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DOH KYUNGSOO’s sketch film Marie Claire Korea

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What defines Kyungsoo’s sexiness?

This is quite a loaded question. If I had the time I could write for days. He’s very attractive but isn’t cocky about it. His shyness when someone compliments his talent or looks is the most attractive aspect about him. I mean, his face. HIS FACE. What more can I say? His personality with that face is something that cannot be replicated. Also his eyes. His gaze when his lids are lowered… fuck. He oozes sexiness without even knowing it.

I hope this incoherent rambling suffices.

-S

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I’m still here. 🫠

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&yet part 2

Pairing: f!reader x rm!Sehun x Kyungsoo

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4,800

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Friends/Strangers to FWB (to lovers?)

Warnings: Teasing, drugs/alcohol, foreplay, mutual masturbation.

Plot: Sehun is your best friend and roommate. He invites his new friend over, Kyungsoo, to help him through a rough breakup. As tensions build, the dynamic between you three takes a turn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

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You woke up the next morning on the couch a bit confused as to why you were there. You are alone, yet there is a blanket over you and a pillow under your head. It dawns on you that you must have passed out. You stretch and roll off the couch onto your feet. You start walking towards the bathroom and events from last night flash across your memory. After showering and dressing, you relax in front of the TV eating cereal. It’s quite late in the morning to be getting up. Usually you are up before the sun, but it’s almost 11:00am.

While zoning out, watching mind numbing TV, Sehun comes down the hall, yawning. He goes into the fridge and grabs a yogurt. He sits down next to you, just nodding since your mouth is full.

“Where’s Kyungsoo?” Sehun asks.

“Not sure. I woke up and he wasn’t here,” you respond.

“Nothing happened between you two?” Sehun asks.

“What? No. I just met him. He seems nice enough.”

Sehun chuckles, “It was a joke. I covered you up and went to bed. Kyungsoo fell asleep at the other end of the couch.”

”Well, thanks for looking out for me. I can’t believe I slept so late,” you huff.

”I mean, last night was pretty wild,” Sehun jests. “Plus, it’s the weekend, don’t be so hard on yourself,” he continues. “Are you sure you didn’t scare Kyungsoo away? Did you come on to him?”

Sehun is laughing with a mouthful of yogurt, creating a gross sound, which makes you start to laugh.

“No! I swear! The last thing I remember was falling asleep on your shoulder and then waking up,” you say. “Are you trying to set us up or something?”

”What? I mean you guys should hookup. I know you’ve not gotten laid in a long time,” he responds.

You choke on your cereal, mainly because of Sehun’s idea, but mostly because he knows you’ve not had sex in awhile. It hurts, like the truth is supposed to sometimes.

”I don’t even know him. What kind of person do you think I am?” you say, half joking.

“You could just hook up. If you want.”

You take another spoonful of cereal, rolling your eyes, while half listening to the junk on TV. You hope he leaves it there, not to further this conversation.

”I’m meeting my friend tonight at the bar, you and Kyungsoo wanna join?” you ask, completely ignoring Sehun.

”Yeah! Let’s do it! Let’s get smashed!”

“I could set you up with her, but I know you have no issue with finding women to have sex with,” a smirk hiding behind your statement.

Sehun laughs, “Very funny! But we can set each other up! Me with your friend and you with Kyungsoo!”

“Why are you so adamant about setting me up with anyone?” you ask as you tilt the bowl to drink the last of the milk out of it. As you get up to put your bowl in the sink, Sehun grabs his phone while finishing up his yogurt. He glances up as you pass him toward the kitchen.

“I’m not trying to. I just thought it’d be nice, since, you know…” Sehun’s voice gets quieter, hoping you don’t take offense.

“I get it, I do. Believe me. I’m the one going without, not you. Sorry if I sound ungrateful. I don’t know what I want.” A relationship? A friend with benefits? One night stand?

“Well, let me know when you figure it out, and I can help. But not like that, I swear!” Sehun says as he follows you to the kitchen.

“Ew! No! Why would we do that? I like you as my friend!” you say. “Also, my friend is lesbian,” you add as you walk from the kitchen, noticing Sehun choking on his spit. He offers a playful push to your back as you continue into the living room.

And that was that. There is a part of you that cannot get Kyungsoo off your mind. His demeanor, his laugh, his silence and gaze. He makes you wonder what he’s thinking about; his eyes demanding your attention. When you speak, his eyes dart around your face before focusing in on your eyes, never glancing away. That look makes you feel like he’s the sun and you’re the only one in his orbit. The mysteriousness surrounding him makes your mind wander off to not so appropriate places.

- - -

The plan was set in motion. You all met up at the bar to blow off steam from another shitty work week. You really wanted to let loose but in a way that meant no one would have to look after you. You decided to take a shot as soon as you walked up to the bar. You needed some liquid courage if you were going to be in Kyungsoo’s presence all night.

Once the shot was settling in your stomach, you and Sehun shuffled to grab a table while your friend, Jules, went to the bathroom. Kyungsoo had texted Sehun earlier saying he was going to be late. The three of you are having a great time, meaning, you all take a round of shots. I really am going to let loose, but only so much. Two shots so far. Pace yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself.

You all ordered some wings and beer, and just then, Kyungsoo walks through the door. His eyes widen as he scans the bar looking for us. When he catches sight of Sehun, he begins to walk over. You only know this since you’re the only one facing the doors at a table tucked away in a corner. You see his hurried but determined look as he takes the seat next to you. You introduce him to Jules and Sehun passes him a glass of beer he poured from the pitcher. As an awkward silence dove over the table, Sehun pipes up, “Here’s to breakups. A new beginning!”

Kyungsoo looks over to Sehun and smirks, clinks his glass with ours, sips, and begins to look sad.

“Man, I’m sorry! I’m trying to lighten the mood!” Sehun says as he rubs Kyungsoo on the shoulder.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer. The cut is still new, it needs to heal. Please don’t let me stop you from having fun,” Kyungsoo says as he leans in towards Sehun so other patrons don’t hear him.

“More alcohol then!” you say for some levity and top off Kyungsoo’s glass. He lifts his head up and smiles wholeheartedly as he raises his glass to his lips.

God, his plump lips. So soft, so distracting.

Luckily the night is filled with drunken anecdotes, silly parlor games, and unintended physical contact. The table is small and since getting drunk meant people, unintentionally or not, become more likely to gesticulate. The smell of Kyungsoo would waft its way beneath your nose and goosebumps cover your arms. You shake to bring warmth and feeling back to your body. Kyungsoo notices you shiver and leans in to inquire,

“Are you okay? Are you cold?” You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until you become overwhelmed by his scent, yet again. He breaks your stupor with his warmth, your skin now aflame.

”Oh yeah, just got the chills. Sorry to worry you,” you stammer out, shoving the glass of beer to your mouth to quickly guzzle the rest. So much for pacing yourself. You can still ease up, just order a glass of water. I feel like I’m already making a fool of myself in his presence. I can’t do this sober. Help me.

He leans away from you and watches as you slam down the glass to then excuse yourself from the table. You need a break and can’t wait for the server to appear again to ask for water. Sehun yells from the table as you leave. You don’t turn around, walking up to the bar.

”Hey, did you hear me? Are you okay? You look moody,” Sehun asked in the lowest, most serious tone you’ve ever heard from him. But you’re both drunk, who knows if that’s even true.

”Yeah, wh—,” you stop and order from the bartender.

”Water?! Yeah, there’s something wrong.”

”I swear, everything’s fine. I’m trying to pace myself. Not get too drunk. I don’t want to embarrass myself,” you say, grabbing the water, nodding and mouthing thank you.”

”That’s never mattered before. Really, do you feel okay?” Sehun asks. He grabs you by the shoulder, turning you around. He reaches his palm to your forehead,

”You feel a little war—“,

”Stop it. Seriously. I’m fine. Please,” you beg Sehun and then chuckle as if to lighten the past dialogue.

You all sit and drink into the night. You are sure to alternate with water, and continue to graze on leftover wings and celery. Everyone seems to be laughing and you suddenly remember something very important. You gesture across the table to Sehun, as if smoking a joint. He perks up and announces,

“Who’s down for going back to our place for blunts and crafts?”

The table erupts with laughter.

“Very discreet. Nice one,” you start to laugh loudly and notice Kyungsoo’s attention falling upon you, his light, saving the dying. Your face turns red when you feel his gaze and say,

”I’ll go pay the tab. I’ll meet you outside.”

“It’s my turn. I’ll get it this time,” Sehun says.

”Nope, I invited everyone, my treat.”

Everyone smiles toward you and says their thanks. Kyungsoo bows his head and thanks you earnestly. You will never forget the way his bangs fell into his eyes and then the way he ran his fingers through them to push it back. Your knees are weak as you walk up to pay.

You light a smoke as soon as you exit the building. Everyone but Jules was partaking. The group of you loiter for a bit longer until you decide to start walking in the direction of your and Sehun’s place.

- - -

Settling onto the couch with your freshly rolled joint, you begin to take out various craft items. Jules and Sehun are sitting on the floor next to the coffee table. You and Kyungsoo are sitting together on the couch. Everyone is grabbing at colored pencils, stickers, glue, and glitter.

You light up the joint and start the rotation. You pass it to Sehun on your left, he passes it to Jules, then Kyungsoo. He seems quite nervous and doesn’t drag very hard. He exhales and begins to cough. While still coughing, he passes you the joint. Oh my god, my lips are going to be where his lips were. I can’t hold it in. I’m going to lose it.

You look up at Kyungsoo and take the joint, careful not to linger or touch his hand. Just then, Sehun pipes up,

“I’m gonna make something cute for my mom!”

“I didn’t realize you were still in kindergarten,” Jules says.

“Hey, you’re never too old to love your mom or to give her something handmade,” Sehun says back, still buzzed. He didn’t really care about other peoples’ opinions, especially when it came to his mom. It was all in loving jest, everyone still concentrating on what they were going to create.

You take a nice, long drag and finally exhale, careful not to blow it towards anyone. This pause made you look over to Kyungsoo, diligently creating a little pocket notepad. He used some thread to join some paper, and now he is placing washi tape on each page as a border. No matter what he is doing, it gives you the chills. He’s just quietly working and not to mention tidying up the supplies as he goes, careful to put items back in their place.

The four of you are getting a bit tired after all the revelry. You stand and ask if anyone would like a drink. You definitely needed water since weed always gives you cottonmouth. Once you return, you set down the water glasses and get comfortable on your spot on the couch. Sehun and Jules decide to sit on the loveseat that was perpendicular to the sofa you and Kyungsoo occupied. You decide on a funny show that everyone has seen a million times.

While resting your head on the armrest with a blanket covering your feet, you comment on a funny joke in the show. This rouses everyone to repeat their favorite jokes from the show. By god, you have never heard Kyungsoo speak so much at once, and you could get used to it. His low timbre, his rich and deep voice, so soothing, yet so sexy. You grab your phone while Jules is telling her favorite joke, and send a funny gif to Sehun. Once he hears his phone vibrate, he picks it up to look and immediately starts laughing.

“What's so funny?” Jules asks.

“Just a funny gif. I’ll send it to you,” Sehun replies.

“Hey, I want to see!” Kyungsoo interrupts. He looks over to you, since he’s far from everyone else and asks you to send it to him.

“I don’t have your number,” you say meekly.

Shit, I am getting his number. I can’t believe this. Just be cool.

Now that everyone was in on the joke, silence returns.

Everyone seemed to be on a good mix of high and drunk. Silly, sloppy, bursts of laughter, and moments of silence. With that, you feel like you’re the only one who is hiding something. That need within you is lurking, which could cause you to act on it, like you were being split into two opposing directions. You’re trying hard to ease the tension by pressing your thighs together.

Why does weed make me supremely horny? My standard is being regular horny, but weed takes it up ten notches. Holy hell.

More drunken antics ensue. Being this needy right now is stressing you out. You rise from the couch announcing to the room,

”I’m headed out for a cigarette. Wanna join?”

”Oh! Me!” Sehun jumps up while heading to put on his cardigan.

”Yes. I really need one,” Kyungsoo says quietly.

”I’ll just be here. With all the booze, drugs, and glitter. Having way more fun than you three!” Jules chimes in sarcastically, chuckling to herself as you exit onto the balcony.

With another person out here, your shoulders are squished in between Sehun and Kyungsoo. As you’re all smoking out in the crisp and clear night, Sehun begins telling Kyungsoo an inside joke. Something about how one of their coworkers has horrible body odor. They both chuckle and you are silent, off in your own land; a land of hands touching, and lips meeting. Your elbow slips from the railing and hits Kyungsoo’s arm. He looks over at you and grazes your arm, he pulls back immediately,

”I’m sorry. My fault,” he ekes out hesitantly.

“Shit, I’m sorry. My arm slipped. Totally my bad,” you answer.

”Well, I don’t have cooties,” Kyungsoo jokes.

“See what I mean? I told you he was quiet but funny!” Sehun begins laughing hysterically at Kyungsoo’s burn.

While Sehun’s head is bobbing around from laughing, you glance over at Kyungsoo and he mouths quietly to you, "I'm sorry,” and bows his head.

You’re not sure why he’s saying sorry. You both turn to look out at the night skyline, continuing your cigarettes. Again, a silence takes hold and you begin to feel Kyungsoo’s body warmth since he is pressed closely to you. There’s really something about being in the presence of a person like him. It’s hard to describe. It takes hold of all rationality; your body, your will power.

Having gone back inside to get cozy, Jules calls it a night.

”It’s been great. I will cherish my glitter picture frame for all time. Nice to meet you, Kyungsoo. See you jerks later,” she says and closes the door behind her.

Kyungsoo also gets up, feeling a bit awkward now that he is the only guest left. Hoping not to stay past his welcome. He extends his thanks and turns to leave before adding,

”Have a good night. It was fun. And thank you again. See you at work, Sehun.”

Sehun gives a thumbs up and laughs, Kyungsoo copying him. His hearty laughter is also something else. The way it deeply vibrates right down to your pussy.

You and Sehun stay up longer on the couch watching shows until you start yawning and Sehun says,

”I’m out. I can’t. I’m hittin’ the hay.”

”I can’t get up. Too comfy. Night night,” you mumble into the blanket with your eyes closed.

Maybe if you hadn’t gone to bed horny this wouldn’t have happened. None of it, but it starts with you dreaming of Kyungsoo once you've fallen asleep…

His fingers lightly graze your cheek. You’re standing on the threshold of your bedroom. He drags his fingers down around your neck to bring your lips to his. You shrink into the kiss, unsure of how this started. You realize the feeling of his full lips on yours is euphoric. You lean into his kiss, and place both palms on his broad shoulders.

He begins to walk you backwards toward your bed. You resist his force which causes him to ease up and bring his mouth back to yours. He lifts your jaw to deepen the kiss and you both open your mouths, tongues gliding in unison. You let out a slight whimper at the feeling of his tongue on yours, the saliva, his hands on your body. He pauses to open his eyes and removes his lips from yours, asking,

”Are you okay? Please tell me if you’re not. Promise?”

Still in shock with Kyungsoo’s saliva on your lips, you answer,

”Yes. I need you. I promise.”

He steps back, holding your cheeks up toward his gaze. It’s as if he’s trying to get the right lighting to see every part of you. Trying to swallow you whole starting with his eyes, then his lips. You really can’t do this anymore, and you smash your face into his. You do this with so much fervor that your teeth clink together as you rush to put your tongue in his mouth. You start sucking on his bottom lip and then bite it while pulling down a bit. Kyungsoo grunts so deeply that your pussy begins to leak.

You place your hands under his shirt to feel his body, which causes him to shiver. He presses his lips harder into yours and places his hands on your ass. He squeezes and you moan into his mouth. His fingers trace up the small of your back to your rib cage, ending with both palms groping your breasts. You’re moaning more and even louder as he leans you back onto your bed.

His hand goes up your shorts and rubs over the waistband of your underwear. You stretch out and moan when his fingers dips lower to rub over your pussy. You start to writhe and he watches your every movement, even when your eyes roll back into your head. He makes you feel like the hottest person alive, his every move and thought dedicated to you and your pleasure. He slips two fingers under your panties and when he reaches your bare pussy, you wake up.

You awake to a horrible empty feeling, like there is a hole or a missing piece. You start to replay the dream over and over in your head. You’ve never had a wet dream quite like this, it was too real. It was overwhelming, your body aching while imagining the feeling of his hands on you. Your thighs rub together and there is a familiar feeling of wetness. You reach into your underwear and flick a finger through your slit. Before reaching beyond, your labia was covered in slick.

You place two fingers to your clit and start rubbing, spreading your wetness farther. You moan softly as you now begin to pinch your nipple from under your shirt. You spread your thighs apart and gyrate your hips from beneath the blanket. Your mind is rewinding and slowing down parts of your dream while loving the feeling of your own touch.

A small floor creak gives away a watcher. You snap up from the couch, leaving your bottom half still covered by the blanket. You try to adjust your vision to look beyond the dark hallway corner. You see Sehun’s outline. He steps out into the light of the living room. His face is flush and you see he has a hard-on beneath his boxer briefs. Your eyes are wide as you yank the blanket to cover your upper half.

“Please continue,” Sehun says in a hushed tone.

”What? Am I dreaming again?” You ask, while Sehun is approaching you on the couch.

“Stop. What do you think is going to happen?” Sehun says, responding to a question with a question.

You really had no idea what was happening or what Sehun was going to do next but your pulsing pussy won out over self control.

He sat gently on the other end of the couch, resting against the back, his head turning to look at you. Your toes touch his thighs and he begins to rub himself over his underwear. Starting intently at you.

“Let’s help each other out. No weirdness. Just watching, no touching,” Sehun says as he reaches to grip his painfully hard cock.

This feels surreal, having Sehun’s bare cock spring up while sitting just feet away. You feel taken aback by these events, not knowing how to respond. Sehun adds,

“Please. I heard you and saw you. I know you need it.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, trying not to focus too long on his dick.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. I know you haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I heard your moans. I came out to see you touching yourself. I heard how wet you are.

You want to cower under the blanket and go back to sleep, but everything Sehun said was true.

“Will this ruin what we have?” you ask sincerely.

“You don’t have to show me anything. But now you’ve seen my dick. No big deal right?”

“Well, since you put it that way, all right.” you thoughtlessly reply and your hands go back under your pajamas.

You close your eyes and begin, again, to imagine Kyungsoo’s lips and hands. The way he ardently crashed his face into yours. The way he guided you to your bed, the way he overtook you and leaned over your body, taking in every minute detail.

Your eyes open to witness Sehun cranking away on his dick. Looking over toward you every now and again, but mostly he has his head back and eyes closed. Since he doesn’t seem to be fazed by what is transpiring, you begin to pinch your clit which causes a yelp to fall out of your mouth. Sehun turns his head slightly, barely opening his eyes, and grunts. The creases of a smirk are hardly visible.

Once you brush off the awkwardness, you travel deep within your reverie. You begin to push two of your fingers inside your hot pussy. You were already close to cumming after you woke up from the dream, but now you are at the precipice. One more flash of Kyungsoo’s delicate hands gripping your waist, and you finally orgasm. Your hand is stuck between your tightly closed thighs while your hips thrust upward, finally slowing once you come down. While you’re trying to catch your breath and you open your eyes again only to remember Sehun is jerking off. You moaning through your orgasm seems to cause Sehun to cum, finally ejaculating into his hand. He takes a deep breath, puts his shrinking cock back inside his underwear and goes to the sink to wash his hands. He returns with a damp paper towel for you to which you shyly accept.

“I hope this was okay. Not so bad, right?” Sehun asks while sitting back down on the sofa.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Let’s forget this happened and go back to normal,” you confess.

“Yes, let’s pretend we were having a dream. Especially the one you were having when I came out to hear you moaning and writhing in your sleep.”

“Exactly. Just a dream,” you say and finally move to get up off the couch to take a shower.

“What were you dreaming about?” Sehun asks as you disappear down the hall.

“It was a celebrity. Don’t worry,” you answer back.

- - -

After having showered, you’re in your room finding something to wear. You want to listen to some music while doing so, then after, you might tidy your room up a bit. You grab your phone and as soon as you do you see a text from Kyungsoo,

‘Thanks again for last night, it was fun.’

‘Care to hang out again soon?’

Your face is flush and your heart feels as if it might implode. Your fingers shake as you try to type a response. Not sure what to say, you finally decide on a gif of a sitcom character giving the thumbs up.

Kyungsoo barely spoke last night but sending two texts in quick succession was surprising. Not sure what kind of texter you expected him to be, but this wasn’t close. The texts were to the point, no emojis or gifs, so it definitely feels like it’s in the realm of possibility that Kyungsoo did author these texts. You never expected he’d be the one to text you first, or to text you at all. Maybe he had feigned wanting to see the gif and thought this was his way of getting your number. Maybe Kyungsoo wanted to keep it from Sehun by not asking him directly for it. This is what happens to your thoughts when you suddenly have the most handsome and polite man texting you about wanting to hang out. Over analyzing every facet of each second in your life is your forte. You’re comfortable in your own brain but these thoughts can make you anxious and depressed.

Your phone vibrates again with Kyungsoo sending a link to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall eatery. You click and scroll through photos with your stomach grumbling along the way. You type a salivating emoji back to him. He responds with,

’This place is delicious. I know the family who runs it.’

He wasn’t leading or asking you again if you would accept or deny the invitation. Your mind reels with possible replies. Should you go? What would Sehun think if he found out? He was trying to set you and Kyungsoo up before you even met him, so maybe, he would be fine with it. He even told you he noticed you were in a sexual drought. But also this could be nothing or turn into nothing. Maybe Kyungsoo wasn’t interested in a physical relationship with you. Maybe he really just wants to be friends. There your mind goes again with every hypothetical known in the universe.

’Looks great! You’ll have to tell me what you recommend. How’s Friday night?’

It wasn’t long until Kyungsoo replied,

’Perfect. I can pick you up. I know it’s far from your apartment.’

Fuck, I’m going to be getting into a car with him. His car. And how is he so considerate and thoughtful?

’It’s a plan! See you then,’ and you added a smiling face with smiling eyes emoji. The one with the rosy cheeks.

As you turn around to finish dressing you hear a knock on the door. Your giddiness and beaming smile fade and your shoulders sink. You remember what transpired out in the living room with Sehun. You rush to put your clothes on and shout,

”Just a minute! Getting dressed!

You open the door as your arm straightens through the sleeve of your shirt. You really don’t want to make things awkward, remembering what Sehun said. We fucking came together on the couch! How can this not be awkward! You look up at him and ask,

”Hey, yeah, what’s up?” You step sideways making room for him to enter.

”I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was not thinking with my brain. I mean, after I heard you then saw you, that was it,” he says as he takes a seat on your bed.

”I agreed to it. There’s no need to be sorry. Since we’ve acknowledged this, let’s forget it, like you said,” you reply, standing in front of your open door, your hand gripping the handle.

”Okay, but please let’s go back, starting now,” Sehun adds.

”Deal. Forgotten. I’m hungry and I need to get high,” you say while rubbing your stomach.

”Great minds, they say!” Sehun says excitedly.

How in the hell did you weave yourself such an awfully tangled web?

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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Update

Part 2 of &yet will be out this weekend! Sorry for the delay, life is shit sometimes.

-S

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Unnie have you seen the Kyungsoo’s Small Girl mv 🥹🥹🥹

Yes. Sorry I’ve been MIA. Lots of stupid shit hitting me in life.

As for the MV, it makes me feel things. Cute and inappropriate things. The song fucking hits and my god, his voice is fucking exquisite 🤌

My hope is for part 2 of &yet to be out soon.

-S

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&yet part 1

Pairing: f!reader x rm!Sehun x Kyungsoo

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4,100

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Friends/Strangers to FWB (lovers soon?)

Warnings: Teasing, drugs/alcohol (exposition mostly)

Plot: Sehun, your best friend and roommate, invites his new friend from work over, Kyungsoo, to help him through a rough breakup. As tensions build, the dynamic between you three takes a turn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

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You couldn’t sleep. You had to be up early in the morning for work yet all you could hear was your roommate’s groans and the whines of the cute girl he was fucking. The sounds grew louder as you hoped they would finish soon.

This was not the first time hearing your roommate, Sehun, have sex. It seemed like it was a new girl every other week. What did it matter? You didn’t care if he was getting his dick wet.

You had been friends since high school and started living together once you started going to the same college. Both of you have since dropped out due to meandering minds. But he went to study music and literature. Yes, you know, you told him that major was a dead end since the economy tanked the year you both graduated high school. Once he couldn’t find steady work to fund his education, he stopped attending classes.

You put school on hold after your best friend died in a car accident. It was winter, the roads were icy, you can guess the rest. But you’ve been seeing a therapist and have had more good days than bad.

But it’s nights like this that do not help your sanity: work in the morning, bills past due, still hungry; didn’t eat enough today. You turn over in your bed; earplugs do not help. You can hear the picture frames vibrating against your wall. I guess he’s really giving it to her tonight. It had been a couple of weeks since he had someone over.

It felt like you blinked and it was morning. As you rushed out the front door, you saw Sehun standing shirtless over the kitchen sink guzzling down orange juice from the carton.

“Thirsty?” You say to him, his back toward you.

He jolts and turns around. You can see your reflection in his brown eyes as he focuses on you. Then the muscles in his arms relax once he realizes who just sneaked up on him.

“I bought that! At least use a cup!” You raise your voice at him but then you start to giggle. He looks at you, confused, his eyes getting larger. He sets the carton down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He was about to speak but, in a flash, you closed the front door behind you.

What just happened? Why did I laugh? Why did I abruptly leave?

These and more questions continue to fog your mind as you walk to work. Not a place you wanted to be, but who really wants to be? The job you had at the cafe was more convenient than anything. Just two and half blocks from your apartment.

You were always the first to arrive at the shop even though you were not a manager and yet, you had a set of keys. Other people found you to be reliable, trustworthy, responsible. You did not feel like any of those things. You had just started getting better with medication, therapy, et cetera. You felt like anything but a responsible adult.

You open the shop and about 10 minutes later your coworker, Jules, shows up. You start the coffee and baking pastries. Most of your morning shift passes uneventfully. That is until Jules said something to you about being cranky and needing to get dicked down.

The thought of sex hadn’t really been in your mind until your coworker happened to insult you. Maybe it was true. You had dated only one person but that lasted about a month. You had started talking at this party on campus. You had common interests with plenty to talk about but he stopped replying to your texts after he sent, “I need to find time for me and with school and work, I won’t have time for you. Maybe in the future?” It was completely out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but think that you were the problem. After that, dating never really happened for you. In high school, all the guys were either immature or only wanted to fuck. To be honest, you weren’t the prettiest in the school but neither were they. Who gives a fuck about looks. You do not exist to be ogled.

And that’s how you’ve come to really ponder what Jules said to you. In earnest, you try not to mentally talk yourself out of this decision. Maybe your giggle fit in front of Sehun was hiding a deep need within you.

Your shift ended without incident, except for a few shitty and moronic customers, and now you walk home. You feel your phone buzz in your purse that hangs over your shoulder. You stop walking to fish around in your bag. Finally you feel your silicone hotdog phone case and bring it in front of your face. A text from Sehun. It reads, “Hey. Not closing tonight so I’ll be home. Just to let you know in case you had plans at home.”

“You don’t have a girl that needs fingering?” You typed out sarcastically.

“Ha. Ha. Is that all you think I do?” He replies, the letters that make up his words have a hint of hurt in them.

You continue walking as you send a final text to him, “No. I was hoping you’d fuck them too. It was a joke. Be home soon.”

You hope your reply would let Sehun know to quit taking everything so seriously. But maybe it was you who was irritable. And bitter. Can’t forget bitter. You feel your phone buzz again and only read it as you’re turning your key into the front door lock, knowing it was Sehun.

You push the door open while looking down at your phone. Sehun’s text read: “Maybe I can show you sometime *winky face*”

You feel blood rush to your head as you make eye contact with Sehun who is sitting on the couch watching a movie. He turns to pick up the remote to pause the movie. He turns back to look at you. You’re still standing there at the front door, which is still open. You notice your slack jaw when Sehun clears his throat to say,

“Hey! How was work? You okay?” He asks in a low voice which is usually caused when he gets high.

You close your mouth to swallow. You grab your keys from the lock in the front door and shut it. You throw your purse and keys onto a nearby table and slide your shoes off.

You finally reply to Sehun’s question, hoping he didn’t notice your expression as you walked in.

“Same shit, different day. You know.” you say as you walk into the kitchen to grab a beer.

You plop down onto the couch with a huff. You stretch your legs out and place them on the coffee table in front of you. You pass a beer to Sehun, and he laughs and says,

“Aww, thanks!” in a very cheery tone, which catches you by surprise. He reaches to grab the beer from you, an empty seat in between you two.

Okay. I get it now. He is high. That explains that explicit text he sent to me. I really hope to fuck he did not see my face turn red while holding my phone.

You sigh and he reaches down to the coffee table to resume the movie he was watching before you came home.

“Yes! I love this one! And it just started!” You blurt out.

Sehun coughs and seems like he’s about to say something. You notice he just lit and hit a joint. He passes the joint to you and you lean closer to grab it. Your index finger touches his knuckles as you make the exchange. You quickly settle back to your space on the couch, hoping he didn’t see how awkward you felt, and you slowly drag on the joint.

Sehun looks over at you as you exhale smoke and start to cough a little. You take a swig of beer and as you are about to take another hit, you glance up and he is staring at you. You quickly dart your eyes from his to the TV screen and continue with your drag. You exhale again and begin to pass it back to Sehun. He grabs it from you, this time no little touches are exchanged.

You start to rise from the couch and Sehun asks, “Where are you going? I thought you liked this movie?”

“I do! I have to shower and change. I smell like rotten milk and tuna salad,” you say, walking away while untying your apron that was around your waist.

“I’ll be right back.” You say, chucking your apron near your purse, and you walked out of sight. You could hear Sehun mumble something and then laugh at something in the movie.

Once you hit your bedroom door, you slump your shoulders. You shut your door quietly and go to sit on your bed. You lean back on the bed with your feet on the floor. You look up at the ceiling fan and close your eyes.

The weed Sehun buys is always so strong. You feel like you could pass out right now. Your head starts to spin but you open your eyes. You finally pull yourself up off the bed to head into the bathroom.

Unfortunately, sharing a bathroom with a guy is the worst. You have made the best of it since moving in together almost two years ago. You don’t keep much in the bathroom just in case someone needs it. I am just the best roommate, right?

While showering, your buzz from the weed starts really kicking in. Starting to feel paranoid, you shower as quickly as possible. You swear you hear the bathroom door creak. The lock on the bathroom door has been hit or miss ever since you and Sehun threw a party a couple of months back. The landlord has been lax about getting it fixed. At any rate, the door could have creaked when the air conditioning turned on.

Back in your shower reverie, you begin to think that it was awfully coincidental that Sehun had just started that movie as you arrived home. It’s what friends do, right?

Dry, dressed, and still buzzed, you return to your space on the couch. Sehun was too busy texting on his phone to notice your return. As he finishes his text, he takes a cursory glance at you, then places his phone face down on the coffee table. He looks back over at you as he reaches for his beer. After swallowing a sip, he says to you, “What are your plans tonight? I never got a reply from my text.”

You slump down in your seat, trying hard to disappear. You fidget a bit before replying, “No, not tonight. You know me. I never have plans.”

“I didn’t want to assume, so I thought I’d ask,” Sehun says sincerely.

“Thanks. Really. So, where’s your booty call tonight?” You ask with your voice getting quieter as you reach the end of your question.

Just then, Sehun’s phone buzzes. He reaches and turns the phone face up. He looks contemplative as he types a reply. You really do not want to be nosy, but you felt like you had a close enough relationship with him, that you just had to ask,

“You okay? Even without drugs, I haven’t seen you look this glum”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just stuff. My friend is having a rough go of it.”

“Care to elaborate? You know, I am your friend, and have been for 5 years. I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I really need to sort this out on my own,” he says in a kind, yet serious manner.

“Well, the offer stands,” you say with a smile as you focus back onto the movie playing.

You start fidgeting with the drawstring on your sweatpants, trying hard to not make things even more awkward between you and Sehun. He seems to still be lost in thought which then makes you start wondering who he was texting and what could be going on. He knows he can confide in you or ask for your advice, he has in the past, not sure why he’s being evasive all of a sudden.

Okay, now the munchies have kicked in and you ask Sehun if he’d like a snack from the kitchen as you rise to your feet.

Sehun says, “Oh yeah! Those spicy crispy things you got from the Mexican bodega!” His eyes light up with excitement as you turn to walk to the kitchen.

You return to the couch and toss the bag over to him. He catches the bag with one hand and gives you a surprised look.

“Whoa there! I almost spilled my beer catching that!” Sehun blurts out and you give a half-hearted apology as you open up a packet of mixed nuts.

While piling some cashews in your mouth, Sehun looks over at you and says, “Hey, do you want to grab something to eat tonight? Maybe delivery? I hadn’t planned on what to eat and these snacks are already making me hungry for dinner.”

As you finish chewing you say, “Sure, delivery sounds fine. I’m sick of being around people after my 10 hour shift.”

“Yes, understood. Even me though?” Sehun says and he takes another swig of his beer.

The corners of your mouth slowly turn to a smile and you look at Sehun while your eyebrows go up. Still grinning, you say, “It’s different! You’re not people. You know what I mean. You’re you and I don’t mind being in the same space as you. It’s nice.”

Was this the weed talking or was I getting a buzz from the beer? Or both? Or was this something else entirely? Maybe Jules was right, I need to get laid.

You quickly look down at your now empty hands after having placed the bag of nuts on the table. Again, you fiddle with your drawstring pants not really knowing what to say or where to look even though one of your favorite movies is playing. You catch a quick glimpse of Sehun sitting to your right and the other end of the couch. He smoothly sweeps his fingers through his bangs and pulls them back showing off his forehead for a split second until his hair falls back into place. You snap your head forward to watch the movie and you see Sehun turn his head toward you in your periphery. You hope giving yourself whiplash wasn’t at all obvious to Sehun as he suddenly says, “I enjoy being with you as well.” You glance over toward him. You both lock eyes and time seems to crawl. The intensity is broken when Sehun then starts to make this noise he always makes when something is awkward. It sounds like a mix between a dying bird and a grunt.

“Sorry for getting sappy and introspective and shit. I’m kinda high, if you couldn’t tell,” you say and start loudly laughing.

Sehun sits upright on the couch, now aware of his shitty posture, and starts laughing along. “Nah, no way. Couldn’t tell at all.” Sehun says this and puts the bag next to his beer on the table. Your laughter dies down and the silence becomes deafening. The movie playing doesn’t seem to register in your ears.

He breaks your daydream with a question. “Any ideas for delivery? Pizza? Chinese?”

“Oh, either. Or Both. Really, order whatever and I’ll stuff my face,” you say dryly but in a sarcastic tone. Sehun chuckles at your answer and grabs his phone from the table and starts scrolling.

You glance over and see Sehun’s phone screen being reflected in his eyes. You think, wow his eyes are

“Okay, I ordered 2 pizzas and ramen. Sound good?” Sehun says as he completes the order and sets his phone down on the table again. You both stare blankly at the TV as Sehun then lights up another joint. He never smokes this much. What is going on with him? You want to ask again but don’t want to force him to say something he doesn’t feel comfortable saying.

You bend to move your legs to lay on the couch. Your feet take up the empty seat in between you and Sehun. He glances over towards you and back to the TV. He has his elbow propped on the armrest of the couch with his head in his palm. You pipe up after noticing he’s beginning to shrink into himself, “Hey, you really okay? You feeling alright? You never order pizza unless you’re stressed.”

He sighs, “I am…please don’t get upset. I invited my friend over for dinner tonight. I don’t want him to be alone. This girl he was seeing dumped him…and—,” you cut him off, “You don’t have to explain. I’m not upset. You’re a good friend.”

He sits up and turns his chest toward you, “Really, it’s okay?”

You smile, “Honestly. I’ll just eat fast and make myself scarce.”

“You really don’t have to. I think being around people will take his mind off of her. Please stay? We can watch something funny, get high, and sink into the couch,” he begs and leans toward the table to take a swig from his beer bottle.

“Sure. I will,” you start to sit up, leaning against the pillows pressed haphazardly along the back of the couch. He looks over at your sudden weight shift.

“Who is he? What’s his name,” you ask Sehun, trying not to sound completely clueless when he arrived.

“He works in the kitchen at the restaurant. His name’s Kyungsoo. He’s hilarious, but may seem serious at first. Also, he’s been quite depressed. So try not to be super self deprecating tonight,” he says and begins to chuckle.

“I’m not that bad, am I?” You ask rhetorically, a huge smile across your face, not taking his words too seriously.

There’s a lull in the conversation, as he grabs the remote, scrolling through streaming services, looking for a movie to put on once the food and Kyungsoo arrives.

You suddenly feel the blood rush to your face and your heart beating through your chest. It’s not like you were scared of men, quite the opposite. It was just a change of routine. You like predictability, schedules, and the mundanity that comes with a quiet, simple life. That, and meeting new people, even if he is Sehun’s friend, still makes you nervous and self conscious.

You have to understand that you’ve never crossed “that line” in your friendship. You’ve been wasted together, around other people and alone. It’s been the same, no weirdness. Just flirty jokes here and there and accidental physical contact. You’ve sometimes wanted a hug, just to feel safe, during a difficult time in your life. But you’ve never wanted to jeopardize your relationship with Sehun—strictly friends. Just then the doorbell rings.

Sehun didn’t seem to hear it, and so you stood to answer the door. As you turn and pull the knob, you see a meek yet serious person standing in front of you. He stands half a foot taller than you, with big round eyes, dark brown. He’s wearing black track pants with a large olive green sweatshirt that hangs from his broad shoulders. And lastly, a beanie topping his head, covering his forehead yet showing his thick eyebrows.

You’re frozen, trying not to make it obvious that you’re gawking at the stranger standing in your doorway. You snap yourself out of it, bowing your head toward him, “Come in, please.” You clear your throat and as you’re about to close the door once Kyungsoo walks through the threshold, another person is seen walking up to your door.

You immediately greet the deliverer, smiling, “Thank you. Have a good night.” You grab the pizza boxes, balancing them on your palm, grabbing the bag that contained the ramen. You push the door closed with your foot and walk into the kitchen shouting, “Guys! Perfect timing!” You hear a deep voice in the living room ask, “Can I help you with that?” He walks behind you grabbing the pizza boxes with both his hands, unburdening you. He introduces himself and you reciprocate.

After the greeting, you yell toward the living room, trying to get Sehun up off the couch. “Just a minute! I was adding some cool stuff to our favorites! Coming!” He yells back. Then, you hear his excited feet shuffling into the kitchen. Kyungsoo’s face is elated, eyes disappearing behind his smile. You notice a smirk, but just barely. His full lips spread across his face. He looks down at the table quickly, hiding his reaction.

You all crowd around the table which was filled edge to edge with food, plates, and drinks. There’s hardly any talking as you’re all enjoying the meal, except for an occasional ‘mmmm’ or ‘this is so good,” but not much else. Sehun begins to groan, rubbing his stomach, eyebrows furrowed, “Damn, I’m stuffed. I can’t. I’m done.” You start to lose it and laugh at Sehun being dramatically full, leaning back in his chair. You nod your head in agreement, “Yes, who wants to go out for a smoke?” Kyungsoo nods and stands up immediately lowering his gaze. What a sight. His deep brown eyes are mesmerizing.

Shit, Sehun opted not to join you two, instead choosing to pour himself a stiff drink. He heads to the kitchen as Kyungsoo follows behind you to the tiny balcony. It hardly holds a small potted plant and a chair. You press yourself against the railing, giving Kyungsoo enough space. He slides the glass door closed. It was gentle and quiet, in stark contrast to Sehun’s, which was loud and rough. You are able to feel it through the wood floors in your living room. If you couldn’t tell, it’s annoying. In all honesty, you don’t think Sehun realizes it’s that loud as he slams it closed.

You’re standing shoulder to shoulder. You both pull out your respective cigarette packs, lighting up, and puffing. You place your foot up on the lower railing, resting your elbows on the top railing. Kyungsoo has one hand in his pocket, the other pulling the cigarette from his lips to exhale smoke down toward his chest, some escaping his nostrils simultaneously. He flicks his cigarette ash off the side of the balcony, dragging once again. You’re seeing all of this from the corner of your eye. It’s difficult to see even that, but god his he so fucking attractive.

Heat begins to flow to your cheeks again. You immediately feel hot in the frosty night. You turn your neck in his direction in an attempt to break the ice, “Sorry, I’m kinda uncomfortable around people I’ve just met.” He nods in agreement, “I get it. I’m the same way. Plus, I’m going through a breakup, in case Sehun didn’t already run his big mouth.”

“Sorry. Yeah, I’ve heard. But that’s all. Just a breakup,” you say innocently. You stub your cigarette out and slide the door back open. Kyungsoo follows you, turning to close the door. You take your cardigan off and make yourself comfortable on the couch next to Sehun. Kyungsoo sits on your left, Sehun to your right. You all begin to swap stories and laugh together, thanks to the sticky weed.

Sehun puts a movie on and the laughter grows. Joyful noises and jokes echo throughout the living room. At one point, during a fit, you instinctively begin to slap your hand down on Sehun’s leg. Then it became Kyungsoo’s thigh. You lose your breath and begin to heavily draw air into your lungs, a snort emitting from your nose. This makes you laugh harder and the two guys begin to lose it. They’re clapping their hands, giving each other high fives, which causes you to lean back, since you’re in between them, avoiding collision with your face.

Giggles and throaty laughs continue until you fall asleep with your head resting on Sehun’s shoulder. His head is tilted and rests on the back of the couch, snoring. A loud noise from the movie must have awoken Sehun when he noticed you asleep against him. He carefully frees his arm that was trapped beneath you. He places your head on a pillow, trying hard not to wake you. Sehun then notices Kyungsoo also passed out, his head resting at the other end of the couch.

He shrugs and leaves you both there. He turns the TV off and heads of to his room, shutting off any lights on his way.

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

[dks-smut]

Sorry everyone. I had planned to post the first part of the Kyungsoo x f!reader x Sehun fic but the holidays are hellish. It’s coming, don’t worry!

Also, thanks for the kind words y’all have sent to me! And for the requests, it’s very helpful and keeps the momentum going!

<3

-S.

[dks-smut]

Well plot #3 just barely won. Numbers 2 and 3 were neck and neck for most of the week.

I have about 3k words so far. Hope to post by the weekend. Thanks all you horny folks for voting!

Hi!! Hope you are doing fine.

I am loving your work. So, I am just asking.....

Can you do a D.O. X f! Reader X Sehun fanfic? Maybe casual threesom or friends with benefits, with loads of smuts!? 😈 (Tbh I find this sexy due to their height difference 😌)

Or if you are not comfortable with it, then maybe kind of love triangle, angst and smut?

Okay, this shit is hot! I never thought of this combo. It’s warping my mind right now. Thank you!

I have three scenarios. Let me know which I should write.

#1

Best friends with Kyungsoo and Sehun

Kyungsoo likes you more than a friend.

You get too friendly with Sehun

Kyungsoo gets jealous and shares his feelings

Sehun walks in on you and Kyungsoo

Threesome ensues with Kyungsoo being very possessive

#2

They are your best friends

Late night hangout ends in threesome

Kyungsoo has liked you more than a friend since the beginning

Kyungsoo gets jealous when you’re close to Sehun

Sulky and angsty Kyungsoo until he finally tells you how he feels

Sexy times with Kyungsoo

#3

FWB but they don’t know you’re fucking them both

Sneaking around and lying

Kyungsoo and Sehun find out

They teach you a lesson in public

They take out their anger on you for lying

Ask who fucks you the best

[dks-smut]

Hi!! Hope you are doing fine.

I am loving your work. So, I am just asking.....

Can you do a D.O. X f! Reader X Sehun fanfic? Maybe casual threesom or friends with benefits, with loads of smuts!? 😈 (Tbh I find this sexy due to their height difference 😌)

Or if you are not comfortable with it, then maybe kind of love triangle, angst and smut?

Okay, this shit is hot! I never thought of this combo. It’s warping my mind right now. Thank you!

I have three scenarios. Let me know which I should write.

#1

Best friends with Kyungsoo and Sehun

Kyungsoo likes you more than a friend.

You get too friendly with Sehun

Kyungsoo gets jealous and shares his feelings

Sehun walks in on you and Kyungsoo

Threesome ensues with Kyungsoo being very possessive

#2

They are your best friends

Late night hangout ends in threesome

Kyungsoo has liked you more than a friend since the beginning

Kyungsoo gets jealous when you’re close to Sehun

Sulky and angsty Kyungsoo until he finally tells you how he feels

Sexy times with Kyungsoo

#3

FWB but they don’t know you’re fucking them both

Sneaking around and lying

Kyungsoo and Sehun find out

They teach you a lesson in public

They take out their anger on you for lying

Ask who fucks you the best

[dks-smut]

Somebody… Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Kyungsoo x female reader

Rating: Mature, Explicit (Just fucking filthy)

Word Count: 6,500

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers.

Warnings: Teasing, name calling, degradation, edging, exhibitionism, orgasm denial. (No more spoilers! I’m depraved and embarrassed.)

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His flight wasn’t due to land until close to 1:00am. You’re twiddling your thumbs behind your desk, killing time until you get to lay your eyes on his face. To feel his lips and glide your nails through his hair. Ahh, this was too much to think about. You cross your legs to relieve some tension, feeling dampness in your panties. You breathe quietly through your lips, hiding your arousal from coworkers. You look down at your keyboard, you’re sure your cheeks are rosy and hot.

You send a thirsty text to Kyungsoo, “My wetness has ruined so many pairs of underwear.” He sends a string of swears then, “Baby, my dick hurts. I’m going kiss and fuck your pussy until you come over and over. Until I say you’re done.” You touch your breast, typing, “Please. Use me. See you soon.” You hope your monitor hid you well enough. Finally, Friday night is here; nervous and horny.

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You’ve denied yourself since the promise with Kyungsoo, settling for the warm shower stream. It’s always just a tease like the seam of your jeans rubbing against your clit when you sit down. Or the edge of the kitchen counter jutting into your pussy when you reach for a glass from a high shelf. Accidentally denying and teasing yourself in unexpected ways. Shaving your legs in the shower always causes you to drip profusely while one leg is propped up on the tub edge. Remembering him pushing you against these very same tiles, fucking your hot cunt and groaning loudly. Just taking what he needed, using you. These nasty memories cause your stomach to flip. You eek out a slight moan, the echo startling yourself.

You’re thinking of all the dirty things he’s going to do to you tonight. Denying you an orgasm or not letting you touch him. Calling you hot and upsetting names. Maybe you won’t let him penetrate you. Maybe just tease his tip. This should piss him off, enough for him to hurt you. Shit, you are cock drunk.

Being needy and denied makes you thoughtless. Just erotic scenarios repeating. The anticipation of knowing for the past week that you’re about to be dicked down by Kyungsoo causes your pussy to clench around nothing. Your clit has been engorged for a day which makes any sudden movement difficult. You decide on a green knee length cocktail dress, no panties and thigh high stockings. You’re meeting at his place again. He sends a text and a taxi appears in front of your apartment. This repeated and generous gesture makes you grin ear to ear.

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You love the smell of his apartment; it’s comforting. You open the door after knocking and hear his deep voice say, “Come in. Take off your shoes.” You’re not sure why he’s being terse. No hello or excitement in his voice. He didn’t greet you at the door, and above all else, no kiss. You had dreamt what it’d feel like to have his lips on yours again, and on your neck and nipples. You walk in and kick your heels off. It’s dark in his apartment save a table lamp. It’s illuminating an empty chair which is beside a sofa in the shadows. You see his knee hit the beam of light as he parts his legs wide and exhales.

You start to think he’s tired from flying and work so you ask, “Hey, are you okay? It’s dark. I can’t see you.” You start to shuffle in the dark towards the sofa. You’re quiet on the hardwood floor, your smooth stockings helping.

You hear him stir on the couch and say, “Yes. I’m fine.” You turn on another lamp, “Now, I can see you. I missed you!” As you’re running towards him to hug him, he puts his hand up, “No. Sit.” His hand moves to pat the seat next to him. Your eyes grow wide and you sit quietly with your head down. You feel like a little girl who did something wrong and now you’re being scolded. Your heart thumping out of your chest, “Is everything really okay? You don’t seem excited to see me.” He responds, never taking his eyes from yours, “I am. I’m afraid I’ll get carried away.”

“A simple hug and kiss won’t hurt you,” you offer.

“It will. I won’t be able to stop once I start kissing you.”

“You’re making yourself sound like a monster. It’s okay if you come fast. And I can help you get hard again.”

“I feel like a monster sometimes. Treating you like an object, no regard for your feelings and needs. It bears repeating, I’ve never been like this with anyone before. It’s a part I didn’t know I was hiding.”

You grab his shoulder and slide your other hand to his nape, getting closer. “Please take what you want. Do whatever you want to me.” Your deep gaze on his eyes drops to his lips, causing you to lick your own.

“I’ll make you beg,” he moans, pressing his bottom lip between his teeth, brushing his long bangs back, showing his forehead. “Are you sure?” He asks this as though you don’t understand what you’ve unleashed in him. He’s almost threatening you into making any other decision.

“Please just kiss me. I missed your lips,” you beg him, whining and scooting closer to him.

He’s wearing another one of his dark suits, paired with a white button up and tie. You pull him toward you by his necktie, your lips barely touching, hot breath breezing across each others’ faces. You grab the collar of his jacket, jerking him downwards to line his lips up better to yours. He cranes his neck back, still trying to resist his urges.

You drop your hands in your lap and look down, frustrated, “I get it. I know you missed me, but the way you’re acting makes me feel repulsive. Touch me. Kiss me. Please” The last few sentences come out in a high pitch whine. You sigh, looking down at your hands.

“Baby. I fucking want you so bad right now. I just don’t want to rush. Come here,” he grabs your waist to pull you toward him. He looks down at your form, “That dress is gorgeous on you. I’m sorry I haven’t changed out of my work clothes.” He’s rubbing his thumb across your hip, fingers smoothing over your waist. His lips part in awe, uncovering every curve of your figure, the low neckline giving way to the swell of your tits; your bra is just barely visible.

“Your suit is making me drip,” you grab his tie again and pull him even closer, interrupting him practically drooling over you. His eyes look up into your wanton gaze, eyelids heavy.

The kiss he plants on your lips is breathtaking. He literally stole the air from your lungs. His damp, thick, and soft lips engulf yours. His other hand grabs your jaw, caressing you with his fingertips. His light touches cause you to shiver and moan in his mouth.

Your tongues are enmeshed while he grabs onto your hip, being more forceful and needy. You place both hands on his face, falling into his lips completely. The fervor is palpable. You take heavy breaths, parting momentarily from him. You smash your lips back onto him, sucking his bottom lip with a nice wet sound emanating. Your parted lips kiss down his chin to his bobbing Adam's apple. Slowly moving until his shirt collar blocked your way. You whine and grab his tie, pulling it loose from the knot, and tossing it to the floor.

As you unbutton the first couple of buttons of his shirt, his palm reaches up to fondle your boob through your dress and bra. This causes you to stiffen and shiver, moaning out, “Baby, more.” He kisses you suddenly forcing his tongue into your hot mouth. You’re both panting and acting more and more desperate.

He takes control of you. Pinning your arms behind you, he picks up his tie, and starts winding it tightly around your wrists. “No touching,” he says as he finishes tying your hands up. “Not fair. I’ve been thinking about touching you for a week,” you moan out, thighs rubbing together. “You’ll be just fine. I’ll treat you with the utmost respect tonight,” his tone drops to a whisper, his deadly smirk making you freeze on the spot.

He notices you clenching your legs together. Another wicked idea forms as he presses you to sit back onto the sofa. Your chest arches forward and he begins to rub at your breasts. Your hips thrust up as he fondles you, getting more and more helpless. You emit quiet whimpers not resulting in anything coherent. You writhe back and forth, your hair obscuring your face. He delicately moves the meandering strands from your features, “So much better. I love seeing you like this. So needy.” His fingers fall behind your ear and land on your hair pooling at your shoulders. He yanks a handful back, causing your neck to jerk back. You’re staring at the ceiling now, shadows dancing. You moan out loud, the tension in your neck causing a guttural noise.

You’re still begging him, “Please,” as he loosened his grip on your hair. Your neck straightens when you focus on the floor to ceiling windows in the living room. They were the same as in his bedroom. At the angle the sofa sat, anyone across the way could see you. Only glowing TVs are noticeable through your watery eyes. He places his hand on your thigh, “Please what? Tell me,” fingers ghosting over your black stocking.

“Give it to me,” you beg. His hand sneaks under your dress, sliding up slowly. He stops where your stocking ends, he can feel the hem is satiny and taught around your upper thigh. He groans and bites his bottom lip, “Give you what?” You squirm around, your feet hitting the floor causing thuds to rise over your heavy breaths. His hand goes higher and stops when he feels that you're not wearing panties. He twists his left palm to stroke his middle finger up your little slit.

He pushes his head into the crook of your neck, “Is this what you want? I bet it’s something that a certain asshole from your work could never give you.” You yelp out small whines, mostly from the pleasure he’s barely giving you. Some of it due to shock at his dirty statement. “Uhhh, what?” You are hardly able to articulate yourself, his finger still teasing your shaking lips.

He lets out a strong laugh, “Aw you’re so cute like this. You can’t even speak coherently.” His middle finger pushes through your puffy lips, feeling your slick drip down. Your throbbing clit aches for his touch. You beg again, “Pl—, -ease… I—I want you. That guy is nobody.” His tongue dips behind your ear, “Not as much as I want you.” He chuckles, “And you really have no idea how that picture of him touching you affected me. Still affects me,” he ends by moving in close, staring at you like he wanted to hit you and fuck you at the same time.

“I swear, I’m yours only,” you beg as he presses his finger onto your clit. “I’m going to punish you and you’ll be begging me to stop,” he says as his lips peck your cheek. You’re both still fully dressed with his tie around your wrists. Your pussy is dripping onto his knuckles as he’s massaging your labia. He then lands on your clit to only lift his hand to slap it. Your hips jut forward and you moan out, “Holy fuck, yes! More!” He touches his fingertip to your entrance making you shake and your toes curl. The looks and sounds you create make him emit a low growl, “Not yet,” he continues circling your clit with even more pressure. He knows you’re close when he feels your clit flex repeatedly. “Please, I’m so close,” you yell out, opening your eyes to meet his lustful stare.

His hair falls into his eyes due to his hand’s rapid movement on your clit. He uses his right hand to brush it back off his forehead. This beautiful sight had you getting even closer to snapping. You’re still wriggling and whining, repeating Kyungsoo’s name over and over with each exhale. Just as you’re finally about to come, stomach tightening, calves flexing, he takes his hand out from under your dress.

“Fuuuckk. Please baby. Please,” you beg, pulling at the tie around your wrists. “No. I have to punish you for what you did. Letting another man put his hands on you,” he says, standing up from the couch. He looks down where you sit, your knees together, legs swaying. You look up at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “I’m sorry. You should have been there with me. I could have sucked your dick in the bathroom,” you smirk. Then in a moment you whine again, “Baby I was just about to come, touch me, please!”

“You’re being dirty. I want you to remember that you belong to me. I get to control when you come,” he lowers his scowl as you sulk on the sofa. Feeling frustrated you blurt out, “I didn’t do anything with him. I kept pushing him away. Can’t you let this go?” He adjusts his posture and takes his jacket off. He begins to fold his sleeves up to the elbow and chortles, “Did you wear panties under your skirt that night? Or were you looking to get drunk and fucked?”

“Do you think I’m that much of a slut? You’re starting to hurt my feelings,” you protest. He starts to unzip his slacks, freeing his hard dick and says, “You didn’t answer my question, darling.” As you’re staring at his veiny dick you quietly respond, “I did wear some, please. I went out to have some fun, but not get fucked. I was too busy dreaming about making you come. I missed you and only thought of you. I swear.”

After you’ve said your piece, Kyungsoo walks toward you, holding his hot and erect dick. He doesn’t say a word, just locking eyes with you. He places his other hand on the back of your head. He taps his tip to your lips, then rubs it around while moaning. Without a second of hesitation, his hips move back and he thrusts his cock in your mouth. “Shiiit. I missed your mouth on my dick,” his throat rattling while clenching his eyes shut. You hum in response which causes him to jolt. He’s motionless, letting you decide the speed and depth. He’s watching you with adoration at how noisily and sloppy you suck on him. “Your mouth is perfect,” he grunts, then adds, “Your pussy is even better,” now smirking.

His deep brown eyes open again to see drool running down your mouth. He puts more pressure on the back of your head which startles you. He forces almost his whole dick in your mouth at once. You can tell he’s getting more desperate to come. You begin to gag as tears fall down your cheeks. He’s at full throttle thrusting his dick into your mouth, making deep grunting sounds. His dick hits the back of your throat which causes you to whine. Still fucking viciously he asks, “You can take it, right? A filthy slut like you should be able to. Show my neighbors how well you suck my cock.” This causes you to panic, forgetting the curtainless windows. Your eyes move toward the windows, trying to see if anyone is watching. Just then, his dick begins to twitch and throb at the shaft, you know he’s close to coming. His cock is getting thicker and makes your jaw sore and tight as you’re barely able to breathe.

“Oh that’s right. You can’t answer. Your mouth is too full,” he winces and grunts, panting loudly. As you feel him about to come, he lets out the sexiest and deepest moan and suddenly, moves his hips back and pulls his cock from your mouth. Strings of saliva connect from your mouth to his shaft. You’re both trying to catch your breath. Kyungsoo looks even more angry than earlier. “Baby, I wanted to taste your come,” you look up at him with an innocent stare. “I’m not coming until I make you come first, which may be awhile. I wanna play with you and deny you until you beg me over and over,” he says as he moves strands of hair from your face. Your pussy aches at his dirty words, now dripping onto his sofa.

“Let’s see how wet you got,” he says with his hard dick still protruding from the opening in his pants. He takes another step toward you and leans over you. His hand goes to your knees and opens them forcefully. Still struggling against your restraints, he pushes you, straightening you against the backrest of the couch. Your legs open even more, your feet no longer able to touch the floor. “Please untie me. I wanna touch you,” you mumble out, still writhing.

Not answering, Kyungsoo reaches his hand back under your dress, touching your labia softly. “I see gagging on my dick made you drip even more,” he says with a tight-lipped smile. “Or was it the fact that someone was watching us? You like being treated like a little slut, don’t you?” Forming a coherent sentence isn’t working, so you just look up at him and nod frantically. He’s now barely touching your engorged clit, sliding up and down. Each time he puts a bit of pressure on your entrance, you instinctively close your legs. “Open. You like when I tease your pussy?” he asks while lowering himself, kneeling on the floor in front of you. All you can do is arch your back and nod.

You’re now deeply gazing into each other’s eyes while Kyungsoo massages your needy pussy. Your dress is still covering you which makes your insides flip. This reminds you of the first time you met him. He ghosted his fingers up your skirt at a bar, a total stranger. You blurt out, “Everytime. Especially when you fondled me at the bar.” He raises one eyebrow at you and says, “Oh, so you like it when people watch? The bartender definitely noticed.” He continues his ministrations on your vulva and adds, “Fuck baby, you are drenched.”

Your gaze goes down to his still rock hard dick. You want to touch it, you want it inside you. He sees the way you’re looking at him and where you’re looking but doesn’t let up on your pussy. He starts stroking his dick with one hand and circles your clit with the other. You’re both panting and moaning. You start to whimper louder at him while watching his veiny forearm moving under your dress.

You see a flash of light in your periphery, causing your head to turn toward the windows. Your blurry vision is making it difficult to discern shapes and forms. Maybe someone was watching you. Maybe they took a picture. These thoughts cause you to gush even more resulting in Kyungsoo saying, “Eyes on me baby. You checking to see if anyone is looking?” The speed of his fingers on your clit makes you throw your head back. Now you’re moaning and moving your hips up and down, wanting to make his fingers go faster. You take deep breaths and look into his dark wanton eyes, “Yes, baby. I want them to see how you make me come. See how wet I am for you. I’m so close.”

Your movements are more rapid and desperate, matching the rhythm of his hand. He’s still death gripping his cock, you’re convinced he’s going to come all over you and your pretty dress. Your yelps get louder and louder, “Kyungsoo! Pll-leeease. Let me come on your hand!” Just as you lift your weight from the couch, about to snap, he stops again. “Fuuuck! You can’t,” you yell out to him. He just grins and places a hard slap on your clit, causing you to jerk and yowl. More tears come streaming down your face as he takes his hand away from your clenching pussy yet again.

He stands up, towering over you, and starts to jerk off. He seems to be getting more aroused after denying and edging you for the second time. “I can. And I did,” he says in a flat tone. He strokes himself quicker until he can’t edge himself any longer. “Shit. I almost came,” he says as he tries to place his raging dick back inside the opening in his pants. You’re in shock right now. The way he’s speaking to you, treating you, making sure his neighbors watch, making you so dripping wet and not letting you come.

Once he’s done zipping himself up, he comes closer to you. He closes your legs and has you sit forward on the couch. He begins untying your wrists very slowly, with purpose. You are finally able to place your hands in front of you, your shoulders aching. He soothes over your wrists now bearing red marks where you were rubbed raw in all your writhing and grinding. He softly fixes your hair so it’s not in your eyes and wipes away your tear stained cheeks. “It’s okay now baby. I think you learned a lesson. And I learned that you like to be watched and degraded,” he says and then places a hot kiss on your lips. As your tongues meet, he can taste himself and starts to moan.

He sits next to you on the couch after breaking away and says, “Your mouth tastes like my dick. That’s so fucking hot.” You finally reach out for him, placing your hands anywhere and everywhere. His face, his chest, his dick straining in his pants, and then embrace him in a comforting hug. As your head rests on his shoulder, squeezing him tightly you say, “You have corrupted me. I was never this slutty before. You like teaching innocent women to be whores?” He removes you from your embrace gazing into your eyes, “I didn’t realize you were so innocent. But I still have some things to teach you.” You begin kissing him again, his soft plump lips are irresistible.

“Please make me come. I need you,” you start to whimper while climbing onto his lap, locking lips again. His bulge is pressing into your bare cunt. He can feel your wetness soaking into his pants. He touches your thighs while sloppily making out, loving the feeling of your nylons. He grabs on your thighs harder and stands up. You lock your legs around his waist and whimper with surprise. You stop kissing him to see where he is taking you. You ask, “Where are we going?” He continues walking and with each sway his bulge knocks your pussy, causing small moans to emit from your throat.

He reaches his bedroom and walks towards the bed, tossing you on it. You drop down flat on your back and move your legs up and open them wide. It’s only for a second, then you place the fabric of your dress in between your legs, hiding your dripping and drooling pussy from him. He notices this and snickers, “Not uh baby. Don’t hide, I know what you want. Don’t be shy now.”

He’s removing his button up shirt in the slowest, most painstaking way imaginable, just standing staring at you. You reach your arms out without saying anything, just whining and rocking your hips up and down. “Just a minute. You’re so impatient,” he says with a slight annoyance in his tone. “You teased me for so long and didn’t let me come! Of course I’m impatient!” you quip, not able to wait any longer.

You get up from the bed and start rushing to help him remove his pants and underwear. Once he realizes, he holds your wrists shaking his head, “No baby, let me. No touching or I’ll have to tie you up again.” Heeding his command, you look down and return to his bed. “Don’t sulk now,” he says, throwing his shirt to the floor. God, his fucking body was perfect. His skin, a nice tan, glistens with beads of sweat. You want to put your mouth all over him, your hands lightly scratching his ribs to see his reaction. You just sit there and sigh while watching him ever so slowly undress. Once his pants pool around his ankles, your eyes brighten, knowing you’re about to witness his hot throbbing cock.

Once his cock is free, you can’t help but stare, not caring if he notices. You start massaging your breast while ogling his body. He smiles and gives you a sweet but passionate kiss. You wrap your hands and legs around his waist while he’s still standing over you. He starts to unzip your dress, lowering it over your chest, exposing your lacy black bra. He moves a strap down your shoulder, finally revealing your breast. He immediately starts to grab at it and pulls your nipple, still placing smothering kisses to your lips.

He grabs your thighs and drags you to the edge of the bed. He moans aloud seeing the sight of your bare and dripping pussy. He frees your arms from your dress and bra, sliding it down to your waist. He then flips the bottom of your dress up bunching in a band with the top. He’s obviously too worked up to properly undress you. He strokes his dick and places the tip over your slit, collecting your slick. He places light smacks to your pussy with his heavy twitching cock. You’re moaning and writhing, “Baby, please give it to me. I need your cock.”

He places his bulbous tip to your tight opening, “I got you, it’s okay.” He slowly works the tip in your pussy, feeling your wetness cover you, glistening. He’s teasing you over and over with his tip only, barely thrusting. You try to buck your hips to bury more of his dick into you. His hands come to both hips and hold you tightly to the bed, unable to move. Keeping you still, he buries more inches into your clenching cunt. You moan uncontrollably, head thrown back, “Ow baby! It’s too much!” He grunts and halts his movements, “You’re dripping wet. You can handle it.”

He fucks more of thick cock into you, each time you whine and try to pull yourself away from him. His grip on you prevents you from moving at all. He comes down to your face, placing his mouth to your ear whispering, “You’re not going anywhere. You can take it.” Your arms start pushing at his chest, then hitting his thighs. No matter how you struggle, he thrusts more of himself into you. He’s unable to bury himself completely, you’re not open enough, still tense and frightened. In the struggling and writhing, you fuck your pussy on to him not meaning to, causing a loud grunt.

He releases your hips and holds your knees wide. You moan and more tears stain your red cheeks. “You’re too big,” you yell out and his hips still, dick throbbing in your pussy. He gives you a devilish grin and starts moving his hips slowly back and forth, stretching you out and says, “Shit, your pussy is clenching so hard. You took it before.”

You whine and start humping to meet his thrusts. Since he’s holding your legs open, you start caressing your clit. “I’m gonna come on your dick!” You yell out and start moving faster. He takes the hint and rails into you. He looks at you, his bangs obscuring his eyes and thick eyebrows, unable to read his expression in the dim light of his bedroom. He looks down at your tight pussy lips wrapping around his cock, sucking and throbbing around him. He can notice his dick is covered by your white slick, ending in a ring, showing him how deep you can take him.

While he’s hypnotized by your pussy being stretched, his face shifts lower, his features disappearing altogether. He thrusts even deeper into you, giving you slower strokes. This becomes too much, you can feel every vein and twitch in his cock, filling you tighter, stretching you more. Your head flies back and your arms stretch out to touch his chest, “I’m coming!” He holds your legs back and tries not to come, affected by your thrashing limbs and constricting pussy. Your eyes shut tight, seeing kaleidoscope-like patterns behind your lids.

While shivering and moaning from your orgasm, Kyungsoo never lets up, still thrusting into you. Your pussy flexing on his dick takes him over the edge, he groans slack-jawed and pulls himself from your pussy. He unloads on your mound and pussy lips, some landing on your stomach and dress, as he grunts and strokes more come onto you.

You’re still shaking from coming and then feeling him come onto you just made it last longer. Without a lull, he fucks his come-covered cock back into you. Your eyes open wide, focusing on his face. His pupils are blown wide, a primal need. The noises you both emit are so fucking hot and needy. He really starts to pound into you, neither of you are able to recover from your orgasms.

After so much buildup, he can’t stop, he needs to feel you around him so badly. “Fucking god, baby. I can’t stop. I need your pussy always. You feel so good around my dick,” he says with heavy eyelids, grunting each time he penetrates you.

“Give it to me now. I want more,” you whimper as he pumps into you even faster. He places his hands on your shoulders, rocking you down into his cock. You hold your legs back and crane your neck down to take a glance at his dick. It’s sticky with each other’s come, creating wet, sloppy noises.

He’s fucking into you and pressing you down onto him, meeting in the middle, using you like an object. His head tilts back with a look of ecstasy, moaning deeply, “You’re going to make me come again.” He thrusts more and more until his hips go farther back, making his dick fall from your pussy. He whines out and humps his cock over your slit, coming all over you again.

When the come hits your chest, spurting a greater distance, you start to writhe and then giggle. You’re in disbelief at how much there is and how quickly he came again. “Holy fuck baby. You’re unbelievable. Missed me huh?” you ask while batting your eyelashes at him. He’s trying to catch his breath and holds onto his dick, slapping and smearing his come around your pussy lips.

Your body jerks and your eyes flinch at the feeling. You moan and smile up at him. He meets your stare, his eyes are dark and dreamy. He places his tip near your entrance and starts rubbing it in circles, trying to fuck you again. You jerk again due to oversensitivity, whining out. “It’s okay. I denied you, now I will overstimulate you,” he whispers into the silent room.

He thrusts into you without warning causing you to yell out. Your cunt is still dripping and wrapping tight around him. “How are you still so tight? Sluts aren’t supposed to be,” he says while fucking into you with desperate strokes. Your pussy clenches at the words that just fell from his amazingly plump lips. He is so sexy and mysterious, especially in the low light. Your inner slutty thoughts invade; you hope you are being watched. It’s like he’s a stranger that broke in and decided to have his way with you. He’s not speaking much but when he does he’s either praising or degrading you. There’s no inbetween.

Your legs go up onto his shoulders, his dick pressing into new places within your cunt. He’s massaging your breasts, pulling at your nipples, still fucking you as hard as he can. Moaning out louder, yet deeper, “I’m going to come inside your pussy, it’s just too pretty.” You yelp and start twitching, arriving at the end before you snap. Your grunts turn into yells, feeling his cock driving all the way in and stills. You’re coming all over him again, gyrating your hips, making your pussy fuck onto him. His dick throbs again, causing him to get thicker, and squirts his come into you. He’s so deep inside and moaning and delicately fondling your tits. He moves his body lower, feeling his lips yours, just breathing heavily into each other.

You can feel his dick release more come into you, each time you both moan out in harmony. “I love feeling you come deep inside me,” you mumble before pressing your lips to his. His lips move harder and quicker once they meet yours, desperate to feel you moan into his mouth. He’s propped up on his elbow above you, just kissing you passionately, still hard inside you. He starts to lightly thrust his come into your pussy. You gasp out and hear how your pussy squelches around his dick. You can feel so much wetness and come squish around your thighs and in between your chests.

You have been completely fucked dumb and used. He has come on you twice and in your pussy once. Now he’s fucking his load deeper inside, while making out with you and using his come as lube. It’s not as if you haven't had a fountain between your legs since walking through his door. “All of this come for me?” you ask him and wiggle your hips, causing his dick to grow in your pussy. “You’re just cock hungry aren’t you? At first you couldn’t take it, now you can’t get enough,” he says, still barely moving his hips.

He straightens back up, standing above you, rubbing his hands up and down your soft legs. He flips you over onto your stomach. He gropes your pussy and smacks your ass with his wet fingers. You moan out, “Fuck.” You clench your thighs tighter and start whining, hips moving in circles. He’s slapping each cheek harder causing you to yelp. Your ass stings and burns as you’re gradually moving up toward the pillows, away from his angry palm.

You feel his weight sink onto the bed and slowly straddle your legs, his dick snapping against your ass. He pries your cheeks apart to see his come oozing from your used hole. “You said you needed to come. I’m just helping,” he says while pressing his thumb on his tip forcing it into your pussy. His tip pops inside and you release a guttural yell. He’s fucking you into the mattress which is helping his thrusts bounce back.

With your legs together, you can feel every part of his throbbing cock rubbing and stretching you. He’s huffing and puffing with each stroke, his hair damp falling into his face. You’re tugging and punching the pillows above your head as you try to lift your hips from the bed. His weight keeps you still and he begins to pump faster and faster. You start to shiver and your toes curl. He recognizes this as a sign that you’re close, always quietly observant.

His pupils are blown out as he moans and ruts into your clenching pussy. With his new pattern of strokes, hitting a new spot inside you, you yelp, “-Soo… I’m coming again, oh god!” He doesn’t slow down through your orgasm. You keep whispering his name and expletives as you’re still convulsing and whining. His cock pummels faster than ever. He grabs onto your hair and pulls down, causing your back to arch. “Shit baby, keep coming on my dick,” he says as he’s now about to come for the fourth time tonight.

The feeling of being filled up by him again makes your orgasm never end. You feel waves washing over you with each spurt of his cum. Your pussy is still contracting, milking him until empty. He grunts each time he spills into your tight pussy then moans out a loud exhale, this repeated over and over. Your clit is flexing as he’s still fucking into you. He wants to fuck all of his come deep inside, none of it wasted. His hips halt, but his dick penetrates you.

He lets go of your hair, allowing your chest to fall to the bed. You huff out and your pussy throbs, causing him to grunt. He gives you a few more little pumps. You both whine when he pulls his come-covered dick from your used pussy. His come begins dripping from your hole. He stares in awe as it leaks out, your pussy flexing each time. His fingers slide over your slit and he gathers some come. You turn your head to look over your shoulder, he puts his fingers in his mouth, moaning while sucking them dry. This is honestly the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed, and the dirtiest thing you’ve seen Kyungsoo do.

He smacks your ass causing you to whimper at the stings. He moves to lay next to you. You turn on your back, matching him, and place your head on his chest. He rubs his hand over your ribs and stomach, making you shiver. His open palm covers the expanse of your torso. His fingertips hit below your tits and his wrist below your navel. You feel so small next to him.

“Shit, baby. I’ve never come that many times in a row. You have the best pussy,” he whispers, kissing your head. “I was saving it all up for you,” he adds. You lovingly look up at him, blushing at his compliment. “I love that you treat me sweetly outside the bedroom and a whore inside it,” you smirk and rub your thumb on his bottom lip. Your hips move forward, touching his body and kissing him with fervor. Between breaths from kissing you can hear Kyungsoo say ‘baby’ and sexily sigh.

You’re still slick as Kyungsoo turns on his side facing you. You instinctively place your leg over him, your calf resting on his hip. You start rutting forward, your pussy lips hardly making contact with his hard, glistening cock. You moan, “I need more of you.” He smirks, thrusting toward you, “You can come on my dick again. Give me your pretty little pussy.”

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I know it ends too abruptly. Kinda blanking on what’s next. Any suggestions for further arcs? Where should it go next? Should I end it? Make a new fic?

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Somebody… Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 4

Pairing: Kyungsoo x female reader

Rating: Mature, Explicit

Word Count: ~5,800

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers.

Warnings: Teasing, name calling, degradation, phone sex, cheating(?)

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“Did you enjoy giving them a show?” you ask. He looks over to see a few TVs are still on from across the way. “I wonder how much they saw? Now they know you belong to me.” he grumbles. The only light in his room is one of those paper lanterns that stand about four feet tall. “I hope they saw all of it,” you smirk glancing over at him, red tinting his cheeks and ears.

While he’s still resting on the bed naked, you grab a blanket, wrap it around yourself, and head to his balcony to light up a cigarette. The night is quiet and empty. No engine noise, no car horns, and no chatter from pedestrians. It’s brisk and peaceful. As you’re exhaling smoke, your inner thoughts invade and you start to become self conscious. You start doubting yourself again. What does this man see in me? Will this be the last time? I’m sure he’s sick of me by now.

You’re startled by his hand grabbing your waist and he rests his other arm on the railing, taking a long look at the night view. He smiles at how romantic the city looks below, almost as if you’re the only two people in it. Your eyes meet his and his smile gets wider, hinting that you’re more beautiful than the view. You notice he put on a pair of sweatpants before meeting you, now you’re really nervous. He’s topless and my god, his physique is something else. His toned chest, especially his serratus anterior muscles, make you let out a moan.

“You are more beautiful than the night sky,” he says shyly as his arm goes from your waist to drape around your shoulder. “Please, you’re the one who’s taking my breath away,” dragging your cigarette again. “Do you want to spend tomorrow together? That is if you don’t have plans already,” he asks meekly. You smile and lean into him, “Yes let’s. What do you have in mind?” He takes the rest of your cigarette from between your fingers to take a puff himself, “I figured a nice breakfast somewhere then hang out by the river? I could bring my dogs.” He puts out the smoke and adds, “I just want to be with you.”

He ushers you back inside and climbs under the blankets, holding up the other side, waiting for you to slide in next to him. The hunger in his eyes is palpable when you throw the blanket off your shoulders and he sees your naked form. He grabs you so you’re closer and to feel your body. He fondles your breasts and you fall asleep with a smile.

As the dawn breaks, you stretch your legs and open your eyes. It takes you a minute to recognize your surroundings. You roll over and Kyungsoo is already awake, propped up on pillows with his phone. You grab onto his body and place your head on chest, “Good morning. Have you been up long?” You nuzzle your face in his chest sliding your hand over his stomach. As you do this, his gaze falls from his phone to look down at you. He groans a bit under his breath feeling your tits on him. “I haven’t been up long, didn’t want to disturb you,” giving you an endearing look.

“I just realized I don’t have anything to wear to breakfast. I guess I could wear my dress with my coat. I don’t have any underwear since a certain someone ripped them,” you roll your eyes as you sit up. He seems to be daydreaming into his phone when you snap him out of it, “Sorry. I’ll buy you more. I couldn’t help myself, you’re so hot,” he says and grabs your face to give you a deep kiss. He pushes you down playfully and hovers over you. He places hot kisses to your cheek and neck and down to your breasts, pinching a nipple. You whimper and writhe, “Baby, we have to get ready or it won’t be breakfast time anymore.” He reluctantly releases you but not before he kisses you one more time, a little fevered. “I know. I know. I can’t help it. I have zero self control around you,” he confesses as you both rise out of bed to get ready.

As you're dressing yourself and touching up your makeup, you see him slide on a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, with a brown corduroy jacket. It’s so simple, but again fucking sexy. He would look good wearing just about anything, he’s so effortlessly gorgeous.

His dogs yap for their breakfast and you can hear Kyungsoo pour out kibble that hits their ceramic bowls, then their nails on the wood floor, excited for their meal. You hear him speaking in a cute tone to his dogs, asking them about their night and if they had any dreams, half expecting the dogs to respond.

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As you both sit across from each other in a cafe, you ask him, “What’s good here? Any recommendations?” He sits up, fixing his posture to answer, “The omelets are delicious and so are their pastries.”

Just as you both order and the server walks away, Kyungsoo grabs his phone and takes a photo of you. You look up when you hear the shutter sound effect, “Seriously? I was just looking down at my phone? Is the top of my head that memorable?”

You smirk and then puff out a breath through your lips starting to laugh. He smiles brightly, looks down at the photo he took, and shakes his head. A boastful guiltiness. He glances quickly around the cafe looking for prying eyes and turns his phone toward you. Your eyes shoot left and right, and look down to pull your dress up to cover your breasts. He starts giggling and places his phone back down. “I knew it wasn’t the top of my head you were taking a picture of! I should’ve known! Out comes the real you,” you say dripping with sarcasm. “I’m so sorry. I could’ve flashed a child or a granny with delicate sensibilities!” you continue on as Kyungsoo cannot catch his breath. He’s laughing so hard, his eyes disappearing in a squint.

He slyly presses his tongue across his thick lips, wetting them. “I have another keepsake,” he winks at you. “By keepsake do you mean jerk off material?” You ask, half serious and half curious. His eyes grow wide, “You got me. I confess,” holding his arms up, “I mean sometimes I will use it for that, but mostly it’s to remind me that you exist when you’re not around. I pinch myself every time I see you from afar, coming towards me. Me, of all people,” he exhales, quivering at being vulnerable.

Just as you are about to speak, Kyungsoo’s phone buzzes again, this time causing silverware to clank on the table. His smile fades as he answers it immediately, “Hi sir. Yes, I can be there. I’m thirty minutes away. Thank you, sir,” the tone of his voice was deep and professional. He hangs up.

“Everything okay?” you ask hesitantly. “Fuck. I’m sorry. This never happens, but I’m needed at work. Another emergency. Deadlines need to be met,” his eyes are watery at the thought of not getting to spend the day with you. “That sounds important, please deal with work. When you’re done, you can tell me all about it,” you grin up at him, then you look down, feeling joyless.

“What is it you do anyway? It seems very high level,” you ask. “I’m a manager for an important CEO. He’s head of a major music label. It’s the end of the year mad dash. But it’s never been this bad, calling me on the weekends.” You grab his hand as he places his phone on the table, “It’s okay, really, go. At least get your food to go, you’ll need it. I’ll see you later.” He smiles down at you as he stands to leave. He comes around the table, grabs your nape and pulls you into a kiss. “See you soon. I can’t wait,” he says and blows you a kiss as he walks out of sight.

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At a loss for what to do now, you eat your meal alone and head back to your place. You shower and redress to go run errands, maybe pick up some groceries. While in the produce section you get a text from Kyungsoo, “So I won’t be back tonight. There’s a meeting I have to accompany the boss to.” Your heart sinks when you type, “We can see each other tomorrow then?” He doesn’t respond immediately so you finish up shopping and head home. You periodically glance at your phone but nothing yet from him.

Twilight is approaching as you throw together some dinner for yourself. Not really dinner, just some soup and a slice of bread. Your phone vibrates, “Apparently it’s an overseas meeting. I won’t be back until next Saturday night. I fly out in a few hours.” Then he sends another response, “I hate this. We just found each other. The next six days are going to last forever.”

You gasp knowing you’ll be without him for a week. You went your whole life without him and after knowing him for three days, you feel cheated. “They’ll fly by and plus we can facetime and call each other everyday. It’ll be like you never left,” you text him.

A smile flutters across his face and sends back, “I already miss you. Headed to the airport. Let’s talk tonight when I land.” You respond back, “Yes, I’ll look forward to it,” ending with a heart-eyed emoji.

You’re trying to keep your eyes open as you watch a movie on your couch. Every now again there’s a waft of his scent where he fucked you. You’re awaiting his call, you hope he doesn’t let you down, you need to hear his voice.

You doze off and awake due to your loud ringtone. You grab it and answer “Hey baby. How was the flight?” Your voice is raspy and low, filled with grogginess. “I’m sorry, did I wake you? It took awhile to get settled at the accommodations. You sound so cute when you’re sleepy,” he says in an erotic tone. This man, all he can think about is sex. But honestly, you probably think about it more, you just hide it better.

“Not uh!” you say in an annoyingly childish way. “Well, I feel like I should ask you what you’re wearing right now,” you say in jest with a touch of sexiness. He chuckles deeply, “You’re funny. It’s like we’re in a movie,” he laughs on the other end. “Yeah it’s the first thing that happens! Tell me please!” you beg, sitting up on your couch.

He breathes heavily into the phone, “I’m laying in a hotel bed with only my underwear on. How I normally sleep. Nothing to see here.” He chuckles a bit under his breath, “Now it’s your turn.” You immediately realize you’re in sweats that are old, and not sexy sleep clothes. Shit. You’ll sound so boring to him and then you’ll agitate him and he’ll disappear.

“I’m sure there’s lots to see,” you say excitedly. You continue on, “Okay. Don’t laugh. But I’m wearing ratty old sleep clothes. An oversized shirt and sweatpants with old stains and tears. Super arousing, I’m sure your mind is awash with nasty thoughts.” Your sarcasm is apparent then he asks, “Like the first time together at your place? You had on something similar. It drove me insane. I couldn’t make out your curves and shape under the huge shirt. It was doing something to me. What do you have underneath it?”

His voice drops an octave causing your cheeks to heat up. “Well, no bra and white cotton panties,” you mumble, a bit embarrassed. “Fuck, I bet your nipples are hard rubbing across your shirt,” he comes back, leaving you speechless. You’re not sure how to respond and you take a bit too long when he interrupts the silence, “You there?” You giggle, “Yes. I’m just thinking. Your mind is in the gutter. And as a matter of fact my nipples are always hard.”

“I could say the same, but you know, it’s my dick,” he quips. “Are you hard right now?” The tone you use is low and whispery. “Yes. Very. Could you touch your tits for me?” he asks delicately, not wanting to force you into anything you’re not comfortable with. You moan out softly, “I am now. I’m pinching and pulling them. It’s making me very horny.”

“Can I jerk off with you on the phone? Please. I want you so bad,” he groans, getting the last words caught in his throat. “Yes. Should I say dirty things in your ear?” you ask shyly. He responds, “Please. Fuck yes. And touch yourself.”

“I am. I have one hand in my panties. My fingers are already covered with my slick,” you say and put your phone on speaker. He whines and his breathing is getting quicker. “What are you imagining?” You curiously ask. “My hands on you. My tongue in your mouth. My dick in your aching and tight pussy,” he says labored as if he’s on a treadmill.

“Fuuuck,” you whine and continue massaging your clit. “I wish you could come on my body. I want to taste it,” you mutter and exhale hard. “Shit baby. Please. Is your pussy clenching around your fingers? My cock is leaking everywhere,” he sobs, his voice getting mor gravely

“Yes, baby, it is. I want you inside me so bad,” you cry getting closer to your release. You fondle your nipple and insert two fingers into your pussy. “I’m so close, baby. Please,” he says to which you return, “Me too. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I want you to come on your fingers,” he groans again and continues, “Then I want you to lick them clean. Shit.” You can hear his breath shake over the phone, sounding desperate. “Baby, I’m gonna come!” You yelp and he moans the same thing, “I’m coming, fuuuck!” He repeats this over and over until your name replaces it, coming all over his stomach. He’s trying to catch his breath now listening to you wail, “Babyyyy, I’m coming now!” Your chest is heaving. Your pussy gushes and clinches around your fingers. You’re shivering and moaning, slightly rubbing your clit. When you completely come down, you remove your fingers to do as he asked.

He can hear your lips smack and juices sloshing. “Baby, you are so hot. I wish it was me tasting your wetness,” he laments. “Your deep breaths and groans are fucking sexy. They did the heavy lifting,” you confide. “To tell you the truth, before I called you, I was looking at those dirty photos I took of you. I started touching myself and thought I needed to hear your voice. So much better than a picture,” he responds. “You know you recorded us? You could have watched those,” you say with an air of smugness. “I’m saving those for when it gets really bad. You know, when I’m in a public building bathroom stall or when you’re unable to answer your phone. Plus, you wouldn’t have had an orgasm with me tonight. You sound so pretty when you come,” he confesses.

“Well, that is a plus. I might send you something special, just for you. Be on the lookout,” you say, still shivering from coming. “Fuck baby. I have a busy day tomorrow. Now I’m not going to be able to sleep when you say things like that,” he says in a boyish tone. “You get some rest. I hope to talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams,” you finish. “Night baby,” his reverie overtaking him.

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A boring Sunday. One more day until it’s back to work. You decide to stay in cleaning your apartment. You take breaks here and there to eat. Then you start the laundry. Your sheets definitely need washing, they still smell like sex. Passing back and forth from your room to the washer, you see Kyungsoo’s suit jacket draped over the chair in your room. Thoughts of the first night you met replace the chores that need to be completed. You walk over and hold the jacket, inhaling hard. His scent is still potent and wafts around you. You press it to your face and hug around it, pretending his body occupies it. You smile internally, and decide on sending a text to him.

“How’s your day so far?,” you type out. Then another saying, “I realized I still have your suit jacket. It still smells like you.” He doesn’t respond immediately, I’m sure he’s inundated by work. “Just wait. I’m going to send you something later,” you send, followed by a winky face emoji.

Once you’ve eaten dinner and cleaned up, you take your nightly shower. You prep yourself, bathed, shaved, and oiled. After drying off, you apply lotion everywhere. You then pick a skimpy pair of panties, purple satin with a lace front, leaving nothing to the imagination. You opt for a plain white tank top. You start taking photos of yourself in the bathroom mirror, then you move to your bed. You try out various seductive poses. You part your legs and begin to photograph your pussy peeking through your underwear. This is making you hot and bothered when you imagine his reaction after sending him the pictures. You slide your panties to the side and notice slick on your fingers once you pull them away from your slit. Perfect photo opportunity, you think. You take more pictures of your tits inside and outside of your tank top, never showing your face.

Once you finish, you scroll through the numerous photos, trying to pick out the best. You want to tease him but also shock him. You choose one of you in front of your mirror, full bodied selfie. A bit sinful. Then you pick one of your tits falling out of your see-through tank, showing off your cleavage, which isn’t much. Still being a cocktease. Then the final photo is of your pussy hidden behind your panties. The lace front doesn’t hide much, but still enough to let his imagination run wild. You save a few others in case he asks for more.

You lie in bed reading a book when a text comes through. Kyungsoo apologizes for not texting back earlier. He again explains that this meeting is very important and he had a preliminary run through. “Busy day, but now I’m all yours. How was your day?” he texts you again, trying not to focus on himself too much. You respond, “Nothing. Boring. Cleaned and did laundry.” You persist, “But I did something for you.” He asks, “Oh yeah? Please tell me.” Without typing another thing, you send him the picture of yourself in the mirror.

You see him typing a reply immediately. “Holy shit, baby. You look so hot!” You send him a blush-face emoji. “You did this for me?” he asks quickly. “Yes, baby. I can’t stop. I thought you’d like more pictures of me to keep on your phone,” you explain. “There’s more where that came from,” you type back. He responds, “Please send them! I want to see you!” You tease him, “In time. I don’t want to give them all up. Maybe I’ll send you one when you’re working.” He texts back, “You can’t do that! I can’t get hard in front of my boss!” You send him one more photo and simply type, “Here. I hope this gets you through the night,” signed with a winky-face and a “Good night babe.” This photo was of your fingers covered in slick while your dripping pussy is in the background. “Shit you are so sexy! Night night,” he ends.

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Back to your routine for the weekday. It’s so monotonous but little daydreams here and there of Kyungsoo really help with your confidence. At work, you overhear some coworkers discussing an after work party at a bar Wednesday night. They are all congregated in the break room while you choose to eat lunch at your desk. It sounds fun and you need something to preoccupy your mind until the weekend. Your coworker, Susie invites you just as you were thinking no one would. She says most of the staff on this floor are going. You tell her you’ll think about it and let her know tomorrow. She thinks it will be good for you to get out and let loose. Most of them you’ve only spoken a couple of words to in passing. You like keeping work separate from your personal life. It cuts down on the gossiping and interoffice drama.

You send a couple of texts back and forth with Kyungsoo throughout the day, letting him know how everything is going. He’s still diligently managing the schedule of appointments for his boss, attending important stockholder meetings. You tell him about the office get together at the bar on Wednesday. He says you’ll have fun and to have some drinks for him. He knows how reserved you are and talks you into actually going since you were on the fence. You’re not doing it for you, but for him, he sweet talked you into it. He could tell you to set yourself on fire, and you’d do it.

While snuggling into bed after a shower, you pick up the book you’ve been reading. You start to miss Kyungsoo and hop out of bed to grab his jacket. This is the only item you have to physically know he exists. The rest exists in digital space, never knowing if you’re actually texting with him or his assistant, if he has one. You realize he’s still an enigma, as if he’s keeping you at arm’s length. These thoughts invade when you’re alone, still catastrophizing. When you’re together you feel that you’re both bearing your heart, unafraid. But when you’re separated, you get the feeling that he’s using you and still philandering around. Again, this is what your mind does, second guessing every text he sends and every time he calls, feeling used and thrown aside. Your eyes well up with tears. You cry yourself to sleep clutching his jacket.

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Tuesday went by with a blur. Sending a few texts to Kyungsoo here and there, nothing of note. Now, it’s Wednesday after work, you ask Kyungsoo what you should wear to the bar, “Should I wear a dress, pants, or a skirt?” You take photos of three different outfits and send them to him. “Ohhhh. All of them are pretty on you. But I’m partial to the jean skirt with the red blouse,” he texts back. “That’s the one I was thinking too! It’s not too dressy and perfect for a work hangout at a bar. Thank you, you’re the best!” He sends back, “I would love to put my hand under that skirt,” With his dirty response you text, “Hey now! Very soon, just a couple more days!”

“Last night, I watched those video clips we recorded,” he continues, completely off subject. “I couldn’t help it. I watched them more than once. I want you so bad right now.”

“Do you just do this to get your rock’s off,” you question, feeling used.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean?” he questions you, confused.

“I feel like anytime we speak or text, it comes down to you wanting to touch me or using my images and videos to get yourself off. I find it flattering but I feel like a booty call. Used up and then goodbye,” you answer.

“Do I really make you feel that way? I just find you alluring and beautiful. Being away from you is so difficult especially since what we have is so new. I’m sorry baby. I can’t help myself, but I promise, I’m not using you and sorry that I think with my dick,” his bottom lip quivers as he presses send.

“I’m sorry too. Being away from you is so hard. I didn’t mean to accuse you of something you didn’t do. It’s my dumb brain. When left alone, I think the worst. Again, my track record with relationships hasn’t been the best.”

“Baby. I really like you. Please go have fun for me tonight. I can’t wait to hear how it goes,” he texts, then you send him a kissy-face emoji telling him thank you.

After the shenanigans at the bar that you’re still fuzzy on, you sloppily make your way to your bed. You send a cute text to Kyungsoo to let him know you made it home safely. “Heyyy, I’m home and safe. Too drunk. Talk tomorrow.” You plop face down and pass out. You had way too many drinks.

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Now Thursday morning is here. You can barely open your eyes. Your face is puffy with dark circles. As you slowly get yourself ready for work, Susie, your coworker, texts you a couple of pictures from last night. A few were all of you together occupying a couple of tables, all smiling for the camera. Then one of you and Susie, holding drinks in your hands. The last couple were awful. One of your coworkers you really didn’t know was standing behind you with his hands on your waist. His hips were touching your butt. You shake your head.

You text Susie, “What the hell? Who is that touching me?” She responds, “You don’t remember? I guess you had more to drink than I thought.” Then another text with more detail, “You two were hitting it off. Talking and laughing together, just being friendly. A lot of drinks later, he started coming on to you and you turned him down. He made a big scene when he tried kissing and touching you yelling that you like him and to give him a chance. You pushed him away and some of his friends came over to drag him out of the bar.”

“Holy shit. I do not remember any of that,” you text in disbelief. “We didn’t do anything though, right?” Susie responds, “No, just chatting and drinking. I guess he got the wrong idea.”

“Oh thank god. I’m never getting that drunk again with people I don’t know,” you text back. This makes you think of being drunk alone and finding Kyungsoo. You smirk to yourself and finish getting ready. You got lucky.

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Barely coherent at your desk, one of the friends of the guy who came on to you, walks up to apologize. “Why can’t he apologize himself?” you question. His friend shakes his head, “Because he’s not here today. He’s still recovering. But I felt bad for his behavior and I wanted to say I’m sorry. None of what he did was okay,” he finishes. “Well, thank you. I accept your apology,” you whisper, trying not to let other people hear your personal problems.

Packing up at the end of work, you get a text from Kyungsoo, “How did last night go?” It’s very curt and direct. “I’m just about to leave work, I’ll tell you all about it when I get home,” you respond. “Can’t wait,” is all he says back.

You decide to call him once you unlock your apartment door. He picks up after the second ring, pretty quickly considering he’s supposed to be busy at work. “Hey you,” he says, sounding differently than you thought just by his texts, and adds, “Was your day good?”

“Work was whatever. How is your day?”

“Well, it started off fine, now it’s just gone to shit,” he says with a huff of air creating static on the line. “Let’s hear how last night went. Did you have fun?”

“I did but I don’t remember much. We played some trivia, and my team lost by a lot. I think I had all the sloshed people on my side. Drank a lot, laughed a lot. All in all, I think it was a good decision.”

“Anything else?,” he mumbles with a touch of anger in his voice.

“No, why? Just some drunken asshole tried to come on to me,” you say in a scared tone. Not sure where this questioning is leading.

“What is this then?” He sends you a link to a tagged photo of you on Instagram. “My sister works for the same company, and I saw a familiar name tagged in a post suggested to me.”

It was THE photo of the drunk guy hugging you from behind, his hips pushed into you. “It’s not what it looks like! I swear. I don’t remember any of it but Susie told me what happened,” you start crying.

“Please enlighten me then. What does it look like?” He questions you, his voice getting darker and quieter. You’ve never heard this tone from Kyungsoo before. He sounds angry, trying to hide his hurt.

“Susie said that we were being friendly, just chatting. He apparently hit on me, tried to kiss me, and I kept pushing him away. When his friends saw the way he was acting, they hauled him out of the bar. I swear, nothing happened. I came home alone,” you say through sobs. You continue trying to catch your breath, “I would never do that to you. Yes, I was drunk, but I wasn’t looking for sex. I have you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I cheated on you,” you murmur. “Please.”

“How am I to know that’s the truth? That picture of you and him looks very different from what you’re telling me. You both look comfortable, especially you with his hands on you. I’m so fucking mad,” he seethes through the phone. “I’m so mad I can’t be there. I miss you so much. You do know you belong to me, right?” he asks, sounding unhinged and broken.

“I don’t belong to anyone. I am not an object to possess. Yes, we’re fucking,” the words getting trapped in your throat. Now you see the type of person Kyungsoo is. Apparently, he gets possessive and jealous easily. This new side to him is such a turn on but you hate the circumstances.

“I don’t want anyone else touching you but me!” He raises his voice.

“Don’t accuse me of cheating on you before you’ve heard my side of the story,” you temper your voice, trying not to let him get to you.

“Well, you weren’t even going to tell me, it sounds like,” he says frustrated.

“I don’t even remember half of what happened last night. This is from Susie. And the guy’s friend came to apologize to me for what happened at work. He felt bad for his friend treating me like that. So, I’m inclined to believe her,” you confidently say.

“That picture is seared in my brain. The thought of someone else touching you. And trying to kiss you!” He’s practically yelling into the phone, his voice gravelly.

“There’s nothing to be jealous of! Nothing happened! This is why I never go anywhere. Stupid shit like this!” You yell back at him. “And how do I know you’re not fucking around on me while you’re in a different country? I bet you have beautiful women hanging around you all the time.”

“What? I told you I’m not that type of guy,” he says in disbelief of your accusations.

“Well, I told you what type of person I am, and I’m still being accused of being a slut,” you come back sharply.

“You’re not. I’m sorry. I am not fucking around on you. I promise. I just have photo evidence, and it’s hard to think of anything else. It’ll take me a while to forget,” he sighs.

You take a deep breath and calm yourself as well. Then you say in a quieter tone, “Just look at the pictures I sent to you. And those videos. Those are for you. I didn’t send them to anyone else because I like you.”

He moans out, “Fuck. I’m sorry. This is not how I wanted this conversation to go. I’ve been stewing about it ever since it popped on my feed. My mind went to dark places,” he sorrowfully says.

“Please can we forget this happened? You’re coming back home soon! You can put your hands all over me if it helps you forget,” you say in a sassy way.

“Oh my. I can’t wait. I’ve had wet dreams every night of you. I will not be able to hold back. I hope you’re ready,” he says in his deep, raspy voice.

Your thighs clench together, “Shit, we should facetime tonight. Or do you want to tease each other via text? My horniness is ridiculous at this point.”

“I really want to see you, but I want to wait until I’m back. It’ll make it that much more special,” he responds.

“I guess I’ll have to edge myself until your return. I don’t want to come if it’s not with you. My orgasms are gonna be fucking otherworldly,” you chuckle to hide the arousal you’re feeling between your legs.

“You think about me when you touch yourself?” He asks in a boyish way, but incredulous.

“Of course baby. I think about you all the time, not just when my fingers are inside my pussy,” you huff out.

“Holy shit, you’re making me so hard. I swear you have magic in your voice and words that goes straight to my dick,” he says, slightly out of breath.

“As much as I’d love to continue this, I have to take a shower and cook dinner soon. And we can talk more tonight, or we can deprive ourselves of each other until Saturday,” you declare.

“How about we just send texts until we can see each other?” He asks in a meek tone, unsure of your answer.

“Perfect. See you soon! Bye!” You hang up and your mind is conflicted. You were just yelling at each other because of his jealousy. You accused him of cheating since his finger-pointing made you feel rage. Then you end on sweet and sexual talk. This man is something else. I wonder what happened to him to make him feel so possessive and jealous?

To shake your mind of these thoughts, you send him a text, “I’m not a slut. I am YOUR slut,” point blank. He responds with a simple, “Fuck.”

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Okay. This one was short but I’m currently hard at work on the next part … Kyungsoo’s return. It will be so slutty and desperate.

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Somebody… Part 2

Here’s Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Kyungsoo x female reader

Rating: Mature, Still Explicit af (now with more smut!)

Word Count: 8K

Genre: Smut, Romance, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers.

Warnings: Teasing, name calling, hair pulling, edging, alcohol, degradation, exhibitionism.

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Feeling a bit self conscious you go and grab a large sweater and pull it over your head. “Aww, why did you do that? I love looking at your beautiful body,” he asks with an air of childish disappointment. His reaction to you covering up makes you chuckle. Now you’re staring at his body from across the room. He smiles, takes a deep drag from his cigarette and plops back onto your bed, exhaling smoke.

You walk back to your bed and sit next to him, still staring at his dick. Your thighs rub together, the wetness squishes against your labia, you continue to smoke your cigarette. You toss a throw blanket across his midsection to keep you from feeling so aroused, not that it was a bad thing. You’re trying to calm down, only the cigarette helping. He jolts at the weight suddenly over him and laughs deeply, his chest stretching.

“You are too much,” you say to him, tapping your cigarette out in the ashtray. He lifts his head to look toward you and says, “I could say the same about you. How about that joint?” You nod and grab it and light it up. You take a deep puff and exhale, coughing a bit, smoke swirling around you in the dim light of your bedroom.

He sits up, and takes it from you doing the same. The strong smell of sex and weed fill the air. You pass the joint back and forth when you say, “I really like you. This is insane, the events of tonight.” He grabs your neck and places a deep kiss on your lips. Feeling woozy and high already, you bite his bottom lip and place your tongue in his mouth. He moves closer and starts to place his hand under your sweater stopping at your hip. He whispers close to you, “The feeling is mutual. I never came so fast with someone. You’re incredible.”

You’re both feeling tingly and high from the weed. You smile and look down, his compliments are making you sweat. You sit back against your pillows and stare longingly into his eyes and ask, “Tell me what kind of person you are. You still seem so mysterious to me.” You take another toke and pass it off to him. As he reaches for it he answers, “Well, I’m just like everyone else. I’m human, I make mistakes, I like to cook, eat delicious food. I take my dogs for walks. I love watching foreign films and learning about different cultures. I have a little vegetable and herb garden on my balcony. Pretty boring and normal.”

You’re swooning at the length and substance of his reply. Partially due to his deep expressive voice and him maintaining eye contact throughout. “It’s fucking sexy how domestic you are. You gave off heartless CEO vibes at the bar. Your suit, you looking at your watch, your dark expression,” you say and laugh a bit, feeling kind of silly thanks to the ganja. He blushes a bit then starts to laugh deeply with you.

“I swear I’m not heartless. I’m just very reserved but once I get to know someone, I’ll open up. I’ve been told I have the male equivalent to resting bitch face. I can’t help it, it’s just my face,” he blurts out, feeling more and more comfortable with you. You smile at him and say, “Well you have a very handsome face and gorgeous lips. Like, I want to jump you every time I look at you. You have this sexual energy I can’t explain. Or maybe I’m just a horny person.”

His hand slides up higher under your sweater and starts to pinch and pull your nipple. You shiver and jolt and moan out, “Fuuuuck. I’m still wet. You turn me on so much.” He grabs you to bring you closer and places hungry kisses to your lips. You place your palm over the blanket that you threw over him earlier. He’s still hard and grinds up into your hand sighing. You place the joint in his mouth since he’s preoccupied by your body. He takes a long drag and you do the same until the joint is hard to hold and burns your fingertips. You tap out the rest in the ashtray.

He then leans into your body using all of his weight. Meanwhile, the blanket falls from him and onto the bed. You immediately grab ahold of his veiny dick, stroking it, as you two are still moaning into each other’s mouths. He pulls away to catch his breath, “You are insatiable. Are you always like this?” You look down, hypnotized by his hard cock, “Yes, I make myself come everyday. More on the weekends. Besides, you’re the one who called me a slut.”

As he’s hovering over you he gets your attention, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes and says, “Well, you’re the one who agreed. I think you liked my hand around your throat a little too much.”

You mumble, “Let’s find out what else I like. And I want to know what you like. Tell me please. I want to pleasure you the way you want. Any deep dark fantasies, I will fulfill.”

“Shit, you are so eager, I’m going to come so fast again. Your hand on my dick isn’t helping,” he manages to eke out. You’re stroking more vigorously as he’s staring into your soul, still hovering. You push your palm to his chest and push him back down flat onto the mattress. This shocks him and he moans your name, “I fucking can’t take it. The weed is making me so sensitive.”

“You’ll be fine. Let me show you,” you reply breathlessly as you straddle his legs and begin to lick up his shaft. He trembles and keens, his hips slightly lifting from the bed. You swirl your tongue around the tip making sure to leave lots of saliva behind. You fondle his cock while still licking, but never placing your mouth over it. You notice a few tears running down his cheeks, “Baby, it’s okay. Let me know if it’s too much.”

“It’ll never be too much. Too much is good, especially with you,” he struggles. He trembles when you place your lips around his tip, making a slight slurping sound. He grinds somewhat into your mouth, but not enough to thrust more of his dick into your mouth. He’s waiting for you, letting you know he wants it.

You stretch your free hand over his chest and you hold his dick in the other. You finally plunge your mouth down and he emits the sexiest noise you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. Your fingernails scrape him on the way down to his left hip, holding it with great strength. You rub your thumb along his hip bone as you're now deep throating him. The saliva, your lips and tongue are making the dirtiest noises which causes him to squint his eyes shut, and furrow his brow.

“God, I want to come in your mouth so badly. I also want to come on your body and inside of you,” his voice strained. You release him from your mouth to only say, “Please do. I want it. I fantasized about how you’d taste last night.” He reaches for your head to push you back down onto him. This causes you to moan which vibrates from your throat making him yelp. Your reaction to him controlling you furthers his need. He forces your head down as you come back up each time, now grasping onto your hair.

You move your hand from his hip down between your legs, because holy shit, this is fucking hot. You can feel your wetness and his come on your fingers as you begin to rub your clit under your sweater. His eyes open when your hand moves and sees how nasty you’re being. Your pace quickens on his dick and his tip begins to hit the back of your throat. Your gag reflex causes more spit to emit from your mouth onto him. Over the sounds of sucking cock you can hear him grunt out, “You’re such a dirty slut.”

You moan and your hand works his dick with more power. You can feel him throbbing and getting bigger, knowing he’s very close to coming. Your fingers rapidly circle around your engorged clit. He finally yells out, “I’m gonna come! Fuck, baby!” He releases everything he has and spurts of come drip down your throat. Your mouth continues to prolong his orgasm, he’s uncontrollably shaking and moans your name until he gets quieter and quieter. His dick becomes sensitive and you release him from your mouth. You sit up and swallow his come and wipe your saliva off your mouth with the sleeve of your sweater.

He’s gasping and trying to catch his breath, eyes are closed tight. He comes to and looks at you wide and glassy-eyed, they then roll back into his head. His chest is heaving still coming down from his high. His gaze meets yours as you’re still cleaning your face of spit. He reaches out for you and you fall into him, his arm around you, hugging you.

The last shivers and shakes subside and he kisses the top of your head that’s resting on his chest. You look up at him and smile, your eyes glinting. He looks down at you and says, “You’re quite the woman. There’s no way men aren’t breaking your door down to have you.” You cease eye contact in embarrassment and reply, “I don’t want any other men. Shit, you taste so fucking good. Your cock is delicious.”

“Please tell me you can rebound quickly, because I want your cock again. I really don’t understand what is happening to me. This amount of arousal is obscene,” you ask and sit up. “I can fuck you as many times as you want,” he says, while still laying flat on his back. “Would you like some water? I know I need some,” you ask as you stand from bed and walk to the bathroom. “Yes, please hurry. I want to feel you next to me,” he begs.

You return with a glass of water and drink half as you walk toward him with it. He sits up and guzzles the remainder. Once you sit next to him, he immediately forces his hand under your sweater and begins to massage your labia. You’re dripping, it’s covering your thighs.

“Shit, how are you still so wet?” he asks. You moan, “You. You make me this wet.” His fingers separate your labia and he begins to slide them up and down. You grab his nape and devour his plump lips. He delicately slides his fingers and rests on your quivering clit. He presses you onto your pillows with your legs open wide. He works your clit with more power and you moan aloud. He bites your bottom lip at your reaction. He moves away from you and he places his messy fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them dry.

Your eyes roll and you shiver at his action. “You taste so fucking delicious. I really don’t know what is happening to me,” he says after cleaning your juices off. “Come here, now. Please touch me more,” you say with your dreamy bedroom eyes.

He lifts your sweater back off of you, finally able to suck and fondle your breasts again. While doing so, you lean back against the pillows and his hand goes back down to your vulva. He delicately teases you while you’re exhaling loudly. He becomes entranced by your pussy, never taking his eyes off it while he fondles you.

“Where did you learn to do this?” you ask as you notice he hasn’t looked away from your core. “I guess it’s something I’m naturally gifted at. I like to make you feel good and get off on knowing I’m making you come,” he shrugs as he leans in for a kiss.

You peek down in between moans and see his dick has gotten hard again. This puts your need into overdrive. You grind side to side on his fingers which makes him penetrate you. He eagerly fucks into you with two fingers, amazed at your reaction. You really want his cock inside you now since his fingers aren’t cutting it. It feels good and makes you feel sexy, but you want to feel stretched by his thick cock.

You’re running out of patience and place your hands on his chest, forcefully pushing him flat on the bed. He grunts out a loud ‘fuck’ and watches as you straddle him. You begin to slide your pussy back and forth on his dick with your head tilted back. He grabs at your breasts pulling your nipples.

Enough is enough and you raise your hips to grab his cock to place it at your entrance. You slowly fuck yourself onto his tip moaning, “You feel so good.” He looks deeply into your eyes as he whispers, “This is exactly what I dreamt about last night. But this is so much better. I can feel you, touch you. Fuck yourself on my dick like a good little slut.”

Your eyes roll back and you begin to shift your hips up and down, his thickness is almost too much. Your eyes glaze over when he slides his hand up to your throat again. He puts pressure on your pulse and whines when you start grinding faster. He looks down at where you meet and sees a white ring on his dick. Your pussy is dripping down onto him and you place one hand on your nipple and the other on your clit.

Your pussy begins to clench tighter and tighter around his dick. He puts his hands on your hips and starts humping to meet your thrusts, not going fast enough for him. It feels like your body is on another plane as you notice your orgasm is near.

His grip on your hip bones gets rough as does his thrusts. You go higher on your knees as your back arches and start fucking just his tip. Again, you like teasing and edging not only yourself but him. The look on his face is heavenly, half shocked at your movements and half amazed by the feeling of your tight cunt.

When you sink farther down his shaft and begin to really go for it, knowing you’re not going to last much longer. You’re now moaning his name over and over and yell, “I’m gonna come. Please come with me, Kyungsoo!”

You’re still grinding into him as your stomach flutters and the heat within builds. You’re reaching the apex and begin to sob when you snap, writhing and moaning. He feels your pussy clench so tight and this brings him over the edge. He holds your hips down and thrusts as deeply as possible. You’re both staring into each other's eyes again, coming together. The pulsing of both your pussy and his dick is otherworldly. You feel each blast of his come deep within you. He looks down to see it dripping down onto his cock and says, “I’m still coming.”

You’re still fucking yourself on his cock, wanting every ounce of his come. The throbbing of your pussy is never ending, and he starts to shiver from oversensitivity. You can’t fathom stopping and the sloppy sounds from your pussy are making it more difficult. The noise of him panting is so sexy and you finally come down from your high.

“Shit. That orgasm lasted longer than the first. At this rate, we’ll be coming for 10 minutes by next week,” you smirk down at him. He chuckles in reply, “I really think that is the most I’ve ever come before.” You want to see and rise slowly off his dick. The amount of come that drips from you is astounding, some landing on his toned stomach. You reach down and cup your fingers in an attempt to catch it. Once you do, you shove your fingers in your mouth licking and sucking as one would a popsicle.

He is speechless watching you suck his come from your fingers. When they’re clean, you lean down and start kissing him. Your hot tongues meet, and moans emit, replacing the silence in your bedroom. You lay beside him and stare into his eyes. He looks down at you smiling so wide.

“How about a shower?” you ask, “There’s still come dripping from me.” He nods and quickly sits up grabbing your hand to pull you off the bed. The bathroom light is blinding in relation to the low light from your bedroom. You are greeted by his amazing features as if you’re just now seeing him in high definition. His tan skin, his messy hair, sweat beading on his chest. And my god, those amazing and powerful lips.

He pushes his hand through his hair to get it away from his eyes. As you start the shower to let it warm up, you take a brush to your hair. It’s a matted mess from sweat and spit. You see that he feels comfortable enough to start peeing before hopping in the shower. You step in and close the curtain, letting him finish in privacy.

Within seconds, he pulls the curtain back to see you running your fingers through your hair, steam escaping. He steps in and grabs your lower back to let you know he’s there since your eyes are shut tight due to the water streaming in your face.

“Hey baby,” you say when you feel his touch. You move out from under the water to let him rinse off. His hair is slicked back which makes your insides tumble. You start shampooing your hair and he turns sideways to let you wash it off.

You grab your loofah and begin lathering it and place suds all over your body. As they drip and slide into your curves, Kyungsoo gives you a wanton look. He starts by touching your butt and squeezing then fondling your breasts. You yelp, “Hey you! That tickles!” Your reaction does not slow or stop his need. Now the steam is rising and inhibitions are falling.

Both of you are like magnets, opposites attracting. You take your loofah and start to rub it over his chest, the smell of honeysuckle filling the air. He grabs your waist as you continue to clean his body. He lightly glides his palm up your back, the sensation causing shivers.

In an instant, he turns you around and presses your chest to the shower wall, dropping your loofah in the process. He then pulls your hair down causing your head to tilt upwards. With this, your back arches making your ass stick out. You’re gasping for air since his palm is pressing your back hard against the tiles.

Without any warning he shoves his dick, hands free, between your ass. “Don’t say a word. You’re going to be my dirty whore,” he growls in your ear. You nod as best you can with his hand pulling your hair downwards.

Your palms are against the cold tiles, which causes your nipples to become hard and erect. In the next moment you feel his hard cock penetrate you. He grunts and then grabs your throat, your back arching even more, you feel like you're going to snap in half. His thickness still shocks you and at this angle, he’s reaching places he hasn’t before.

Over the noise of the shower and water hitting the tub, you yelp, “Yes! I love being your dirty whore! I’ve never felt this dirty taking a shower. Fucking use me!”

He fucks his dick faster into you, never hesitating, just full on railing you with no regard to your comfort or pain. “Do you like when I take what I want without asking?” he asks as his breath shortens between each thrust. “Yes, please. Fuck me harder!” you whine. Your ass bounces back to meet his thrusts loving the way he’s controlling you.

He delicately places kisses on your neck and behind your ear. It’s so gentle that it makes your insides boil. The juxtaposition of his soft kisses and his throbbing dick fucking into makes your vision go white. His plush lips and hot tongue on you is heavenly. You want to touch him but he has you trapped, only there for his use. He’s still fucking into you at breakneck speed, never faltering, never slowing. “I cannot stop. My dick hurts, but I can’t stop. Your pussy just feels too good,” he mumbles close to you. “You’re gonna make me come again! Faster!” you squeal against the wall.

The water sloshes between your bodies as you’re fucking each other over and over. He begins to push his dick into you and stops feeling you clench. He knows you’re going to come all over him, but he just wants to keep grinding into you. He lets go of your neck and hair and holds your hips not too tightly. He’s caressing you now as he speeds up his thrusts. He yowls as he’s getting closer to coming, “I’m going to come. I want to come on your tits and face. But please come all over my dick first. I want to feel you squeeze around me!”

You’re so far gone at this point. The steam, the water hitting your face, the cool tiles on your tits. He reaches in front of you and begins to graze over your pulsating clit. He deftly circles it and places more and more pressure. Your pussy begins to convulse and you come with a whimper, “I’m coming again! Please shove your dick in farther!” He heeds your advice and slams into you until his pelvis hits your ass. He has to hold you up due to your legs giving out from under you. You’re leaning farther and farther down and he wraps an arm around your stomach to keep you from slipping.

When you come down and open your eyes. He insists, “Fucking turn around! I’m gonna come!” You hurriedly squat down and hold onto his thighs. He starts to jerk himself and within a few strokes, he’s releasing come all over you. Mostly on your mouth and chin, and then over your chest. It drips down on your tits and then your stomach. He’s moaning and still stroking at his cock, making sure to give you everything he has. In the meantime, you dip your fingers into the come on your chest and swirl it around. He gazes down at you when you place your fingers into your mouth, sucking on them. “I love seeing you covered in my come. Fuck. This is the hottest shower I’ve ever taken,” he moans, still breathing heavily from his release.

You both rinse yourselves off and finally step out and towel off. Your body and pussy is sore from the sex marathon. “How long do you think we’ve been fucking?” he asks you while wrapping the towel around his hips. As you're drying your hair with your towel you answer, “I’m not sure. You came over a bit before nine o’clock. And what time is it now?” You step out from your bedroom and take a glance at your bedside clock, “Holy shit! It’s almost two in the morning!”

He comes out from the bathroom and starts to smile wide. “So, like four hours of raw dogging,” he jokes. “It didn’t feel like it had been that long. Luckily tomorrow is Friday,” he continues. He realizes he has nothing to wear to bed. “Did you want me to stay the night?” he asks with an honest tone. “Pretty please? You can always stay. I want to feel you next me as I sleep,” you reply, giving him puppy eyes.

He walks up to you, places his hand softly on your cheek and gives you the softest, sweetest, most chaste kiss yet. “Do you have anything I can wear? Or should I just sleep naked?” He asks as his pupils dilate. “We can sleep naked. It’s really okay, that is if you don’t mind,” you answer back with a cute smile.

You both hop into bed under the covers, getting comfortable. You of course are the little spoon as he holds you close. You turn your head behind you and ask for a kiss. His deep eyes agree and he gives you a precious kiss. “Thank you. Now I’ll be able to sleep better,” you say after turning back around. He nods in agreement. “Good night, baby. I’ll be dreaming about you,” he whispers. And you’re both out like a light.

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Your alarm startles you awake. You grumble and shove your head back under the blanket. You don’t have to be at work until nine o’clock, but set your alarm for seven. This gives you plenty of time to get ready, eat breakfast, and make coffee with some time to spare. Just as your eyes begin to close, you pop your head out from the blanket, eyes wide. You remember spending a wonderful night with Kyungsoo. You start grinning as you remember more and more. Getting drunk, getting high, fucking over and over again. You’re sure you remember falling asleep next to him.

You roll over and see the space empty. Your heart sinks, and your mind is awash with everything you confided. He promised he wouldn’t leave after getting his dick wet. Your mind is reeling as now you’re two for two. Feeling used all for a night of passion and then he’s gone, just like you knew he’d be. You begin to quietly sob into your pillow, not sure how you’re going to face the day. I fucking knew this would happen, why did I place my heart in his hands?, you think as you’re beginning to cry harder.

You muster all the strength you can to get out of bed. Your legs and muscles hurt due to last night, which only makes things worse. Visions of drinking, kissing, and laughing fill your head. His lips on yours and your pussy, your neck, your breasts make you heave over the bathroom sink. You take a deep breath trying so hard to get it together to greet the workday. It’s Friday and at least, your workload screeches to a halt by then. You hope you can sulk at your desk and be miserable in peace. Your coworkers don’t notice or ask any questions. It’s just eight hours, you can do it. Then you can mope in the comfort of your empty apartment.

You start to wash your face, then brush your teeth, and finally dress yourself albeit mindlessly. Your thoughts keep going back to Kyungsoo through your routine. You’re not hungry. How could anyone eat with a broken heart? As you grab your purse and phone from the kitchen counter, you notice the silence, it is deafening. You expected to wake up to his hugs and his beautiful voice. Goddamnit.

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You trudge to work, taking the bus, getting there just in time. A heavy sigh escapes as you sit in your office chair behind your desk. You coworkers glance at you, feeling your depressive mood and decide not to pry or greet you.

In between typing and making copies, you pick up your phone wondering if you should text Kyungsoo. You wonder if you should really lay into him or just send a simple ‘Good morning’ text. You can’t decide and abandon the idea altogether. It’s almost lunch time at this point and you’ve yet to hear from him.

Just as you were about to run into the bathroom to have a good cry, your phone vibrates, a text from him. It reads: “I am so sorry I left. I was called into work, some ridiculous emergency with the boss. I’ve only just now had a free moment and wanted to let you know that I miss you.”

You scoff at first, thinking if any of what he typed was true. You don’t even know what he does for work, so you’re not sure if it is a lie or not. You don’t really care what people do for work which is why it never came up last night, but now you regret not asking.

Carefully thinking of how to respond to his text you decide, “It’s fine. I’m at work right now.” A bit short and pointed. You really want to see if he actually cares or is telling the truth.

“Are you sure you’re fine? I’m sorry, really, very sorry,” he texts back and sends another immediately, “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so beautiful.” Your lips purse as you respond back, “You know what I told you last night? Well, I woke up to a nightmare. I really thought you were gone forever. I’m so scared right now. Are you telling me the truth?”

“Why would I even text you now if I wanted nothing more to do with you? I apologize. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop until I was able to send a text.”

“I don’t know what to believe. I sobbed all morning thinking you had disappeared from my life. The feeling of turning over and not seeing you there made my stomach drop. I didn’t think I was able to make it into work. It was bad,” you type back. You start receiving important emails that need attention and place your phone down to start.

Time slips away as you realize you’ve worked through lunch and now are able to take a break. Your phone buzzed with many missed texts, all of them from Kyungsoo. “I am so sorry. Can I make it up to you? Wanna go out tonight for a nice dinner?”

And then another, “Please answer me. I can’t tell you how awful I feel. I should have written you a note. I fucked up, but I’m telling the truth.” And again just 10 minutes ago, “Baby, please. Are you there?”

You take a deep breath and start to respond, “I believe you, it’s just my mind goes into the worst case scenario for everything. Yes, let’s get dinner tonight. Sorry, pretty busy at work for a Friday. I miss you.” You sign with a kissy face emoji.

Still a bit anxious about his texts, there’s still a lingering feeling that he isn’t telling the truth. You decide to brush it off and stop catastrophizing everything. You busy yourself until finally, it’s done. You speed walk to the bus, then speed walk home.

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You see another text from him as you’re getting ready, “How is 7:30 tonight?”

“Sounds great. Should I dress up? Fancy or casual?” you ask him as you’re perusing your closet. He types quickly, “It’ll be at my place. I’m going to cook you something to tell you how very sorry I am.”

“Shit, really?! Question still stands though” you excitedly type back.

“How about nothing? :-) But really whatever you’d like. Whatever you wear, you’ll be beautiful.”

His cheeky reply makes you turn red and your stomach flips. “All right, mister. Don’t get any big ideas. See you at 7:30.”

“I got something big for you.” He ended with a winky face.

Well, fuck. Here we go again, you think. Imagining all of the nasty things you could reply with and deciding to leave him on read. That’ll let his mind wander.

You finally opt for a nice, black A line dress. It goes right to your knees and hugs your waist fantastically. It’s not too fancy, simple yet classic. You want to make a good impression since he’s going to all the trouble of cooking you dinner tonight. You decide to leave your hair down and not too much makeup. Some mascara, blush, and lip gloss is enough. You know it’s just going to get ruined later when you’re sucking his dick. This makes you imagine what his place looks like. Is it minimal, cluttered, cozy? You feel giddy when you remember he has two dogs. You love animals and prefer cats, but you’re excited nonetheless.

He sends you his location which is about a 30 minute commute on the bus. He then tells you he hired a cab that should be there at seven on the dot to take you to his apartment. This makes you swoon, but also he’s really trying to make up for his fuck-up.

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You arrive at his building and press his name. In the elevator ride up, you start fidgeting with your dress and touching your hair out of nervousness. The butterflies in your stomach become overwhelming, you start to feel hot, like you’re about to vomit. Then you take deep breaths, counting to 10 with each exhale. Your palms are sweaty too. Why are you like this? It’s just Kyungsoo. He’s fucked the life out of you, you’ve showered together, and slept together. Stop being like this, you yell inside your head.

You knock on his door and hear the muffled barks of his dogs. In a moment he opens the door. You’re greeted by the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He has on black slacks, a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, all covered by an olive green apron. The best part is his black round-framed glasses that showcase his large eyes. You’re struck by the smell that wafts toward you, smells so delicious.

“Wow, you look amazing,” he says instantly, his eyes darting up and down your figure. “I was just about to say the same,” you respond, blushing at his compliment. “Come in please. Have a seat. Would you like a drink? And don’t mind the dogs, once they smell you, they’ll go lie down in the other room.”

You meekly walk in and have a seat at the kitchen island. The stove is right there and you see all the ingredients laid out neatly. “Beer, water, wine, or soda?” He asks as he stirs a pot of pasta. “I’ll have some wine, thank you.” You hope this will ease your nerves.

You stare around his apartment while he uncorks and pours you a glass. It’s very cozy. Not a thing out of place, quite minimal. It feels very warm, you start feeling more comfortable. He sets your glass down in front of you and says, “How do you like chicken cacciatore?” You smile, “I actually love it. It’s very rustic. My grandfather used to make it all the time.”

His eyes get big, “Uh oh, I have a lot to live up to I guess,” and he smirks. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll love it.” After he pulls the dish from the oven to let it cool. There’s a lull to which he fills by walking over to you. A watched pot, they say. You turn your head, following his every movement. He reaches abruptly for your neck and places a kiss on your lips. This surprises you, and you lean into him, not wanting it to stop. His tongue meets yours as you open your mouth. The kiss has turned greedy and passionate. You begin to moan as his hand rakes through your hair.

Finally parting, you whine, “Can we get through dinner first?” He chuckles, “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I fucking missed you. Your face, your smell, your lips.”

You look down with embarrassment all over your cheeks. “I missed you too, then I found out you’re still into me.”

He apologizes profusely and comes back to shower you with kisses. “I’m sorry, so sorry. I really fucked up. My plan was to make breakfast for you this morning, but work screwed that all up. Please forgive me.”

“I forgive you. How could I not when you’re kissing me like that and cooking me dinner? And when you’re looking like a meal yourself. You’re so hot right now. Especially with your sleeves rolled up like that,” you digress and sip your wine.

Sitting at the table, you both dig in. The chicken is juicy and flavorful and the side of spaghetti and bread he prepared rivals your grandfather’s. You both eat without much conversing. You’re both comfortable without needing to fill the silence. Plus, you are starving and you know he is too after a long hard day at work.

He cleans up and asks, “Would you like to watch a movie?” You give him a look which he takes to mean, put on a movie then not pay attention to it after 20 minutes. You nod and walk towards his couch. He sits close to you and props his feet on the coffee table, sipping back a beer.

“Is this for dessert?” you question while lifting your dress up your thighs, exposing yourself. You give him heavy eyes, waiting for him to tongue you down. Let’s hope he takes the bait. How much self control did he have? Your heart begins to thump faster.

He looks down to see the top of thighs exposed, begging him to touch it. Your hips gyrate and your thighs press together. He looks up to lean into your mouth. Before he can touch his lips to yours he says, “And here’s yours,” kissing you deeply. Your eyes squint open and look down at him palming himself through his pants. You smirk into the kiss and he bites your bottom lip. Disconnecting you say, “I can’t fucking wait.” Now you’re breathless and panting, “Best dessert ever.”

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He surprises you by swiftly grabbing your hand and dragging you into his room. He swings you onto the bed, your dress flipping up as your ass meets the bed. You straighten it out, afraid you just flashed him. He’s standing three feet away from you. His hand goes into his pants pocket, grabbing his phone. “Some music?” You ask him, deep down knowing the answer is no. “I want to record you. And us. I want something to remember you by,” he says in a serious voice, holding up his phone. You hear the shutter a handful of times. “Pictures too? What do you want me to do?” You awkwardly ask.

“What do you have under that dress? I’ve been fantasizing all night,” he asks, unbuttoning his shirt. You see the camera light reflect off of his ceiling to floor windows, not a curtain in sight. You look behind you and see other peoples’ TVs, laptops, and lamps that could be easily seen from across the courtyard.

You look forward again to see his shirt is off, holding the phone down at his side. His dark gaze has a whimper getting caught in your throat. He’s walking toward you, “Let me see,” he says, removing your hands from your lap to lift your dress. Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth. Getting closer to you, he mumbles, “Does it make you wet thinking of all the people watching me fuck you?” He pauses then says louder, “Tell me. Are you wet? They’re all going to know you’re mine.”

Your face is flush and you begin to rock your hips back and forth at the edge of the bed. “Yes. I’m yours. Show them,” you say in a raspy tone, completely aroused. Where did this exhibitionism fetish come from, you think to yourself? You’re leaking from your panties and your thighs are slick.

He stands in front of you and slowly reaches for the hem of your dress, reaching beneath. He groans when he feels how wet you’ve gotten, your underwear completely drenched, sticking to your pussy. “So fucking wet. Dirty baby,” his chest rumbles.

He holds his phone up to record you. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy, moaning and grinding against his hand. He wants this when he’s lonely, if he has to travel, or is sick, he has these momentos. He slides both edges of your panties between your slit. He pulls up and sees your engorged clit peeking from under the satin. Still pulling up on your panties, he places three fingers across your clit, rubbing slightly.

You moan loudly and tightly shut your eyes, still moving your hips. You place both arms around his neck to bring his soft lips to yours. Now laying back he settles over you, pressing his weight into you. You grind up again on his hard dick that’s straining in his pants. He throws the phone so he can use that hand to slide your panties to the side. “You did wear something underneath your dress,” he states as if he’s really baiting you. He wants to hear your dirty thoughts and mouth.

“Did you think I wasn’t?” you ask incredulously. “I actually debated on whether or not to wear panties. On one hand, I’m your slut. On the other hand, I wanted to tease you and make you work for it,” you finish as he sits up and begins to tease your slit with his fingertips.

“That’s right baby. I knew you wanted my dick. You have no idea how difficult it is to hide a boner from your boss and coworkers. Luckily there were folders and binders that helped. Point is, I’ve been hard all day because of you. The feeling of your pussy on my dick. Your moans and yelps. Your smell. Fuck, I’m so goddamn hard right now. I’ve been saving it for you.” His fingers are still sliding up and down your wet pussy lips.

You move your ass up and down off the bed to match his strokes. You arch your back up and whine aloud, “Fuck that was hot what you said. Hard all day? Because of me?” What you say is barely audible due to your breathlessness. “Yes, you. I want you to come on my fingers, baby,” he asks sweetly as he thrusts his middle and ring fingers, palm up, deep into your pussy.

In shock at the sudden intrusion, you whimper and tears fill your eyes, threatening to drop down your cheeks. “Oh my god, that feels so good. Yes please, more,” you yelp. He listens to you and thrusts quicker into your clenching pussy. His hand is already covered in your sticky wetness, making obscene noises. While flicking his fingers upward, he places his thumb over your clit and you’re whimpering again, like a wounded animal.

He sits back onto his heels, getting a better view of your pussy. He pushes your left thigh up, spreading you out further. You help him by holding your thigh. He grabs his phone quickly and starts recording. “Baby please. Come for me. You look so beautiful,” he begs, adding a third finger inside you.

“Oh my god, yes! Please, I’m gonna come!” You’re yelling now, with eyes closed. “Look at me. Open your eyes. I want to see you come,” he commands. Your stomach tenses up, your knees go straight, and your hand grabs onto the sheets as you come. You’re moaning his name and ‘baby’ over and over again. Your cheeks and neck are flushed then you start to convulse, your pussy clenching and oozing all over his fingers. “Fuck baby, that was so hot,” he says, eyes wide as he puts his phone back down. “I’m definitely watching that one all the time,” he winks at you. He takes his fingers out, licks them dry and then slaps your clit.

Surprised and over sensitive, you whine out, “Fuck!” Now it sounds like you’re about to cry. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Are you okay?” he asks and places his palm on your cheek. He leans in to kiss you and when you are separating you answer, “Yes. That was fucking sexy. That felt so good. Do it again.”

He does it again, but first he rips the black satin underwear off of you. He then forcefully pushes your knees apart, your legs wide open. The slaps he gives to your clit migrate to your inner thighs. Your pussy is wet and raw and there’s red handprints on your legs. The look in his eyes is depraved. He alternates slapping your labia to entering a couple of fingers inside you. It’s just for a few thrusts, teasing you until you grab his forearm.

You sit up and climb onto his lap. He twists you both and then you suddenly force him down. “My turn,” you say as you grab his phone to start recording. He strips off his pants and underwear, raising his hips with you top up in the air. You slowly start to slide your wet slit over his dick. He moans, his chest resonating, “Shit. You love this.” He grabs a handful of your breast pulling your dress down, pinching your nipple hard. He lifts your dress and pulls it off over your head.

Your free hand reaches up to trace his plump lips. He bites on your fingertip and you place your finger inside. His eyes never look away from your gaze as he sucks on your finger. Your pussy is still sliding back and forth on his impossibly hard cock. He’s been hard all day and never thought to relieve himself? “Do you want to fuck me?” you say in a sexy tone, your voice breaking at the end.

“Fuck. Turn around. Get on your hands and knees, now,” he requests, in a rageful tone. You listen immediately, assuming the position. You arch your back, sticking your ass out, legs parted wide. “Give it to me. I want your dick,” you say as you look back over your shoulder, resting on your elbows.

He takes hold of his shaft and slaps it over your wet entrance. Your butt wiggles at the contact and you whine, “Please baby.” He strokes his head over your slit, gathering all your juices. He places his tip at your vagina, he leans back to get a better view. He places just his tip inside, popping into your entrance. You both make prolonged groans of each others’ names. You move your ass back to take more of his dick, all of this teasing has you impatient.

He mutters, “Holy shit baby. Can’t wait, can you?” You start fucking back on his dick, he halts his thrusts. “You like when I fuck myself on your cock? I want it all the time,” you moan out as you look behind you at him. He’s mesmerized by his dick fucking into you, then he looks up. He brushes his bangs back, that sexy gesture again. It turns him on so much when you’re saying disgusting things to him.

Not able to take this much longer, he starts stroking into you with a skillful movement. He circularly gyrates into your pulsating pussy. He yells out, “I’m gonna come inside you! Please keep squeezing my dick! It’s so tight!” You clench around him and moan into the blanket, “I’m coming too, baby! Come in me!” You hope he hears you and in the next couple of thrusts, you come, clenching him tightly, then pulsating around his throbbing dick. You feel his come spurt into you over and over each time you pulse around him. He’s breathing heavily, leaning down, bangs in his eyes again.

He reaches to stroke his bangs back, this makes you moan again, lurching forward. Your legs go together and you fall onto your stomach. He smacks your ass and lands on his side next to you. He rubs his hand across your back causing you to shiver. He places his mouth to yours, smashing together in post coital intimacy.

He rubs his nose along yours lightly, “I really like you,” he smiles. “I really like you,” you repeat as you turn onto your side, knees bent, touching his.

The smile he gives you could rival all other smiles on the planet. You’re not one for hyperbole, but really. His eyes light up, his lips making the cutest heart, his cheeks asking to be pinched. He leans in again to make out with you, your lips are irresistible to him. He starts to peck kisses onto your mouth, then your cheeks, then your shoulder. He rubs over each kiss he leaves, not able to control himself.

You stretch out as his touch leaves you with goosebumps. You reach for his chin and stop him, “I think we gave the neighbors quite a show. Is this the encore?” He blushes as he remembers he never got around to buying curtains. “No, this is the intermission,” with that trademark smile.

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Do you want another part? Any requests would be great!

[dks-smut]

Somebody… Part 1

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Kyungsoo x female reader

Rating: Mature, Explicit af

Word Count: 9,290 (I edited it down)

Genre: Smut, Romance, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers

Warnings: Too many to name. Alcohol, name calling, fucking, choking.

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Wanting to give in to temptation; your self-control ran out the back door under the flickering exit sign. Your thoughts are fuzzy as you throw your head back drinking in another abysmally overpriced whiskey sour.

At first, you only came out to listen to a new jazz collective that was stopping by your city. Then, as your tab reaches new heights, a mysterious man comes up to the bar and orders a vodka soda. You roll your eyes as you spot the serious and dark figure turn around and glance at his watch.

The bartender places a napkin down and gently sets his order on the splintered oak counter. He never flinches and purposely turns and clasps his slender fingers around the already dripping glass. Your head starts to get fuzzier as you secretly watch from your periphery, this mysterious figure glancing at his watch yet again.

You huff out at how ridiculous this man looks in this shithole of a bar in the bad part of town. He definitely stuck out like a sore thumb, but in this instance, he too seemed to have a darker wanton side.

He grabs onto your wrist as you set your glass down. Your eyes meet when his other hand, after placing his glass down, lightly traces up your thigh. He smirks, his head tilting low. His eyes release a yearning hunger. His fingertips then travel higher to where you are throbbing and his chest deflates letting out a deep but barely there moan.

You try your hardest to stand and pull your wrist from this mysteriously handsome stranger. His dark fitted suit matching his hair that was pushed back reveals his brown almond-shaped eyes. You twist your torso to try and gain momentum to pull your wrist back again. He pulls harder and you spin back around facing him, his large dark eyes making your thighs press together.

As you stand paralyzed, he leans into your neck; his plump wet lips meet your earlobe. You’re weak and drunk from the night’s previous events which had you getting ditched by coworkers going to see a different local band at another bar nearby. You preferred the quiet and this bar was just that. And yet the stranger whose hand was still up your skirt was the complete opposite, loud. Loud in your head, loud to your eyes, and loud to your pussy.

He whispers, “I bet I can make you come with just my hands.” He wraps his other arm around your nape, his fingers sliding through your hair. Goosebumps form on your arms and scalp; you shiver.

He sees your reaction even under dim lighting. The bartender tries not to notice how close you two have become even though you haven’t spoken a word to each other until seconds prior. You’re strangers, and now his hand slides up farther, barely touching his fingertips to your inner thigh. And higher he goes. His fingers meet your underwear and he ghosts a fingertip over your slit.

He brings his face closer to you, maybe for a kiss but then moves closer to your ear and relishes in seeing the way your breath has been stolen from your lungs. His hand moves out from under your skirt. Your eyes roll back and you blink. You feel as if you could fall into his deep dark eyes. He whispers again, in his baritone voice, “I told you.”

He never backs away from you until the bar starts getting crowded. The table closest to you was vacant, but is now seating six people. You’re feeling exposed now, still standing by the stools at the bar. You are obviously unable to move with his hand still on your nape and his mouth close to your ear.

You hear the patrons pulling out their metal chairs which are scrapped across the uneven planks below. Voices started to rise and the din got louder. And now the bar was no longer quiet, neither was your mind.

The abruptness of the noise startled you causing you jump which in turn caused his hand to lose his grip on your neck. You’re shaking, your knees are weak, and yes, your pussy is dripping. Finally falling into his deep eyes, you grab his wrist toward the exit sign. He moves away from his barstool, grabbing your arm and interlocking it with his. He steps slowly out of the bar and onto the sidewalk. It was now raining, but neither of you had an umbrella.

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You both walk quickly down the block until you find an awning in front of a hardware store. There is an awkward silence. You don’t know where this is going, but right now, you couldn’t go anywhere. The rain had you both trapped. Now was as good a time as any to ask his name. His serious, dour, and brooding features made you a little uneasy. The alcohol coursing through your body made you feel a bit safer but standing on a dark, wet street block with hardly any pedestrians next to a stranger was still perilous.

You glance over at him and at the same time his head turns towards you. The night has a slight chill and with the rain, you brush off the drops and shiver slightly. He stares you down and follows your every movement. He starts removing his suit jacket and silently places it around your shoulders. You nod politely and then hesitantly say, “Thank you, sir.” His plump lips turn to a smirk and he says, “Call me Kyungsoo. And it’s a pleasure.”

You’re unable to tell if he can see the pink tint spread across your cheeks. He’s still smirking and staring you in the face as you turn to look down at the sidewalk in embarrassment. It wasn’t just from now knowing his name, a beautiful name, but how his voice rang out deeply afterwards … It's a pleasure.

To shake the feeling you grasp at your purse out of nervousness and shuffle around inside for your cigarettes. You take out the pack, open the flap and take a cigarette from it. While closing it, you hold up the pack towards Kyungsoo and ask, “I know it’s an awful habit. Would you like one?” Smoking while drunk is one of the best feelings other than smoking after a meal or having sex. He nods and expertly grabs one from your pack. While placing the cigarette pack inside your purse, you start rummaging around for a lighter. Kyungsoo notices your frustration and places his hand in his pocket retrieving his lighter. He flips the zippo top and flicks it, the spark igniting into a flame. This noise surprises you and you look toward him with the cigarette dangling from your lips. You lean in while he holds his lighter closer and it’s successfully lit after two drags. He does the same for himself.

You speak after finally inhaling the nicotine, letting the stillness and calm overtake you, “I guess this is where I tell you my name.” Kyungsoo’s eyes grow wide then hooded. He tilts his head back and exhales smoke with his strong jaw jutting out. You're transported back to the reverie of what happened at the bar. You wonder if those thoughts are swimming around in his head as well.

Breaking free of self-consciousness, you tell him your name. His head turns and starts to smile, making a heart shape. He then licks his plump lips to say, “Do you want to go somewhere?” At that moment the rain finally lets up, not completely but enough to see where this night leads.

Still drunk and not sure of how to reply to his question, you stumble against the hardware store window, slipping a bit. The streetlights start to blur creating beautiful patterns that look like fireworks. You almost collapse to the sidewalk. Kyungsoo immediately places his hand above your elbow saving you from ruining your skirt on the dirty sidewalk. He backs away from you while still holding your arm and asks, “Are you all right?” His eyes are tracing you up and down just to be sure you’re not going to tumble forward.

You eventually balance yourself and take another heavy drag from your cigarette. You throw the rest into the gutter on the street. You sigh and reply, “Yes, I am fine. Still a bit drunk. Wanna grab a bite? Maybe to help sober up?” His face is delighted. His eyes turn bright and wide. Again, you both link arms with him taking the lead. Not sure of where he had in mind to eat.

He ends up stepping to the curb and with his free hand, waves to hail a cab. Within a handful of seconds, you see a yellow taxi pull up and stop. Kyungsoo opens the door for you and you step forward and duck into the backseat. He goes around to the other side and slips in next to you. He speaks to the driver in his deep tone expelling a name and address that you didn’t recognize. He slips back into the seat and the car takes off.

You look out your window feeling nervous. You’re not sure why you’ve become so trusting of a complete stranger. Again, not completely strange since he had touched your most intimate area. You’ve maybe spoken a couple dozen words to each at this point, but you felt a longing and a need to be longed for. There was a mysteriousness within Kyungsoo, and you could only presume you were alike and needed companionship. Or just to be in the same space as another human being.

You finally speak up, taking your gaze away from the passing traffic lights that were still blurry due to your drunkenness and the raindrops dotting the window, “Where are we headed?” He peeks over at you, but it’s hard to tell how he takes your question since the car’s interior is quite dark. He slowly lets out, “A diner just not too far away.” It’s barely loud enough to hear even while sitting so close to him.

He then rests his hand on the empty space between you two, and you can slightly feel his fingertips make contact with your thigh. The ride is bumpy, so you are unsure if this is intentional or not. You feel warm and gutsy, so you place your hand on your thigh and slide it down to meet the top of his hand. Such games were usually reserved for nervous teens, but you did not care one bit. You wanted to get closer, closer to him, closer so you could smell him.

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Finally arriving at said diner, you both hop out opposite sides of the cab. He places his hand on your lower back to usher you towards the entrance. You both scan the diner; it’s quite empty, but the atmosphere is perfect and intimate. You find a table for two, and take a seat. You have your back to the entrance, while his back is facing a wall. The server comes to greet you two, and asks for drink orders. “Water and coffee, please,” you say out loud while he looks up from the menu and says, “I’ll have the same.” The server nods and says, “Coming right up,” and she walks away.

Alone again, you gaze intently into his eyes trying so hard to understand what he sees in you, a drunken stranger. He matches your gaze until he finally speaks, “Your eyes are the most vivid green I have ever seen. Has anyone told you that?” He never looks away, still with his sharp, round eyes piercing into you. “Is this what you tell all of the women whose skirts are short enough to get your hand under?” You ask him, breaking your stare to see the server walk up to your table with the drinks.

Once the server places your drinks down, she takes your food order. Once she disappears again, he replies to your question, “Really, I don’t normally act this way. I am not the type of person you think I am.” This is the most words he has spoken to you all at once since meeting. You are just falling more and more for him.

His chesty, deep tone is such a turn on and it helps that the voice does not seem to belong to him just by his looks. “So what type are you then?” you ask him in your quiet, but honest tone. “Just a lonely person trying not to feel lonely anymore. Honestly, when I saw you sitting at the bar alone, I wanted to buy you a drink, but that seemed too forward and a bit cliche.”

Your eyes grow large at this confession and you say in reply, “And sticking your hand up my skirt wasn’t too forward? What made you think that was okay and not offering to buy me a drink?” He responds without hesitation, “That’s not what I meant. Really. I’m sorry if I came off too strong and assaulted you. I know you’re a person with feelings and not an object to feel up.” You sit back and in your chair while sipping your coffee. Once you swallow you say, “Thank you. I accept your apology. And by thank you, I mean for doing what you did to me. This has never happened to me before, and to be frank, I really liked it.” A smirk adorns his face almost instantly once he hears your reply.

“So, since you’re still here, sitting with me and having dinner at 1:30am, I am going to say that you like me.”

“Well, that is quite presumptuous.” you say with an air of disgust. “And I assume the feeling is mutual?” you say to qualify your previous statement as not to come off as too angry.

“It is. I like being with you,” he simply replies while taking a sip of coffee. “I’m glad you’re here, and I’m glad you’re still here.” You smile and start to blush. You wipe your mouth and place the napkin on the table and say, “Me too. Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom. Be right back.”

He nods and continues eating. He wantonly watches as you walk toward the bathroom and notices the way your skirt sways in opposition to your hips. Oh god, I am enamored by this woman. I can’t help but think of what her breathy moans sound like, especially in ecstasy. I want to hear her say my name in between whines and exhales, thinking to himself.

He clears his throat and takes a sip of coffee to shake his thoughts. He didn’t want you to come back and see him this way.

As you reach the bathroom, you shut the door and lock it. You rest your hands on the counter and look at yourself in the mirror, trying to catch your breath. I can’t believe this is happening. He chose me. How is this happening? you think while splashing cool water on your cheeks. I wonder why he kept glancing at his watch. Did he get stood up and think I was the next best thing to get his dick wet on? You dry your hands and shake those thoughts, straighten your outfit, and walk out.

Just in time, he straightens himself out and starts to unbutton his cuffs to roll his sleeves up, you saunter back to your seat. You notice his precise movement; his sinewy arms make you force your thighs together. You had just finished freshening up, but the sight of his bare forearms will cause another mess to clean up.

You perk up and say to him, “Something on your mind?” he responds with just a nod, so you press further, “Well, you wanna share?” He repeats the same question back to you which causes you to lean forward, resting your elbows on the table. “Maybe there is. I’m not sure how to say this. It's quite embarrassing.” you say, careful so other patrons cannot hear. “Try me,” he stated. His eyes never budged from your stare. “I am completely turned on by you. I’ve always wanted somebody…” you trailed off. “Somebody who?” he responds, waiting for you to continue your thought. You are unable to finish and just asked, “You ready? I’m full and feeling sleepy now.”

He nods and says, “Sure. Let’s go. Where do you live?”

“Very close actually. I’m surprised I never noticed this diner before. I have to be at work pretty early. I can walk,” you hinted. “Would you like for me to walk you home?” he offers with concern in his eyes, not ready for this night to end. “Please, that would be wonderful.” you reply, eyes sparkling. He smiles his beautiful smile, his lips shifting into a heart.

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You both make your way down the damp sidewalk toward your apartment. You offer his suit jacket back, and he says, “No, please keep it. I hope to get it back when I see you again,” smirking again. Nearing closer and closer to your building, you sigh, which he notices immediately. “God, it’s been such a long yet surprising night,” you mumble as you search for your keys.

“It’s been a night to remember,” he concurred. He follows you up the stairs to the lobby door. You turn away from him and start to enter the passcode when he suddenly places his hand over yours to bring it to his chest. You spin around suddenly facing him. He brings your hand up to his full, plump lips to place a kiss on your palm. You are swooning and step closer to him.

He releases your hand, but you don’t want this to end. You fill the empty space between you two and just stare into his beautiful eyes. He leans in closer and places his lips onto your cheek, then lower onto your neck. You gasp from his surprising movement, and a moan escapes your throat. You can then feel his lips turn to a smile moving lower from your neck to your collarbone. He is definitely enjoying this, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t.

You separate and he takes his phone out then asks for yours. You trade phones, and type your number into his. You name your contact with just a heart emoji. You swap phones and see he names his contact in your phone as, ‘Somebody…’.

“I hope we can see each other soon,” you blurt out and quickly enter your passcode and disappear behind the double doors. You try your hardest not to look back as you wait for the elevator.

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Once you enter your dark and quiet apartment, you collapse against the wall adjoining your bedroom. You think to yourself, how is this possible? Who was this man? I cannot believe this just happened. How can I know this is real?

After a shower, you fall into bed ready for your dreams to overtake you. You remember his suit jacket, and go and grab it from the kitchen counter where you threw your purse. You place it on your face and inhale deeply. God, he smells so good. Just as you are about to actually fall asleep, hugging his jacket, you hear your phone vibrate. A text from Kyungsoo reads, “I hope you sleep well,” then another text with just a heart emoji.

You awake the next morning and before climbing out of bed, you suddenly remember the past night’s events, thinking it was all a dream. You go about your daily routine at work. Not a moment goes by without thoughts of his beautiful round eyes, plump lips, and amazing smile. You take a peek at his text to you from last night. Each time, a smile forms and you become lost in a reverie.

You think to send a text back at that moment saying, “I hope you’re having a lovely day.” You press send, then start typing another message, “I cannot stop thinking about last night.” Once you send that text, you immediately see that he is typing a response. You anxiously await while tapping your foot on the ground. Finally, you read it, “Likewise. I cannot wait until my lips are back on you.” You look up from your phone and blush, hoping your coworkers don’t notice.

You see him typing another message, “Can we see each other tonight?” Just then your boss comes over to ask about an assignment, you quickly place your phone face down on your desk. The day gets away from you since it has been pretty hectic at work. You realize you never responded to Kyungsoo. While walking out at the end of the work day, you hurriedly type a reply to his question, “I am so sorry, work was crazy today. Yes, please. Let’s meet up tonight. My place? Nine o’clock?” You press send.

Once you get to your place, you start to feel nervous but excited. You remember the way he smells just then and your knees get weak. You snap out of it, yet again, and let the warm water of your shower wash over you. Your mind starts to churn with all the thoughts of what tonight may hold.

You’re twiddling your thumbs, sitting on your couch, when your phone buzzes. You see it’s Kyungsoo calling. You take a deep breath and answer, “Hey you.” Your tone is bright, but not too bright. You don’t want to seem too excited or eager. He responds with a bass laden voice, “Hey you, too. Is it okay if I come by soon? And I really wanted to hear your voice.”

A huge smile covers your face, “Please do. I love hearing your voice too. It’s so fucking hot.” Thinking you said too much he chuckles and it deeply resonates, going straight to your throbbing pussy. “I’m glad you think so. Be there soon, sweetie.” He hangs up and you place your phone down. His using a term of endearment furthers your anxiousness.

Now slightly drunk on thoughts of him, you decide to pour yourself a glass of red wine. You grab another glass in preparation for his arrival. When is ‘soon’? I hope it’s sooner than now.

After taking a couple of sips from your glass, sitting in the silence of your apartment, you hear a ding from the intercom system. You buzz him up. You start to pace around, from your couch to the front door and back.

You hear three knocks on your door. You take a deep breath and open it. He’s wearing something more casual than yesterday, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He looks delicious. Black is definitely his color, it matches his tan skin tone so well. The outline of his pecs through his shirt is something to behold as he steps inside.

“Miss me?” he chuckles while walking toward your couch. You point to the empty glass sitting on the coffee table. He nods and you sidle between the coffee table and couch to sit next to him. You pop the cork off the bottle while he holds up the glass for you to start pouring.

“It would be a lie if I said I didn’t,” you say cautiously while bringing the glass to your lips. You place your knees to your chest and rest your feet on the couch, getting quite comfortable and facing his direction, an empty space between you two. Kyungsoo turns his torso to match your direction. He sips his wine and his lips turn burgundy. He sets the glass down on the table and says shyly, “I definitely missed you even though it hasn’t even been 24 hours since we first met. You have such a hold on me. Shall we get to know each other?”

“Yes, I would love that. What would you like to know?” you ask and then he abruptly speaks without room for silence, “I want you to finish the sentence you started last night at the diner. You know, when you said ‘somebody…’ and started to trail off. Please elaborate.”

“Well, I wanted to say what was on my mind but felt that since we were strangers, I had to have a bit of self preservation. I’m scared. Us meeting in the bar the way we did scares the hell out of me. I don’t want to get hurt and broken.”

“Why would you think I’d hurt you?” he asks quixotically.

“Every time I’ve put myself out there, I’ve been burned and had my heart smashed,” you say, “You must understand. Every heart that’s been loved has been broken in one way or another. I wanted to save myself from that,” you say, and guzzle the rest of your wine down.

“Please tell me. I’m here and I’m listening,” he quickly responds. He fills your glass up and tops his off.

“I’ve always wanted somebody to love me for me. With all of my faults, idiosyncrasies, and ugliness. Wanted isn’t the correct word. I need somebody. I am willing to do the same. I am looking for a missing puzzle piece, I suppose,” finally responding to the question that has apparently been eating at him since last night.

He closes in the distance between you two on the couch and his hand rests gently on your shoulder. Your head drops to the side nuzzling his hand and you’re finally touching. You have longed to be in his presence since departing last night, and your wish has come true. You feel safe and warm (not the wine talking) being near him. Now it’s time for you to ask him questions. “Tell me about yourself. I want to know every thought that went through your head when you first saw me in the bar.”

Removing his hand from your shoulder, he sits up, preparing to bare his inner thoughts. “I felt a connection before I even saw your face. There was a loneliness, like I said before, that I was feeling and could tell there was a somewhat hidden melancholy about you too,” he finally says. “I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense, but it’s something I’ve never felt in another’s presence. I felt like we needed each other, to lean on, to talk to, to count on.” he says. He laid his soul bare, and likewise with yours. You start getting closer and closer to one another on the couch. You both tip your glasses back and finish off the rest of the wine; the bottle is empty.

You’re about to get up from the couch and ask if he’d like for you to open another bottle, but he puts a hand on your leg and shakes his head. “I want to remember everything.” he says in a hushed tone. His smooth yet husky tone rang in your ears. You coyly smirk at him and nod.

You gather your courage and reach over to him and place both arms around his neck, resting on his shoulders. “I do too,” you respond quietly. You’re both gazing into each other's eyes again, because god, his eyes are so clear, but dark, and wide, it’s so easy to get lost. You finally embrace passionately, lips meeting at long last. He starts to bite your lower lip which causes you to moan out, a little surprised but mostly turned on. He opens his eyes for a moment only for you to close the gap this time and press your lips to his, continuing at a fevered pace. Neither of you are able to contain the excitement, and his tongue swirls around your lips wanting to meet yours. You oblige and exhale a quiet whine which causes him to lower your back down on the couch.

Both of you break apart just long enough to catch your breath, and then he’s hovering over you again. His large, plush lips glide down your neck to your sternum. Your legs are pressing together to gain some friction in the area you need most. He is balancing himself on his hands with his legs on either side of yours. His lips are back on your neck and his hand reaches for your waist, and slides his fingertips beneath your shirt.

His slender fingers rest on your ribs and stop. His hot tongue pressing more passionately within your mouth while also groaning when you twitch from his hand going higher to meet your breast over your bra. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him even closer. Then you drop your hands and reach behind his back to start lifting his black tee up. The air becomes stifling, the atmosphere suffocating.

He rises to his knees, and lifts his shirt up and off himself, throwing it on the floor. You’re still lying there, staring in awe at his physique, toned but not muscular. He’s honestly perfect. His eyes grow wide at you staring up at him. You love the expression on his face, half surprise and half mirth.

He kneels down toward your body again and places more and more soft kisses across your neck and back to your lips. While doing so you breathlessly ask, “Why did you keep looking at your watch last night? Were you expecting someone?” Your fingers are freely able to feel his warm, naked skin.

More moans escape your throat and he starts to grunt when your hips rise to meet his. Showing him how eager you are to continue, he lifts your shirt up which causes you two to disconnect from the fevered wet kisses. In the next moment, you’re back on each other like ravenous animals.

Feeling like your breath is being taken from you like drowning, you push up on his chest. He stops immediately and says, “Are you okay? Do you want to continue? Please tell me if I’m hurting you.” Thankful for his reaction, you pant, “Yes, I’m more than fine. I just need a minute to catch my breath. Please don’t worry. Will you answer my question?” You sit up which causes him to move farther upwards. He is still hovering over you, knees on either side of your legs. You feel bereft, wishing how you could do without oxygen if it meant being as close as possible to him.

He finally provides an answer to your question, “I was expecting my friend to show up, but he never did. I thought I was reading the time wrong. He always ditches me.” You frown, “I’m sorry, but luckily he did because we wouldn’t have met.” He smiles down at you with the loveliest gaze.

The break had lasted long enough, when you began to kiss his stomach, which was at your eye level. He twitches, then groans enthusiastically. His stern voice rattles, “You really have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” He then starts to grin and his thick dark eyebrows furrow; angry he’s not closer to you.

Your arms move around his waist as you leave wet trails down his stomach and closer to the top of his pants. You begin to unbutton his jeans, unzipping them as well. You slowly slide your hands down his hips into his pants to lower them. You are still kissing his toned stomach while he moans, causing you to smirk, hearing your effect on him.

Your eyes are staring at his bulge straining in his jeans. His eyes watch you watching him. He quietly asks, “What are you thinking about?” You perk up and lift your chin to make eye contact with him. Your gaze is heavy as you mutter, “I’m scared to say. It’s kind of embarrassing,” and look back down at the outline of his dick in his jeans.

“Come on. Tell me, please,” he begs while tilting your chin back up. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.” you move your legs from in between him and sit up. You walk over to your counter and grab another bottle of wine. When you return, you realize you’re only in a bra and sweatpants. You start to cover yourself with your arms, and sit back on the couch.

He has moved from kneeling to a sitting position, head tilted back on the sofa. He exhales and groans quietly to himself, maybe out of frustration. His pants are still unbuttoned and unzipped but just below his hips; you can see the band of his black boxer briefs. He moves his head up away from the back of the sofa, and runs his hand through his hair in the sexiest way you’ve ever seen. You watch him from your periphery while pouring you both another glass of wine. Your pussy starts to throb again so you chug your glass down and pour another. This is all starting to become too much but you want to continue but are so afraid at the same time.

You have real feelings for this man, but once you’ve fucked, he may disappear forever. You hate being stuck in between, almost as if after having sex, he’ll fall into a black hole and never return. What if you’re not good enough? Not sexy enough? Bad at sex? What if he hates your body or the way you laugh or pick through your food? Pondering these questions while your pussy leaks and throbs is difficult. It’s even more difficult as the room starts to spin with your drunkenness. How do you proceed? I guess you could answer his question by not saying the things you are thinking.

“Hey, easy there,” he says after you down another glass. “It’s okay. I want to remember this. And I want you to remember me. Remember us,” he continues. It’s all becoming so much that your eyes start to well up and a tear drips down your cheek toward the corner of your mouth. “I’ll tell you what I’m thinking,” you finally say without him trying to notice the words getting caught in your throat.

He sits up, lifts your chin so you’re looking at him. He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth where your tear disappeared, tasting its saltiness. He kisses you with more passion while his thumb wipes the wetness from your cheek. Your hot tongues meet again and then a beautiful groan vibrates from his throat. You move your lips away from his as you grab his wrist that was stroking your face. “I want you to fuck me so hard but I’m afraid this will be the last time,” you whimpered. “I want to see you again. I want to know you. I want to taste you and feel you,” you say with more conviction thanks to the alcohol.

His eyes are intensely focused on you as you say this, pupils dilating. He speaks without breaking eye contact, “It won’t be the last time. I am so taken by you, your personality, your laughter, your face, the taste of your lips and your tears.” His other hand, the one you aren’t holding, reaches behind your neck to suddenly pull you closer to him until your foreheads meet. “I mean it. It’s not the alcohol talking or my dick. Even though you make me so hard,” he says as his deep voice cracks.

You place your other hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically. Your heads separate and you both face forward toward the coffee table. You both take a few more sips from your glasses. Your thighs rub together, still feeling aroused. You’re staring off in the distance not knowing what to say or do next. He speaks up with a deeper tone this time, “I thought about you last night when we parted at your building; after I kissed your neck. I wanted to feel your lips on mine so badly but didn’t want to overstep.”

Your haziness is broken by his voice when you turn to face him, again you cover your chest, feeling exposed. “I wanted to call you and hear your voice before I went to sleep. You made me so fucking hard when I left. I jerked off thinking about how my name would sound coming from your lips. How you would look under me and how amazing your pussy would taste on my tongue. I’ve never had those thoughts about someone I’ve known for only a couple of hours. Then I had a wet dream about you moaning on top of me with my name on your lips. I can’t get you out of my mind.”

You jaw all but hits the floor while he’s still explaining in detail how he jerked off thinking about you. And then dreaming about you. What are you supposed to say in reply? Your head was still spinning but now from his words and less from the wine.

You slide towards him and whine out, “I wanted to kiss you so badly last night once you kissed my neck. Your lips looked so soft and irresistible. I couldn’t stop thinking about your hand up my thigh in the bar; my pussy has been aching ever since. I went to bed thinking about you and woke up, went to work still thinking about you. Your face, your voice, those plump lips on my skin. I thought about your fingers in my cunt. I was so wet when I woke up this morning. I want to kiss and suck your cock until you can’t breathe.” Now his mouth is agape and he’s aghast at you telling him your dark secrets. His head is tilted down but his eyes are up still looking at you, now with hunger.

He suddenly grabs you by both of your bare shoulders and kisses you hard, with fervor, with want. His kisses are electrifying and delicious. He forces his tongue into your mouth and saliva starts your drip from the corners of your mouth. He bites down on your bottom lip hard, pulls it, and goes back to devouring you. Your hands are around his neck and you reach up and tug his hair, running your nails through his scalp. At this, he shudders and groans. He unwillingly leaves your lips for your neck, and down to your collarbone again, which reminds you of last night’s goodbye. You whimper his name while gliding your hands down his shoulder blades, lighting scratching.

While continuing down your chest, he moves your left bra strap down your shoulder, exposing your breast. His wet, warm lips suck your nipple and he starts to bite and pull it, like your bottom lip. This makes you moan his name loud, louder than he’s ever heard you. “Fuck, that’s what I imagined you sounded like. You are so fucking hot,” he says after he releases your tit. Before he can say anything else, you grab his face and kiss him, pushing your weight into him.

As soon as his back falls onto the couch, you hear a boom of thunder and flashes of lightning outside your window. Rain starts to beat down, dripping down your window, like your pussy right now. The lights inside start to flicker, once, then twice, then out completely. The both of you stare out the window, then you fumble off of him in the darkness.

You feel around for your phone, and in the process your hand touches his dick straining through his jeans. He moans and grabs your hand as you reach away and places it back on his bulge. With your phone in your other hand, you can see his expression in the glow; wonton, with crazy and dark eyes that turns you on so much. “Please, I want to see you. Let me find some candles,” you plead. He huffs and helps you sit up.

You fix your bra strap and cover your breast and hop up carefully and go into the kitchen. You shine your phone light as you find a lighter and candles. You shakily light them, and thunder booms again outside. God, this storm and power outage has the worst timing, you say to yourself. You can feel wetness between your legs and you place the candles around, creating a romantic ambiance in your apartment. You can now see him in the flickering shadows still sitting on your couch, legs spread wide, looking very frustrated that you’re not next to him.

“That’s better,” you say as you sit down next to him. “Yes, it is. Fuck, come here. I need you. You’re so beautiful,” he whispers and grabs you. He forces you down onto your back and hovers over you once again. You spread your legs open which gives him room to settle in between. You lift your hips to grind onto his dick which makes him lose it. He presses himself into your center thrusting to meet your movements. With your eagerness showing, he starts leaving marks on your neck behind your ear and moves down, nipping at your skin and sucking.

You are so overwhelmed at this point and cannot take it anymore. You need him inside of you now. But again, your thoughts of him leaving after the deed is done swims in your mind. Contrary to what your body is telling him, you say, “Please go slow. I want this to last. I don’t want this to end.”

“Oh, baby, I will. I want this to last forever. I hope I can make it without coming in my pants first,” he stutters as he’s still kissing down your neck. He comes back up to devour your lips.

The shadows on the wall mirror your movements on the couch with him. The only noises are the rain pattering at your window, the thunder, his groans, and your whines. He smells so good. His hair, his clothes, everything. His scent turns you on even more and you start grinding into him again like before the power went out. He presses harder into your core and the feeling of his hard dick makes you see stars.

His hand goes back to your bra strap and forces it down and it snaps against your arm. You can tell he is getting more and more desperate by the deep grunts he’s making. “God, I need more,” you whimper. He takes that as a sign and places his hand behind your back and unclips your bra. He yanks it off your chest, down your arms and throws it into the darkness not illuminated by the candles.

He kneels and sits back on his heels in awe, in a daze. This makes your skin hot and your cheeks red. You ask him, “What is it? Are you okay?” His deep stare is not waning, eyes darting from your breasts up to your lips, then eyes, and back down again to your chest. When you reach out to touch his forearms, he shivers and says, “Oh my god, yes. You are so beautiful. I’m trying so hard not to come.”

Just then, he starts to touch your breasts and you smile up at him. He pinches and fondles both of your nipples while moving down toward you. His lips are on one nipple and his hand rubs the other. Each pinch and touch causes you to grind into him with more fervor. Your hands grab at his thick black hair and then slide down his back.

His tongue goes lower toward your navel then to the top of your sweatpants. You lift your hips and he grabs the elastic and pulls them off. Now you’re just in your black cotton underwear while he’s only wearing his unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. He places more kisses above the seam of your underwear and darts his tongue out. You yelp, “Please more! More! I’m so wet!” His dark eyes turn up at you quickly while still swirling his tongue around. “I can smell you, it’s so fucking hot,” he says in a deep whisper.

He sticks his fingers into the seam of your underwear on your hips and starts to slide them down. His movements are slow and calculated and his fingernails graze your thighs on the way down. Now, completely naked, he goes into his lost gaze again in awe of your body. You buck your hips up toward him letting him know you’re so eager for his hands and mouth to make contact with you again. He takes the hint and grabs the back of your knees and pushes them on your chest, open wide so he can see you properly.

He places soft kisses on your inner thigh very close to your core. Your legs go over his shoulders and he starts to rub your labia. He moans in your core, “You are so wet, holy shit. I love it. Fuuuck.” He finally places his tongue between your slit and you arch your back in ecstasy. Your muscles tense up and your thighs squeeze around his neck. He groans into your core in response and begins to suck on your clit. You completely lose it when he does this, finally where you want him, after all this build up.

Just then, the lights flicker on and then back off, then on again. The lights stay on now, just your lamp in the living room and the stove hood light are on. You look down on him in surprise at the sudden appearance of his features. He bends his head away from your pussy to look at you. His lips are swollen, his cheeks are flushed, and your wetness covers his mouth down to his chin.

“This is better, I can see all of you. Do you want to move to your room, or is this fine?” he asks while gasping for air. “I don’t want you to stop, please, I need you,” you whimper in reply. “Please do whatever you want to me. I just want to be close to you,” you add, then he nods and dives back into your pussy. Continuing to suck on your clit while pinching your nipples.

You arch up just enough to hold the sides of his face and gasp out, “Please, take off your pants. I want your cock.”

“Patience, babe. In time. I feel like I will come as soon as you touch my dick,” he says, eyes glazed over. You smirk, “Yeah, but we can fuck more.” He nods, consigned to what’s about to happen, inhaling hard. He takes your legs off him and starts to strip out of his pants and his underwear. His cock slaps up against his stomach and he moans. You can see his tip is swollen and wet.

“Holy shit, you are fucking sexy. So thick,” you whimper out. He breaks eye contact, embarrassed at the compliment, blushing. “You are so hot when you talk nasty like that. Are you a slut?” he asks, looking back up to you, an eyebrow flicking up, creating wrinkles in his forehead.

Your eyes widen in shock at his question. Then you smirk because you really are, but never felt comfortable enough to be dirty. “I am a slut. Just your slut. Fuck me hard until I can’t see. Please baby,” you whine to him, never breaking eye contact, hoping he can feel the weight behind your words.

“Shit, you are bad. I will do whatever you want me to,” he groans deeply exhaling loudly, obviously affecting him to the core.” Your head still spins from the alcohol but his stare is making you drunker. “I love when you call me baby,” he says and grabs your throat to pin you back down onto the couch. He feels your pulse, your blood coursing through your veins. “Oh my god, yes! Please more,” you yell out.

His grip on your throat is making your eyes roll back and close. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life. You’ve only slept with one other person. He broke your heart. He cheated and you felt lost, deciding to never get this close to anyone again. That was years ago and since then you’ve longed for someone to take control of you, use you, doing whatever they pleased, whenever.

“Use me. Control me. Please,” you coo and plead. “Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt you in any way,” he rasped, still unsure if he could hold his load any longer. While still pressing into your neck, he reaches down to stroke your clit. Then he takes his soaked fingers and wraps them around his engorged cock, lubricating it. He does this back and forth a few times while trying to control his breathing. Suddenly, he asks, “Do you want to use a condom?” You shake your head immediately, just saying, “I’m on the pill. Give it to me.”

He runs his tip up and down your slit, smirking because he gets to feel all of you. He smacks his dick against it a few times which causes a voracious moan to emit from your chest. Your nipples are hard, he’s choking you, all the while teasing you and himself. Your eyes shut tight, unsure of how painful this will be since it has been years since you’ve been fucked. He places his tip closer to your entrance and pauses, “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

It takes a lot of strength to finally open your eyes. You meet his gaze and his hand releases a bit of pressure from your throat to rub your cheek. “That’s better,” he says and starts to press on your neck again. You can feel the head of his dick against you. He’s thick and you’re not sure if it will be a smooth fit. It will take some adjustments and patience.

He slowly presses his tip in and stops when he hears you squeal and sees your eyebrows furrow in pain. He slides out and asks, “Are you all right? Do you want me to stop?” Again, you shake your head then confess, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex. I’ve only been with one other person. It may take a bit to make it comfortable. Plus you’re very thick. It’s bigger than I’ve ever taken.” He cannot believe someone as beautiful and kind has only been with one other person sexually. “I will be careful. I’m sorry. How can men not want to fuck you?” He groans and lines up to try again.

Even though you are sopping wet, he tries eagerly to press back into you. His tip pops in again which makes you wince. Gathering yourself, you hold his arm and say, “Please it’s okay. It feels so good but go easy and slow.” You open your eyes to match his sultry gaze. He slips a bit more in but slowly removes his dick inhaling every time trying not to bust.

Working just the tip in back and forth, he bites his bottom lip and groans each time. It is the sexiest, deepest sound you’ve ever heard. He is wincing every time he enters you because you’re so tight on his cock. You finally say, “Fuck me! I don’t care if it hurts! Do it!” He hesitantly listens and fucks into your cunt all the way. He stops once he’s buried to the hilt. The feeling is overwhelming. A mix between pain and pleasure. You both moan at the same time, still deeply gazing into each other’s eyes. “Fuck you’re pussy is gripping me so tight!” he yells, and looks down to where his dick disappears into your cunt.

Holding your legs open and back to get a better view, he starts to thrust all the way out, then back in forcefully. You whine as he uses one hand to rub circles on your clit, still fucking you with urgency. You moan out, “Shit, I’m so close! You’re gonna make me come!” He exhales heavily and responds, “I am too. Can I come inside you?” You choke a ‘yes’ as you’re starting to hit your peak. You start shaking and grinding to meet his thrusts. You can feel his dick throb inside you, getting bigger. “I want to feel you come on my cock, please,” he mumbles out, his hair falling in his face. His words make you yell out, “I’m coming!” while repeating his name over and over as your pussy constricts around his dick.

You can tell he is very close and you’re shivering, sensitive from your climax. He never lets up fucking into you which prolongs your orgasm. He grunts and moans and empties himself into you. You can feel every spurt of his come as he’s still thrusting, giving you everything he has. His loud moans give way to quiet exhales as he’s still reeling. He leans down toward your lips and starts kissing you hard, still lightly thrusting, never wanting this to end. The feeling of your wet pussy, dripping with his come, is almost too much for him to continue being inside of you.

He ravenously swirls his tongue inside your mouth, dripping with saliva. He leans up again to look into your beautiful eyes. You cannot believe this happened and whimper, “You are amazing. That was so good.” He smiles wide and nods, “Your pussy was made for me. You feel so fucking amazing.” He’s still lightly thrusting into you, getting hard again. He finally pulls out completely and his cum drips down your ass and onto the couch. “Hang on, let me get a tissue.” He raises himself off of you and walks toward the kitchen. Your legs collapse down on the couch and you sigh, still breathing heavily.

He comes back in seconds and you can see his dick is still hard, standing at attention. At the sight, you moan and look from his cock up to his face. He smirks and furrows his brows, “You want me to fuck you again? I fucking need more. I cannot get enough.” You spread your legs as he's cleaning his come off of you and the couch. While doing so, you say, “I need a fucking cigarette. I’ve never come so hard and so long before in my life.”

You’re still naked as you walk toward your bedroom to grab your cigarettes. You smile as you see a joint you rolled days ago but never got around to smoking. An idea forms. Kyungsoo is still sitting stark naked on your couch, curious what’s taking you so long, he gets up and peeks around your door frame. He sees your plump ass bending down to your bedside table, he becomes insatiable. Just then, you turn around and ask, “Wanna share this joint with me? Do you smoke weed?”

“Yes, please. You turn me on more and more,” he responds. “How is this possible? That you’ve only ever been with one other man?” he adds, still in disbelief that you’re with him right now and no one else. You sit on your bed and light a cigarette and offer him one. He walks over to you to sit next to you on the edge of your bed. You’re trying hard not to stare at his hard cock as it starts to sway with each step toward you. Once the bed sinks with his weight, you light his cigarette. When doing so, the light flickers across your chest and you see him lose it at the sight of your small, perky tits, nipples hard. The red marks on your throat from him choking you and the little bruises he sucked onto your skin.

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To be continued. Let me know if you’re horny enough for more.

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I’m new here and I’ve been working on my first Kyungsoo x f!reader smut. There’s a looooong build up. Right now I’m at 10k words. Should I post it? I’m kinda scared. Any words of encouragement help!