , finally turned around realizing what was happening. “fuck put it in your mouth.” your body half way in his lap as you took him into your mouth. “shit!” he moaned out , sohee stood there watching his friend guide your head up and down on his dick , he felt his own getting hard. “fuck , stop watching and just get over here.” he dropped the mic , making his way over to the couch , sitting down. “get on your knees.” sinking down in between sungchan legs , taking him back into your mouth — the mics all abandoned as sohee freed himself , guiding your hand to his cock , your hand moving. “fu-fuck.”

sungchan hips bucked up into your mouth , pushing your head down; sohee using your hand , fucking into your fist. “good slut , keep sucking me like that.” sungchan running his hands through his hair. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” holding your head down , bucking into your mouth , your hand tighten around sohee making moan loudly — at least this room was semi-soundproof. “oh shit.” sungchan pushed your head down , holding it bucking , his cock twitching as he shot his load into the back of your throat , sohee letting out a loud moan as he came into your hand.

he let your head go , wiping the cum from your lips pushing it back into your mouth. “fuckkk good girl.” leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. “get up.” he pulled you into his lap , laying down on the couch so you were straddling him. “you can’t take both of us right?” sohee’s cock immediately getting hard at the thought of fucking you. “i know you can.” you took your pants off , re-straddling his waist , he slapped your ass. “fuck.” he pulled your panties to the side , his cock kissing your clit. “sit on it.”

both of you moaning, feeling him entering you , your cunt sucking him in. “such a tight cunt.” sohee’s cock was fully erected , his hands coming to your waist. “you ready?” you nodded. “pl-please.” you felt his cock stretching you open , he groaned from behind you as he stuffed himself alongside his bestfriend. “shit.” they both moved simultaneously , the music still playing , the sounds of your skin slapping together filling the room. “su-such a fucking slut.” sungchan groaned. “anyone could walk by and hearing you being fuck like a whore by your bestfriends.”

his hands gripping your waist as he moved his hips , sohee pounding you from the back. “i think -fuck- i think she likes that , her pussy clenched at that.” he groaned , slapping your ass , you moaned out. “she does , such a pretty slut , just ready to be fucked.” they both began to sped up , both taking turns hitting that spot that made you see stars. “oh fuck!” you screamed , sohee pulling your head back by your hair sungchan attacking your neck. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” you warned , your legs shaking as you squeezed them tight.

“oh fuck.” sohee groaned. “fuck , hold it.” slapping your ass. “sh-shit i’m almost there.” he groaned . sungchan hips not faltering as he felt his orgasm approaching. “want us to fill this pretty pussy up.” the elder spoke. “leave you leaking with our cum.” you nodded , tears streaming down your face due to the pleasure. “please , please cum inside me.”

“begging like a whore.” he said. “so-sohee , she wants to be filled up so bad let’s give it to her.” both of them grabbing at you as they sped up , moans filling the now quiet room due to the music shutting off , skin slapping; room smelling of sex. “shit.” sohee hilted his hips , cock twitching inside of you as he came , triggering your orgasm. “oh fuck fuck fuck!” you clenched tightly around them both , sungchan hissed , cumming soon after , pushing both their loads back into your cunt. “fuck!” he groaned , slowly thrusting his hips riding out his high , before they both slipped out of you , your arms and legs feeling like jelly.

“fuck someone definitely heard that.” sohee said , helping you clean up. “we’re gonna get banned.” both of you lowkey panicking , sungchan being the one who was calm like always. “just don’t look them in the eye.” the two of you turned to him. “what , if i’m embarrassed with something , i just don’t look anyone in the eye.” he shrugged. “that’s gonna have to do because i need to shower.” you said , sungchan reaching over to wipe your face. “see now they won’t notice.” he smiled , you rolled your eyes. “come on.” you said. “head down and walk fast.”

safe to say none of you went back to that karaoke room… but you surely did fool around much more after..

SHOTARO: praise kink & body worship shotaro is the sweetest dom you’ll ever beg for. his number one turn-on is praise. giving it, receiving it, breathing it into your skin while your body trembles under his. he tells you you're perfect every time you moan, cups your face while you cry through your orgasm and whispers “look at you, doing so good for me.” he holds your hips like you’re breakable, like your body is sacred. the kind of sex he gives is slow, deep, and so full of love it makes you feel like crying. he doesn’t rush. doesn’t chase his own release. he’s all about watching you melt. he’s also completely obsessed with body worship. especially when you’re insecure. he kisses your stretch marks, moans into your thighs, holds your tummy while he fucks you deep and tells you how beautiful you are when you break. “this body drives me insane,” he pants, brushing his lips over every inch of skin you once hid from him. he’ll eat you out with his arms wrapped tight around your thighs, eyes locked on yours like he needs to see how it wrecks you. and when you finally cum? he just smiles and says “that’s it, baby. show me how pretty you are.”

EUNSEOK: possessiveness kink & slow dominance eunseok doesn’t play games. he’s a slow, possessive dom. the type to keep eye contact as he eases in inch by inch, lips brushing your neck as he whispers “you’re mine. no one else gets to see this side of you.” he thrives on ownership: hand around your throat, cum dripping down your thighs, hickeys blooming over your chest. his voice stays calm while he wrecks you, every word firm and possessive. “you need me to remind you again? who this belongs to?” it’s not about jealousy, it’s about claiming what’s already his. he likes it slow. painfully, deliciously slow. he’ll tease your entrance with his cock while pinning your wrists, smirking as you whine for more. he wants to drag it out. watch your expression shift as your body gives in, trembling from how deeply he stretches you. “that’s it. take it all, baby.” he keeps your legs spread wide, his hips grinding down, fucking you through orgasm after orgasm until your brain shuts off. and when you’re ruined, shaking in his lap? he kisses your temple and whispers, “you’ll never need anyone else. not when you have me.”

SUNGCHAN: size kink & cockwarming sungchan is big, cocky, and dangerous. he doesn’t even have to say much. just grips your hips, bites his lip, and lets his body do the talking. his size kink is everything to him. he gets off on how small you look under him, how deep he gets inside you, how your stomach bulges just from his tip. “too much?” he grins, pushing in slower, watching you squirm. “nah, you can take it. look how good you’re doing already.” he holds you in place when you try to run, one arm around your waist, dragging out each thrust until you’re gasping. he also loves cockwarming. slipping inside you after a long day, cuddled up behind you, whispering “just wanna stay like this for a while.” he presses kisses to your shoulder, strokes your tummy while keeping you completely full. and when you clench around him? he chuckles low, “mm, baby… don’t start something you can’t finish.” sometimes he teases you with little thrusts. barely there, just enough to make you whimper. he loves knowing you're wet, desperate, trembling… and can’t do anything unless he says so.

WONBIN: jealousy kink & marking obsession wonbin is quiet until he’s not. his jealousy kink simmers beneath the surface. never explosive, just dangerous. the second someone else makes you laugh a little too hard, he’s got a hand on your waist, lips against your ear: “you think he could make you feel half as good as i do?” and the second you’re alone? he claims you. pulls you onto his lap, fucks you slow and rough until you're a crying mess. he doesn’t even need to raise his voice. it’s the look in his eyes, the way his cock presses so deep you feel it in your stomach. “say you’re mine. louder.” his obsession with marking is unreal. hickeys under your jaw, love bites on your chest, scratches down your thighs. every inch of your body needs to look like it belongs to him. he gets high off watching bruises bloom under his mouth, watching his cum drip out of you, wiping it back in with two fingers like “not done yet.” sometimes he’ll fuck you in front of a mirror, one hand on your throat, the other between your thighs, whispering “look at that. covered in me. exactly how you should be.” and then he kisses your lips like you’re his entire world.

SOHEE: brat tamer & orgasm control sohee’s not soft. he likes control. likes when you test him just so he can shut you up with his cock buried deep, lips curling into a grin as you cry. he’s a brutal brat tamer. not just spanking or pinning you down, but really making you beg. “keep talking,” he smirks while edging you with two fingers, eyes never leaving yours. “see where it gets you.” he knows your body too well. knows exactly when to pull away, exactly when to fuck you dumb, exactly when to lean in and whisper “i warned you.” and it only makes you want him more. his orgasm control is insane. he’ll edge you over and over until your thighs are shaking, your voice cracking, and your mind going numb. “not yet,” he murmurs, pulling his mouth away right before you cum. when he finally lets you finish, it’s because you’re sobbing. shaking. clinging to him like you’ll fall apart. and the second you cum? he keeps going. overstimulation, soft praise, his cock dragging through your tight walls while you tremble underneath him. he likes you ruined. not just once, but until you’re broken for real.

ANTON: emotional dominance & overstimulation anton is sweet, soft-spoken, and so dangerously dominant. he gets off on emotional control. the way your body reacts to his voice, his hands, his low murmurs of “you’re mine, baby… all mine.” he holds you like a lifeline and fucks you like you’ll never have anyone else. he likes when you fall apart in his arms. not just from pleasure, but from how deeply he loves you. his touch is slow, heavy, possessive. and when you cry from how much you feel? he kisses your cheeks and whispers “cry for me. i want it all.” his biggest weakness? overstimulation. he’ll drag it out for hours. mouth on your clit until your voice breaks, cock deep inside while your body begs for a break. but he just cups your face and moans “one more, you can give me one more.” and somehow, you do. he’s the kind of lover who breaks you with sweetness. slow grind, wet kisses, praise melting into filth until your body doesn’t even work right anymore. and when you finally collapse? he wraps you up in his hoodie and lets you cry it out, brushing your hair back like you didn’t just cum six times on his cock.

shotaro

shotaro is usually such a soft and kind person, but I feel like the member who barged into his room would see his frustrated/mean side. because shotaro is so busy most of the time, he truly values the [little] intimate time he gets with his s/o, and he has a mindset of wanting everything to be perfect when he's with them. he wants to devote all of his attention on you and you only, and in turn expects the same. i even feel like he's the type to send a message in the riize gc in advance of his GF coming over that's like, "i'm having my GF over, PLEASE knock before you come in." but there would be that one member (why am i imagining anton) who forgot to read it and barges in anyway, angering shotaro to the max. he'll make a loud groaning sound and yell, "didn't i tell you guys to knock!!!!" even after that member has already closed the door out of shock. not only is shotaro pissed that his partner's privacy was violated, but he's also upset that the amazingly sweet and vulnerable moment you two were sharing has essentially been ruined. he would be so upset that he couldn't possibly get back in the mood and continue with the sex as if nothing happened. his first move is to get dressed and go address it with that member immediately. even when he's upset i feel like he's such a levelheaded communicator, he'd still apologize to his member for having to see that but also remind them to read the gc and knock next time. his poor s/o would have to wait until he's back calm again before he could continue with the sex.

eunseok

as expected, my nonchalant king eunseok would be the least phased out of everyone. even once he's noticed his member's face at the door, he'll continue moving inside you as if its nothing. he'll make a sarcastic remark to whoever it is like, "like what you see?" or "wanna join?" he somehow manages to make it so that the member who accidentally walked in feels more embarrassed than he does for getting caught. after the member has left, eunseok's partner will be so mortified, but he'll only tease them for it. he'll incorporate the situation into his dirty talk, saying stuff like, "guess I should fuck you faster before another person comes in, hmmm?" or "think he'll jerk off to what he's saw?" in sum, eunseok is not letting anything or anyone stop him from getting his nut. i don't even think he would address it with that member afterward. if they say something to him about it, he'll behave as if he completely forgot about it, and for the most part, he has. all he'll say is an absent-minded, "ohhhhh...my bad."

sungchan

his first thought and priority upon getting caught is to cover your body, 1.) because he's a caring and protective partner who's concerned about your privacy and comfort but also 2.) he's possessive and doesn't want anyone else enjoying the sight of what's his and his only. after the member who intruded has left, sungchan would lowkey be in shock. he'd need a minute to pause and collect himself after the unexpected moment. though he's usually a pretty confident person, i feel like he has a secret bashful side that would be embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing him during such an intimate moment (i'm thinking specifically abt how he freaked out and couldn't stop talking about it when he realized his abs were included in the impossible MV). he'd be at his most unsure, asking his partner reassuring questions like, "you don't think he saw anything for real, do you?" eventually he'd continue fucking you, but he wouldn't be able to help himself from still thinking about the interruption. hilariously i feel like he'd be balls deep inside of you and still be saying stuff like, "ughhh, i can't believe that happened," and even playfully scold you like, "i told you to lock the door." once either of your orgasms approach, however, he'll fully lock back in. after you're done having sex, he'd address the situation with the member who interrupted privately, apologizing and lowkey asking them not to tell anyone what they saw.

wonbin

his reaction would be a mixture between shotaro and eunseok. similar to shotaro, i think he'd be really angry and annoyed at whoever interrupted him. when wonbin has sex, it's never casual or light-hearted; he truly strives for intense, intimate, soul-bearing experiences, and so an interruption has a bigger impact on him than it may the average person that's just fucking for fun more than anything else. his words to whoever interrupted him would be an angry, "get out," or "fuck off!" that would cause them to immediately slam the door shut. he's like eunseok in the sense that the interruption doesn't stop him from continuing with the sex. his movements inside of you never cease, and outside of a sigh, or perhaps an apology to you, he doesn't address the situation at all. i'd even guess that his frustration at being interrupted would make the sex better, as he's incredibly hot when he's angry, and he expresses his anger by fucking you even harder. i don't think he'd feel bashful about being caught at all because he seems like the type of person who believes bodies are just bodies, sex is just sex, and that only an immature person would be ashamed at those sorts of things. when addressing it with the member who interrupted later, he'd lowkey scold them, especially if it was one of the younger members, telling them to always knock and reminding them of the importance of privacy.

sohee

my poor sohee would be so embarrassed. he's the kind of person who doesn't mind people knowing he gets pussy --- and in fact takes pride in them knowing --- but wouldn't actually want people to see all of the ways he behaves during the act, mostly because he's very expressive and emotional when he fucks and is absolutely mortified at the idea of being teased for something like that. after getting interrupted, he'd immediately stop what he was doing and cover his face in his hands, all while his entire body turns tomato red. he'd then proceed to scold you, half-playfully and half-seriously, for not remembering to lock the door. getting him to continue with the sex after the interruption will take a lot of coaxing and reassurance. he's so stubborn that i feel like he'd resolve himself towards just making you come really quickly and then stopping with the sex entirely, not even caring about his own pleasure anymore. afterwards, he will never bring the situation back up with that member again. he just hopes they didn't see anything significant and that if they did, they'll forget it and never speak of it with him ever.

anton

first of all, i don't even think he'd put himself in a position to have sex if he felt like there's a chance of getting caught --- that's how much he's afraid of another member seeing him in that position. but let's say his partner managed to somehow coax him into doing it anyway. his reaction to being interrupted is a more extreme version of sohee's. he'll be absolutely mortified, particularly because he dreads getting teased about it later. even after the member who interrupted has left, he'll start to fake sob in his hands, and unlike sohee, he won't even consider continuing with the sex in any capacity. His whole mood is ruined, not just for that moment, but for the rest of the day. He'll literally sulk and mope around about it, and any other conversation he has with you that day will somehow lead back to him expressing his embarrassment about what happened. like shotaro, he'll want to address it with the member who interrupted as soon as possible. he'll be completely and utterly apologetic, whereas i feel like all of the riize members would nonchalantly be like, "no worries, do your thing bro," which anton wouldn't be able to accept. the experience would lowkey traumatize him in the sense that he'd claim to never want to have sex in his room again (though i feel like in a few weeks he could be convinced again; he just seems very gullible and simpish <3).

You’d thrown on one of Sohee’s shirts, it hung loose on your shoulders, brushing the tops of your thighs, and pulled on the tiniest pair of sleep shorts you had. The fabric was barely there, soft and worn in, and your skin still felt warm and sensitive from the long, sticky day. Now, curled up on the cool hotel sheets, you scrolled aimlessly through your phone. Your eyes were heavy, mind too tired to focus on anything. A few minutes passed before you heard the soft click of the bathroom door. Sohee stepped out, towel slung around his neck, rubbing it lazily through his hair. His white tee clung slightly to his damp skin, collar stretched just enough to show a peek of his collarbone and the curve of his chest underneath. His checkered pajama pants hung dangerously low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking above the fabric, and when he raised his arms to dry the back of his hair, his shirt lifted just enough for his abs to catch the light.

You looked up from your phone, gaze trailing slowly across his frame. He didn’t notice, too busy yawning and tossing the towel onto the back of a chair. Then he turned toward the bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked over. Without a word, he climbed in next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight, his warmth immediately soaking into the space between your bodies. You turned your phone off and looked over at him. Sohee was already settling in, arm behind his head, the other draped over his stomach, lids heavy as he looked up at the ceiling. He let out a soft groan. “I’m never letting Wonbin plan anything again.” You snorted. “You say that every time.” He didn’t answer, just smiled, slow and lazy, eyes flicking over to you.

You shift closer to him, cheek resting against his bare arm for a moment as your hand drifts beneath his shirt. Your fingers brush over the ridges of his stomach, warm, smooth skin stretched over soft muscle. He tenses just a little, inhaling through his nose, but doesn’t stop you. Your fingertips trace lightly down the line of his abs, then up again, slow and aimless. “You look so good right now.” you murmur, voice barely audible in the quiet. Sohee turns his head toward you, eyes half-lidded, lips curving into a lazy, boyish smile. “Yeah?” You nod, and before you can say anything else, he leans in and kisses you, soft and slow, tasting of mint and sleep, lips brushing yours like he’s savoring you. You hum into his mouth, hand still resting under his shirt, feeling the way his stomach tightens every time your fingers move. The kiss deepens. Slowly at first, like neither of you meant for it to go further, but it does. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you there as he kisses you harder, more open, more hungry.

You gasp into him when he pulls you suddenly, until you’re straddling his lap, legs on either side of his hips, the soft pressure of his bulge pressing up right between your thighs. His hands are everywhere now, warm palms sliding under your shirt, roaming your back, your sides, until they cup your tits, squeezing softly, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the thin fabric. His mouth doesn’t leave yours, kissing you like he’s starved, teeth catching your bottom lip, breathing heavier with every second. “You’re so soft,” he mutters against your mouth, hands sliding up your bare waist, thumbs drawing lazy circles into your skin. “So warm…” You grind down just a little, teasing, and his head falls back with a soft groan. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re gonna kill me.” You smile into his neck, kissing under his jaw, hands tugging gently at the hem of his shirt. He lets you pull it up, arms raised, and the second it’s off, his mouth is on you again, hungrier now, messier, lips dragging down your throat as his hands slide under your shirt again, pushing it up until your chest is bare.

His thumbs brush over your nipples again and you whimper, hips rocking against his automatically, the fabric of your shorts soaked against the hard line of his cock through his pants. Your body’s moving on instinct now—grinding down on him harder, wetter, needier, your tiny shorts doing nothing to muffle the heat or friction between you. Your hands find him again. One slides behind his neck, fingers threading through his hair, tugging just a little. The other presses gently to the front of his throat, not tight, just there, feeling the pulse beating fast under your palm. Your lips brush against his ear, breath shaky as you whisper, “Please, Sohee…want you so so bad right now.” His whole body twitches beneath you, like your voice alone punched the air out of him. You grind down harder, your clit catching perfectly against the outline of his cock through his pants, and he moans, sharp and breathy, hips bucking up into you.

“Fuck…just like that, baby,” he gasps, his voice breaking, hands gripping your waist tight. “Don’t stop—don’t stop.” You’re not sure you could even if you wanted to. You’re soaked through your shorts, the pressure between your thighs building fast, your body chasing it like it needs to finish now or it’ll tear itself apart. Sohee’s eyes are on you, half-lidded, lips parted, letting out these soft little whimpers every time your hips roll just right. His hands slip under your shirt again, squeezing your tits, dragging his fingers over your nipples like he’s trying to make it even worse—make it more. You can’t take it anymore. The drag of your soaked sleep shorts is almost too much, too thick, too dull.

Your hand slides down between you, and Sohee watches with his mouth parted, eyes dark and glassy as you hook two fingers into your waistband and tug your shorts to the side—just enough to expose the soft cotton of your panties beneath. They’re drenched. You settle back down onto him, the heat of your pussy pressed directly to the thick bulge in his pants now, only one thin layer between you. The second your hips roll forward again, Sohee chokes on a moan. “Fuck—fuck, baby,” he gasps, hands flying to your ass, squeezing hard as he guides you. “Just like that—just like that.” You nod into his neck, lips parting against his skin as your hips rock in slow, needy circles. His hands are so big on you, gripping and pulling you down, moving you back and forth against him.

And then he’s kissing your neck, sloppy, hungry, open-mouthed kisses that turn into sucking. Hard. His lips latch onto the skin just below your jaw and you whimper, clutching at his shoulders as your body bucks into his. “You’re so hot.” he whispers into your neck, voice hoarse, breath hot. “You feel how wet you are, baby? Fuck—can’t even think.” You’re soaking through your panties, the pressure building fast and hard and messy. Every grind sends a jolt through your core, your clit catching perfectly on the seam of his pants. Sohee bites down gently, just enough to leave a mark, then kisses it, his grip tightening on your ass like he can’t get you close enough.“You gonna cum like this?” he whispers, dazed. “Grinding that soaked little pussy on my cock, hm?” Your moan gets caught in your throat, and your thighs tremble around his hips. “S-Sohee—‘m gonna—”

He groans, low and desperate, guiding your hips faster, grinding you down harder. “You close?” he breathes, voice raw. “Cum for me, baby. Come on, I got you.” And you do, your orgasm hits fast, soaking through the fabric, body seizing up as you cry out his name, trembling in his lap while he holds you down, cock pulsing through his pants from how fucking wrecked he is under you. You feel him come seconds later, hips jerking up into you with a strained groan, cock pulsing through his boxers as he holds you tight against him, panting into your shoulder. Both of you stay there—trembling, sticky, breathless, clinging to each other in the quiet after. But even as your thighs twitch and your chest heaves, the need in you doesn’t fade.

You barely have time to catch your breath before Sohee grabs your waist and flips you onto your back. Your head hits the pillow, hair fanned out around you, chest heaving. His body is over yours in seconds, pressing you into the mattress, eyes locked on yours like he’s starving. He kisses you hard, all tongue and heat and teeth. One hand braces beside your head while the other slips between your legs, cupping your soaked pussy through your bunched-up shorts. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your lips, rubbing slow, firm pressure right over your clit. “My needy girl.” You whimper, hips twitching up into his hand. His fingers squeeze gently over the fabric, dragging slow, teasing circles that make your thighs shake again. Then he starts kissing lower. Down your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones. Lower, tugging your shirt up just to mouth at your tits briefly, sucking a soft mark into the curve of one. You gasp, back arching. And then he’s lower. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, and he peels them down at once.

You feel the air hit your soaked folds, your legs falling open without thinking. “Fuck,” he breathes, voice thick. “Look at you…” He kisses your thighs first, soft and gentle, nothing like the way he was touching you a minute ago. He trails his lips up the inside of one, then switches to the other, his hands stroking slowly up and down your legs as if to calm you, or maybe himself. And then you feel it, his fingers sliding between your folds, slick and slow, running through the mess you’ve made. You moan the second he touches your clit, hips jerking. But he doesn’t stop, just keeps dragging two fingers through your slick, spreading it. Then his fingers push inside—deep, slow, curling just right. You cry out, hand shooting down to grab his wrist, not to stop him but to hold onto something. “S-Sohee—”. He looks up at you from between your legs with that dazed, desperate look, he’s obsessed with how you sound, how you taste, how you twitch when he curls his fingers again. And then he leans down.

His mouth replaces his hand, tongue sliding through your folds, slow and heavy, then circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back. You gasp, fingers flying to his hair, hips lifting toward his mouth. He groans into you, deep, needy, like you’re the one feeding him now. “Taste so fucking good…” he mumbles against you, tongue fucking into you like he’s addicted. “Wanna make you cum again.” And from the way your thighs are already shaking around his head—you know it won’t take long. His tongue keeps working you over, lapping at your clit in slow, tight circles while his fingers thrust in and out of you, steady, deep, curling just right. You can’t stop moaning. Your hips buck under him, thighs tightening around his head, but he just groans low in his throat and pushes them wider—holding you open like he needs to ruin you.

His fingers plunge deeper, slick sounds filling the room as he fucks them in and out of your soaked pussy, and you cry out when he finds that spot that makes your whole body seize. “Right there—” you gasp, eyes fluttering, hands flying to his hair again. You tug hard this time, fingers curling tight into his damp strands, and he moans against you, soft and wrecked, the sound vibrating against your clit in the most sinful way. “That’s it,” he breathes, not even lifting his head. “Fuck—keep pulling like that.” He pushes his fingers deeper, faster, thumb now rubbing circles just under his tongue. You’re unraveling. Eyes glossy, jaw slack, legs trembling uncontrollably. “You’re so close,” he whispers. “I can feel it, baby—cum on my fingers. Come on. Let go for me.” You try to hold it, just for a second, but his fingers curl up and hit it again, and that’s it.

You break. “Sohee—!” You cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, pussy clenching hard around his fingers, your whole body tensing under his mouth. He doesn’t stop—licks you through it, fingers still moving, helping you ride it out as you sob and twitch, completely wrecked. Your grip on his hair loosens slowly, your chest rising and falling in fast, shallow breaths as you fall back into the sheets. Sohee finally pulls back, mouth shiny, lips parted as he looks up at you, absolutely wrecked himself.He crawls back up your body like he’s possessed. His fingers are still wet when they trail up your skin, his hand wraps around your throat and he kisses you. It’s hungry, filthy, his tongue in your mouth, his teeth grazing your lips. Your hands slide down his bare waist, and your hips lift, grinding up against the thick, aching bulge pressing against your soaked core. “Please,” you whisper between kisses, breathless, desperate. “Please Sohee…want you in me. Please, please—need it so bad.”

He groans into your mouth, hand tightening just slightly on your throat as his forehead presses against yours. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, baby,” he whispers, voice shaking. “You’re already dripping, you want more?” You nod frantically, grinding up again, feeling the hot drag of his cock through his damp pajama pants, so hard and leaking from how long he’s been holding back. Sohee pulls away to shove his pants and boxers down—just enough to free himself, big and flushed, already twitching. His jaw is tight, chest rising and falling, as he looks down at you spread open under him, sleepy and tired but still wanting more.“So pretty,” he murmurs, running the head of his cock through your folds. “Fucking soaking for me.”

And then he slides in, slow and deep, inch by inch. Your cunt welcomes him so easily, your walls fluttering around him as he sinks into you fully, bottoming out with a low, broken groan. “Oh my god,” you whimper, “Sohee…”, your legs wrapping around his waist, hands flying to his back. “Shit, baby,” he gasps, forehead falling to your shoulder. “You feel too good—fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching like that.” He holds still for a second, just breathing, buried so deep inside you while your body stretches around him perfectly. Then he starts to move. Slowly, hips rolling deep and steady, his cock dragging along every soaked inch of your walls. His hand is still at your throat, just holding you there, grounding you, claiming you. His mouth is on yours, open, breathless, tongues sliding, both of you moaning into each other.

You tug on his hair with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder like it’s the only thing keeping you from floating off. “Fuck,” you pant, barely able to breathe. “I’m the luckiest girl alive…” He groans into your mouth at that, and his hips start to pick up, thrusts getting faster, harder, the bed creaking softly beneath you. You can’t stop moaning. His name. The filth spilling from your lips. The way he fills you so completely, stretching you open perfectly, his cock slamming deeper and deeper every time he pulls you down onto him. “Sohee—fuck, oh my god—” He suddenly pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, and you scream, back arching off the mattress. “You wanted this so bad, huh?” he pants, thrusting harder now. “You’re taking me so good, baby…” After a few more punishing thrusts, he sits up, kneeling between your legs, shirtless, sweat-slicked and flushed, his hair a messy halo around his face.

He grabs the backs of your thighs and yanks you down toward him, making you gasp as he slams back in, deeper than before. “Fucking hell.” he groans, eyes dropping to where you’re joined. A creamy white ring around his cock. The wet mess of you coating him completely. He’s completely lost in it, and so are you. The sight of him—shirtless, flushed pink, lips swollen, his abs flexing every time he thrusts into you, his large hands gripping your thighs like he owns you, it makes you feral. You reach down blindly, dragging your hand across his slick stomach, fingers trembling, then scratching lightly across his abs, needing something to hold, to mark, to tear into. “Oh my fucking god, Sohee,” you cry out, staring up at him, eyes wide and wrecked. “You’re so fucking hot.” That does it.

He snaps his hips harder, slamming into you, his jaw tight, his moans getting higher, more broken. His hand drops to your clit and he starts rubbing fast circles. “Cum for me again,” he pleads, voice trembling. “I wanna feel you—fuck, I need to feel you cum on me.” You can’t even respond. Your orgasm crashes down out of nowhere, your body arching, legs shaking as you cry out his name, scratching harder at his abs, barely able to breathe through it. “That’s it, baby—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight—” he moans, voice wrecked. And then he loses it, slamming in deep one last time before he spills inside you with a strangled groan, shaking, burying his face into your neck as he rides it out, hips twitching from the overstimulation.

Sohee lays back against the pillows, sleepy, dazed, arms wrapped around your waist like he’s trying to anchor himself. His cock is still buried inside you, twitching slightly, he’s softening—spent. But your need isn’t done. You cup his face with both hands, fingers brushing his cheeks as you kiss him hard, deep and greedy. You moan into his mouth, pressing your body to his, feeling every inch of skin, every tremble under your hands. Then, before he can even register what’s happening, you sit up, shift your hips, and straddle him fully, his cock slipping out of you for just a second before you reach down, line him up again, and sink down on him in one slow, desperate push. “F-fuck—ahh, baby—wait—” he gasps, hands flying to your thighs as his eyes fly open. He’s still overstimulated, and your heat is so wet, so tight, clenching around him immediately. But you just shake your head, whimpering as your hips start to rock.

“Can’t help it…” you whine, “Want your dick again and again—can’t stop, Sohee…” voice shaky, needy. “Shit, shit—you’re so fucking tight, baby,” he groans, head falling back, his stomach flexing under your touch. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind—”You ride him slow, too sensitive to go fast, but the drag is perfect. Your pussy squeezes around him with every drop of your hips, your legs trembling from how full you feel, how raw your body is after everything. His cock twitches inside you constantly, and every time you sink back down he whimpers, high and shaky. “You feel so good,” you whine, nails dragging down his chest. “So deep… Sohee—fuck, want you so bad.” He watches you, eyes wide and blown out, his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise, trying to ground himself.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he whispers, hips stuttering up into you without meaning to. “Can’t take much more—but fuck, don’t stop.” You don’t. You keep riding him, messier now, body rocking up and down, chasing one more high, even as your clit aches, even as your pussy clenches too tight from how sensitive you are and his cum leaks from you. Your moans get higher, more broken, tears welling in your eyes. “I’m gonna cum,” you sob, nails scratching down his abs, your body shaking. “Gonna—fuck—gonna cum on your dick again—” Sohee sits up halfway, one arm wrapping around your waist, his other hand slipping down to rub your clit in desperate circles. “Do it, baby,” he begs, panting against your mouth. “Cum on my cock again. Wanna feel you lose it for me—”

You shatter. With a long, broken moan, your orgasm rips through you, body locking up as you clamp down around him, shaking in his lap. He follows almost immediately after, hips jerking up into you as he comes inside you again with a deep, raw moan of your name, his voice cracking, arms holding you tight, his whole body twitching with it. And then you collapse forward against his chest, both of you done. Sticky, sore, trembling. He kisses your temple, arms wrapped around you, breathing shallow and shaky. “No more,” he whispers with a soft, breathless laugh. “You’re gonna fucking destroy me.” You smile against his skin, half-asleep already. “I’ll let you sleep now,” you mumble.“Might have to tie you down,” he groans. You hum, already drifting. “Maybe next time.”