yuta 'off the mask' (smtown live 2025-26 in fukuoka)
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yuta 'off the mask' (smtown live 2025-26 in fukuoka)

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thank youuu for the kind words!!! i’ve gotten a couple of yuta reqs so i’m finally posting him hehe. honestly, i think his fav position is anything involving you riding him but i wanted to post something kinkier than that bc he’s a perv too LOL
putting you on a leash to finger you
tying you up with rope so he can overstimulate you as much as he wants? yes please
forcing you to make yourself cum with a vibrator after being too flirty with another guy
fucking you in the bathroom after getting jealous of how affectionate you are towards the other members
making you bounce on his cock while he overstimulates your clit
watching his cum drip out of you
overstimulating your clit until you cry
what happens after you wake up to his cock throbbing against your ass
(sub! yuta) a long night of edging him
tying you up to fuck you however he wants
thigh fucking
NCT127 reaction to you telling them you’re a virgin
Pairing: NCT127 x reader
Warnings: light smut, make out, some fluff
Taeyong
It’s a boring Sunday afternoon, and for once, Taeyong has the day off. You two decided you would only leave the bed for food and bathroom breaks. It had been his idea, and you immediately agreed since you both hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately. You and Taeyong haven’t been together for long — just a month, to be exact. That made it even more special for you to have him all to yourself for an entire day and hide away at home.
So it happens that at 4 PM, you’re still lying in bed. His head rests in your lap as he scrolls through his phone while you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. Eventually, he closes his eyes and sighs,
“This is nice. Maybe you should apply to work at SM as staff so I can take you on tour with me,” he suggests with a smile.
You giggle. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He absentmindedly nods. “I’d love it. I’d have you around every day,” he murmurs, wiggling his eyebrows.
“And at night, when everyone’s asleep, I’ll sneak into your room.”
You smile briefly but then grow thoughtful.
“And what would we do in my room?” you ask.
He opens one eye and tilts his head slightly.
“Well, this. You’d run your fingers through my hair.”
“Oh, so that’s why you want me to come along? To be your personal masseur?” you laugh mockingly, making him grin widely.
“I’d make sure to return the favor,” he promises, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles.
You tilt your head slightly, watching him as he intertwines his fingers with yours and squeezes them gently. Your relationship was amazing in every way — except for one thing. Taeyong had never mentioned it, but you were aware of the way he looked at you when you changed after a shower or lay by the pool in a bikini. You noticed his glances but always pretended not to. He never brought it up or tried to go further than kissing or making out on the couch. You were grateful for that, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that a conversation about it was coming soon.
It’s not that you didn’t want to — Taeyong looked incredible, and there were moments you could barely hold yourself back from jumping him. It was more the fact that you had no experience at all that made you hesitant.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Taeyong says, pulling you out of your daze, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You chuckle softly and run your fingers through your hair.
“What’s wrong?” he asks curiously, turning his head toward you.
You chew on your lower lip, searching for the right words.
“I-I know it might seem like I’m making you wait on purpose, but I’m not,” you suddenly say, making him frown slightly
“What do you mean?”
“Tae… I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you or anything… that’s not why we haven’t gone further yet,” you explain.
He sits up, looking at you confused.
“What is this? Are you trying to justify yourself?” he asks with a small smile.
“It’s more like… I just want to explain so you don’t think badly of me,” you confess, feeling guilty.
He laughs and kisses you gently.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he assures you.
“But—”
“Listen, you’re the hottest woman in the entire world to me, but that’s not why I’m with you. I don’t care when we take the next step — I just don’t want you to feel pressured into anything,” he says, placing his hand on your cheek.
You chew on your lip again and clear your throat before looking into his eyes.
“I, um… I’m still a virgin,” you say quietly.
He looks at you for a moment and then chuckles.
“So what?”
“That means I really have zero experience… What if I’m terrible?” you ask, insecure.
He sighs briefly and kisses you again.
“I doubt that. You drive me crazy just by tossing your hair back. I’m more worried about being terrible myself,” he laughs.
You roll your eyes and playfully nudge him.
“Idiot.”
“The fact that you’re a virgin doesn’t change anything for me — if anything, honestly, it’s kinda sexy,” he admits, grinning.
You laugh and kiss him tenderly.
“We’ll figure it out — but only when you’re really ready, okay?” he asks seriously, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Okay,” you confirm with a big smile.
Doyoung
It’s your fourth date. The first three were spent at the movies, going for a walk, and visiting a museum followed by coffee. At the end of your second date, you had gathered your courage and kissed him for the first time. Since then, not a minute had gone by without the two of you texting, calling, or sending each other funny videos and pictures.
Tonight, however, he had invited you over to his place — the first time you’d ever been to his apartment. He cooked for you and had clearly put in a lot of effort. You hadn’t missed how his hand trembled slightly when he poured you some more wine or helped you take off your coat. By now, though, he had relaxed, and the two of you had been laughing, chatting about everything and nothing, and joking around.
It was getting late as you both started clearing the table and loading the dishwasher.
“You have surprisingly few plates,” you remarked as you peeked into one of his cabinets.
“I know. A lot of them didn’t survive,” he snorted in mock frustration while rinsing the frying pan.
You closed the cabinet door and watched him for a moment. He was standing with his back to you at the sink, and you observed the way his shoulders moved. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his muscles flexed now and then as he handled the heavy pan. He looked incredibly good, and you felt a sudden urge to touch him.
You walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He looked at you surprised, then smiled broadly.
“What was that for?”
“As a thank you—for the meal,” you replied with a smile of your own.
He set the pan down and dried his hands with a towel before turning to face you.
“Then I guess I should cook more often,” he said and took your hand.
“I can bring a plate each time, so eventually you’ll have enough,” you suggested, making him roll his eyes with a grin.
“If that means you’ll come over more often, I’m all for it,” he said softly, raising one corner of his mouth before gently placing a finger under your chin so you’d look at him.
You smiled faintly and leaned up to press your lips against his. He leaned in, placing his hands on your hips while yours cupped his face. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and you sighed quietly. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck while the other settled on your waist, pulling you closer.
You hesitantly pulled back and gave him a quick smile.
“M-Maybe we could sit on the couch? It’s more comfortable,” you suggested quietly.
He grinned and nodded before taking your hand and leading you to the couch. But you turned him around so you could sit down first, pulling him down with you. He looked at you intently before connecting your lips again and settling between your legs. You ran your fingers through his hair as he began kissing your neck, his hands exploring your body.
You closed your eyes, trying to relax, but when his hand moved between your legs and started sliding up your thigh, your body tensed up. You placed your hand over his.
“Everything okay?” he asked, lifting his head with concern.
You bit your lip and sighed.
“Sorry,” you murmured, frustrated by your own reaction.
“Did I do something wrong? Am I going too fast?”
“No, no, not at all,” you quickly said, brushing your hand along his cheek.
Still, he looked unsure, and you cleared your throat, straightening up a little so you could meet his gaze.
“I, um… I’ve just never done this before,” you admitted shyly.
“Sex?” he asked, surprised.
You nodded slowly, looking at him nervously.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, clearly surprised.
“It just never came up… is that bad?”
“Of course not,” he said quickly with a small smile, giving you a short kiss.
“But if I’d known, I don’t know… I probably would’ve approached things differently,” he admitted, a little awkward.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t even know why I just blurted it out,” you murmured quietly.
He gave you a soft smile and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’m glad you told me,” he said warmly. “And I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, ever. Promise.”
You laughed quietly and nodded.
“I know,” you said, and kissed him.
You looked at each other for a moment before you cleared your throat.
“I should probably go now.”
“Or… you could stay,” he suggested. “We could watch a movie, talk, I’ve even got coffee.”
You smiled widely and nodded.
“That sounds perfect.”
Jaehyun
Well, so much for the picnic,”
Jaehyun sighed after closing the car door, while the rain pounded heavily against the outside. You had planned a beautiful picnic by the lake, everything was perfectly prepared — but the weather had other plans. It had started off nicely: you managed to lay out the blanket and sit down, but just as you began eating, the sky darkened and the first shower came down. You barely made it back to the car with your things.
Your hair and clothes were soaked, and the car seats immediately absorbed the rainwater.
“Damn it,” Jaehyun muttered under his breath, staring out the window.
You pushed your wet hair back and shrugged.
“Oh well,” you said, laughing, and reached for the basket of food.
“Guess it’s going to be a car picnic instead,” you suggested, handing him a sandwich.
He looked skeptically at your hand for a moment before laughing and shrugging as well.
“Fine by me,” he chuckled and took the sandwich from you.
A little while later, you had your legs draped across his lap, and you had already eaten most of the food. Absentmindedly, his hand started to trace lazy patterns along your legs. His gaze rested on you, and when you looked up, your eyes met his. He gave you a wide smile.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have mayonnaise on my face?” you asked, starting to wipe your face frantically.
“Now that you mention it…” he said, pulling your legs further over his lap, bringing your upper body closer to him.
You startled a little but laughed as he looked at you proudly.
“What are you doing?”
“You really do have some mayonnaise,” he teased, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.
He paused, studying you for a second, before saying, “Hmm, nope, there’s still something left,” and kissed you again — this time fully on the lips, gently stroking your cheek. You kissed him back but then pulled away.
“Don’t do that,” you whined playfully, giving him a little shove in the side.
He laughed and tilted his head.
“What’s wrong? Does it make you nervous?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“No, but it ruins the mood,” you said, laughing but trying to stay serious.
He gasped in mock offense and frowned.
“Wow, how am I ruining the mood?”
“We were having such a nice picnic in the car,” you grinned.
“Exactly. It’s raining outside, we’ve got food, and I’m stuck in a small space with a beautiful woman,” he said dramatically.
“All that’s missing is some music and candles to make it properly romantic,” you added sarcastically.
He sat up a little straighter.
“I don’t have candles, but I do have music,” he said proudly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening Spotify.
He played a chill playlist and set the phone down on the driver’s seat. Then he relaxed back so that your legs rested fully across his lap, making it easy for him to lean over you.
“Just so you know, I think this is very romantic,” he informed you, bumping his nose against yours.
You smiled softly and traced his lips with your fingertips before kissing him tenderly. His hand slid up your thigh and you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes nervously. He smiled warmly at you, and for a moment, your nervousness faded — until he leaned down to nibble gently at your earlobe and trailed kisses along your neck.
“Jaehyun,” you breathed, threading a hand into his hair.
“Mhm?” he hummed against your skin, continuing his kisses.
“I’m still a virgin,” you confessed, feeling him freeze mid-movement.
He lifted his head and looked at you, surprised.
“Really?”
You nodded quickly, feeling nervous under his gaze. His silence made your heart race.
“We don’t have to continue, you know? We can stop,” he offered gently, stroking your stomach.
“But you want to keep going,” you said skeptically.
He let out a small laugh.
“Of course I’d love to keep going, but I would never force you into anything you’re not ready for,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You sat up and played with a strand of his hair.
“That’s not it. I do want to keep going… I just thought you should know,” you murmured shyly.
He looked at you in surprise.
“So you want to… you know.”
You giggled and nodded.
“Yes, Jaehyun. I want you to be my first.”
His cheeks flushed red, and he scratched the back of his neck.
“I, uh, feel honored.”
“Aww, am I making you nervous now?” you teased, quoting him from earlier and giving him a cheeky grin.
He rolled his eyes.
“I just want it to be special for you,” he pouted.
“I’m ready, okay? I trust you, and I’m 100% sure I want this,” you assured him, kissing his cheek.
“Are you really sure?” he asked one last time.
“Really sure,” you confirmed, smiling brightly.
He grinned widely and gently pushed you back down onto the seat, positioning himself over you.
Mark
You’re sitting next to each other on the couch. You’re watching a movie while Mark is on his phone. Over the course of a year, the two of you had become very close friends — you could talk about anything. Mark knew everything about your love life, and you knew everything about his.
He also knew that you had recently been dumped by your boyfriend and that he was the only guy you could currently stand to be around. It already helped just having him sitting next to you on the couch, even if he was just scrolling through his phone. You always enjoyed his presence, even during the quiet moments when you weren’t talking or goofing around.
You sat on your side of the couch, chewing on a pretzel stick, your eyes on the TV — though your mind kept wandering.
You hadn’t gotten very far physically with your ex; you never had sex, which would have been your first time. You had been excited because sex was something that sparked your curiosity, something you really wanted to experience. All the more angry you were when your ex ended up sleeping with a coworker.
Since then, a frustration had been building inside you, one you couldn’t even put into words.
You had reached a point where you just wanted to get it over with — for the experience. But not with just anyone. You wanted it to be someone you trusted, someone you liked, and who knew you well.
Your gaze stopped on your friend Mark, who was resting his head on one hand while scrolling through TikTok.
“Mark,” you said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
“Hm?” he replied, turning his head slightly but keeping his eyes on his screen.
“Would you sleep with me?” you asked boldly.
He glanced at you, let out a short laugh, and shook his head before turning back to his phone.
When you stayed silent and kept looking at him, he froze and furrowed his brow.
“Wait, what?” he asked, blinking in confusion.
“You think I’m attractive, right?” you pressed on.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw you checking out my boobs when I bent over,” you said casually.
“Okay, hey, I — uh — what is happening right now?” he stammered, finally putting his phone aside.
You sighed and turned off the TV.
“You know I’m still a virgin… and honestly, I’m so over it. I want to finally have sex, but I don’t feel like starting a whole new relationship just for that.”
“Then download Tinder or something,” he muttered.
“I want to do it with someone I trust. Someone who knows me and actually likes me. I’ve had so many bad experiences with guys that I don’t want to leave my first time up to chance,” you explained.
Mark stared at you for a moment before pulling a skeptical face.
“This is a test, right?”
“Mark,” you said, rolling your eyes in frustration.
“Do I need to show you my boobs to prove I’m serious? Because I’ll do it,” you threatened, tugging at your T-shirt.
“No!” he yelped, quickly pushing your shirt back down.
“I-I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. You want to have your first time with me? But you have other guy friends too.”
“I don’t trust any of them like I trust you. Plus, you’re cute,” you teased with a grin.
He blushed slightly and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“So… what do you say?” you tried again, nudging him gently in the side.
He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully and took a deep breath, glancing around.
“So what then… here and now? Or how do you imagine this?” he asked.
“I don’t know. You’re the more experienced one,” you shrugged.
He chuckled at your honesty and smiled briefly. Then he stood up and reached for your hand.
“Just because I’m more experienced doesn’t mean I’m good at it. But maybe we should at least move to the bedroom,” he suggested.
You smiled too, but then he looked at you seriously.
“I just need to know this is really what you want,” he said, squeezing your hand firmly.
“I want this. I really do,” you confirmed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
He looked surprised and froze for a second, then shook himself out of it and nodded.
“All right.”
Johnny
You barely made it into the hallway before Johnny slammed the door shut behind him and pressed you up against the wall. You kissed him feverishly, your hands running through his hair, while his clung tightly to your waist, tracing your skin and giving you playful squeezes.
You had met at Mark’s party, had a few too many drinks, and after an hour of intense conversation, decided to leave and get to know each other better.
“I have no idea where I’m going,” he mumbled against your lips with a grin, and you realized that you were at your place — he didn’t know the layout.
You giggled softly before grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind you.
In your bedroom, you started taking off your jacket, but he beat you to it, practically yanking it off.
You stumbled a little and laughed, but he quickly caught you, laughing along before taking off his blazer as well.
You let yourself fall backward onto the bed, and he followed without hesitation, pinning your hands above your head and pressing hot kisses against your neck.
You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to free your hands from his grip — but he was too strong.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he panted against your skin before kissing you deeply again.
You smiled briefly and arched your chest up so he could reach the zipper of your dress.
When he pulled the top half down, he sat back for a second, shaped his fingers like a camera, and said,
“Mental picture.”
“Shut up,” you laughed, pulling him back down toward you.
But he pulled away again, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. When you finally felt his skin against yours, heat flooded through your body, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He ground his hips against your pelvis, and you bit your lip to stifle a sound.
Satisfied, he grinned and let his hand rest against your neck, stroking your skin with his fingertips.
He kissed you once more and then looked at you, asking,
“Do you have condoms here?”
Your face fell at the question, and with growing horror, you realized you didn’t have any.
You were still a virgin and definitely hadn’t been prepared for tonight. You were on the pill, but you had only just started taking it about a week ago, and you weren’t even sure how reliable it was yet.
“Uh…” you began awkwardly, and he glanced down at himself.
“I’m clean, so if you’re on the pill—”
“I-I’ve only been on the pill for about a week,” you stammered, flustered.
He grew more alert, raising an eyebrow.
“But you’ve done this before, right?”
You searched for the right words, but your face already gave you away.
“Oh,” Johnny said, surprised, and moved away from you.
“So what? I’m still a virgin. Are you seriously going to tell me that’s a problem?” you snapped, frustrated by his reaction, feeling stupid.
Johnny knelt in front of you and ran his hand through his hair.
“I honestly can’t do this,” he admitted.
“Seriously? You do realize that it’s completely my choice when I want to lose my virginity, right? And it’s none of your business why I waited. But fine, if it makes you that uncomfortable or embarrassed that I’m still a virgin — whatever. Leave,” you said sharply, pulling your dress back up.
He sighed and tilted his head.
“It’s not embarrassing that you’re a virgin,” he explained calmly.
“But your first time shouldn’t be a one-night stand… and definitely not while drunk.”
“I’m not even drunk,” you protested, offended.
He gave you a gentle shove, and you wobbled slightly.
“Stop it,” you hissed at him but sank back into the pillows with a huff.
“Great,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head in annoyance.
Johnny chuckled softly and leaned over you again to kiss you gently.
“I think it’s cool that you’re still a virgin. But I’m not the right guy for your first time — not under these circumstances,” he explained.
You tried to hide your disappointment and shrugged.
“Fine. Are you going to call yourself a cab then?”
He stood up and started pulling his clothes back on.
As he saw you sitting there on the bed, he gave you a crooked smile and grabbed a pen from your desk.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
You hesitated but then reached out to him. He scribbled something down for a moment.
“That’s my number. If you’re sober and still think this is a good idea, call me,” he offered with a warm smile.
You looked down at the messy numbers on your hand and cleared your throat.
“I’m not promising anything.”
“I know,” he said with a wink before leaving your bedroom.
Jungwoo
This feels so good,” you sigh dreamily as you sit at the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water.
Jungwoo sits beside you, his legs also submerged, enjoying the calm and the coolness of the water.
The two of you had snuck into the outdoor pool after closing hours to cool off on such a hot day.
You watch your toes wiggle under the surface, then an idea strikes you. You pull your legs out of the water and stand up.
“What are you doing?” Jungwoo asks curiously.
“This isn’t enough for me,” you grin, pulling your T-shirt over your head.
He watches you with wide eyes as you strip down to just your bra and panties, hands resting on your hips.
“Are you coming in too?”
“What if we get caught? We won’t exactly be able to just run away,” he says, sounding thoughtful — though his attention is completely fixed on you.
You pause for a second, then shrug before reaching behind your back to undo your bra.
You toss it at him with a mischievous grin.
Jungwoo laughs briefly, clearly not believing what he’s seeing, as you step out of your panties and jump into the water.
When you resurface, you shoot him a challenging look, wiggling your eyebrows.
“Coming in?”
He watches you for a moment, then grins and slowly gets up, starting to strip off his clothes.
Just as he’s about to jump in, you call out to him.
“Didn’t you forget something?”
He glances down at himself and notices he’s still wearing his boxers.
“Equal rights for everyone,” you tease, splashing a little water in his direction.
Jungwoo blushes slightly, fingers hesitating at the waistband before he takes a deep breath and pulls them down as well.
You can’t help but sneak a glance, grinning triumphantly as he finally jumps into the water and swims over to you.
You feel his hands at your waist as he surfaces, running a hand through his wet hair.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he pulls you into his lap.
“If I end up naked in jail because of you, I swear I’m going to kill you,” he laughs softly before you kiss him, your fingers threading through his damp hair.
Jungwoo gently pushes you backward until your back meets the edge of the pool.
You gasp for air briefly before pulling him into another passionate kiss. His arms are locked around your legs, holding you tightly against him.
When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses along your neck, his fingers gliding over your skin.
You bite your lip and let out a soft moan, moving your hips against his, feeling him slowly harden.
“Jungwoo,” you breathe, your fingers trailing down his back.
He growls softly at the sensation of your nails and playfully bites your skin.
“Jungwoo,” you say again, more insistently this time.
The water ripples around you as you cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.
“I— I want this… I want you… but I’m still a virgin,” you confess.
He looks at you, surprised, but says nothing for a moment.
Instead, he gently strokes your thighs, his expression unsure.
“And you’re sure you want this? Here?” he asks, concerned.
You smile brightly and kiss him quickly.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I really, really want this,” you whisper.
“But wouldn’t it be nicer—” he begins, but you cut him off with another kiss.
“It’s perfect. Honestly. I couldn’t imagine a better moment — or anyone I’d rather experience this with,” you tell him softly.
He looks at you for another moment, then brushes a wet strand of hair from your face and kisses you deeply.
He lifts you slightly, pressing you even closer to him, and you gasp softly as he mutters a quiet curse under his breath
Yuta
The sun was slowly setting as you and Yuta settled on the rooftop with a few blankets, a bottle of wine, and some food to enjoy the view.
It had been your idea — Yuta had had a long, exhausting day, and you wanted him to relax. You knew how hard he worked and thought he deserved some peace and quiet at your place.
The sky was already glowing red as you rested your head against his shoulder, absentmindedly tracing your fingers along his arm.
“This is nice,” you sighed.
When you didn’t get a response, you turned your head toward him.
“Yuta?”
Still no answer.
When you carefully lifted your head, you discovered your boyfriend had fallen asleep.
You chuckled softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, which woke him up.
He frowned in confusion for a second, but the moment he opened his eyes and saw you, he smiled warmly.
“Should we go back inside? You should get some real sleep,” you suggested, starting to get up, but he pulled you back down against him.
“No, five more minutes,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your head to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.
He smelled incredible — that perfect, natural scent he always had without needing any cologne.
You inhaled deeply and kissed his collarbone softly.
“Oh, thanks,” he teased, grinning mischievously, and you pinched his arm.
“It’s unfair how good you smell naturally,” you mumbled against his shirt.
“Really? I think it’s pretty practical,” he said with a smug tone.
You rolled your eyes but kissed his collarbone again.
“How is that even possible? You come straight from training, eat greasy food, hang out with a bunch of guys, and you still smell heavenly,” you said in disbelief, sitting up slightly to look at him.
“It’s the testosterone. Drives women crazy,” he grinned cheekily.
“I hope you’re only talking about one woman,” you warned him playfully.
“Of course,” he laughed, kissing you sweetly.
You smiled into the kiss, then stood up briefly, making him look at you in confusion.
But you simply sat down in his lap, kissing him again — this time with more passion.
He seemed a little surprised but quickly pulled you tightly against him as you kissed along his neck, his hand slipping into your hair.
“What are you doing?” he asked quietly, his voice already a little rough.
“I can’t help it,” you whispered back, sliding your fingers under his shirt.
Goosebumps spread across his skin, and he closed his eyes briefly before leaning into you so your chest was pressed against his.
“You better control yourself. You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered with a crooked smile.
You returned his smile and raised an eyebrow.
“Good.”
He looked slightly startled, and you took his hands in yours, squeezing them tightly.
“There’s something you don’t know about me,” you admitted softly, making him look at you with concern.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed, his heartbeat speeding up.
“I’m a virgin,” you blurted out, feeling embarrassed.
He stared at you silently for a few seconds before leaning back a little to look you over.
“Really?”
You nodded, swallowing hard.
“Is… is that a problem for you?” you asked nervously.
He laughed and shook his head.
“To be honest…” he began, placing his hands firmly on your thighs.
You gasped in surprise at his strong grip, instinctively pressing your chest against him.
“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever told me,” he added with a mischievous waggle of his eyebrows.
“Really?” you asked, shocked.
“Absolutely. And if you’re really sure you want to do this… I’m definitely not going to say no.
But I need you to be sure,” he warned you, brushing your cheek gently.
You thought for a moment, looked around, and bit your lip.
“Let’s stay up here,” you said.
“Seriously?” he laughed.
You giggled, pulling your top over your head and tossing it at him.
“It’s supposed to be special, right?” you said with a wicked grin.
Haechan
The party had been over for about half an hour. It was four in the morning, and almost everyone was either passed out or had disappeared with their hookups.
Johnny had offered you his bed earlier, but once he met your friend, it was clear he’d be needing it himself.
So here you were, sitting on the couch with a glass of water in your hand, trying to counter your inevitable hangover while staring blankly ahead.
You weren’t exactly tired yet — just very drunk. Damn Johnny and his persuasive ways.
You heard a noise and looked up.
Haechan stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. When he saw you, he gave a small wave and a nod.
“Hey.”
“Hey, where did you come from?” you asked, surprised.
“I fell asleep on the balcony chair. Nearly froze my ass off,” he said, rubbing his arms.
“You know if there’s a free room where no one’s having sex?” he asked hopefully.
“I don’t think so,” you grinned.
He sighed and glanced at your phone.
“Can I borrow your phone? I’ll call a cab.”
You looked around briefly and shifted on the couch.
“You can just take the couch. It’s too late to call a cab anyway.”
“No way, it’d be rude to kick you off,” he shook his head.
“I meant we could share the couch. You think I’m gonna sleep on the floor?” you asked, feigning offense.
“Is that really okay?”
“Shut up and sit down,” you grumbled.
He plopped down beside you and ran a hand through his hair.
“Did I miss much?”
“Honestly, I didn’t even know you were here,” you admitted with a laugh.
He grinned and pinched your side.
“Where’s Johnny?”
“With my friend in his bed… you know,” you said, smirking.
“Oh,” he said, surprised, glancing down the hallway.
“Damn.”
“What?”
“I thought he’d be hooking up with you,” he said casually.
You frowned, confused.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, come on, I saw the way you were looking at him.”
“Oh god — we — no… just no. Johnny and I are good friends. That’s it. He’s really not my type,” you said quickly, scrunching up your nose.
Haechan scoffed, and although he reeked slightly of alcohol, he seemed more or less coherent.
“Can’t blame him though. Wish I hadn’t fallen asleep; maybe I’d be in a room right now too,” he sighed dramatically.
You rolled your eyes and patted his thigh.
“Poor guy,” you said sarcastically.
“Hey, you have no idea how rough it is,” he protested, biting his lip.
“I miss it — that physical closeness. There’s nothing better than feeling a woman’s warm body against yours, her soft skin under your hands while you explore her body, pressing her close, kissing her neck, feeling her melt under you, making her feel like she’s pure perfection. Even when you’re both sweating, bodies burning up… that feeling is indescribable,” he sighed.
Your breath caught in your throat.
Only now did you realize you hadn’t even blinked.
Haechan’s words echoed in your head, and your grip on your glass tightened.
The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing part of his chest, a few beads of sweat glistening on his skin.
You bit your lip, your breathing getting a little faster.
When Haechan waved his hand in front of your face, you snapped out of your trance.
“What?” you asked, startled.
“I said, are you okay?” he repeated, confused.
You stared at him for a while, took a sip of your water, and then set the glass on the coffee table.
You turned toward him, taking a deep breath.
“Haechan?”
“Hm ?”
“Do you want to have sex?”
“I mean, did you even listen to me? I can barely hold it together. I’m dying here,” he scoffed.
You mustered all your courage and cleared your throat.
“I mean with me. Do you want to have sex with me?”
“What?” he laughed, but when he saw the serious look on your face, his smile faded.
“You’re serious?”
“The thing is, um… I don’t have much experience,” you admitted, your voice raspy, swallowing hard, “but everything you said earlier… it really got to me. And you were right. I want that too.”
He looked you up and down, thinking for a moment.
“Or am I that awful?” you asked, hurt, glancing down at yourself.
“No,” he said quickly, scratching the back of his head.
“Quite the opposite… it’s just — I have to ask, since we’ve been drinking — are you really sure you want this?” he asked uncertainly.
You nodded, shrugging slightly.
“So, are you just all talk, or can you actually back it up?” you teased him with a smirk.
He scoffed and raised an eyebrow.
“You tell me,” he said, pulling you roughly into his lap.
I just let out a whimper
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jongseob moaned softly as you took him in your mouth, his free hand running through your hair gently. “fuuuck… that feels so good…” his breathing hitched as you started to move your head faster, his hips bucking up slightly against your face. “keep going… just like that… shiiit… sho, she’s so good at this…” the camera captured every detail from your lips stretched around his cock to the precum dripping from his tip to your hand pumping shota’s cock. the sounds of your combined moans filled the room, only increasing the arousal flowing between the three of you.
you continued to switch between sucking and jerking their cocks, with both boys moaning and clearly enjoying the view. “fuck yes, pretty… take sho’s cock deeper…” he zooms in, every detail of your tongue swirling around his length while obeying jongseob’s words, shota moaning loudly at you deepthroating him. “never knew you could be such a slut like this… taking two cocks at once…” jongseob’s hands roughly squeeze your tits, groping them which had you whimpering around shota.
jongseob then ran his fingers along shota’s chest, feeling him squirm under his touch. “look at that, so sensitive…” he chuckled, angling the camera to show shota’s flushed cheeks, the warmth spreading across his face visible, the camera picking up his hitched breaths. he then panned it back down to you, your eyes looking right up at the camera. “you’d both make pretty pornstars for sure…”
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p1harmony scenarios: doing it at the gym
content: ot6, fem reader x piwon, smut, MDNI, gym!sex, semi public sex/public sex, non!idol piwon, boxer!jiung, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), established and non established relationships, mirror sex, oral f and m receiving, somewhat pervy lolol !
⋆˚꩜。 an: this was single-handedly inspired by the first keeho picture so his section (and tak’s) might be a little longer (i must say they’re all kinda long tho i’m sorry i have absolutely no regrets, this was fun fun).
KEEHO ┊2.4k words (lmaoo)
you and keeho had been eyeing each other since last year, when you started going to your apartment building’s gym. you hadn’t seen him much around before since you had recently moved in, you only knew his name thanks to your doorman, who got along very well with you and told you he was single too, so running into him every week at the same spot was somewhat exciting. it was mostly always only the two of you aside from a few neighbours that would join once in a while, it was kinda small, so there weren’t too many machines either, you both were the only ones who stayed late too, if it wasn’t you who turned the lights off and left lastly, it was him, so you were used to each other’s company until late, but even so, conversation between you had always been very little, since you didn’t really talk to each other aside from “hi” and “bye”.
but the eyes said more than any words could.
since the moment you two saw each other enter the gym, your eyes would drift back to one another. casting glances at each other very discreetly, when the other was drinking water or through the mirror when the other was doing reps and not paying attention.
he always caught your attention, even more when he did bench presses, gifting your ears the constant noise of him grunting with each rep or when he did chest presses and would pant and squint his face as he did them. he wasn’t one of those annoying gym bros who forced it out, they were just natural noises, that you thoroughly enjoyed if you were being honest. most of the times you’d stare dumbingly at him and snap out of your trance when you noticed you were staring, trying not to seem like a perv.
keeho also enjoyed looking at you, losing it each time he entered the gym and saw you bent over doing leg curls, getting a straight up view of your tight ass in leggings that would hug it perfectly, he chastised himself for thirsting over you, trying his best not to stare like a pervert, but it was impossible. each time he saw you in one of those cute little matching sets with a tight sports bra he’d get a semi, as if he was a horny teenager all over again. and when you lowered yourself to lift dumbells and gifted him the sight of your breasts through the mirror he’d have to force himself to look somewhere else, nearly going crazy each time he casted a glance at your damp skin through the mirror.
it was tuesday, one of the days you worked out, and when you went up and got out of the elevator, he was already there. before you could enter, you catched a glimpse of keeho through the glass door, lifting his compression shirt up to clean the sweat from around his mouth, your eyes automatically went to his stomach, finding his toned abs and tan skin all damp with sweat.
he looked up and catched you staring through the mirror, eyebrows raising, as if he didn’t expect to see you there “oh hi” he said, looking over his shoulder, smirking at the instant heat that travelled to your cheeks, making you blush in embarrasement as you opened the door “hi” you answered shyly, making your way to the treadmill, leaving your bag and water bottle in a bench right next to it as he got back to doing his reps.
you searched through your bag looking for your headphones, that you literally brought to avoid distracting yourself with him and his noises, unsuccessfully, you hop on the treadmill, tightening your ponytail as you started, slowly picking up on the speed.
both of you were facing the mirror, him, lifting dumbells, as he listened to music, and you, running, trying your best not to look at him and the way his arms muscles flexed with every single rep, and the way the big ass vein going through his arm would pop as his plumped red sweaty arms would raise the dumbell, his big puffy lips damped with sweat would grow white as he bit tightly on it and his nose scrunched each time he’d raise his elbow, and the way his dick would show in his sweatpants- too lost in your own thoughts you trip over your shoe laces that somehow you didn’t realize were undone and fall with a loud thump on your butt outside the treadmill —thank god.
“shit” you hiss out in pain. he quickly comes to where you are “are you okay!?” he crunches down next to you “where does it hurt? don’t move too much”
“my wrists… and my butt, shit” you say absent-mindedly and he chuckles at your honest response, you look up at him “oh sorry” you chuckle back.
“wait i’ll bring you some ice” he makes his way to the back and comes back with a bag of ice from the mini freezer. “for your wrists” he says as he extends it in your direction.
“you’d think after three months of living here and coming to the gym every week i’d know better than to run on the treadmill with my laces undone but, i guess not” you say as you put the ice on your wrists.
he chuckles again and smiles “it happens, sometimes we’re just… a bit distracted” holding eye contact briefly, he looks away “what’s your name? i think i’ve seen you every week for a while now and have no idea”
“i’m y/n” you say and extend your hand in greeting, which he accepts and shakes it firmly “i moved here three months ago, in december”
“keeho, nice to meet you” he says “yeah i didn’t see you here before, which floor?”
“6th, apartment b” you say.
“oh, same as me” he sounds shocked, internally chastising himself for not seeing you around sooner “mine’s apartment c” he keeps holding eye contact.
“oh really?” you ask as if you didn’t know already. holding his piercing gaze, you break it trying to stand up. “wait let me help you” he says and places one of his hands in your lower back and then holds your waist for support.
managing to stand up, you end up very close to each other, his neck in front of your face, as he looked down at you, both of your breaths hitched, as if none of you dare to move or breathe in risk of breaking the moment. his chest raising up as trails of sweat dripped from his neck. still not letting go of your waist.
“how come you never seen me around before?” you ask lowly, playing it cool, swallowing hard. your lips catching his attention as you speak. one of his hands trails up slowly to your chin, lifting it up. his thumb tracing your cheek, giving you goosebumps. you stay still as he looks at your lips, your chest and back into your eyes before speaking.
“i have” he admits, “every day since you started coming to the gym” you lift your eyebrows in surprise at his sudden confession, since you always thought the pining was was just one sided. his thumb graces your lower lip and pushes it down briefly, watching the motion of it as it raises up and then looks into your eyes again, “it’s impossible not to… when you look this good” his left hand -that was still holding your waist- presses into your skin, earning out a low groan from you.
you take that as an opening and lower your gaze to his sweatpants, his semi already poking through them, you look back at him innocently as he watches you carefully with heated eyes, assessing each one of your movements, you find the waistband of his boxers that peered from his sweats and start toying with it, snapping the fabric back to his lower abdomen and tracing his skin with your nails. he throws his head back and swallows, gifting you another one of his grunts.
“that drives me crazy y’know?” you say, getting close to the hem of his earlobe, every single hair of his goes rigid with goosebumps at your proximity, “what?” he asks as his hands find your lower back again, pressing you more into him. you lower your hand down to his crotch and palm his dick through his sweatpants, automatically gaining a loud grunt from him, “that” you say. he finds your eyes quickly, surprised at your bold move. “those stupid little grunts you let out distract me”
“this, distracts me” he says and squeezes your butt harshly with both hands, making you fall against his chest, earning out a loud whimper from your lips “fuck it” he says and swiftly picks you up, locking your legs around his waist, crashing his lips onto yours, placing you down on a mat on the floor, grinding his crotch into you over your clothed pussy, “shitt” you moan in between kisses, your hands pulling at his hair.
he wastes no time and starts fiddling with the waistband of your tight legging shorts, pushing them down at once, leaving you bare “shit, no panties?” he asks looking down at you, panting for air as he lets go of your lips, you simply lift your shoulders innocently, bringing his face back to yours to kiss him desperately again, “you dirty girl” he says, out of breath. his hand dips down to gather your already leaking arousal and he starts playing with your pussy, pressing his finger to your entrance and massaging your clit, making you gasp. he presses one finger in, and adds another one, curling it with expertise inside you, pressing it just right, while still paying attention to your clit, he pulls away from your lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your breasts to your lower abdomen, and finds your pussy with his mouth, licking and pressing your clit with his tongue while pushing his fingers inside you, turning you into a moaning mess as you push his head further into you, him drunkenly smiling against your pussy, as he licks you all over, drenching himself in your arousal.
the familiar knot in your stomach grows tighter and you start drifting to the edge, just about to come. his pace falters and stops just before your release, leaving you panting for more “not so fast pretty” he cleans the side of his mouth and licks his own fingers clean of you. “i’m still not done with you” he gets closer again and captures your lips as he rubs himself all over your dripping entrance.
“take off your clothes, i’ve been dying to see you” you mutter out desperately at his still very much clothed state. he groans in your lips in response.
“it seems you got a pretty nice view today didn’t you?” he teases.
“that wasn’t nearly enough” you say and reach for the hem of his shirt, forcing him to take it off, as to which he delightfully complies. you get a good look at him as he finishes taking it off, nearly drooling at the sight of his toned chest and abs, “gosh you’re even more ripped than i imagined” he laughs at you having no filter, and you pull him back to your lips, your hands wasting no time in feeling his chest all over, toying with the waistband of his sweats and boxers, “as much as i’m loving having you like this” you pant for air, grabbing his erection “i want your dick inside me, you still owe me an orgasm” you could swear his eyes grow more heated at your bold request and he hungrily kisses you one last time before he separates himself to lower his sweats and boxers at once. you rest your weight on your elbows, admiring the gorgeous man in front of you.
fuck he was big big, angry red tip already leaking, with a big plumped vein going straight through the middle of it, he gives it a few strokes and your hand reaches for it, his head falling back at your touch. “next time we do this…” you start, making him look at you as you keep stroking his cock “i’m sucking it dry” you say and he nearly dies at your comment “right now i need you inside me too much”
“so needy” his hands grab your thighs and pushes them to your chest, allowing him a better view of your cunt “so pretty too, all wet and begging for my cock, if i knew you wanted me this much…” he lines himself over your entrance and trails his cock all over your folds making you whimper “i would’ve fucked you months ago” —shit, he hisses as you scratch his thighs with your nails. and starts pushing himself in.
the angle allowing him a swift entrance, you tilt your head and arch your back, as he continues to push in and bottoms out, breathlessly. “too good, pussy too good” he pants, gripping your thighs harder, leaving a kiss on both sides as he starts to ram into you shamelessly.
“shit, i feel so full” you gasp, as his pace falters and slams into you harder, “keeho! fuck!” you moan out his name.
“that’s it let the whole building know who’s fucking you like this” his fingers dig into your thighs and you can only moan and hiss at the pleasure. “doing so good for me”
“shit shit shit” you bite your lips desperately trying not to scream like crazy, overwhelmed by his pace and his big dick slamming into you. he notices you’re about to cum and he licks his fingers before placing them on your clit, drawing fast paced circles on it. “oh my god” you say.
“let go, come for me” he commands and you do as he says, “ahh- keeho, fuck” you moan out, breathless, chest going up and down fast. he comes right after you, pulling out just in time, pained groan leaving his throat as he steadies his breathing.
he looks up and finds your lips again, smiling drunkenly before giving you a sloppy kiss. throwing himself next to you on the mat. “you’re crazy, you know that?” you break the silence and he chuckles. “and you’re freaky as hell, whole time i thought i was the pervert for ogling at you these past three months”
“trust me, it was mutual” you say and then roll on top of his chest kissing his big puffy lips again. “c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up” he says and grips your butt one last time before locking your legs on his hips, taking you to the bathroom.
THEO ┊1k words
away on vacation, you insisted on going to the gym to workout, not wanting to get used to not doing anything for two weeks, but of course, your boyfriend had absolutely no intention other than most definitely slacking off for the next two weeks. so when you asked him to go to the gym with you he had absolutely refused.
“babe there’s no way i’m gonna run on a a treadmill during my vacation, you’re insane” he said slumping back on the suite’s couch.
that’s when an idea came to mind. “i know!” you said overly enthusiastic about it, causing him to jerk back in surprise due to your excitement “how are you so excited about going to the gym” he said laughing to himself “ahh seriously, i don’t underst-“
you got close to him and sat on his lap, putting a hand on his mouth to shut him up. “you can go to the sauna!” you proposed, his eyebrows raised, not looking too disgusted at the idea. “that way you can keep me company somehow and i’ll go and join you after i’m done with my reps”
he pushed your hand out of his mouth to talk, giving you one of his signature bratty looks “that doesn’t sound too bad, i actually like saunas, i’m in”
the next day, after walking around the city, you dragged theo to the gym so you could get your nightly workout in for once. you signaled for where the sauna room was and he gave you a kiss on the cheek “have fun, you little weirdo” he said squeezing your waist before letting go of you “come find me later, yeah?”
“i will!” you happily answered. you loved having him close at all times, being clingy like that was your favorite thing, especially when he was so busy all year. you honestly didn’t care about working out alone, but you just wanted to be close to him at all times, squeezing every second out of your vacation together to be with him, even if it's just a room away.
after you’re done, there’s not that many people left in the gym, you grab a towel and go to the bathroom for a quick shower before hitting the sauna.
you opened the door and find theo resting his head against one of the steps behind him, towel wrapped around his waist, full upper -glistening with sweat- body out.
he hears you close the door and raises his head at you “baby” he coos, smiling softly at your entrance, adjusting his sight on you, he seemed tired, sleepy eyes, and red cheeks from the heat, —he looked edible when sleepy.
“did i keep you waiting too long?” you ask slowly approaching him, settling in front of him between his legs, as he kneads your thighs softly.
he shakes his head “come here” he says and makes you settle on his lap, straightening his back to kiss your exposed neck and chest. massaging your thighs, one hand slowly trailing up to find your unclothed pussy.
“taeyang” you say tangling your fingers through his hair, pushing his face back “we can’t, somebody can come in at any moment”
that only makes him smile, your warning only adding fuel to his heated eyes, turning him on even more “then we better make it fast” he doesn’t waste any more time and undoes the knot of the towel you were wearing to cover yourself. automatically drifting into your breasts, kissing your nipples and massaging them as you thread your fingers through his hair, closing your eyes shut due to the overwhelming pleasure.
he finds your pussy with his fingers, already leaking with your arousal, “so wet for me” he says in between kisses, stimulating your clit as he continues kissing you. you move back a little to be able to discard his towel covering his crotch and find his dick painfully erect, which makes you chuckle. you lower your face to his temple to kiss him as you grab his dick and drag it up and down your slit, coating it with your arousal making the both of you whimper out in surprise at the warm feeling, theo bucks his hips up, desperately looking for some friction.
he rests his arms on the step behind him and sits back, adjusting himself to get a better look, his tone of voice almost daring when he commands—“ride me”
with that, you grab his dick, giving it a few strokes as you watch his chest react to your touch, and lower yourself down on him at once, making him hiss at the way your walls were hugging him “you wanted to make it quick didn’t you?” you tease back, resting both of your hands on his knees, you lean your head back, giving him a better view of your breasts and torso, as you move with him, alternating the motion of your hips forward and backward, and in circles, chasing your high. He doesn't touch you, he just watches your movements as his chest rises and falls rapidly with his ragged breathing, biting his lip to try and muffle his sounds, just like you.
you turn to look at him, all fucked out, squinting his eyes and biting his lip, red cheeks, sweat dripping all over his chest and abdomen, you hang onto his shoulders for better support, and he kisses both of your wrists, caressing your forearm slowly. “look so pretty like this” he says and trails his hands to your waist as he notices your movements starting to falter, “you ride me so well princess” he then bucks his hips up into you, taking the lead, you lean into him and hide your face on the crook of his neck, leaving wet kisses and biting his skin trying to muffle the noises wanting to leave your mouth due to him bucking into you.
“i’m close” you mutter out, finding his eyes. he places a hand on your cheek and kisses you gently “cum with me” he whispers in front of your lips as he slams back in one last time, reaching both of your highs, biting your lip as hard as possible to muffle your sounds “shit, ahh” he says, and leans into a deep slow kiss, “i love you, you freak” you say, making him laugh.
JIUNG ┊boxer jiung ooh yeah (0.9k words)
jiung was supposed to be back from training one hour ago and he wasn’t answering calls or messages. you were starting to get a little worried so you decided to go to the gym to see if he was still there or if anything had happened.
once you arrive, lights are out as if there was nobody there, but you find the back door still open.
“jiung?” you ask as you enter past the training room and open the door to where the ring was at, your boyfriend’s favorite place these days.
there was no sight of him around the ring, but you saw lights coming from near the locker rooms. and as you enter, you see his bag on the floor at the side of the benches. “jiung, are you there?”
“babe?” you hear as he appears from the showers, gifting you a confused coy smile, “what are you doing here?” he reaches for your waist and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
“it’s 11:30pm ji” you say and he raises his brows in surprise about how late it was, “you were supposed to be home an hour ago, and you weren’t answering” you say as you lift and shake your phone to let him know you’d been calling him. “i was worried”
“shit, i’m so sorry, there’s no excuse i should’ve checked my phone” he apologizes and goes in for a hug.
“it’s okay i’m not mad, i was just worried” you say, massaging his exposed back. getting a better look at him, you get to see a big bruise on the side of his ribs, you trace it with your fingers and he hisses a little uncomfortably, “big bruise, that one’s new”
“yeah, i took a pretty good beating on today’s training” he says and gives you downturned smile, clearly disappointed at his performance for the day “that’s actually why i stayed late today” he continues as he drops himself on the nearest bench, you follow. “i sucked today, i took every blow, and i wasn’t able to coordinate my hands with my head, i don’t know what the hell happened” elbows on his knees, he drops his head on his palms, sighing “i was just about to shower, i’m just so stressed and disappointed at myself, i stayed late to continue practicing”, “i didn’t realize how late it was”
you knead your hand through his hair, easing him out. “it’s okay... we all have one of those days, don’t be too hard on yourself”
"that's the thing, i don't get to have one of those days anymore, not at this stage when there's only two weeks left for the competition" he sighs, rubbing his face as he rests his head back on the wall, caressing your leg softly. "i'm just so stressed"
"i know what might make you feel better" you say, barely whispering, getting his attention, he raises his brow at you and says "yeah?-" you nod, wetting your lips "-show me"
you start palmimg him through his shorts and he grunts at your touch, clearly very sensitive. he gets hard, quickly. you pull his shorts and boxers down at once, and you spit on your hand before touching his cock, he whimpers when you do, “shit, baby”
tongue out, you welcome him in your mouth as you keep stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth with both hands, watching him squirm in pleasure underneath your touch. “shit, i’m so pent up i might not last- ahhh- too long”
he extends his hands and grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your movements up and down his cock just the way he liked it. tears daring to fall out from your eyes as you look at him as he continues to push your head onto him, he lets go once you’re on the verge of choking, just in time. you smile wickedly, loving the way he claimed your mouth as his and moved you just how he liked it.
you take the moment to cup his balls, making him grunt in surprise, “fuck-“, you give more attention to the tip, where you knew he was very sensitive, drifting him towards the edge of his climax, “i’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” he asks, hissing.
you don’t use words to reply, just find a way to lower your head even more against him, gagging all over it, forcing him to let go inside of your mouth, as he breathes heavily, “shit, fuck” he moans, fixing your hair out of your face as he struggles to gain composure again, watching you swallow all of his cum, licking your lips dry, with a drunken smile on your lips. “you’re too good, too good”
“feel better yet?” you ask playfully and he winces, overcoming his high, drunkenly smiling, all fucked out “very much”
INTAK ┊personal trainer!tak (2.1k words lolol)
intak was the owner of the gym you went to, he was always at the front desk or sometimes subbing in as a personal trainer, which is what he started as. it was what he enjoyed the most so whenever he had the time he would assist anyone who needed it for free, and sometimes do his workouts too when the gym was less busy.
you had a painful crush on him since the very moment you started going to his gym, always greeting him at the entrance with a polite but flirty smile –you didn’t hide it, you liked him and weren’t embarrassed about it. he would always return the same treatment with warn smiles and kind eyes, but he also played along to your game, both of you always keeping a respectful distance, limiting the flirting to looks and checking each other out in silence.
the first time he spotted you, you were doing leg presses, and were struggling to push the press back up since you may have gone a little overboard with the weight.
“shit” you puffed out air, squinting your eyes as you tried your best to push it back up with your feet but you were too tired to do it, thankfully he got there on time “woahh, easy” he said, catching the press and pulling it up, locking it in place. you sighed with relief as you weren’t fighting the weight anymore “you good?” he asked, checking on you and that’s when you realized who it was.
“yeah” your ragged breathing preventing you from speaking as he watched you closely, “i’m good, thank you”
“go easy on the weights here, it’s more difficult than the hip thrusts” he said as he laid a hand on your shoulder, his stupid muscly arm right in front of your face. you nodded at him and he gave you a wink before getting back to what he was doing “just call me… if you need uh- assistance”
each week that passed, you’d grow more comfortable around him, as he came in and instructed you or corrected your form from time to time, or sometimes you even worked out next to each other, late at night. casting glances at each other through the mirror, and looking away the moment the other realized. your attraction was evident, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from checking him out, his muscles, his grunts, the way he’d help everyone around with a warm smile and greeted you each day more confidently “hey” he’d say as you entered the gym, tracing your movements as you walked past the entrance in one of those little matching sets that fitted every curve of your body perfectly and drove him crazy, “hey intak”.
one day, you were trying to do band-assisted pulls up at the bar, but you were struggling to set up the band and climb onto it, and of course, as he was watching you, he came over to help.
“need help with that?” he asked, clearing his throat. you moved your headphones out of your ears and smile at him, “you know i think i do, i just can’t get my foot right on the band”
“here, let me help you” he said as he placed himself behind you, looking at you through the mirror “can i?” he said signaling to your waist before touching you “yeah yeah” you said, and he grabbed them, a shiver going through your spine as he touched you “jump” he commanded and you followed. he helped you hold onto the bar and moved in front of you to grab the band, and stretched it until it was under your foot. looking into your eyes, he asked “feels good, steady?” you heart skipped a beat right there, swallowing hard before snapping back into attention rather than your own dirty thoughts, you nodded at him, faster than you wanted trying to seem as normal as possible due to his close proximity.
he went behind you again and signaled for you to start moving, “that’s right, keep your core tight” he pressed one of his hands on your abs and you tightened your core under his touch as a reflex “good, now go slow, up” he said, standing way too close you could feel him breathing behind you, as he looked and palmed your exposed back, “and down” you turned to look at him, cheeks flushed, as he held your waist tightly to prevent you from swinging on the bar.
“do you always stand this close with all your clients?” you teased, holding eye contact.
he smirked, tongue tracing his cheek from the inside, looking sideways as he thought about what to say. he looked back at you and wetted his lips, and you took the chance to trace them quickly with your eyes, puffy round red lips which you wished you could bite and kiss stupid.
he gifted you a cocky smile, sarcastically chuckling at himself due to your comment “i’m not moving until you finish your reps, go” he instructed and you followed. he moved closer to your ear and whispered, “besides, this is strictly professional”
that night you went home and took matters into your own hands with your favorite vibrator, too pent up to think straight, relieving yourself, thinking of intak the whole time.
later that week, it was late at night, and since you had gotten off work later due to an extended meeting, you went to the gym later than usual.
you didn’t see him at the front desk when you entered, a little disappointed at that, you still went to the machines to start working out. it was leg and glutes day, your favorite exercises by far. the gym was kind of empty, only a few people finishing up their routines and some leaving the locker rooms with their bags in hand.
after warming up, you saw him come in the machine room, smiling at you once he saw you “oh, you came” he said “i thought you were going to bail today”
and miss the chance to see you? you thought to yourself. “never” you simply replied, as he settled right next to you to start lifting.
looking at the machine before you, you took your chance “hey” you said catching his attention, “can you spot me?” you asked innocently.
“yeah of course” he said, no doubt on his tone.
he helped you put the plates on the bar and settled behind you, you stepped back -a little too close- but he didn’t move, not faced by your proximity, but you were looking to change that.
“i’ve got you, don’t rush” he says as you start. you could feel how close he was, his crotch almost brushing up against your ass as he paid close attention to your squat. before moving back up, you took a little longer than necessary to get back up, slightly leaning back against him, he clears his throat as he feels you almost brushing up against his front “shit sorry, am i too close?” you ask, pouting, playing innocent.
“you’re good. again-” he instructs, not laughing, placing his hands near your hips, “you’re sure you’re ready for that?” you ask, sinking lower against him, boldly teasing him now.
“stop playing around” he says, much more serious than before, but still not backing down, he guides your movements back up and you groan, sighing as you lift yourself back up. causing him to adjust himself in his pants when you weren’t looking.
“again, straight down, keep your chest up” he commands, and you do as he says, sinking back on him completely rubbing your ass against him. “you’re testing me, y/n” he gives you a pointed look through the mirror.
“yeah, i am, are you gonna do something about it?” you dare him and he snaps, pulling the bar up from your shoulders and settling it on the floor. turning yourself against him, flushing you close against his chest. wasting no time in devouring your mouth, pushing your back against the nearest mirror, kissing you like he’d been holding back for far too long, urgent, breathless. “tell me, intak-“ you start in between kisses, out of breath as he stops to look at you, foreheads against each other “is this also strictly professional?” you say and extend your hand to palm his very hard cock through his sweats, with a devilish look on your face.
“turn around” he commands “i’m done with you testing my patience” he flips you around and you hold on to the bar on the mirror, as he bends you over, kissing your bare back your tiny sports bra barely even covered, as his hands roam around your whole body, making you rub your ass against his front “you’re going to take it, right here” he gives your ass a hard smack that has you whimpering “-like the slut you are”
he pushes your shorts down and finds your wet mess of a cunt, “you’re dripping for me, teasing me has you like this huh?” he says, giving you another hard smack, making your face flush in front of the mirror. he moves your panties to the side and enters you with one of his fingers, curling it inside you, before adding a second one, toying with you and the lewd noises coming from your mouth “this is what you wanted huh?” his other hand finds your clit and he starts circling it, making you moan his name out loud “intak!”
he pushes his sweats and boxers down, and starts stroking himself with his arousal coated hand, placing himself in front of your entrance, you squirm as you feel him go up and down your slit, you turn around your shoulder to look at him “wait” you say, and he stops, looking into your eyes. “let me see you” you nod at his shirt and he takes it off immediately and you smile, gifting you the sight of his toned abdomen and chest, he grabs your chin and pulls you up, back to his chest, kissing you stupid, your hand reaches for his cock and he lets you touch him, as he keeps your waist steady with his left hand, grunting into your mouth as he kissed you.
“you’re too big” you say, getting a better look at him and he smirks, “fuck me now please” he groans at you and desperately kisses your neck and back, leaving a trail of wet stamps on your skin, biting it making you squirm and moan in pleasure. “you dirty slut, you will take every inch” he says, positioning himself in front of you.
you hold onto the bar, and feel him enter your cunt, the stretch being too much you squint your eyes shut, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as he sinks in “i know baby, i know” he says, as he rubs your back softly, “you’re gripping me so hard” he bottoms out and you hiss, “you’re good?”
“yes intak, just fuck me-“ you gulp, “hard” he almost goes crazy at that and automatically starts pounding into you, setting a pace that had you reaching the stars already. each of you moaning your names and grunting in unison.
he grabs a handful of your hair and brings your back to him, making you look at yourselves in the mirror before you, the sight of him taking and claiming you from behind only making you whimper and moan out even more, walls pulsing around his dick, squeezing him more each time he slammed his hips into you, “you like that don’t you? you like watching me take what’s mine?” he says, slowing down but pounding into you so hard your shoulders fall in front of the mirror, holding onto the bar for dear life “intak- fuuck, ahh- i’m close”
“come for me, come around me” he gets close to the crook of your neck, breathing heavily and bites down on your shoulder “take mine, like the slut you are” his hips pound into you one more time and you both let go, moaning out each others names, catching your breaths, head falling against his chest. he grabs your hips harshly, getting over his high as his chests comes up and down fast.
he pulls out, his cum dripping out of you. you turn around and kiss him softly, he responds instantly, pressing you against him, as he leaves soft kisses all over your cheek and neck “i’ve been wanting to do this-“ he says and finds your lips, “ever since i saw you for the first time” his hands trail back to your ass and he squeezes it, making you laugh.
“me too” you say “in a strictly professional way of course” causing you both to burst out laughing complicitly.
“don’t ever tease me like that again or next time i will fuck you in front of the whole gym” he smacks your ass again and you groan against his lips.
SOUL┊kinda pervy fyi (0.6 words sorryㅠ)
you loved going to the gym with your boyfriend, he’d always help you out with the machines, count your reps for you and make sure you were drinking water. but as a dancer himself, he always remarked the importance of stretching before and after your workouts, you were always too tired to do it and wanted to just skip over your final stretches but he always insisted on doing them.
quite honestly, he mostly enjoyed watching your body shake while holding the stretches and the way your body looked like in the different poses you both always did, he felt like a pervert, but he loved it.
the way your body would relax under his touch while pressing onto your legs to keep them straight, and the little sounds you’d let out each time he’d add pressure to certain parts drove him crazy. he knew other people in the gym were looking too, and that turned him on even more.
that’s how you both found yourself locked in the nearest supply closet of the gym, tearing each other’s clothes off. he could only take so much, his erection strained against his shorts, almost painfully. and you were so pent up you could only find relief under your boyfriend’s touch.
he backed you up against a wall and lowered himself in front of you, tearing down your tight leggings down your legs, he felt your pussy over your pantie’s fabric, completely wet, making you moan his name “shota, fuck”
“shh babe, we don’t wanna get caught” he said and settled on of your legs over his shoulder. having easy access to your dripping cunt. he shoved one finger inside and started circling your clit, watching you squirm and bite your lips trying to muffle your sounds as best as you could.
he closed the distance between him and your pussy and started licking your clit, teasingly. watching how your body reacted, while shoving a second finger into you, pressing them in and out with a steady pace.
he pulled his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, devilish eyes looking at you from down under, that only made you grow wetter. he wasted no time and started eating you out, tongue pressing into your hole while his thumb graced your clit. curling his tongue into you, and licking you clean of your juices all over your slit, paying close attention to your bud, making you moan desperately “i’m close- shit”
“come for me baby, make a mess on my face” he said, and hunched down again, pressing the tip of his nose against you as he licked you up and down, flattening his tongue against your folds. he added pressure with his two fingers again and you snapped, biting your lip so hard it drew blood, chest raving up and down as you gasp for air. he groans in front of your pussy “fuck-“ he says and looks up, admiring the sight of you completely dripping for him, drenched in sweat.
he rests your leg down and kisses you, roaming your hands all over each other, you massage his cock and notice a wet patch on his shorts “did you?-“ you ask, and he nods, smiling devilishly against your lips searching for another kiss “i love you” he says.
JONGSEOB┊1k words
“pleeeease seobi, join one of the classes with me” you insisted, pulling him by the arm.
he laughs and melts into your touch, he hugs you, trapping you in his arms, you rest your chin on his chest and look up at him, eyes pleading “i promise it’s fine, it’s not that hard and some guys go too”
“do they?” he asks, squinting his brow. “well, so i’ve heard…” he finds you cute and kisses your cheek “i just don’t wanna go alone at first, last time i was so shy i didn’t even dare to ask if i was doing the exercises right” he kisses you again and complies, rubbing your back “alright alright, i’ll go tomorrow”
you had started going to pilates classes, and you were really excited for it, since you’d seen how many benefits it had, but the group of people in the class was too big and you were an extreme introvert, so the first two classes had been very intimidating for you, which is why you were insisting your boyfriend to go with you.
the day of the class, you arrived first and went to your favorite reformer at the back, jongseob followed closely behind you. he already knew this was gonna be a long class, the minute he saw you come out of your room with a pink pilates lounge set that hugged your curves and ass perfectly, he almost drooled at the sight. you placed your bags next to your reformers and he squeezed your butt discreetly, giving you a kiss on the cheek, just unable to keep his hands off you.
“hey, control it” you warned, and he backed off lifting his hands on the air defeatedly “whatever you say princess”
the class went smoothly, him asking a few questions for you or calling the teacher over to come and help you better your form. he watched you closely, losing count of his own reps as he tried to follow the exercises too, getting distracted by the way your legs moved, slowly, and the way you huffed out air after ending an exercise and switching positions. your flushed cheeks and the way you squinted your nose hitting every spot right. he couldn’t wait for it to be over to have your way with you, unable to look anywhere else, he’d just copied everything off of you.
“you’re doing good?” you asked at some point of the class, looking over at his direction, his cheeks were flushed too and his chest a little agitated, partly because of the no joke exercise you had been doing on the reformers and partly because of the sight of you, stretching out in front of him after class had ended, perky butt catching his attention. he nodded rapidly “more than fine” he said puckering his lips.
after everyone left the room, door closed, he brought you close to him and kissed you on the spot, surprising you, you pull back and search for his eyes “what?”
“lay down” he said, signaling towards the reformer closer to the wall which he had been using.
“jongseob, we can’t, what if they see?” you ask slowing him down.
“don’t tell me you really care” he said, kissing you, lowering your back on the tiny reformer’s bed. trailing down kisses from your lips to your lower stomach “be quick” you command, and he chuckles.
“this little pink set” he says and stretches out the waistband of your leggings, snapping back on your skin, making you squirm. “it drove me crazy you know that?” he pulls it down around your knees and notices you’re not wearing any panties “oh fuck me” he looks at you and you’re holding back a laugh, covering your mouth “you knew exactly what you were doing” you nod and his eyes lit up with heat.
as if turning a switch on, he flips you around, knees on the floor, chest against the reformer, ass up for him, “i promise i’ll be quick” he licks his fingers and spreads it around your entrance, gathering your arousal with his fingers, making you bite your lips trying not to moan out in pleasure due to his intrusive touch. “but once we get home, you’re getting punished” he warned.
letting his dick free, already hard and leaking with precum, he shoves it all in at once, no prep. you hiss due to the stretch and he throws his head back, trying not to moan either. he starts fucking you, hard and fast, you can’t help but squirm and cry out, “shhh someone may notice” you nod against your arms and hide your face, biting your lips. he’s all grunts and groans behind you, squeezing his hands on your waist, for sure leaving marks.
his pace falters and when he hears someone talking very closely to the room, it only adds fuel to the fire, he goes harder, and one of his hands finds your clit, making you gasp due to the overwhelming sensation. “babe i’m gonna-“ you warn him.
“cum all over my dick princess, do it, make a mess and let everyone know how much of a dirty girl you are”
you finally let go, gasping and groaning when reaching your climax, your chest sinking down onto the reformer defeatedly. he comes right after, one more snap of his hips and he’s gone. his cum dripping out of you as he pulls out quickly, pulling your leggings and his pants in place as the talking outside the door grows louder, sensing they’re coming into the room.
you quickly separate, tiding yourselves as much as possible, just in time as two of the instructors come inside the room, they greet you warmly and jongseob pretends to search something through his bag, —a towel.
he extends it to you and you chuckle “let’s get out of here” he says, winking.
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p1harmony reactions: getting caught by another member during sex (ot6)
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content: piwon x fem reader, smut, slight voyeurism i guess, overstimulation, established relationships, deepthroating, mirror sex, semi-public sex, mdni !
KEEHO ┊
bent over against his bed, ass up, he was slamming into you from behind. “fuck keeho-“ you hiss stretching your hands back trying to grab his arm, you turn your head against the pillow to look back at him and he looked unbelievably hot, sweat dripping from his forehead, muffled hair, red cheeks, and his big lips all puffy from kissing each other senseless.
“what? i’m not gonna stop, you feel too good” he slams harder into you and the headboard creaks even louder against the wall.
“no- shit” you try to speak between whimpers but the overwhelming sensation was fogging up your head “we’re making too much noise, they’re gonna notice” his only response was thrusting into you even harder, his backshots went crazy, it being his favorite position, he couldn’t care less about making too much noise, the more he got to hear your cries —the better.
too lost in the feeling, the both of you miss the sound of two knocks and the door creaking open.
“hyung can you help me with someth-“ soul starts, but he instantly freezes at the sight of both of you, dropping the lego figurine from his hands, the sound catching your attention, you perk your head up in the direction of the door, making eye contact with soul. after all the years you and keeho had been dating, you became like a big sister to him, so he looked mortified.
keeho notices your attention is on something else and looks over at where your staring “SHIT! soul get out, get out, get out!!” pulling out and throwing the covers over you, he yells back at the younger boy trying to cover himself up with his hands, soul quickly snaps out, leaving the room in an instant.
“sorry!” he says between giggles from the other side of the room. clearly finding it amusing.
keeho grunts defeatedly, falling over the bed, he bangs his head against it. “how am I gonna live this down? that’s my child” he muffles, still covering his face with the pillow, but you can only laugh in response. they were never going to stop teasing him about this now.
“you’re laughing?” he looks up at you and pulls your arm so you’re closer to him “get up and lock the door, we’re not done yet, and they’re sure as shit not barging in anymore”
THEO ┊
this man wouldn’t give two fucks. the dorm was packed with all of the members, and you just had finished eating dinner when the both of you excused yourselves to go to sleep, but after laying down and kissing, things got heated. it was almost impossible not to, this man was a freak and would rub all up against your ass on purpose while cuddling. “stop that” you say trying to shove him off “the boys are right outside they’ll hear everything”
taeyang gets close to your ear and flips you over, making your pretty face look at him while he rolls on top of you “let them, i don’t care”. no point in arguing or pretending you didn’t want to do it anyways. that’s how you end up muffling your moans against your forearms while your boyfriend slams inside of you.
he’s way too focused on the way you feel and how your pussy tightens around him with each thrust, your face scrunching when he does it, trying to keep quiet. he doesn’t hear the door creaking open “you feel so good like this” he grunts.
“hyung did you find my-“ intak stops in his tracks out of pure shock and you gasp quickly trying to cover your chest with a pillow. taeyang doesn’t even look back as he continues pounding into you. thank god the both of you were underneath the covers. but still, damage had been done.
“leave and close the door” he angrily spits, forcing out a loud moan from your lips as he thrusts even harder into you, not caring to stop.
“SHIT I’M SORRY!” intak yells and stumbles out of the room as if he’d seen a ghost. “make sure to lock the door next time oh my god!” he says outside the bedroom, clearly shaken up by seeing you both in that state.
“i’m never gonna be able to look at him in the eyes again” you say, cheeks all blushed from embarrassment and from your boyfriend’s pace.
theo scoffs and gets closer to you, gripping your chin softly, leaving a quick kiss to your lips “the only person you need to be looking in the eyes right now is me”
JIUNG ┊
fucking you bent over against the kitchen island probably wasn’t a clever idea, but jiung couldn’t contain himself when you wore skirts, it was something that would simply drive him crazy. he wasted no time when he saw you come over to his dorm looking like a doll.
he was thrusting hard and fast, he liked it messy, slapping your ass, watching it jiggle against his lower abdomen every time he slammed back in. you were a moaning mess, his quick and steady pace making you clench each time. “shit, you like that babe? you like how good i’m fucking you? you’re gripping me like crazy”
“yes please ji, don’t stop” you moan in response, looking back at him through teary eyes.
contrary to your requests, he slips out of you and quickly turns you around, laying you now on your back over the counter in front of him, wrapping your legs around his hips, he positions himself before you and starts dragging his dick against your pussy gathering all your juices, adding pressure to your clit “fuck nono don’t tease- ahh”
he bottoms out in one big thrust, you extend your arms to hold onto the counter, the overwhelming pleasure making you dizzy. his hips moving on instinct, chasing both of your highs, a tight rush building up in his core.
“i’m gonna cum ji” you say through your teeth
“me too- fuck” his pace falters for a moment. “your pussy feels too good” he drives back into you, then pulls out painfully slow, the sudden sense of loss making you hiss, nails digging into his sides. “too fucking good” he slams into you with one sharp, brutal thrust. earning a loud moan from you.
“AHH what the fuck!??” keeho screams as he comes into the apartment, seeing the both of you in that state. you quickly stop everything, mortified after hearing keeho’s voice, this couldn’t be happening. jiung’s cheeks instantly turned red.
“shit shit shit” jiung says as he slips out of you and starts pulling his pants on again, you try to compose yourself, legs still shaking, pulling your skirt down. “why didn’t you knock bro!?”
“I SURE AS FUCK DID” keeho says as he turns his back to you, trying not to look “i’m going to leave AGAIN, clean that fucking kitchen oh my god you horndogs that’s disgusting”
INTAK ┊
honestly? this man wouldn’t even care if you got caught, he would just get mad that yall got interrupted lmao. jumping intak’s bones in the middle of the living room couch wss risky, but trying to watch a movie with your boyfriends erection’s poking at your ass was impossible. something had to be done, and you wouldn’t take being home alone for granted.
intak loves having you ride him, his vision gets blurry with the lewd view of your cunt taking him bare and completely stretched out by his size, and all that while getting to look at your pretty tits and fucked out face? this man drifts to heaven. he would never let the opportunity of you being on top of him pass.
he rested his head against the couch trying his best not to cum on the spot by looking at the ceiling, his back to the door. you slowed your movements dropping fully against his crotch taking him completely in, stopping there for a bit, feeling him pulsing against your walls, you lift your hips and drop them harshly again, overstimulating the hell out of intak.
“f-f-fuckk” he looks at you and grips your waist tightly, holding you in place against his crotch, not letting you lift your hips anymore “you ride me so well, i’m seeing stars”
you could feel his dick twitching, so you picked up the pace again, rubbing your pussy just the way you liked it, “i’m gonna cum baby” you moan out and he grips your hips tightly, following your movements. your high welcomes you and you lean closer to him, resting your head against the crook of his neck as you feel both of your orgasm’s approaching. intak bucks his hips desperately against you one more time and you both let go, moaning each other’s names loudly, breathing heavily.
you start kissing his neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over it, while he trails your back caressing it softly with his hands, kissing your chest, the both of you too fucked out to even say something.
you start kissing his earlobe but when you lift you gaze and get a glance of the door, you see jongseob’s still frame, watching the both of you as if he was numb, door still open behind him.
“jongseob-ah!!” you scream once you realize he had been watching since god knows how long. “huh??” intak says as he turns his head and finds the younger boy standing there. he quickly tries to cover you, throwing his t-shirt at you “what the hell are you doing!?” he yells at him.
jongseob snaps out of his trance and smirks “damn guys that was hot, next time invite me” he looks directly at you again with a not so discreet dirty expression and turns towards the door, leaving again, even if he just had gotten back. intak looks back at you sulking and whispers “who the fuck does he think he is interrupting us like that?”
SOUL ┊
quick fucks are shota’s thing. this man is horny and freaky, he can’t barely restrain himself when you’re near him, he gets touchy as hell, always brushing up against you, pulling you onto his laps to grind against your ass, squeezing your waist each time you walk or stand by him. but sometimes this becomes too much for him, hence why you’re bent over against the sink of some party’s bathroom while he’s pounding into you from behind.
“look at you babe” he grips your chin softly and makes you look at yourselves in the mirror before you, you see him, dirty blonde hair sticky against his forehead due to the sweat, flushed cheeks, biting his lips, making eye contact with you “so beautiful, you’re always so good to me“ he leans closer and presses a quick kiss against your lips.
you grip the sink with your hands, bearing yourself as much as possible, already too fucked out you could barely stand up. shota smacks your ass and keeps the pace up, sending you over the edge, he slips one hand in front of your tummy and starts massaging your lower abdomen “ah fuck!” you moan out, as he drags his hand lower and lower, placing it on your clit, tracing circles against it, making you more of a mess than you already were. pleasure clouding your mind as if nothing existed besides you and him.
in that moment, taeyang barges in through the door, struggling to unbuckle his belt due to how much he’d had to drink “DAMN what the hell who are you?” he says as he stumbles back in surprise, both you and shota look up at the mirror, mortified, as you see it’s taeyang, one of your boyfriend’s best friends.
“FUCK! IS THAT YOU SHOTA?” he screams now, clearly disgusted, shota grunts as he slips out of you and pulls his pants back up, covering your naked body behind him.
“yes hyung leave!” signaling towards the door, theo giggles in response and leaves the tiny bathroom, still, you hear him yelling outside in the hallway “INTAK! you’re not gonna believe who I just ran into”
JONGSEOB ┊
jongseob is the type to wanna dig a hole in the ground and crawl in, he already gets teased way too much, his members would never leave him alone after seeing you with him. especially, in the state you two were both in.
jongseob’s head thrown back on his desk chair at his studio, pushing your head while you suck his cock. “keep going baby shit” he hisses.
he had been going at it at the studio way too much recently, and he was really frustrated with his current demos, couldn’t seem to work out what to do with them. so when you called him and he sounded stressed as hell, you knew you had to go and comfort him, in more ways than one.
you were gagging all over his dick, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth, stroking what’s left of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. you come up to breathe and he looks at you, smoothing the tears spilling from your eyes due to overstimulation. he grabs a handful of your hair again and makes you drop against his dick, you cup his balls and give him a long slow lick all over his lengthy girth, teasing the tip a bit longer, giving it more attention than before, already tasting the precum.
jongseob could only grunt and whimper in response, biting his lower lip trying not to make too much noise. breathing through your nose as much as possible, you start deepthroating him, he can’t help but buck his hips up, making you gag once again. “too much, fuck! too much” he was reaching his high, way too overstimulated.
just in that moment, as you’re licking his tip as if he were a lollipop with a loud pop, jiung barges in, looking down at his phone.
“hey here’s what you asked-“ jongseob turns to look at him and lets go of your hair “-for…” jiung finishes.
both of you startled by his entrance, you quickly move back cleaning the sides of your mouth, as jongseob tries to pull his pants up as quickly as possible and sit right. jiung bursts out laughing at him. “hey hey don’t stop because of me little boy” he looks at you for two seconds and turns around struggling to open the door, clearly flustered by seeing you all over his friend’s dick like that “oh and” he says before leaving “everyone will hear about this, bare yourself” he finishes and closes the door, locking it this time.
jongseob finds your gaze, caressing the hair out of your face, and with a pained expression he says “i’m never going to hear the end of this am i?”
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pairing﹢ateez x fem!reader genre﹢smau + nsfw. established relationship, dirty talk(?) synopsis﹢you decide to call him a bottom. a very bold and a very bad move, because he is about to prove you wrong.
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HIDDEN PLEASURES --౨ৎ-- OT8 ATEEZ
「summary」 : a set of drabbles displaying each ateez member's biggest kink
「word count」 : 2.8k total (300-450 words per member)
「warnings」 : smut, established relationship, kissing, unprotected sex, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f), fingering, titty sucking, body worship(?), car sex, manhandling, face fucking, spanking, pet names including : baby, pretty girl, doll, darling, slut, whore, good girl, love, babygirl. (each member has a clear warning at the beginning of their section, i just don't wanna ruin the surprise :P)
「author's note」 : happy valentines day guys! i have been working on this for a while so I hope you like it<3 feedback is appreciated! cover by @kisssan :P
hongjoong - overstimulation
he LOVES overstimulation, but more specifically, he loves overstimulating you. hearing you plead with him, telling him it’s too much, only makes him want to go further. and when you finally break, he turns into the biggest sweetheart.
you are lying down on your back as your boyfriend fucks into your cunt relentlessly. his thumb massages over your clit in circles, making you whine his name. this is your 4th? 5th? 6th? orgasm, you can’t even remember at this point. the only thing you could think about is your body convulsing in pleasure underneath his touch.
your legs shake as they are wrapped around his waist, allowing him deeper access. “fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good,” he groans, speeding up both the pace of his hips and his thumb. broken gasps escape your throat, accentuating your fucked-out expression. you don’t know how much longer you can keep up.
“c’mon baby, you can give me another one,” he pushes while purposely grinding deeper. “cum on my cock, pretty girl.”
he would stop at nothing if it meant forcing an orgasm out of you. and when you finally felt another crashing over, all you could do was cry out in pleasure, digging your nails into his wrists in the process. “fuuuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper, tightening your grip on him.
he spills inside of you while leaning closer to kiss you and muffle your loud noises. his forehead rests against yours and he leaves another kiss on your lips. his thrusts fade slowly into a stop. the mix of your release and his cum made an exaggerated sound as he pulls all the way out of you.
“i don’t know how much more i can take,” you explain with a shaky voice, still coming down from your high.
“i know, doll. i know,” he fakely empathized, as he began to line himself up at your entrance again.
seonghwa - hair pulling
whether you are sucking his dick or he’s giving you back shots, he always finds a way to pull your hair. he also enjoys when you grip his hair during missionary or when he is eating you out. someone’s hair has to be tugged on at all times.
his head is nestled between your thighs, his tongue working its way across your clit with unbelievable precision. his arms are wrapped around each of your legs as they rest on his shoulders to keep you from squirming.
his nose brushes across your bud deliciously each time he drags his tongue up from your entrance. his black strands of hair are trapped in sections between your fingertips, gripping tighter with each movement.
“h-hwa, i’m close,” you whine out, mindlessly gripping his hair harder. he hums in satisfaction as his nails start to dig crescent shapes into your thighs.
he looks up at you with his boba eyes and a pussy drunk type look on his face. “you taste so good baby, hold on just a little longer,” he dives back into your heat.
your head lolls back as you try to hold in your orgasm for as long as possible. but the way his tongue worked your clit, and his fingers brushed your spongy spot with each thrust only pushed you closer to the edge. it was becoming harder and harder to stay still, to the point where he had to hold you in your place.
the way you gripped his hair made the tent in his boxers grow larger and tighter. it turns him on so much. “there you go. cum on my tongue, darling,” he begged while making eye contact with your worn out expression.
not even a second later, the feeling takes over. the twitching legs, the unsteady breathing, everything. and seonghwa was there to work you through it. “ahh, fuckkkk,” you cry out in pleasure, as he gets ready to unzip his pants.
yunho - size kink
it’s mainly the power dynamics that he likes. he finds pleasure in the fact that he could easily over power you at any time, and how small you are compared to him. seeing the bulge of his large dick in your belly is also a plus :3
the way his hand holds your hips, his fingers spanning over their entirety, send a shock up your spine. he squeezes gently, and you arch into the touch, heart beat quickening.
he shifts, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap like you weigh nothing. "i love how you fit right here," he says, hands roaming up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. he cups them, palms engulfing the soft mounds. and you gasp at the pressure, nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your top.
he rocks his hips up, and you feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your core through his jeans. it's thick, making you clench in anticipation. you grind down tentatively, savoring the stretch even clothed, but he stills you with a firm grip on your ass. "not yet," he breathes, fingers digging in just enough to bruise.
his shirt hits the floor first, revealing the expanse of his chest, muscles rippling as you shimmy out of your pants. naked now, you straddle him again, his cock standing rigid between you - long and girthy, the head already leaking pre-cum. yunho guides your hand to it, wrapping your smaller fingers around the base. you can barely close them, stroking slowly as he watches, mesmerized.
“i don’t think it will fit, yunho.”
“don’t worry, baby,” he assures you, leaving a kiss on your temple “i’ll make it fit.” he lifts you higher, positioning you above him. the tip nudges your entrance, slick with your arousal, and he lowers you inch by inch. your pussy stretches around him, walls fluttering at the fullness, the burn of accommodation making you moan. yunho's hands steady your hips, controlling the pace, letting you feel every ridge and vein as he fills you.
"that's it," he encourages, voice strained.
yeosang - choking / breath play
he always finds his hands wrapped around your throat when he is inside you. or (per your request) he would hold you in a headlock while he fucks you in doggy, so you could feel his huge bicep while you struggle to breathe.
you can feel his muscular chest underneath your fingertips as his fingers trace the curve of your neck. yeosang pulls you close, his body pressing against yours.
sloppy wet kisses are exchanged between you before he pushes your back onto the couch. his hands roam your body, palms rough against your skin, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples until they’re hard. you arch into him, breath hitching, but he takes his time. mouth following his fingers - sucking one nipple, then the other, teeth grazing lightly.
when he finally settles between your legs, his cock hard and throbbing against your thigh, he pauses. his eyes lock on yours. “you ready?” he whispers, and you nod, spreading wider. he pushes in slowly, your pussy stretching around his thickness. the fullness makes you gasp, walls clenching as he bottoms out, filling you completely.
his hand creeps up your abdomen, then between your breasts, trailing up to your throat. fingers wrap around it gently at first, thumb pressing into the hollow of your neck. he starts to thrust deep, measured strokes that grind against your inner walls, building friction without haste. the pressure on your throat increases with each push, restricting your air just enough to make your head swim. you feel every vein of his cock dragging inside you, as his grip tightens.
“fuck, you take me so well,” he groans, hips rolling lazily. your hands clutch his shoulders, nails digging in as oxygen becomes a tease - shallow breaths that heighten every sensation. stars flicker at the edges of your vision, your pussy fluttering around him.
he shifts then, pulling out with a wet sound. “turn over,” he commands softly. on your hands and knees, ass up, he enters you again from behind, slower this time, savoring the angle. one arm snakes around your neck, locking you in a headlock. his massive bicep bulges against your cheek as he squeezes. you struggle for breath, the muscle flexing with each thrust, cutting off air in pulses that match his rhythm.
he fucks you steadily, cock plunging deep, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. the headlock tightens, your face pressed into the corded strength of his arm, inhaling his scent mixed with sweat. pressure builds low in your belly, coiling tighter with every restricted gasp. he releases just enough to let you whimper, then squeezes again, driving you higher.
san - praise kink
he will make sure you know how sexy you are, how good you feel, and kiss every inch of your body just to prove it. every other word that slips from his mouth is a praise. and don’t get me started on when you praise him, because it awakens a different kind of animal.
"you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, lips brushing your earlobe before trailing down to your neck. he kisses the sensitive spot just below your jaw, sucking gently until you gasp. his mouth moves lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste you. you arch slightly, feeling the heat building between your thighs as his hands slide up your sides.
he takes his time, worshipping every inch of you. he kisses the swell of your breast, then captures your nipple between his lips, sucking slow and deep while his hand kneads the other. "god, these tits. they're so perfect."
when he reaches your thighs, he spreads them gently, kissing the inner skin, inching closer to your pussy but teasing. "you're dripping for me already." his tongue finally laps at your folds, slow strokes that have you moaning, but he pulls back to kiss your knees, your calves, even your ankles, ensuring no part is forgotten.
"ohmygod, your tongue feels so good, sannie," you whisper, threading fingers through his hair.
he growls low in his throat, the praise sending electricity through his body. in a blur, he pins your wrists above your head, his hard cock pressing against your entrance. "say it again," he demands, voice rough, before thrusting in deep, filling your pussy with one powerful stroke. he fucks you harder now, hips snapping quickly. "fuck, you feel like heaven around my cock. so tight," he leans down to kiss you "so perfect."
the pace builds sensually, his mouth claiming yours in a bruising kiss as he drives deeper, your bodies slick with a thin layer of sweat. every thrust proves his devotion and awakens something inside you both.
mingi - dry humping / frottage
mingi likes the little things in life, and when you are in a situation where you can’t just fuck, dry humping will have to do. but don’t let this sound like it is the second best option, because the passion he puts into it will make you think otherwise.
he reclines his seat just enough to pull you over the gearshift to settle in his lap, your sundress riding up your thighs. the confined space makes everything feel more intimate. the way his palms slide under the hem, gripping your bare skin as you straddle him. his cock hardens instantly against your panties, thick and obvious through his sweatpants, and you shift, pressing down to feel the full weight of it against your clothed folds. mingi exhales sharply, eyes half-lidded as he guides your hips in a slow roll, building the friction.
“love how you feel like this,” he breathes, nuzzling your jaw, his lips leaving a trail of kisses. you rock forward, the ridge of his erection dragging over your clit with each pass, sending jolts of heat straight to your core. no rushing, no stripping away barriers - he savors the barrier itself, the tease of cotton and fleece amplifying every movement. his fingers knead your ass, urging you deeper and faster, while his other hand slips into your neckline, pinching your nipple until you gasp.
the windows begin to fog up around you. mingi's thrusts meet yours from below, his length pulsing as your arousal soaks through, marking the fabric. he watches you, adoring the hue of pink on your cheeks, the way your breasts bounce with the rhythm. “you're everything,” he murmurs, voice strained, and when the pressure coils tight, you shatter against him, clenching onto nothing. waves of bliss rip through without him inside. he groans, hips bucking as he cums, hot spurts trapped and soaking his pants, his arms wrapping you tight.
you have both made a mess of yourselves without even taking your clothes off.
wooyoung - brat / brat tamer dynamics
you live to be a brat, and wooyoung only falls into your trap every.single.time. it is starting to feel like he likes the game just as much as you do. he loves putting you in your place, maybe even slapping here and there, all while whispering degrading things in your ear.
tonight you tease him at the party - brushing your ass against his crotch while dancing with his friends, whispering how you'd rather grind on someone else. he stays cool, but you feel him twitch through his jeans, betraying him.
back at the apartment, the door barely clicks shut before he pins you against the wall, his hand fisting your hair. "think you're clever, huh?" he growls, breath hot on your neck. you smirk, arching into him, but he slaps your cheek lightly, sharp enough to sting, making your pussy clench. “get on your knees.”
you drop defiantly, but your mouth waters as you unzip him, his thick cock springing free.
he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up. “open wide, slut. before i make you.” you part your lips, tongue flicking out to lick the tip, savoring his groan. but he doesn't let you take control. he thrusts deep into your throat, fucking your mouth with rough snaps of his hips. “that's it, choke on it like the desperate whore you are.” tears prick your eyes, but heat pools between your thighs.
he pulls out suddenly, hauling you up and bending you over the couch. your skirt hikes up, and his palm cracks against your ass - once, twice, the slaps echoing as your skin blooms red.
“count them,” he demands, fingers dipping into your wetness.
“one... fuck, two...” you gasp, pushing back, but he spanks harder, whispering, “pathetic. can't even behave without begging for more.” he yanks your panties aside, rubbing his shaft along your slick folds, teasing your entrance.
"please, woo," you whimper, breaking first. he chuckles darkly, slamming deeper. his thrusts are punishing, hips slapping your sore ass, one hand around your throat.
“being a good girl now? taking it like you deserve?” he breathes in your ear, giving you goosebumps. he kisses the marks he left, murmuring, “my perfect little troublemaker.”
jongho - edging
sex with jongho is no quick interaction. it could last an hour, maybe multiple hours. your orgasm is so so close, then he rips it away from you like taking candy away from a child. but once he finally lets you have it, it becomes more earth-shattering each time.
your head spins in a haze of heat as jongho has you pinned down. there’s no frantic rutting here - he is a master of torment, dragging out the fuck for hours, his muscles flexing under your desperate grip.
you've lost track of time. it's been at least two hours of this slow grind, his hips circling to rub every ridge against your sensitive walls, building that fire in your belly until it's roaring.
you arch up, breath ragged, begging with your eyes as the climax hovers just out of reach. “jongho, fuck, let me-“ but he senses it, that telltale flutter of your pussy squeezing him tight, and he freezes, buried to the hilt, his thumb pressing your clit without mercy…then nothing.
he pulls back, leaving you empty and throbbing, a cruel grin splitting his face. “patience, love,” he rasps, before slamming home again, restarting the climb.
his hands bruise your hips, yanking you onto his shaft in deep, measured strokes that smack wetly against your skin.
hours bleed into a fever dream and finally, his pace shifts into feral pounding into your g-spot. “now,” he commands, and you shatter. hours of your built up orgasm ripping through like a storm, pussy gushing around his pistoning cock, waves crashing endlessly.
“yesss, let it all out, babygirl.”
but he doesn’t stop, forcing you to chase your second high immediately after. and then another. and another.
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Mingi keeps going even after filling you up 🐈⬛ྀི