kongchipachi95

[kongchipachi95]

Seungkwan x reader

Pov: you haven’t been dating long, but your hard working bf calls you on his way home from work to Netflix/ramyeon & chill.

Tw: male oral (receiving), penetration, heavy kissing

Seungkwan

You had been scrolling through Netflix for almost 30 minutes trying to find something to watch but nothing seemed to grab your attention. You were about to settle for a movie you hadn’t seen in a while when the screen on your phone lit up, Seungkwan’s smiling face with his round rimmed glasses displayed.

“Hey babe,” you answered.

“Hey beautiful! I just got off my schedule early, are you busy?” he asked, sounding a little tired.

“No, I was just trying to figure out what to watch on Netflix,” you exasperated.

“Oh, are you hungry? I can bring some ramyeon if you’d like and we can watch a movie,” he suggested with a hint of flirtation in his voice.

“Yeah, I could go for some ramyeon. You know what I like,” you flirted back.

“I’ll be quick then,” he told you right before hanging up the phone.

You tidied up the room a bit, putting things away that were just lying around and freshened up in the bathroom. You spritzed some perfume on and put your hair in a stylish bun. Instead of the ratty oversized shirt you always wore around your apartment when you were alone you opted for a loose white crop top t shirt and bike shorts. You didn’t want to look too put together but more effortlessly casual. If he was tired you wanted him to know your apartment was a place for him to relax after a hard day’s work with no pressure to socialize. You had been dating for a few months and this was the first time he’d called you as he was leaving the studio. Usually he would text you when he got home and let you know he was going to chill before going to bed.

After about 45 minutes you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to see Seungkwan waiting for you holding two decaf americanos and a convenience store bag. He was wearing his favorite cotton shorts and a perfectly fitted shirt that was neither too big or too snug. If comfort was a person, it would be Seungkwan. He smiled his signature million dollar smile and gave you a long kiss before entering the apartment. He set the bag down on the coffee table and started taking the items out. He had gotten a big container of rabokki since he knew you were always up for tteokbokki and ramyeon since you had agreed to it. He really was the most considerate boyfriend you’d ever had. You noticed he was always thinking about you and your preferences keeping in mind food items you *might* want later. He helped you pick a movie you would both enjoy and started eating.

As you were slurping your ramen some of the juice splashed onto your shirt.

“Oh no!” you groaned, about to start wiping it off. Out of instinct, Seungkwan immediately reached over with a napkin, wiping away at your chest when his hand slowed down after he realized where exactly he was wiping. You saw him slightly biting his lip, his eyes on your breasts. Your heavy breathing didn’t help as he watched your breasts rise and fall with every exhale. He started wiping again, this time not so much on your shirt as he was rubbing what was under the shirt.

“I think it’d be easier if you take it off,” he said, his voice getting a little deeper. He was looking at you the way someone stranded in the middle of the desert would look at a bottle of water just out of reach. He subconsciously licked his lips, making you feel a warmth growing in your center.

You slowly slid your shirt over your head, making sure to pause as you slipped it over your ears, sticking your chest out slightly. You figured his eyes would be on your breasts popping out of your sports bra. Playing with them when you were alone together and kissing was becoming one of his favorite pastimes. Your hair fell in layers over your shoulders, falling onto your face covering your eyes. He gently pushed them out of the way so he could see your face and kissed your lips gently yet carnally. Like he wanted more but he was doing everything in his power to control himself. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders, feeling the muscles rippling under his shirt as his hands explored your body. They wandered onto his neck and the sides of his face pulling him towards you, your tongue dancing circles around his. Since he was sitting next to you, you sat him back onto the sofa and straddled his lap. You could feel his bulge growing and straining against his shorts. You moved your hips the way you knew he liked, the rolling grind that could bring him to climax without even taking his clothes off. He let out a small moan against your mouth as you kissed.

You reached for his lean waist, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. You sat back slightly to admire his body, something he was adamant about keeping active to stay healthy and it was paying off. You could see his chest rising and falling with the heavy breaths of his excitement.

He reached up and dragged his thumb across your cheek, a soft yet carnal look in his eye. Like he was going through the emotional turmoil of wanting to care for you one minute and wanting to rip your clothes off the next. Thankfully he decided on the latter. He dove his face into your neck, licking and kissing in such a way that was making your toes curl. You couldn’t help but throw your head back and open your legs to receive him. You could feel his bulge pressing against your pelvis making the throbbing all the more intense.

You let out a moan, begging him to make love to you on the sofa. He slowly slid off of you, sitting back and sliding his pants down to his ankles. He reached for your hand and pulled at your wrist so you were straddling him. He tapped his hard, pink cock against your stomach. You could see a drop of pre-cum sitting on top, begging to be licked. You leaned back so you could drink it up, never breaking eye contact with him. As you slid your tongue across his smooth shaft he closed his eyes and sucked air in through his teeth. You could see his hands gripping the seat cushion, so you reached for one of his hands and placed it on the back of your head. He looked down at you.

“Are you going to be my good girl today?” he whispered through heavy eyes. You nodded your head and moaned on his throbbing shaft, forcing him to close his eyes, throw his head back and tighten the grip he had on your hair. You sucked a temp, feeling his muscles tense and you pleasured him on your knees. When you felt like he was getting close to cumming he tore your mouth away from his body, watching you out of breath.

“You want me to cum all inside of your mouth?” he asked aggressively. While he was normally the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for, there were times when his aggressive side came out that drove you absolutely insane.The innocence that normally hung from his face was gone. He had transformed from the baby faced boyfriend to a sexy bad boy wanting to make a mess out of you.

You responded by moaning a reply which sent vibrations through his body and his grip on your hair tightened. You started off slowly, making sure he felt every single move you made. Then you started picking up the tempo and felt his thigh muscles tighten with pleasure. He was a vocal lover, responding to your moves so you knew you were doing a good job. Once he felt like he was getting close to climaxing he pulled your face away from his groin. You held eye contact with him, your hair in strands across his face, spit dribbling from your mouth and out of breath. It was the sexiest thing he could have ever seen, and he wanted you that much more.

“Lie down,” he commanded you. You complied, lying on the sofa as he stood up and stood out of his shorts and boxers. He hovered over you while he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom from his wallet.

“Ah, so you planned this huh?” you asked him with a devilish grin.

“Not necessarily, but I was losing control when I was around you so I thought I better be prepared just in case.”

In truth, it was the first time you have ever made love to each other. You had resorted to heavy petting and making out on the sofa while you watched tv but the tension between you was building into something that neither one of you could no longer contain yourselves. Every makeout session was getting more heated than the last one. And this time was no different in the rest in the sense that you were going to go all the way tonight.

He had an adorable face as he slid the condom onto his hard, throbbing cock. You could see it twitching as he dragged the latex across his shaft, making the throbbing wet mess in your core even more unbearable. He hovered over you, the tip of his dick poking your center. You could smell the faint scent of his shower gel, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your face.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he said as he looked into your eyes. It made your heart and lotus swell even more.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” you replied. He leaned down to kiss you a slow, passionate kiss as he slid into you. You could feel his shaft expanding you and you moaned into his mouth. His arms rested on either side of your neck as he kissed you gently, asking if you were okay. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you during a time that should be special for the both of you. He slowly grinded his pelvis against yours, making sure you weren’t in any pain before finding his rhythm and speeding up. You threw your head back in pleasure and he took it as an invitation to plant kisses on your neck before digging his face into your cleavage. His face wandered over to your hard nipples and his tongue circled around them causing you to squeeze his waist between your legs. He felt your insides clutch around his shaft and he moaned in pleasure. The combination of his thrusts and your squeezing was bringing you both closer to ecstasy at the same time.

“You’re going to make me cum,” you announced in short gasps.

“It feels that good, huh?” he looked at you with heavy eyelids.

“Yes, please don’t stop, Seungkwan,” you groaned.

He picked up his pace, finding a good rhythm and let his hips apply enough pressure that he was hitting the right spot. You felt his shoulders tense up and his eyes rolled back as he came.

“You feel so good, I’m cumming,” he moaned. You tightened your grip around his waist as the both of you rose with the wave and let pleasure take over your bodies. As the wave was crashing down he kissed you with an uninhibited passion that he had never had before. You lay on your back out of breath as he slowly lowered himself onto your chest, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck.

“That was so amazing, you’re so amazing,” he whispered in your ear. You heard the slightest sniffle and turned your head to look at him. He was looking at your so lovingly, a tear falling from his eye.

“Seungkwannie, why are you crying?” you asked him worried.

“You make me so happy, I didn’t think I would find someone like you,” he chuckled. You held him tighter, kissing his cheeks and wiping his tears away.

“You make me happy, too, Kwannie,” you smiled at him. He kissed you on your lips, a deep long kiss and kissed your eyelids as you both starting feeling the heavy hand of sleep come over you. You nestled into each other like perfect puzzle pieces on the sofa. He reached behind himself and pulled the pillow off of the back of the sofa and draped it over both of your bodies just as you drifted off to sleep on his shoulder. Skin against skin, you didn’t know a safer place in the world that you would rather be than in Seungkwan’s arms.

[kongchipachi95]

Pov: you purposely left your undies on the chair behind your bf’s laptop causing him to cut his live stream short.

Warnings: sex, pulling out, foreplay (female receiving).

Jeonghan

“Today’s TMI? Hmmm…” you could hear your boyfriend, Jeonghan, talking on his live video in the next room. It was so adorable the way he talked to his fans and the fan service he was dedicated to doing. You knew it was part of the package when you met him which is why you never minded sitting quietly in his room. It’s not like he was doing anything malicious and if you wanted to you could pop up on the app he used for his live streamed videos to watch also. But that wasn’t the case since you both trusted each other and practically spent every waking moment together. Regardless of what you were doing, you loved nothing more than lounging the day in his apartment wearing one of his oversized shirts watching movies with him.

There were times when he would watch videos with you on your phone, laying on your chest or your stomach and fall asleep, your breath matching pace. His favorite times were when you were playing a game on your phone and he’d be leaned up against you and you’d start humming. You never felt quite confident singing in front of him but it was a habit of yours to hum, something that lulled him into a relaxed state unlike anything else.

This day was like any other. You were playing on your phone in the other room while he went live and talked to his fans for a bit. He never really stayed more than around 30 minutes unless he was accompanied by a band member, then chaos would ensue and they’d stay online a lot longer than intended. So when you heard him saying goodbye to his fans after 15 minutes you thought it was a little strange.

You heard the door open to the room and he stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame holding up a pair of your lacy underwear.

“Forget something, princess?” he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

You looked down at your legs with an innocent expression, knowing damn well you planted them in the living room as a reminder of what waited for him behind door number one. While he was the prankster of the group, always scaring people, you liked to play different pranks of your own. You would sneak a bra into his duffle bag when you knew he was going away for work to remind him of what was waiting at home. He would facetime you, asking if you purposely planted it, a sly grin on his face when you would answer. He knew you liked teasing him just as much as he liked punishing you for teasing him. Your friends called it the sick little game you played on each other but you both enjoyed the rush.

“I couldn’t concentrate the entire time I was online, I kept seeing bright pink panties staring at me. I wanted to slam my phone close and burst through the door,” he explained. There was a tone in his phone that made you want to rip his clothes off. It was this dominating nonchalant tone that he only used in certain situations, mostly with you.You looked down at the bulge poking through his shorts, staring long enough to let him catch you.

“See something you want?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” you responded, sitting up in bed. So the game had reached it’s half time. Now it was time for the show.

“Just yeah?” he said, his grip tightening around the underwear so tight you could see the tendons in his hand flexing. It turned you on.

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, shifting slightly enough so that your oversized shirt lifted and your ass was almost in full view. You saw him look at you and swallow hard.

“Is that how it’s going to be today?” he asked, lifting his chin up and looking down the bridge of his nose at you, licking his lips like a hungry wild animal.

“... Yeah,” you replied hesitantly. You knew you were provoking him, and he knew you were doing it on purpose to rile him up.

“You know what happens to defiant girls, right?” he asked.

“I seem to have forgotten. Why don’t you show me?” you requested with every ounce of flirtation you could muster.

He started walking towards the bed, slowly taking his shirt off. As the fabric swept past his neck his hair fell in waves over his neck. You loved the way he tasted, and you were hungry for a little Yoon time.

You scooted further onto the bed which meant you inched away from him. The corner of his lips turned upwards and he put his hands on his slim waist.

“You don’t want this?” he frowned, toying with the waistband of his shorts. You licked the corners of your mouth like a cat staring at a bowl of catnip.

“Yeah… I want that,” you said flirtatiously. He didn’t even wait for your next move before he strode over to the bed, hooked his hands around your thighs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed so fast you didn’t have any time to react. He nudged your legs open and stood between them, pinning you down on the bed. His hair hung past his face, tickling your cheeks as he hovered over you. A chill ran down your spine, you were getting moist just thinking of what he was about to do to you.

He leaned into you, letting his bulge press against your wetness. You hissed with pleasure, he licked your neck making goosebumps form all over your skin. You lifted your hips to meet his and gave him a sultry look. He leaned down and sucked on your bottom lip. You focused on his long eyelashes that gave his eyes their charm. You stared at the small mole next to his nose, the way his eyebrows perfectly accentuated his face and there was nothing you wanted more than to make love to him right then and there.

“Please, fuck me, Jeonghan,” you whimpered. Not stopping sucking on your lip he merely looked up at you while he responded.

“Not yet, my love,” he replied in a now deeper and husky voice.

He started kissing your neck while he grinded on you, his fingers intertwined in yours. Your body was aching for him, you wanted to beg him for it but you knew the more you begged the longer he would take. He stood up and lifted your shirt, exposing your breasts. He placed both of his hands on either one and started massaging while he grinded against you. You bit your lip, eager for more. He kissed the tops of your breasts, moving to your sternum then to your ribcage, circling tiny 8s on your skin. He knew where all of your sensitive spots were and he loved to explore them. He leaned back and used his long, slender fingers to slip under your oversized shirt and feel the wetness accumulating on your panties.

“What’s this we have here?” he asked innocently. He started rubbing your clit through your panties, feeling you open up to him. He started grinding on your leg, letting his bulge push against you. You knew this was equally frustrating for him not to just pound into you like he wanted but it was all part of the game. The longer he teased you, worked you up, the longer it took for him to penetrate you and the build up only meant for a bigger show.

He kept playing with your wetness, wrapping his fingers around one of your breasts and watching your face for feedback. You threw your head back in pleasure, letting him touch you the ways he knew you liked to be touched. He took his time, allowing your nerve endings to absorb his touch. All he was doing was making you ache for him that much more. Just as soon as he would feel you edging closer to ecstasy he would slow his pace, taking that wave down. He did this for about 15 minutes, getting off on seeing you almost reach climax only to see you come down and whimper like a spoiled child being denied a special treat.

“Please, baby, I need you,” you begged. He chuckled a sinister chuckle.

“You want to cum or you want my dick?” he asked. He loved giving you a choice, getting excited over what your answer would be and what you would choose.

“Both,” you groaned.

“Both? How is that, my love? Tell me how you want both,” he murmured. He was aching, too. You could feel his shorts straining at his growing bulge about to bust through the fabric. He was swollen and throbbing, wanting to pound into you to win the game.

“I want you to fuck me and I want to cum while you’re fucking me,” you moaned out.

“I thought you would say that,” he declared before almost ripping your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra and sliding your panties down to your ankles. He pulled his shorts down so they were pooled by his ankles as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him before hesitating.

“Turn around,” he commanded. You got on all fours and pressed yourself against him, feeling his dick sticking to the wet folds of your body. You felt a sudden sting as he slapped your ass.

“You really like teasing me when you know I’m busy, don’t you?” he growled, slapping your ass again. You couldn’t help but let out a moan, the second slap hurting so good. You arched your back, sticking your ass against his hips, waiting for him to take you. He leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of hair forcing you to lean forward suspended over the mattress. He whispered into your ear:

“Do you like teasing me now?” he growled aggressively.

“...yeah..” you said in between heaving breaths. You loved this side of him. With one hand holding your hair and the other holding your ass open so he could find the entrance waiting for him he slid his throbbing, almost quivering shaft inside. He closed his eyes, savoring every sensation coursing through his body. Then without warning he started pounding into you and slapping your ass so hard you were overstimulated.

As he came closer to climaxing his grip on your hair got tighter, making you feel like your nervous system was about to overload. You gripped the bed sheets as your lifeline, moaning into the cotton.

“You like it like that, baby?” he asked out of breath. He liked to hear you enjoy yourself.

“Fuck yeah, don’t stop, please,” you pleaded with him.

“Beg me for it,” he commanded.

“Please, please don’t stop,” you moaned as he pounded into you harder. Before you knew it you were screaming his name, digging your nails into the comforter so hard your knuckles were turning white.

“Fuck yeah, baby, let me hear my name,” he called to you. Just as you passed the peak of your climax he pulled out and shot out his warm load onto your back. You lay there spent and exhausted. He tapped your waist before walking to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean you off.

He always had a way of warming the water so you wouldn’t feel the coldness of the towel. He wiped you with such care you felt like you had just taken a shower. He made sure to wipe not only where he came but also your folds as well, he truly cared about your overall wellbeing and didn’t want you to get a UTI, either. You took the warm towel from him and wipe him gently as well, his body twitching as you touched his sensitiveness. He kissed you on your forehead and helped you get dressed before lying down on the bed with you. You were only silent for a few seconds when you were about to ask him if he really liked playing like that with you when you heard him snoring softly. You stroked his hair, feeling his body growing heavier on your shoulder and soon drifted off to sleep yourself.

[kongchipachi95]

Vernon

Pov; you drag your reluctant bf to a cute date at a botanical garden & things turn sultry as he realizes you have your own private oasis…

Warnings: female foreplay (receiving), male foreplay (receiving), public but hidden sex, pulling out.

Enjoy.

It was a bright and sunny summer day when you begged your boyfriend, Vernon, to go with you to the botanical garden. They were having a special event that was a romantic picnic in the park and while he thought it was cheesy you thought you could entice him with some wine and chocolate cake. While summer was one of his favorite seasons he preferred to partake in other activities that didn’t involve being outside with bugs. So with reluctance he put on a plain shirt and button down shirt, some cargo shorts and a baseball cap. It was a bit of a contrast to the floral dress and sandals you were wearing, but he looked every bit of the typical boyfriend. He was your handsome, perfectly talented and sometimes goofy idol boyfriend.

You were able to score some VIP tickets for the event meaning instead of reserving a picnic blanket with hors d'oeuvres, you got a special secluded tent with champagne and a special fruit and cheese tray. He had been working really hard at the studio and his schedule was jam packed lately that you really wanted him to spend some time away to recharge. You knew that once he got into work mode he would do nothing but work and maybe eat a couple slices of toast if he even remembered to eat.

So you had to practically drag him away from the apartment, knowing that his mind was a million miles away at work. He held the door open for you as you slid into the passenger seat. He walked over to the driver’s side and got in, connecting his phone to your car’s bluetooth. You loved nothing more than looking over and seeing his one arm on the steering wheel, veins popping every time he flexed his arm to make a turn and his other hand either holding your hand or your thigh. He always looked so cute focused on the road and singing along to the songs playing on shuffle. It was the one time you knew he was present and in the moment rather than thinking about the future or the past.

Once you got to the botanical garden, he let out a sigh and asked if you were ready.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you replied feeling a little deflated. You knew it was something he was doing for your sake, but it was hard not to take it personally or let it hurt your feelings.

He walked around the car to lead you by the hand to the entrance.

“Thank you for coming with me, I know work’s been stressing you out,” you thanked him. He always appreciated the way you worded his occupation, like you were just a normal couple living a normal life. It gave him some sense of grounding in his chaotic life on display for the whole world to see.

You held onto his arm and he kissed the top of your head, pausing for a few seconds to inhale the scent of your shampoo. You scanned your tickets on your phone and the ticket attendant motioned towards your private tent area. Vernon had a surprised look on his face, he hadn’t realized that you had booked a private villa type area for the two of you.

“Babe, what is this?” he asked in genuine, happy shock.

“I know you’re constantly surrounded by people all day, everyday and I figured if we were out on the lawn with everyone else we run the risk of you getting recognized. This way we can have our own private little oasis.

He took a moment to soak it all in. From the crisp white tent, the scent of the exotic flowers in the garden, the perfectly laid out cheese tray, ice bucket with a perfectly chilled champagne bottle and the two glasses standing next to it waiting for you to take a sip. There was even a small twin size mattress with pillows for you to relax on. He turned around, his face had a different expression. It had a look of appreciation and longing. He had been so caught up in his own world it was as if he had just realized what he meant to you. In that moment, he realized that you must really care about him and who he was as a person to go so far as to plan something like this for the both of you.

He poured two glasses of champagne for the both of you, handing you a glass.

“Cheers, to a peaceful day away from everything,” he clinked his glass against yours. You both made silly faces as you felt the fizz tickle the back of your throat. He grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in the little bowl of chocolate next to the fruit, feeding you ever slowly and sensually. His eyes never left your mouth as your lips wrapped around the red berry. You grabbed an apple and dipped it in the chocolate as well, reciprocating the gesture with him. He left a little chocolate on your fingers so you maintained eye contact and proceeded to suck the chocolate off of your own index finger.

“You forgot some,” he held his hand up, the tip of his middle finger brown with chocolate.

“Let me help you with that,” you said sensually as you first swirled your tongue lightly, making sure to tickle his skin ever so gently. Then you held his hand in between yours and sucked down hard. His mouth opened slightly and his eyes took on a heavy, dreamy stance as he kept his sight on your mouth.

“You have some on your mouth, babe,” he announced. He leaned in until his face was mere centimeters away from yours and licked the remaining chocolate off the corner of your mouth. The sensation made you grab onto the sleeves of his shirt.

He walked towards the opening, peeking out of the tent to see that the other couples were in their own worlds and closed the entrance to the tent. He looked down at you, a small smile forming on his lips. He tucked your hair behind your ears because he always wanted to see your face. He let his hand wander to the side of your face, cupping the base of your neck and pulling you into him and kissing you passionately. It took you by such surprise your breath hitched and your arms flew up and held his shoulders. You caressed the hair on the back of his head, making him moan into your mouth. He walked you backwards until you were just by the seating area and told you to lie back.

You looked up, batting your eyelashes at him and leaned down to kiss your clavicle and the tops of your breast that were peeking out of your dress. You could feel the warmth of his hand on your thigh as he wandered up towards your slit. He could feel the moisture through your panties.

“Are you all ready for me?” he whispered huskily in your ear.

“Mmmm,” was the only sound that could escape past your lips as he slid his fingers inside of you before waiting for a response. He leaned on one elbow as he circled his fingers like he was stirring a hot cup of tea. With his thumb, he made circles around your clit using your juices as lubricant, and there were plenty of them for him to use.

“Moan for me, baby,” he whispered as he nibbled on your ear making your body go insane with stimulation. Your hand reached out to grab his arm but you found his bulge and started massaging it through his jeans. You both lay there, massaging each other until he couldn’t take it anymore and unzipped his pants. His dick flopped out of his boxers making you salivate it over it.

He kneeled over you, letting his bulging cock tap itself on your lower stomach before lifting your dress and feeling your wetness saturate his member. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back in pleasure. His lips parted slightly and you wanted him to take you right then and there. You reached down and guided him in since he wasn’t moving fast enough to satisfy you. He allowed you to slide him inside, only opening his eyes as he leaned forward on his forearms. He kissed you like it was the last time you would ever see each other, his energy seemingly reinvigorated even if you hadn’t been there for more than 10 minutes. He pumped into you slow at first, kissing you while he did. Then he moved with a faster more urgent pace as the pressure building became too much.

He lowered his head into your cleavage as he pounded into you making you feel like you were about to explode yourself.

“Don’t stop, Hansol, you’re going to make me cum,” you tried to whisper as low as you could so people outside your tent couldn’t hear you.

“Beg me for it, baby,” he whispered back. Your hands were gripping his back for dear life at this point.

“Please baby don’t stop, please,” you begged. You felt the pressure building and crash over you in one giant wave. You squeezed your insides feeling his muscles tense. He pulled out just in time to shoot marshmallow strings over your upper thighs. He kneeled over you out of breath, a little sweaty but more relaxed than when you got there. He shuffled over to the napkins with his jeans around his knees and used some of the ice to moisten the napkin to clean you off. He wiped you with such care and love you felt yourself falling for him all over again.

He reached his hand down to help you to your feet.

“Let’s go see the rest of the garden, baby,” he smiled at you. This was going to be an amazing date.

[kongchipachi95]

Joshua

Pov: you’re reluctant to go out to a bar with your friends to this new trendy club but meeting a handsome stranger makes this the best night of your life.

Warnings: public sex, penetration, fingering.

Joshua

It was a hot summer night and you wanted nothing more than to stay in in your oversized shirt and watch k-dramas all day. But your friends begged you to come to this new bar that had just opened because it was summer and you were a young, single woman and not a recluse.

“I don’t even have anything to wear,” you protested.

“Here, wear this,” your best friend from uni threw a long sleeve but backless green satin dress at you.

“NO WAY, I am not wearing this,” you proclaimed.

“Just wear it. Here, you can wear my chunky black boots, too,” your cousin offered. You reluctantly went to the bathroom to change and put thick eyeliner and a little bit of shimmer eyeshadow to make your eyes pop. You took a step back and looked at the stranger in the mirror. The dress surprisingly hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating all the right curves that you had to offer. Maybe the night wouldn’t be so bad, afterall. You spritzed some sophisticated perfume your older sister had gotten you when you graduated from college She said you needed a “big girl” perfume now that you were headed out into the world.

The three of you helped each other adjust your outfits and added the finishing touches to blush and hair before piling into a taxi. The three of you looked like you had just stepped out of a 90s cult classic movie, but in a good way. The taxi dropped you off at the bar entrance and you were expecting to get ushered to the back of the line but you were immediately let in by the bouncers who checked your IDs and gave you wristbands. You and your friends looked at each other with surprised but excited glances.

Walking in you were met with the smell of cotton candy vape smoke, expensive cologne and flashing lights from the DJ booth. The place wasn’t fully packed yet, but there were quite a bit of people you couldn’t quite recognize as celebrities or Seoul-cialites in the dark lighting. The lights had a sort of prism cast, some parts of the bar had a red glow casting on the patrons, othe parts had a blue glow. The vibe was like a club for older adults without the drama and underaged kids acting up.

You and your friends decided to walk a lap around the perimeter to find a place to sit down. In one of the more secluded areas you noticed a group of guys laughing loudly and not quite causing a disturbance but it was hard to ignore them. Sitting in the corner, quietly enjoying the show, was a guy not much older than you that caught your attention. He had dark hair slicked back, sunglasses sitting on top of his head which seemed weird since it was late into the night already. He had a crisp button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, jeans that fit just right and dress shoes that look expensive. On his arm was a heavy watch that looked like it cost more than your tuition the entire 4 years of college. He looked expensive, but that didn’t stop you from admiring his beauty. His face had a sort of innocence to it, his perfectly shaped nose and perfectly spaced eyebrows. It was hard not to stare. His lips were not too large, not too small, they were a perfect little pout that turned upwards whenever someone did something crazy.

You snapped out of your trance when your friend grabbed your arm to walk over to the bar to get a drink.

“Hello? Are you still on the same planet?” your friend laughed before guiding you away.

You ordered vodka sodas with lime and decided to post up at a high table with bar stools. Your back was facing the area that the mystery guy was sitting in which deflated you a little. You couldn’t steal any more glances pretending you were looking at your friend when you were really looking past her. Your friends started talking about the jobs they had just started at and the drama they were dealing with in the offices.

“I just can’t stand that she micromanages everything and she’s not even a supervisor, it’s a bunch of bullshit,” your friend complained.

You were about to comment in agreement when you adjusted in your seat and started falling backwards. You reached out to try and grab the table but you were caught by someone from behind. Your arm ended up grabbing a guy’s forearm. Time seemed to stop when you looked down to see what you were holding onto. It was a forearm with veins popping out, strong arms. As your eyes traced who the arm belonged to you realized it was the mystery stranger you had been staring at earlier.

“You alright?” he chuckled, flashing a full smile that made your heart want to stop and beat incessantly at the same time.

“Well aren’t you the hero?” your friend commented.

“I’m- fine,” was all you could say weakly.

“Can I buy you a drink? You know, to calm you down?” he asked confidently. You were even more intrigued at his boldness.

“Uh, sure,” you croaked back.

He helped you get off of your chair and lead you to the bar with his hand on the small of your exposed back. The warmth of his hand sent warmth to other parts of your body that made you blush since you had just seen him for the first time not even a full hour ago.

“Two white wines, please,” he ordered at the bar.

“I’m Jay, by the way,” he introduced himself.

“I’m -” before you could introduce yourself the bartender put your drinks on the counter.

“Beautiful? Gorgeous?” Jay flirted with you. Who was this guy? You asked yourself. You blushed and tucked your hair behind your ears. When you walked back to your table you noticed a couple of his friends had started talking with your friends.

“Would you ladies like to join us at our table?” his tall, dark and handsome friend invited you.

“We’d love to!” Your friends replied in unison.

The guys led you to the table and everyone sat in a circle.

“Let’s make a toast. TO NEW FRIENDS!” exclaimed the friend with shiny, luscious hair just past his ears. You cheered and took sips of your drinks.

As everyone introduced themselves you learned his friends’ names were Mingyu, Jeonghan, Soonyoung, Seokmin and Dino. The conversation was flowing, mostly with Jay observing but you didn’t mind that he rested his arm on the back of your chair, allowing you to get a little closer to him. You could smell his cologne and it was almost driving you crazy having him that close. After a while you excused yourself to go to the restroom. You touched up your makeup with the berry flavored lip gloss you brought in your purse and reached for the door of the restroom. You hadn’t opened the door more than a few inches when you noticed Jay leaning against the wall waiting for you.

“Need some help in there?” he asked, his voice taking a deeper tone than he had used when you first talked to him.

“I might,” you replied.

“Can I come in?” he asked somewhat innocently. All you could do was nod and step back to let him in. He looked around to make sure no one else saw and opened the door to the restroom. You could hear The Weeknd’s “Can’t Feel My Face” pumping through the speakers. He stepped in and you were standing chest to chest with each other.

“I noticed you looking when you first walked in,” he said in a hushed tone, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You did? Was I that obvious?” you said flushed.

“I’m surprised you didn’t notice me looking at you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he said huskily.

His hands wandered up your arms onto your shoulders pushing your hair back.

“The things I would do to you, if only you’d let me,” he said, sighing.

“Who said I wouldn’t?” you flirted back. He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.

“Like what?’ he asked, a devilish look flashed in his eyes.

“I might let you kiss me,” you said softly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“What if I can’t stop myself?” he asked, melting into your gaze.

“Let’s just start with a kiss and see where it goes from there,” you bit your lip and rested your hands on his waist. You could see his chest rising and falling heavily with anticipation. He lowered his neck so he could reach down and kiss you softly at first. You inhaled his expensive cologne, his lips felt like soft pillows you landed on. Kissing him made jolts of electricity shoot out of your nerve endings and made you feel like you were about to explode. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin and wondered if he felt them too. He cradled your neck in the crook of his arm as he started to kiss you more passionately. His hand started tracing your clavicle, daring to go slightly lower before he stopped himself.

“It’s okay,” you said out of breath, not wanting to stop kissing him or stop doing anything else that stemmed from that. He lowered his hand almost hesitant at first, but when he let go of any inhibitions, he was like a wild beast clawing at you and ready to tear your clothes off.

It was as if he didn’t know what to touch first, his hands mindlessly wandering around your body grabbing your ass, your shoulders, your breast. It was like he was just as excited as you were, unable to contain the electricity within. You weren’t kissing each other very long before someone knocked on the door, startling the both of you.

“Be right out,” he called. He looked in the mirror, seeing your smeared berry lip gloss on his face and smirking it, deciding not to wipe it off. He opened the door to see Soonyoung waiting. Hoshi’s innocent eyes looked between the both of you.

“What just-” he raised an accusatory finger up at the both of you.

“We’re gonna be right back,” Jay told him while grabbing your hand and pushing past him. He walked you out onto the summer street past the line of people waiting to get into the bar. You hadn’t been outside for a few seconds and you could already feel the humid air sticking to the backs of your legs. He took you to a darkened alleyway behind the bar where no foot traffic was passing by. You went around to a stack of crates and boxes and he held you against the wall, kissing every inch of you. You instinctively lifted your dress, begging him to take you.

He looked around briefly to make sure you couldn’t be seen from the street before unzipping his pants. He slid a couple of fingers inside of you, surprised at how moist you already were without any stimulation.

“You want me that bad already, huh?” he smiled under his breath.

“You have no idea,” you told him, trying to resist the urge to rip the buttons off of his shirt. Your hands wander up and down his strong, muscular arms hiding under his shirt. You held onto his shoulders as he used some of your juices to lubricate his dick before he slid it into you. You hadn’t been with anyone in so long you could feel him stretching you the deeper he went in. You started to let out a moan before he used his left hand to cup your mouth, muffling any noise. He held you by your ass with his other hand, making sure you wouldn’t fall over. He was fighting moaning himself, grunting and breathing into your shoulder.

“Fuck you feel so tight,” he finally said once he got a rhythm going.

“You feel amazing,” you told him. You squeezed your insides and felt his dick twitch in side of you, this time you placed your hand over his mouth just as he was about to let out a moan. You started to suck a little on his hand cupped over your mouth as you squeezed him and you could swear you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He removed the hand over your mouth and reached down and started rubbing your swollen clit. You bit your lip so hard you thought you were going to draw blood. You squeezed him so tight you could feel his shoulders tensing and shaking like he was about to release.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that, I’m going to cum,” he announced. He kept rubbing circles around your sensitivity, you kept squeezing him and in a short few seconds the both of you reached your climax. Just as he pulled out you released your juice all over the ground in front of you, making him release that much harder as streams of his white goo sprung on top of yours. He tucked himself into his pants before helping you step over the mess the two of you made.

“Well, that was hot,” he finally said after you had walked onto the street, the berry lip gloss casting a shine around his mouth.

“I know, and I didn’t even want to come out tonight,” you said nonchalantly.

“Well, I’m glad you did - uh,” he stopped in his tracks and looked at you while blushing.

“I never got your name.”

“It’s y/n,” you said sweetly. He smiled and kissed you like he never wanted to let you go.

“‘I’m glad I met you, y/n.”

[kongchipachi95]

Pov: a handsome stranger has been seeing you on his walks when you have your morning coffee. A chance encounter leads to an even better encounter.

Warnings: penetration (female on top), male oral (receiving)

Wonwoo

It was your usual morning routine to sit and drink your cup of coffee at the cafe downstairs. There was something peaceful about the quiet of the pre-rush hour traffic that was calming to you. Keeping the routine long enough you started to notice the routines and habits of others.

There was the ahjumma that walked her little white cotton ball of a dog every morning at exactly 6:30am. An ahjussi walked out to buy the paper from the corner stand every morning at 5:45am and stopped to talk to whatever police officer was on patrol that morning. Then there was the young guy with glasses and a beanie who would slowly walk down the street at inconsistent times. He always had a professional camera hanging around his neck and if the lighting was right he would take pictures of the empty streets and the buildings. For the last two weeks you noticed that if the sky were a perfect blend of blue, orange and purple he would take a picture.

What you didn’t notice was that he was watching you. He noticed you the first night he walked out of the studio and decided to go for a walk. Given his line of work he enjoyed the quiet mornings he wouldn’t be spotted by his adoring fans. He used his beanie and glasses as a mask to hide his real identity and go unnoticed. But that one morning was different for him. He had walked down that same street from the studio many times before. He always passed empty streets, empty buildings. Even the 24 hour cafes were mostly empty as people took their americanos to go that hour of the morning. But there was a feminine silhouette sitting in the window of the cafe that caught his attention. From the angle he was walking, you couldn't see him behind the tree. He looked around and didn’t see anyone else in the street so he snapped a few shots of you. He walked by slowly, taking pictures of the buildings if he saw you looking in his direction. You looked so serene even though you were alone. It was like you were comfortable in your own solitary life, he wanted that for himself too. While he preferred being alone at home he didn’t actually want to be by himself. He wanted that comfortable silence you can only experience with someone like-minded and you looked like-minded to him. He was intrigued. In a world with constant connection with other people near and far on social media, it looked like you were completely disconnected from her phone. Who were you?

So for the next few mornings he would either leave the recording studio early or leave his apartment with enough time to get to the street the cafe was on at the same time. Some days he forgot his camera, some days he brought it to play it off. But everyday you sat in the same spot watching the people pass by and everyday he watched you while he tried to gain the courage to finally talk to you.

One morning he didn’t hear his alarm and ended up waking up 20 minutes later than he wanted to. He threw on his navy crew sweatshirt and gray sweatpants then quickly slipped on his adidas tennis shoes and navy beanie and ran out the door leaving his camera behind. He had half a brain to bring his fold top camera bag at least, however he completely forgot that he was experimenting with printing out pictures he had taken. In his bag, he had a bundle of the pictures he had taken of the mystery woman that had captivated his attention.

It had rained overnight so he was hopping over puddles trying not to slip and fall. He rounded the corner, grabbing his bag to hop over the puddle when he crashed into someone, knocking down their drink and spilling his pictures out onto the sidewalk, losing them to the puddles. He was so embarrassed he helped the other person up without looking at their face. The other person tried to help salvage the photos that were lost in the water but they held the picture of the woman in the window of the cafe up slowly. It was you.

When you had left the cafe slightly disappointed that you didn’t see the handsome stranger the last thing you’d expected wasn’t to literally bump into him on the street. You dropped your coffee that you really didn’t need to be drinking anyway, spilling it out onto the already slick street. When his bag flew open you didn’t expect for the pictures that came flying out of it to be all of you. There were pictures of you from different days sitting in the cafe wearing different outfits. In all of them, you look blissful, calm and serene. It was a nostalgic beauty that he had captured through his lens that surprised you. But the one thing that stood out to you was that he was also quietly watching you like you were watching him. It was something out of a movie, each of you in your own private little world observing each other without suspicion. When he finally made eye contact with you his narrow eyes widened and he profusely apologized, blushed and tried snatching the photos out of your hand. You couldn’t help but giggle at the realization that maybe you were attracted to each other without haven even spoken to each other.

You teasingly jerked your arm out of his reach and spoke the first words.

“What’s this about?” you asked, crossing one arm in front of your chest and holding the picture out of reach with the other hand.

“I take pictures of scenery… I saw you one morning and I liked how you looked in the window..” he said shyly, his eyes cast downward.

“And you kept taking pictures of me without my knowledge?” you pushed. He shifted nervously and pushed his glasses up his nose with his middle finger never taking his eyes off the ground.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I would suggest destroying them but they seem to already have been lost to the puddles,” he said with a scared tone.

“Why would you destroy such a work of art?” You teased with a playful tone. At the change of tone in your voice he looked up and you caught a glimpse of his face without the beanie and without the mask.

His hair hung in chunks around his eyes, not quite a bedhead but not meticulously styled either. Like he simply got up from bed and ran his fingers through his hair to detangle it quickly. His black framed glasses accentuated the sharp features in his bone structure. His lips, those soft lips you were just now noticing, looked like they had a fresh layer of lip balm. You wondered what they tasted like. As she smiled shyly his upper lip disappeared, displaying a row of perfectly white teeth like a curtain unveiling the main character of a play.

“How long have you been watching me?” you ask inquisitively, letting him know that you aren’t mad at the situation but rather intrigued.

“For a couple of weeks now?” he responded as more of a question than a statement.

“There was one day in particular,” he paused to push his glasses up his nose again. “You ordered whipped cream on your coffee and you took a sip. A bit of cream stayed in the corner of your mouth that you didn’t quite wipe off and it drove me crazy the rest of the day thinking about all the ways I would clean it off of you.”

While his face was aimed downward, his eyes innocently looked up at you to see your reaction. It caught you off guard but also gave you the impression that he had been thinking about you in a not so innocent light.

“Like in what ways?” you asked him, pushing the envelope.

“Ways I can’t show you here on the street…” his voice trailed off. You were taken aback but turned on by his forwardness. There was this invisible attraction you had towards this beautiful stranger. He was a lover of natural beauty, obviously. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind.

“Well, then we better get to some place more secluded then so you can show me…” you flirted back. You caught him off guard this time, his nostrils flared and his eyes widened as his mouth gaped open in shock. He started stuttering and mumbled about his place being close by but it was a mess.

“I like a little mess..” you flirted shamelessly.

You walked side by side in silence for a few blocks just looking ahead and not making any conversation. Anyone watching from a distance would see two awkward people who had just met for the first time. What they didn’t know was that inside both of them were dying to explore the other’s body.

They got to an upscale part of the block with an exclusive looking apartment building and building entrance. While you were naturally gravitating towards the entrance he lead you to a different entryway around the building. It wasn’t marked service entrance, so you figured he was some celebrity or big shot CEO that wouldn’t use the main entrance like everyone else. The door you went into lead into a modern foyer with only two elevators. For such a huge building it seemed like there would be more. Entering the brightly lit elevator he quickly pressed the button for the penthouse suite.

“A man on top, I’m intrigued,” you commented. He blushed and looked down, covering his eyes as much as he could with his beanie. After a few seconds the elevator pinged and the doors opened up to a posh modern vestibule that surrounded a dark gray metal door. This stranger entered the code into the lock and it clicked as he pushed it open.

“I don’t even know your name…” you whispered almost inaudibly.

“Are you changing your mind?” he replied in a deeper, more confident voice.

“N-no,” you stuttered. He smirked.

“My name’s Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo, welcome to my place,” he held his arm out gesturing for you to come in. You both slipped out of your shoes at the entrance padding across the floor in socks into the living room.

It was a smaller apartment despite being on the top floor, at least smaller than she had imagined. But it was very nicely decorated with cream colored furniture, a small table that seemed to be the epicenter of their daily activities and a clothing rack next to the table.

“I have a roommate but he’s, uh, working late today,” he rushed walking to his room.

You followed him into the room, not wanting to look around too much as if his home were a museum. He flipped a switch and these blue and purple LED lights came on, casting a romantic glow over the room. There was a bed pushed against the wall, a computer setup that took up most of the room and a bookshelf stocked with books and DVDs alike.

He turned around to face you and you slipped your jacket off, carefully laying it on the chair. He walked up to you slowly until he was mere centimeters away from you. He reached a hand up and traced your lips softly. You reached up and took off his beanie allowing his fluffy hair to fall back onto his forehead. You tossed the beanie onto the bed and reached up to take his glasses off but his hand grabbed your wrist.

“The glasses stay on. I want to see you,” he whispered. He placed your hand on his shoulder as he leaned down towards your face. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation and he looked down at them, licking his own lips.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, a true gentleman.

“Yes, I want this,” you whispered back.

Before you could even finish your sentence his hands were in your hair pulling your body into his and his lips were all over yours. He smelled like a faint scent of shower gel and natural musk, a scent that intoxicated your nostrils making you want more the longer you inhaled him. His hands found the small of your back and he turned you around so that your back was to the bed and he was facing you. He slowly lowered you to the bed and hovered over you, gently sliding first your pants and then your panties tossing them onto the floor.

Your breath hitched in your throat and your chest heaved, causing him to bite his lip. He knew what his touch was doing to you and he was doing all that he could to turn you on even more. He kissed the inside of your ankle, making a trail up your leg and stopping at your glistening wet nirvana waiting for him.

“Ready for me already?” he asked in a husky voice. He lapped your folds for a few seconds causing you to arch your back before kneeling upright on the bed and pulling the waistband of his sweatpants down. His long, hard dick sprung up, slapping his tight stomach lightly. Your mouth watered and you needed a taste of it.

You sat up, scooting forward and licking the tip causing a moan to escape his mouth.

“Does that feel good?” you asked in a sexy low voice. He nodded his head and he placed his hand at the base of your skull, his thumb tracing your lips again. You were beginning to realize he had an obsession with your mouth and you were about to give him another reason to like it.

Licking your lips you slid your mouth down the shaft of his dick until it bottomed out in your throat which was still about halfway down the length of his member. You squeezed the sides of your mouth, feeling his body twitch every time you did. You squeezed his balls lightly, feeling his legs almost buckle underneath him. You continued massaging him with one hand and pumping the other hand up and down his shaft as you sucked the life out of him. Tears started sliding down the sides of your face as you were going as far as you physically could. He looked down, his face softening a little and used his thumb to wipe a tear from your eye. It didn’t take long after seeing you cry from deepthroating for him to reach climax before he was screaming your name and begging you not to stop. You let out an evil giggle and the vibration from your throat sent him over the edge. Warm shots of his Jeon juice were squirting in your mouth that you took with big gulps. He collapsed on the bed next to you, his glasses crooked on his face and his hair a disheveled mess.

“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you,” he warned. “Once I catch my breath I want to make you feel just as good as you made me feel.”

“Good,” you replied. “You also owe me an iced americano.”

He laughed, closing his eyes and flashing that beautiful smile.

“I can do that, babe.”

He took his glasses off and placed them on the nightstand next to the bed. He reached for your wrist and brought you to a straddling position over him. You slid slowly down his dick squeezing your walls so the sensitivity in his member made him almost go cross eyed. His hands grabbed your ass and controlled the tempo starting off slow. His length reached your g-spot and just when you started to feel like you were about to reach ecstasy he started circling your clit with his thumb, using your wetness as a lubricant.

“Oh my fucking God, Wonwoo, please don’t stop,” you called out. He moaned that you were going to make him cum if you kept squeezing your walls around him. He picked up the pace both on your thighs and on his circles and you felt the wave of oblivion wash over you leaving goosebumps on your skin. You called his name, he called yours as he pulled out and shot his load over your legs. You collapsed on the bed next to him. You rested your head on his chest, hearing his fast heartbeat against your ear. He placed a finger under your chin and brought it to his, planting soft kisses around your mouth before he gave you a long, soft kiss.

“I could get used to this,” he whispered.

“Me, too,” you whispered back.

The cloudy sky cast a fuzzy filter into the room, making your eyes heavy. Wonwoo’s breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep. A gentle rain started hitting the windows, lulling the both of you into dreamland.

[kongchipachi95]

Sweet Surprise x Dino

POV: You had only just started dating a few months ago,so when you get a drunk phone call from Dino you didn't know what to expect but you certainly weren't expecting how the night transpired.

MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY

Warnings: mentions of drinking, sexual activity, not virgin sex but it is the first time the two of you have sex together,.

ENJOY!

Dino

You were just dozing off when your phone started buzzing on your nightstand.

It was your boyfriend, Dino, calling you.

“Hello?” you answered in a sleepy daze.

“My love? Were you sleeping?” he hiccuped on the other line. He had gone out with his friends, Jeonghan, Hoshi and DK to go drinking while you stayed at home since you had an early morning start the next day.

“Yes, baby, I need to get up in a couple of hours for work, remember?” You gently reminded him. There was silence on the other line for a few seconds,

“Ah,” he yelled into the phone smacking himself in the face. “I’m sorry, I forgot. I just, I just missed you,” he apologized. You could hear his heavy breathing on the other line right before Jeonghan yelled at Dino.

“What are you doing? You promised you would enjoy guys' night without calling her!” He tried swiping the phone away from Dino and the rustling of clothes filled your ear. 

“Ya, hyung! I can talk to my girlfriend whenever I want to. Leave us alone!” After some discussion and more rustling Jeonghan finally wrestled the phone out of his hand.

“Noona, I’m so sorry for Dino waking you up. We know you have to work in the morning. Just try getting to bed, we’ll take good care of- DINO WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

You heard a car door slam shut right before the line cut off. You tried calling Dino’s phone back to see what the hell was going on but it kept going to voicemail. His phone must’ve died. Now you were worried since you didn’t have any of the other guys’ phone numbers and Dino was headed God knows where drunk from his head down to his toes. You debated putting your shoes on and going to help look for him but you didn’t want to risk leaving and he ended up at your place. You felt so helpless, not knowing where he could be or what he was even thinking. It seemed like an eternity that you stared at the clock but no more than an hour later you heard a faint knocking on your door.

“Jagiya, it’s me. Dino,” he slurred on the other side of the door before thumping his forehead on the cold vinyl. You jumped up and threw the door open causing him to almost lose his balance and topple over.

“Excited to see me?” he smiled holding his arms open, his eyes barely open slits in his face but his beautiful smile shone back at you.

“I was worried sick about you!” you yelled at him, punching his arm.

“Yaaa, I told you I missed you and I wanted to come see you,” he whined. He held up a convenience store bag full of stuff.

“I brought food, though,” he pouted. You let out a big sigh, it was hard to be angry at this helpless cute otter standing at your door.

“Well, let’s see what you got,” you gestured for him to sit on the sofa. He dumped out the contents onto the table and he had bought several packs of ramen, two bowls of instant tteokbokki, the strawberry Oreos you liked and some green teas that you once told him you liked. 

“I tried to get your favorite snacks,” he whispered shyly.

“Thank you, baby, that was very thoughtful of you.” you patted his shoulder. 

“I mean it, I really missed you. Being away from you made me think of something,” he started.

“What did it make you think of?” you asked patiently and genuinely curious.

“I think,” he started before stopping himself. “No no, I can’t say that. You’ll run away.” he commented getting up from his seat and pacing the room.

“What? Would you please sit down? Just tell me, babe. Why would I run away?” you pressed.

The thing was, you had only been dating for 4, almost 5 months. You were starting to spend more time together and the last few times you had dates you wore matching outfits. But that’s all it was. You hadn’t done much more than make out and you hadn’t really told each other how you felt or really talked about where your relationship stood. You were just two people truly enjoying each other’s company.

He let out a big sigh and sat on the sofa next to you dropping his arms onto his lap, slowly turning to you with his bangs forming a curtain over his face. The dim lighting cast a shadow over his face, making him look like a vulnerable child.

“Over the last few months, I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you. I’m not supposed to tell anyone but we have a world tour coming up, we’ll be gone for almost 3 months. It’s just, well, the thought of leaving you here, alone, and without being able to spend time with you drives me crazy. I started thinking about all of the times we spent together and it made me sad to think that I’ll have to go three months without you.”

He cast a side glance towards you to gauge your reaction. The news of the tour was shocking and it did sting a little to think you would have to go that long without him, too. But it made you realize that maybe what you had wasn’t just something light hearted or just passing the time with each other. You really connected and were developing feelings for each other. It made you think of the days leading up to this night. After practice and after his scheduled appearances he would almost always call you right when he got into the car. He would give you a recap of his day, funny things that happened, things that made him nervous. He was starting to confide in you little by little. He was opening up to you. And now, he had put his heart out on the table raw and exposed telling you how he felt.

“I think,” he started before pausing. You reached out and brought his hands into yours. 

“You can trust me, Lee Chan,” you told him softly. You heard a sharp intake of breath, he sniffled and when you leaned forward to look at his face you realized he was crying softly. You took his face in your hands and kissed him lips softly, touching your forehead to his. “Say whatever it is that is bothering you,” you looked at him with such kind and caring eyes he couldn’t help but let out what he had been fighting to hold in.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered, his breath tickling your lips. You looked up at his eyes. Those sweet, bloodshot red eyes you could see yourself getting lost in. You almost couldn’t believe this beautiful, hilarious, talented guy was actually falling in love with you. 

“I’m falling in love with you, too,” you whispered back. His breathing picked up, his arms wrapped themselves around you and brought you closer. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you could feel his shoulder muscles rippled under your arms as he held you tighter. He leaned his head back and kissed you softly at first, the taste of pepper pecan whiskey on his tongue was enough to intoxicate you even more. The smell of his skin, his muscles flexing under his shirt and the warmth of his body was enough to make you lose yourself in his embrace. He leaned you backwards on the sofa until he was hovering over you. His necklace hung down and gently tapped you on your chin.

You could feel the bulge pressing against your leg as he lowered himself to kiss you. It was giving you a throbbing pulse, moistening your underwear. You arched your back in anticipation, your bodies were like two magnets pulling towards each other by some invisible force. The only sound in the apartment was a city sound. It was a cacophony of passing cars, car alarms beeping from a distance, the wind that blew between the buildings and the sound of your hearts beating. 

“I love you,” he whispered before crashing his lips into yours in a ravenous endeavor. His left hand cradled your face in his, resting on his forearm against the sofa. The other hand reached down into your sleep shorts and felt the warmth and wetness against your panties causing a shudder to roll through his body. He planted soft kisses on your forehead first, then your cheeks making his way down your neck to your chest. As you closed your eyes, anticipating more, you could hear his jeans unzipping and his belt falling to the floor. When you opened your eyes you could see he had sobered up a little and his eyes had a dark, sexed up look to them. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked you.

“More than anything, Lee Chan,” you whispered back. “Let’s go to the bed, we’ll have more room.” 

He reached down, picking you up from under your ass and you clung to his shoulders as we walked you over to the bed kissing you the entire time. He gently and slowly placed you down kissing your sternum, your stomach and softly kissing your wetness, swirling his tongue a little to excite you.

Maintaining eye contact he pulled his boxers down to his thighs and laid himself on top of you, allowing his bulge to squeeze itself between your thighs. You slowly opened up for him, your breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“Please, Lee Chan, I want you,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. “Are you that needy for me? You can’t be away from me for 3 months?” 

“No, I need you. I need you now, please!” you begged. The corners of his mouth turned upwards into a smirk, turning you on even more.

He moved your legs apart with his knees, letting the tip of his dick poke your gummy entrance. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave.

“Yes,” you whimpered, arching your back. Before you even had time to beg he slid his dick into your moist folds. It took several deep breaths for you to open your eyes as he filled you up. He was thick and hard, filling up your walls in ways no one ever could. You were so sensitive to every movement he could feel your legs twitching underneath him.

“You’re more than ready for me, huh, nasty girl?” He teased you. His hands found their way to your breasts for balance as he thrusted in and out so painfully slow. He had closed his eyes, savoring every single sensation as you squeezed him with pleasure. As he picked up the tempo you widened your legs, allowing him to go deeper. The faster he got the more your legs lifted off of the bed so he placed your calf over his shoulder and dragged you to the edge of the bed for more leverage.

“Lee Chan, you’re going to make me cum,” you cried out.

“Be a good girl for me and cum” he growled, placing a hand on your lower stomach, adding to the pressure building up within you. You grabbed onto his shoulders for stability as you felt the wave rising up like the tide and crashing over you through all the nerve endings in your body. You screamed his name and held on for dear life. The corners of his eyes crinkled as your pulsing squeezes brought him to climax. Right before he thought he couldn’t take it anymore he pulled out and unleashed streams of white glaze over your stomach. You had never seen his muscles more glistening and flexed. He looked so delicious and gorgeous, you couldn’t believe he was yours.

“Stay there, I’ll get you cleaned up,” he said softly. The way he was in bed was a totally different person than who he was any other time, you just learned.

He padded back into the bedroom bringing with him a warm washcloth that he used to clean you up. He gently wiped your folds then cleaned the mess he left on you. He took the washcloth back into the bathroom and slid into bed underneath the covers with you. You could feel the warmth of his body as he spooned you, pulling your body close to his. It felt so surreal and so intimate, it was like you were one person. You didn’t want the moment to end. He kissed your bare shoulders and neck, and laid his head on the pillow next to you. You heard his breathing slow before he fell asleep. It brought a smile to your face that he felt so safe and comfortable with you and it was only the beginning. You drifted off to sleep with Lee Chan dreaming next to you.

[kongchipachi95]

Making Love in A Museum - Namjoon Smut

Note - I'm going to start adding pictures so you can get a visual of the type of scenario I'm creating. Let me know what you think.

POV: reader x bf Namjoon attend an art installation and are charged up by the change in the air from a storm coming to town. MINORS DNI

Warnings: intercourse, PDA, clit stimulation, mention of how his bulge looks, the usual.

ENJOY!

It was a night like any other where you & Namjoon  attended an art installation opening. Namjoon had always appreciated art & even shut down whole museums to visit. However, it seemed the invitations started pouring in once he started dating you. It could have been your connections to the art world via the library foundation you were the director of or simply because he would have arm candy to walk the red carpet with him. 

 There was a storm rolling in from the Yellow Sea leaving an extra charge in the air. You were turned on by everything Namjoon did. From the muscles in his arm when he flexed to put his cuff links on to the concentrated look in his eye when he was styling his hair. The feeling was mutual, though. You didn’t notice but it took him so long to style his hair, essentially combing his hair back & forth to the style it originally was because he was distracted by the sight of you in his mirror. He loved watching you get dressed. He loved the way you bit your bottom lip as you scanned your closet for an appropriate outfit. He loved the way your tattoos moved like waves in the ocean as you shimmied into whatever dress you chose. While you were putting your outfit on, he was already thinking about taking it off. The way the emerald green high neck backless long sleeve dress hugged you body drove him crazy

The electricity in the air didn’t help either one control themselves. Something about the excitement of the pending storm and the art installation opening had them both constantly checking the clock to countdown until you could be home and under the covers tangled in each other's limbs.

 The front door alarm to the apartment buzzed announcing the arrival of the limousine. You were one of Korea’s hottest IT couples and you preferred to arrive in style. You walked out of the bedroom putting on your second earring, making sure your side swept hair & barrette were in place in the hall mirror. You caught Namjoon staring at you, “is this okay?” You asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“You look absolutely stunning, baby girl,” he smiled while pulling you in for a kiss. “Now let’s go or we’re going to be late.” You grabbed your silver studded clutch & checked yourself one last time in the mirror.

They sat in the back of the limo, Namjoon closest to the door. He rested his elbow on the door, his head resting on his thumb looking out the window. A million thoughts were running through his head, most of which were excuses for leaving early so he could get you home. 

He placed his free hand on your exposed thigh, squeezing it with a hint of roughness. He traced circles on your leg with his thumb & he could feel you squirming under his touch. 

“Don’t start anything you can’t immediately finish,” you told him, a hint of sass in your voice.

“Who says I won’t finish?” He replied without skipping a beat. You scooted down the seat just a little, the leather groaning with your slightest move. His hand gently moved its way up your leg, ebbing and flowing with motion making you moisten with anticipation.

He was just about to pull your thong to the side when the driver announced they had arrived.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you groaned under your breath.

He leaned in close to you & whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry, Princess, I promise I’ll make it up to you, tonight.” His voice was low & husky, you could smell his shower gel & aftershave and it intoxicated your nostrils. You wanted him right then & there, but you would have to wait. You hated waiting.

He stepped out of the limo first then turned to help you out. As they walked up to the red carpet they posed their usual standard pose: you turned towards Namjoon with your outer leg at a 45 degree angle, hand by your side & Namjoon faced forward however slightly towards you with his hand on the small of your back. 

“I’m seeing dots,” you commented through your teeth, making Namjoon laugh.

“Just hang tight babe, a few more seconds & it’s over,” he reassured you before bending down to kiss your neck causing another flurry of flashes . You were going to hear about it from Hybe headquarters tomorrow, as you usually did since not only were you one of Korea’s hottest couples but you were also one of Korea’s couples who displayed the most PDA. 

You walked into the art installation holding onto his arm in a regal fashion & were greeted by the artist herself. She was a mutual friend of Namjoon’s through Denver & he accepted the invitation as a favor to help garner more publicity.

“Namjoon-a, thank you so much for coming!” She exclaimed, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek. You never loosened her grip on Namjoon’s arm. If anything, you tightened your grip which he knew meant don’t get too friendly. That possessiveness only drove him to be more lustful for her.

The concept of the art installation was light against dark, finding the light in the dark. Or a single ray of light surrounded in darkness. This meant that the layout of the installation started with light surrounding art pieces meant to convey increasing darkness the further back you went into the exhibit. You sipped on champagne & spoke with people you knew and chit chatted with people upi didn’t who came to introduce themselves. Among them was an up and coming fashion house specializing in formal events and weddings. They joked that maybe a wedding was in the near future & Namjoon smiled the dimpled smile that melted your heart. He smiled, looked down and replied “Not this year, but soon I hope. If she’ll have me,” he squeezed you closer to him, his hand resting just above your hip.

You felt your heart leap out of your chest & you had to look away to keep from asking him to elaborate further.

Slowly but surely they headed to the back of the installation. The further back they went, the darker it got and people were more sparse. It seemed people were too busy socializing to make it that far. There were about 3 other people in the darkest area of the exhibit, all who decided now was the time to give you and Namjoon some privacy. Even the security guards assigned to escort you hung along the edge of the exhibit to give you some privacy.

“What do you think so far, my love?” Namjoon asked you. You were about 4 sentences into your opinion when you felt Namjoon’s warm hand cupping your ass. Caught off guard, you turned to look at him, not sure if you really felt it or imagined his big hand caressing your body.

“Circling back to finishing what I started…” his voice trailed off as he leaned down to kiss you hard, biting your lower lip.

“You want to finish… here?!” 

“Art is pleasure, baby girl.” He whispered heavily in your ear.

He pulled you towards him, your arms coming up between them grabbing the lapels of his jacket. His hand caressed your breast, his thumb and forefinger provoking your nipple to poke through your dress. In the darkness he found a table that must have been pushed out of the way for the exhibit, a table forgotten in the darkness.

The faint glow of the light from the artistic moon shone on your face as your closed your eyes. Namjoon wanted to bring you pleasure, he wanted to give you ecstasy right then and there if it was the last thing he did.

He grabbed you under your ass and lifted you up, walking you over to the table. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his bulge against your wetness. Your calves squeezed against his lower back, begging him to enter you.

“Not so fast, baby girl, I need to finish what I started, remember?” He growled in your ear before licking the outer cartilage.

He sat you on the low table and slipped his fingers into your slit, you were slippery wet. He felt like his bulge was about to poke through his pants and rip them open like he wanted to rip into you. But he needed you to cum first.

He slipped two fingers inside first, then slowly pulled them out and slipped in a third. He felt you pull herself to him, clinging to his neck & your breath becoming heavier. With his fingers inside of you, his thumb slowly circled your clit. As soon as he started circling he felt your body instantly tense up. He kissed the tops of your breasts, wanting to devour every inch of you as quickly as possibly.  Seemingly within seconds you nibbled his ear, signaling you were about to cum.

“Keep quiet, princess, you don’t want anyone to know we’re back here.”

As the wave of orgasm took over your body you dug your face into Namjoon’s chest, fighting back moaning loudly. You moaned into his chest, swearing that his bulge felt like it was growing as he rubbed himself against your leg. Once the high subsided you unzipped his pants.

“Please, fuck me, Kim Namjoon,” you whispered in his ear.

“Mmmm, you want me that bad?” His voice was low and gravelly. You needed him inside of you. You needed him to fill you up. Your bodies coming together was one of the few ways you felt like a completed puzzle.

You slowly unzipped his pants, the only sound in the room you were in was the song playing overhead, Cifika’s “Hush”. As you pulled his dick out of his pants you quietly & softly scooted to the edge of the table so he didn’t have to reach over you too far. You could feel the stickiness of the precum against your wrist as you stroked him a little. He reached his hands under your ass & pulled you up a little so he could enter you. Where you were standing, you were surrounded by darkness. The only light was the faint glow of the moon across the room, about 20 ft away.

As he teased your wetness with the tip of his dick you heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance. The storm was approaching. Just as he was entering you, you heard one of the security guards clear his throat right before footsteps approached the area. Relying on the darkness to conceal your deed, you squeezed him internally as he put his mouth on your shoulder to muffle his moan. The people that had come in stayed by the moon since that was the only light source. You continued squeezing him in pulses and you could feel his dick jumping inside of your with every pulse.

As the thunderstorm inched closer and the thunder rumbled louder he started moving his hips. First in slow pulses so as to make sure there was no rustling of clothes that could be heard by anyone. After a few minutes the footsteps and lull of conversation drifted further away. At the last audible footsteps Namjoon started pumping hard into you. Pleasure zinged to every nerve in your body and you was filled with electricity that shot all the way through to your fingertips. He dug his face into your neck, kissing you and nibbling you when the pleasure started building up. You started to feel sweat on the side of her face, your boyfriend was sweating from the fast pumping. 

“You gonna bring me home, baby girl?” He growled in your ear. You were on the brink of ecstacy the more he moved his hips.

“Yes baby, fuck me harder, I’m going to cum,” you moaned in his ear.

Just as you were both on the cusp of cumming a hard thunder clapped, causing all of the lights to go out and the emergency sprinklers to come on. 

Too caught up in the moment, Namjoon kept fucking you. You wrapped your legs tighter as you came, the water now drenched the both of you. When you both climaxed at the same time loud thunder clapped again, allowing you to be vocal about your release. You looked up, out of breath and with your eyes closed as Namjoon put his face in your cleavage. It wasn’t until the lights came back on that you had realized what happened. You jumped off of the table & adjusted your dress as Namjoon fixed himself. He grabbed your hand and you ran out of a side exit straight onto the street for the waiting limo. As you ran, you felt something wet dripping from between your legs, bringing a smirk on your face as you weren’t sure if it wasn’t the Joon juice or the runoff of water from the sprinklers. As you got into the limo Namjoon took off his jacket & wrapped it around your shoulders. He kissed your temple and whispered in your ear. “Don’t think I’m quit done with you yet, baby girl.”

[kongchipachi95]

I suddenly remembered I needed an oil change... damn this was good!!!!

Grease (the tragedy)

“Careful, those marks on the floor aren’t just oil and paint.”

jeon wonwoo x reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings: smut [minors DNI], fluff, angst, mechanic!wonu, annoyances to lovers, blind date gone wrong but then gone right, kissing, clit stuff, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking (oop), this all happens at a desk LMAO, title is a what I thought was a funny spin on how people say "grease (the musical)"....has nothing to do with the musical though but lots to do with actual grease!!!

synopsis: In which you have to sit through one of the worst dates of your life, followed by the insistent tug of fate and compulsion that lead you straight back to where you'd sworn you'd never go.

[a/n]: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE CAMOTHY @highvern everyone go say happy birthday to cam or ill appear in your room at night 🔫 anygays HAVE FUN READING THIS I hope this is all the sexy wonu content you wanted, I cant wait for your reaction hehehhehe

and also bigbigbigbig thank you to jessifer @the-boy-meets-evil for proofing this for me!!! ily heh

and and to everyone reading this who is not cam, I hope you enjoy reading mechanic!wonu as much as I liked writing him heheh PLS REMEMBER TO REBLOG AND TELL ME UR THOTS it could be in the tags, replies, an ask literally anything!!!! id love to hear what you guys think!!!!

masterlist

 [You]: do you think he died on the way

[Liv]: hes still not there???

[You]: what do you think?????

[Liv]: let me ask Amelia

[You]: dont bother

[You]: he can show up whenever he wants im leaving in 5

[Liv]: you promised you’d sit thru this!!

[You]: sit thru what? an empty seat across from me???

Liv doesn’t respond immediately, and you immediately know she’s buggered off to ask her cousin why your date still wasn’t here. 

It’s not like you couldn’t have asked him yourself, the sparse textbox sitting just under Liv’s contact. You open it to inspect the contents. 

[liv’s cousin’s something]: Amelia gave me your number

[liv’s cousin’s something]: friday night at the sage&salt at 7 

[liv’s cousin’s something]: is that okay

[You]: uh hey

[You]: yeah that’s fine

Today 7:20 PM

[You]: im here?

The first thread of texts were enough to make you feel like this was some cold business meeting instead of a date, knowing wherever this would lead would be either the city dump or off a cliff. Liv was hearing none of it, taking the guilt tripping route, saying she’d already committed and her cousin was irritating enough even without a scuffle.

So when Friday evening came around you’d pulled on the first dress your fingers could find, took all of ten minutes fighting with your makeup to make it look like you did something and left the house with zero expectations. 

Despite that, as you see a man walk into the establishment dressed like he’d gotten into a fight with a squid and a paper shredder, you feel the stone in your chest tank into the abyss. Zero expectations, and he’s somehow managed to strike out anyway. 

The jacket looks like he’s put it on as a weak cover for the grime stains on his shirt and trousers, a couple jet black splatters across the outfit to really pull the whole thing together. It’s not like he looked homeless or anything, his face surprisingly handsome with his hair pushed away from his forehead. Although he remains looking like he’d been playing football in some neighbourhood parking lot before remembering he had an adult appointment too. 

You’d never seen the man in your life, but your gut told you this was the shit texter who’d kept you waiting for nearly an hour. He seems to notice too, eyes locking from across the restaurant as the waitress leads him to your table. 

“Wonwoo,” you greet with a difficult smile, half sure it came out as a grimace. “Right?”

“Yeah,” he huffs as he practically slams back down on the chair, and you wonder for a moment how the legs didn’t give out. He says your name and you nod. “Sorry I’m late, I got a call in the parking lot.”

He’s been in the parking lot this entire time?!

It’s like you’ve been doused in gasoline and lit on fire, yet somehow needing to give him a shaky reply anyway. 

“O–oh, I see.”

The waitress saves you from spitting in his face when she asks if you were ready to order. 

Dinner was off the table, as you discussed with Liv who forwarded it to her cousin to her–whoever it was that set up this god awful date–and agreed on dessert and perhaps a drink. 

“I’ll have the chocolate cake,” you request in an attempt to make this somewhat better. You consider for a moment before asking for a drink as well, “And a dry gin martini, please.”

“Um,” he staggers as he barely skims the menu, ultimately flipping it closed. “I’ll have the same, I guess.”

Deep voice. You might’ve liked that if you weren’t already so peeved. 

The waitress disappears with the menus, leaving you two alone for the first time. 

“So,” you start with an exhale. “How do you know Amelia?”

“Her husband.”

“I see.”

Silence. 

“How do you know her husband?”

He sighs like this is all inconveniencing him, and it irks you to an irrespective degree. Like you wanted to be here either. 

“He brings his car to the workshop alot, became friends somewhere along the line.”

“Workshop?”

He looks a little startled, cocking his head to the side. “I’m a mechanic? Did Olivia–was it–not tell you?”

“No, she didn’t.”

It’s silent yet again as the man across from you refuses to elaborate. You curse as you ask him a follow up question. If there was anything you hated more than shouldering a dead conversation, it was sitting through an awkward silence. 

One hour. You’d sit through this for one more hour and then you’d leave. 

“What kind of cars do you work on?”

“Expensive ones,” he answers. You might’ve kicked yourself if he’d ended it at that, but he continues with a purse of his lips. “Ones that rich people abuse to an inch of the machine’s life and wonder why the dealership gives up on it. Vintage pieces too.”

“Have I heard of it?”

“The cars?”

“No, I mean,” you let out a breath. “Your workshop.”

“Jeon Motors, just a couple streets down actually.”

You did know what he was talking about, not expecting to recognise it through the empty question, passing by it on multiple occasions in this part of the city.

“Oh, I’ve seen it a few times.”

“Yeah, we’ve been there for a while.”

“Family business?”

“Uh–sort of.” 

“Okay,” you sigh in an irritated laugh. This was going to be a very difficult hour. “Keep that to yourself too.”

“Is there a problem?”

Just as you lift your eyes to lock with his, a ready yes, there is actually a problem on your tongue, there’s an intrusion. 

“Here are your chocolate cakes,” the waitress places the cakes down, and then the drinks. “And your dry gin martinis. Do you guys need anything else?” By the time the waitress is gone you’ve somewhat forced yourself to put that sudden surge of flames out, to a degree at least. 

“Okay,” he sighs, grabbing his glass and downing nearly half the contents. He emerges, wiping a bit of a spill from the corner of his mouth. “Let’s get this out of the way.”

“Hm?” He’s speaking to you with a very weird surge of intensity, and it confuses you.

“Neither of us wanna be here. You’re clearly trying to be hospitable but I’d really rather you not, especially when we’re both doing this to get our respective ticks off our hides.”

There isn’t much you can do but stare at him. 

“Have I misjudged your advances?” he asks over his glass, sharp eyes piercing. 

“No!” you yelp, reaching for your drink yourself, taking big sips only to emerge sputtering and heaving. 

Your date looks like he’s rising out of his chair when you raise a hand to stop him. 

“No,” you repeat, less jumpy this time. “I guess we could’ve cleared that out from before.”

Did he…snort?

“Sorry.” Dropping his chin to his chest, he composes himself. 

“What?” you ask, remaining annoyed as ever. 

“Nothing.”

That does it. You slam your now empty glass down on the table, slipping your fork out of the napkin a little forcefully, the metal glinting in the light of the restaurant. You dig into a corner of the cake and shove it in your mouth. 

If he was gonna be rude, you could be too. 

“I don’t know about hospitable.” You swallow. “But I assumed not being an ass was kind of an unwritten rule for any situation really. Including the ones you’d rather not be in.”

Wonwoo stares at you with a blank face, his cake untouched. “I’m being an ass. My laugh couldn’t have offended you that much.”

“So you did pick that up,” you comment. “With the way this conversation’s going I would’ve thought it flew right over your engine.”

“I’d argue your laugh was the least offensive thing you’ve done tonight.” You plunge your fork into your cake again. “But clearly we’re in different realms of etiquette.”

Your eyes meet the rough stains on his attire, and then his own that bore into yours like a challenge. The cake isn’t too sweet, rich just the right amount and texturally sound. Maybe something good did come out of this fiasco. 

“Okay fine,” he announces, sitting up straighter. “I apologise.”

“For laughing?”

“And for being obscenely late.”

“And?”

“And…” he genuinely looks like he’s struggling to figure it out, but catches your eyes flickering to his tattered and stained outfit. “And for my entirely inappropriate dressing sense. You’ll have to forgive me for that one, oil and grime are my spoils of war.”

“Wear it like a badge, mister mechanic, but perhaps somewhere it’s appreciated.” 

Wonwoo has already finished his drink, his cake remaining untouched. “You’re quite adamant on disliking me.”

“And you’re quite adamant on being a horrid conversationalist.”

The corners of his mouth lift the slightest bit. Opening his mouth to respond, you cut him off. “Cars don’t talk? Or perhaps, machines are easier to understand?”

“More like I don’t care to be personable.”

“That can’t be good for business.”

“The cars speak for themselves.”

He’s a weird one. Even more so when he offers to pay the entire bill, promising you he wasn’t lying when he said he was good at what he does, and to “make up for lost personality points.” You manage to pay your half anyway, considering the circumstances. 

“Can you at least let me drive you home?” Wonwoo asks as you both step out of the establishment soon after. 

“Depends.” You fix the strap of your bag. “Will it fall apart on the highway?”

The blaring white of the restaurant's outdoor lights backlight Wonwoo to make him look like some sad angel. He turns to you, the same slight smirk that seems to be plastered on his face. “Why don’t you find out?”

“What do you mean sell it? I got this thing a year ago!” 

There isn’t much you can do but sigh loudly as you listen to Olivia talk about the state of her car, the one that cost too much to justify but she seemed to use and abuse like a very replaceable toy truck. 

Leaning against the hood of the darn thing, you talk to her. “The dealership is giving you a shit deal to take it off your hands, you might as well try your luck.”

The look on her face is easy to read as she silences. Not convinced in the slightest, waiting for the conversation to end just so she could figure it out on her own. Sighing loudly, you look back to the dark beauty with a crate of issues that make it spit and sputter to a stop every few weeks. 

“How much did you say the repairs cost again?”

“Enough to put me on food stamps,” she whines through her frustration, tears pricking against her eyes as they glisten under the neighbourhood streetlights. “Why are you smirking like that?!”

“It’s just,” you pause as you consider your next words, pressing your lips together. “This is a little bit your fault.”

Lies, it was entirely her fault. 

Liv stares like you’ve just offended her, which you’re sure you have.

“Care to share how this possible bankruptcy could be my fault?"

“Because you drive the thing like you have a secret reserve buried somewhere in Tenerife.”

“My apologies for making a habit of not being a public nuisance and going forty on a national highway.”

“Your speed-o-metre is not the issue here.”

“Yes, of course, everything’s my fault.”

“Liv, please!” You groan loudly. “Just…let’s try putting up a listing tomorrow. Consider the prospects and you can decide from there.”

Sagging her shoulders and stretching her neck, Liv decides to simply trudge back indoors in silence. You take it as a begrudging yes, and follow her inside. 

That very night, when you were at the very cusp of falling into the dark space of sleep, your brain re-awakens before your eyes do. A jolt as the memory comes back to you of the many months ago, sitting in that restaurant across from a man who was too handsome for the personality he seemed to sire. 

“Expensive ones,” he had said. “Ones that rich people abuse to an inch of the machine’s life and wonder why the dealership gives up on it.”

How fitting. 

“Are you going to explain or should I explode instead?” 

You’d mentally prepared for the bombardment of accusations from Liv, her questioning perfectly right as you yourself cringed at the thought of showing your face here of all places. The one last one that’d officially banned her from ever setting you up with an individual of her choosing ever again. 

Hearing only silence as her answer, she appeals; “I thought he was the worst date of your life.”

“Nothing to do with his skills as a mechanic,” you mumble, refusing to make eye contact. 

“And everything to do with this being a horrible idea anyway!” Liv stares up at the sign on top of the garage. Jeon Motors. “What makes you think this guy can fix my car?”

What did make you think he could fix Liv’s car? If you’d known you might have given her an answer, but as you stare at the giant signboard that you’ve driven past for longer than you can remember, you can’t help but feel this place has been haunting you. Just a little. 

You can’t help but feel the tingle of goosebumps rise on your skin, the hairs across the expanse standing up at the thought of walking inside. There was no way you could differentiate the reaction from plain nerves or from the cringing drills that sound all the way outside the establishment. Regardless, you make an attempt to look confident as you make your strides into the pungent of the workshop. 

The first thing you note is how…clean everything is. Cleaner than any other workshop you’ve walked into anyway. 

The interior is bigger than it looks from the outside, the ginormous hall hosting about a dozen cars within your eyeshot alone. One side of the great hall holds an array of parked cars in different stages of dismantled and deconstructed, while the other side is lined with contraptions that look like stripped and enlarged elevators. 

Once you’ve inhaled a beyond recommended amount of smoke fumes and listened past all of the clanging, banging and sparks, you register the people that are elbow deep in the hoods of the vehicle they’re working on, enough to leave you and Liv standing at the entrance of an establishment that you can barely make sense of. 

“Can I help you?” A man in stained beige overalls approaches your wide eyed pair, face half covered in his baseball hat and hands occupied with a rag. 

To your slightest dismay, it isn’t the man you’re looking for.

“Uh– is Wonwoo here?” you ask. 

“He’s in a meeting right now. Are you a friend?” 

No, just a failed love interest.

“He,” you falter. If you weren’t a friend…then what were you? “He gave me his card.”

“Do you need help with your car?”

“Mine, actually,” Liv pipes. “It’s outside if you wanna take a look first.”

With one sweeping look across the warehouse, your eyes land on one of the few doors on the left. You register the plain look of it for barely a moment before joining Liv outside. 

By the time her car has been rolled and parked inside for a more thorough inspection, it’s taken you every last grain of your willpower to not stalk back out and wait in your car. For whatever reason, you can’t help but feel a very familiar spasm of irritation spark through you. Here you are, left anxiously waiting for the same man for a second time, merely feet away but remaining occupied with more important things. 

At the very least, the multiple hands prodding around the car’s engine were being somewhat of use, attempting to survey the same issues that had been looked at about a dozen times before. You silently promise to be a better person if this trip wouldn’t be for vain.  

“Am I late for something again?” 

Your throat is suddenly clogged as you open your mouth and no sound graces your presence. The face that meets you has his eyebrows raised as he stares at you in expectation, a ghost of a smile on his face. 

“W–Wonwoo, hi, um.” You clear your throat loudly, heat cursing your cheeks. “No, of course not.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure after…four months?” he asks, hands on his hips and his back straightened.

“I…my friend’s car needed to be looked at so…”

“Ah, of course!” He turns to where you’ve motioned, looking at the popped hood of the car his employees are working on. “I’ll take a look at it myself, don’t worry about it.”

He’s already walking away, towards the car and leaving you a ways away from the action. You stare at his back; the overalls tied at the waist and the stained white T-shirt that clings to his form from the humidity.

Wonwoo remains a man of a few words, and you remain at wits end about it all. 

A loud honk gives you something to do as you jump at the sound so up close, scrambling to move away from the smack centre as another car pulls into the garage. 

“Careful, those marks on the floor aren’t just oil and paint.” Wonwoo snickers from his place hunched over the hood as he cranes his neck to look at you. 

You walk over to where he is to get out of the way. “Was that meant to sound like an innuendo?”

“I was talking about the occasional running over someone’s foot,” he answers. “Not sure what you were thinking.” 

Ignoring the jab, you note that it was now only you and him crowding the car, “Where’s Olivia?”

“Went to look at spare parts.” You watch him as his gloved hands reach further into the enclave and yank at something hard. 

“So you can fix it?” 

“The car? It’ll take a couple days but it’s not really an issue.”

Furrowing your brows, you press on, “But the dealership—”

“Dealerships are the spawn of the devil,” he grunts as he finally wrenches out a spare nut or bolt or something that’s covered in oil. “Let me guess, they wanted her to sell it back to them?”

It’s your turn to raise your brows. “Yes. They tried fixing it, but it'd just stop again.”

“Because they’ve been fixing the symptoms.” He raises his eyes to meet yours, hands occupied with rubbing the part in his hands relatively clean with a rag. “They haven’t bothered to do anything about the actual problem.” 

“Because that’s gonna cost…?”

“Couple hundred, give or take,” he announces nonchalantly, turning his focus back to the engine. 

“But—” That’s it?

“Fifty extra for every question I have to answer after this.” You briefly wonder if Wonwoo’s eyes were always this piercing, boring into your soul like he didn’t need words to know what was going on with you. 

“Fine,” you huff, moving to drag a chair over, mostly just so you could have reason to break eye contact, and plop down as you watch him work. 

The more you think about it, the more you can find yourself unbothered by his strange behaviour. He wasn’t bleak, but nowhere near one of the more interesting people you’ve met. Taking the opportunity to really scan the man head to toe, you can’t say you find anything truly concrete to be this put off by him. 

Not much of a talker, but with the times you’ve prayed for a man that knew when to shut up sometimes, you wonder how much you can actually complain about this boon in particular. 

Besides, he was a looker, and you were completely content shutting your trap if it meant you got to shamelessly ogle at him from this close. 

“You know, this place looks bigger than it does from the outside.”

Wonwoo stares pointedly. 

You raise a shoulder in nonchalance, “Wasn’t a question!”

He simply huffs as he mumbles, “More length than breadth I suppose.”

“What are those things called?” you ask as you watch a sedan get lifted into the on some platform on the other end of the row. 

Glancing back, he answers, “Post lift, car lift, whatever you wanna call it.”

“What does it do?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Touché.” 

Glancing back at him, you catch sight of his stained shirt once again. “Is that the same thing you wore to our date?”

Chin to chest, he registers what he’s wearing, hands still working on pulling bolts and boxes out of the hood. “Have about twenty of the same shirt, I can never be too sure.”

“You’re impossible.”

He smirks, “Touché.” 

You questioned if this was a mistake. 

Olivia could pick up her car herself, so why did you insist to be the one that did it? As you pay the taxi driver, you feel your ankles lock for a moment as you move to slip out of the cab. Frozen, you hear the driver ask you if everything was alright, to which your legs seem to work again, finally foot to gravel in front of the dreaded workshop.

The Jeon Motors sign blares the same as it always has in the afternoon light, glinting as it encourages you to walk in and do one of the stupider things you’ve done in life. Other than the ridiculous outfit you’ve put on, of course. 

But alas, as you hand over your slip to one of the many mechanics in the workshop, you find yourself praying he wasn’t here after all, that perhaps you could miss him as you leave and never have to see him again. 

Somebody yells out his name, and the dream drifts away like smoke. 

Finding the courage, you look up to where the man shouted for him, and immediately wish you hadn’t. 

Wonwoo remains in his overalls, the same ones that he had tied to his waist the last time you saw him. His undershirt however…

The tank top is revealing too much for you to pretend you don’t care, his hair remaining pushed back and away from his forehead as he walks over to you in what feels like slow motion. He takes the slip that he does not need, smiling at you as he says his hellos. 

“Car’s all fixed up, just need some papers that need signing and you’re all set.”

“Oh, but Liv isn’t here today.”

“That’s alright, you can sign them too,” he reassures, motioning for you to walk with him towards the car. “The car was alright in the test drives, revving hasn’t caused any problems either.”

He halts in front of the now (supposedly) fixed black sedan and pats the hood lightly, “If anything happens tell her to bring it straight here, although it shouldn’t have any more problems.”

“What’s your rate of return on customers?” you ask, a slight smirk on your face.

He thinks for a moment, “Pretty crap. But I guess that means I’m doing something right.”

You consider yourself something of a helicopter parent when it comes to your own car, but perhaps you’d change that if it meant you’d get to come here a little more often. 

Goodness, what’s gotten into you.

Wonwoo’s smiling too, and for a brief moment the silence is nearly awkward. A pause before he proposes leaving. 

“Shall we go to the office then?” 

Nodding eagerly, you trail behind him as he leads you towards the other end of the workshop, passing by even more cars in all their stripped or constructed glory. Glancing in front, you catch sight of Wonwoo’s back, ensnared for a moment before you snap your head away, reciting every curse word you know like a mantra. 

“It’s less hot in here too, keep the air on all the time.” Wonwoo stands in front of the plain doors, hands on the handle to wrench it open. You recognise it as the same door you had noted a few days ago. “Would you like anything? Coffee, tea?”

“Um, just water is fine, thanks.”

It’s quite plain, beige and leather against cream walls and unfittingly white lights. There’s a desk on one corner that’s beyond cluttered with more papers than you can register, pens and other office supplies mixed into the disorganised chaos of the large tabletop.

“Sorry about the mess, I can never find time to sort through it.” To your surprise, the light tinge of his cheeks suggest he might actually feel a little embarrassed. 

Cute. 

There’s cabinets that line on one of the far walls, and you watch him take his gloves off to open it and reach for a cup. The white porcelain emerges stained with an ashy grey as his fingers betray him. He looks flustered, glancing at his hands and back up to the cabinet. 

You can’t help but laugh a little, moving forward to help. “It’s alright, let me.”

“Sorry,” he apologised again, with a sheepish look on his face. “I’ll, um, wash this off.”

“Go on, I’m here,” you reassure as you move towards the water dispenser in the corner to fill your clean cup. 

He returns with significantly cleaner hands and apologises one last time. “Seems all I do around you is apologise.”

You have the good humour to chuckle, “So I’ve noticed.”

He does well to clear out most of the clutter that’s on his desk, leaving enough room to set down a few pieces of paper as you take a seat on the opposite side. 

As you scan through the papers, he attempts to make sober conversation. “You should…bring your car around for inspections if you want.”

“Oh? Even if I ask a million questions?”

“I can make an exception or two,” he grins. 

“And if you charge me double?”

“Might not charge you at all.”

“Might?” you question as you lift the pen he’d given you to sign the first space. 

“Might.”

“And what’re the conditions for that?” 

He doesn’t answer as he ponders and you fill in the second blank. “I’ll have to think about that.”

You snort before you can help it, your last signature coming out a little wonky as your hands shake. Turning the papers over to him, you continue, “Well then, let me know when you figure it out.”

He stares pointedly as he accepts the papers before dropping his eyes again, “Can I?”

“Hm?”

“Can I? Let you know?” 

It’s like you’ve been frozen over, the typewriter in your mind jamming as it punches out the implications of what he’s saying. 

“It seems, at least to me, that we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,” he continues. 

You hesitate. “I think so too.”

“I…I don’t want to put anything like pressure on you but–” 

“Would you like to try the new gelato place downtown this week?” you ask finally as you save him from his misery. “If…you’d like.”

He looks stunned for a moment before he’s scrambling, “Oh–of course! Yes, anytime is fine with me.”

“Great,” you smile, lifting from your seat. “It’s a date.”

“I’ll promise to wash my hands this time…and my shirt. And I won’t be late.” 

“Let’s not make promises we can’t keep,” you tease. 

You’re nearing the door as he follows behind, and just as you’re about to pull down on the handle, you hear him say your name. 

Turning around, almost too eagerly, you look up at him in expectation. He’s close, almost right behind you as he looks like he’s debating whether opening his mouth is a good idea. 

“Are you doing anything else today?” 

“Um,” you stutter for a moment. “I don’t have to drop off the car till later tonight, that’s all really.”

He swallows. “Do you wanna stay? Just a little while. We can stay in here, nobody comes in anyway.”

You aren’t entirely sure why you said yes, because you did actually have dinner plans with Liv later tonight, but the teeny tiny voice in your mind egged you on anyway. Besides, Liv wouldn’t mind, not if you were cancelling for this.

This entailed the very friendly contact of Wonwoo’s tongue in your mouth, and the extremely cordial way it seemed to caress your insides. If somebody asked you how it led to this, you don’t think you’d have an answer. Not that you care, especially when his hands are grabbing your waist and hips like that.

He’s already locked the door, reassuring you that nobody would find their boss and client in the smack dab middle of the devil’s tango. You take his word for it, relishing in the way his hot breath hits your skin below your ears, his mouth sucking under your earlobes as you whimper ever so quietly. 

Your hands are on his exposed biceps, feeling him up all to your heart's content. “Do you–Do you always wear stuff like this?”

He emerges, wet lipped and eyes trained. “So I wasn’t imagining it.”

“Imagining what?” you ask as you let him unbuckle your trousers.

“Please. Like you weren’t stripping me with your eyes.”

If you were warm before you, you're boiling up now. Were you being so obvious?

“It’s alright,” he reassures as you feel his fingers make contact with the crotch of your panties, pushing in to put pressure on your clit. “Wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t picked up on it.”

You feel his fingers push the dampening fabric away as his fingers make contact with your hole, coating his fingers in the arousal that’s made itself known. It’s hard to not hiss at the way he begins to circle it, thanking the universe that the loud noises of the workshop outside were masking whatever evidence of the heinous crime you were committing inside. 

Back against the couch in his office, you settle into the cushions once you feel him rub at your clit, one hand spreading your lips apart as he continues to massage your own wetness onto your throbbing cunt. 

When he retreats you almost cry out, but are smothered when he plunges two fingers into your hole instead, curling them almost immediately inside you. The consistent brush of the tips of his fingers on your walls are making it difficult to keep your eyes open, and absolutely impossible to keep your moans at bay. 

“Wonwoo, that’s so good, fuck.”

Through your closed eyes, you don’t note when Wonwoo gets on his knees. But you do feel him yank your trousers off entirely, and you definitely feel him place his wet mouth flush on your lower lips, sucking at your clit as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you mercilessly. 

That’s all it takes for your noises to become increasingly high pitched, hands buried in his beautiful hair as he continues to pleasure you beyond imagination. 

“I’m so close, keep going, please, it feels so–”

He somehow buries his face in deeper, sucking harder, licking faster, and it’s enough for you to finally feel yourself collapsing on the inside, your composure dissolving as you moan so loud you’re sure they can hear it outside, even through all the clanging and revs of cars. 

There’s no way for you to know how long you lay there slumped against the couch cushions, but when you hear Wonwoo speak to you in your ear, you answer. 

“Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” you say as you grab his face and pull his lips to yours, tasting the tang in his mouth from your arousal. “Do you have a condom?”

“I–fuck,” he thinks for a moment. “I don’t think I do.”

You try not to feel too disappointed, but you sigh into his mouth anyway. 

“Can I fuck your thighs?” you hear him ask, and you might have just orgasmed again, untouched. 

“Fuck, yes you can.” 

With a yelp, you feel yourself lifted off the couch as you wrap your arms around Wonwoo’s neck, letting him guide you to his desk. “Wonwoo!”

You hear a loud crash of the desk being stripped of all its inhabitants, and your back hitting the cool of the table top. 

Wonwoo unties the arms of his overalls around his waist, letting the legs pool to the floor before slipping his hard cock out of his boxers. 

You don’t see it as you feel him lock your knees together and lift both your calves to rest on one of his shoulders. But you do feel it as he pushes the head into the seam of your thighs, watching the indent as the pink of his dick appears before you through the skin of your thighs. 

Wonwoo’s face is contorted as he pulls back and pushes back through again, this time brushing against your still sensitive clit. You gasp at contact, and immediately feel him thrusting faster. 

“Wonwoo,” you grunt. “Lower.”

He obliges, pushing his dick lower so it can rub flush against your clit as he begins to roughen up his pace. 

You moan as you feel his free hand that isn’t holding your legs trail to the ends of your shirt, caressing over your stomach to pull it up and reveal your bra clad tits. He pushes his hands under the nearest cup and begins to grope you so wonderfully with his big, warm hands. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you can only grasp onto his wrists as a handheld to keep you down on earth. 

The desk beneath you is rattling with noise, the full drawers making themselves known as Wonwoo pounds into your thighs like he would die if he stopped, mouth coming in contact with whatever skin of your legs he could reach, his breath fanning the side of your knees. 

You’re close again, and you know he is too with the way his thrusts are beginning to grow sloppy. 

“There,” he pants. “Almost.”

You orgasm for the second time, the throb your clit beyond comprehension as the rough of his dick slides across your clit mercilessly. 

“Cum like this, Wonwoo please I need to see you cum.”

And he does, shooting the heft of his load to cover your already wet cunt and thighs, landing on your stomach as he continues to ride out his high between your legs. 

The back of your head hits the table as you take in gulps of air through the aftermath of it all. Wonwoo is putting his weight on the back of your thighs, holding onto the table for support. 

“Oh, Liv is never gonna let me live this down,” you pant, lolling your head to one side as you register him. 

He peers up at you through his hair, the stupid smirk on his face, “Do you care?”

You’re smiling a little too when you answer, “Not really.”

And then your legs are off his shoulders as he nestles between them instead, diving in to lift your head and kiss you. 

And you let him, although you wouldn’t really call it too much of a kiss—not when the both of you were smiling like idiots through the clash. 

[kongchipachi95]

S Coups Fanfic

Seungcheol

POV: You're enjoying teasing your boyfriend, Seungcheol, during a friend group game night and it leads into something way more sensual...

Warnings: male oral (receiving), suggestive poses, penetration.

“If I win this game, what is my prize?” Seungcheol asked you with that smirk that always meant he was up to no good.

“Dealer’s choice,” you smirked back. The rest of the group hooted and howled at the mysterious yet suggestive interaction that was going on between the two of you. You had been dating for several months and loved spending time together but enjoyed nothing more than teasing each other in front of your friend group.

Since you were about to play an intense round of Twister you decided to take your jacket off since Cheol couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You made sure to take your time taking your arms out of the hoodie sleeves, stretching your chest as far as you could go. The other guys looked away in respect, but Cheol kept his eyes on you like a lion staring down a wildebeest.

He loved this game of cat and mouse because he knew you always gave in to him. You couldn’t handle the way the corners of his lips turned upwards into a smirk, those soft pillowy lips that devoured your skin when you were alone. He left no space untouched by hand or mouth. He was addicted to you just as much as you were addicted to him. This was going to be interesting.

He adjusted in his seat, rolling up his sleeves so you could see the veins in his muscles when he flexed. It was going to be an interesting game of Twister. Seungkwan complained that you two were taking too long to start your round so Dokyeom flicked the spinner and it landed on right hand red. Hoshi yelled out the color.

“RIGHT HAND RED!” he exclaimed in his warrior voice.

“Ladies first,” Seungcheol gestured to you before putting his hands on his hips. You stood facing him in the middle of the play area, bending down at an angle where he could see straight down your shirt. He bent down facing you as well with your faces merely centimeters apart. You looked like two linebackers ready to face off.

“NEXT COLOR…” Dokyeom called out. “LEFT FOOT BLUE!”

“LEFT FOOT BLUE!” Hoshi yelled out again.

“Do you have to yell in my ear?” Jeonghan screamed at him.

You stood up as much as you could and pivoted so your left foot was on the closest blue space, your back to Seungcheol and your butt against his bulge that was starting to peek through his pants. He simply placed his left foot on the closest blue, making a Spiderman pose and causing the rest of the guys to erupt in laughter.

“Okay okay okay next color,” Dokyeom yelled in dramatic fashion. “RIGHT FOOT GREEN!”

“RIGHT FOOT GREEN!” Hoshi yelled out again. Jeonghan gave him a side eye and Hoshi pretended like he was going to lunge at him making you laugh and almost lose your balance but Cheol held you up so you wouldn’t fall. 

“Thank you,” you sultrily told him over your shoulder. All he could respond was “mmmm” as a welcome.

You both looked at the play area under yourselves and looked at each other. There was no way you could pull this off without falling over. This would by far be the quickest game in the history of game nights. You stretched your leg out as far as you could and successfully put your right foot on green before falling over. Seungcheol took a deep breath. He stuck his leg out and couldn’t have reached it easily any other day with his tall frame. But the further he stuck his leg out the more the bulge in his pants protruded. Sure he grew up with the guys and they were like brothers to him, but this was a boundary he was not willing to cross. So he pretended like he couldn’t reach and fell over on top of you. With his weight on you you could feel the bulge poking your stomach. 

“You know I could go for some ice cream right now,” Hoshi announced.

“Good idea!” Jeonghan jumped up after him.

“It’s not even hot outside, why would you want ice cream right now?” Seungkwan protested before Jeonghan gave him a look and glanced over to the two of you. 

“Ah, yeah that’s a good idea,”Seungkwan changed his stance. As the group walked out of the living room you could hear Dokyeom’s singing voice growing more faint the further down the hallway they went. Seungcheol didn’t move. He just laid on top of you, his face inches away from yours. You could feel the puffs of breath on your face as he chuckled.

“You made me lose on purpose,” he growled at you.

“I didn’t do anything,” you protested. He shifted so he was leaning on his forearms that were planted on either side of your head. He lowered his head so his face was just about touching yours.

“I know you like to tease me in front of everyone. You’re lucky I let you get away with,” his voice had a husky tone to it. You reached up and bit his lower lip softly.

“I’m the lucky one? You’re lucky I was holding back in front of everyone.” defiant as you are. This seemed to flip a switch inside of him. You brought the jealousy out.

“So you’d just strip in front of everyone then? Show them what’s mine?” he snarled.

“Uh, no, that’s not what I meant,” you tried to back track. He stood up, hovering over you and looking down at you with a dark expression. 

“Fix it,” he demanded, gesturing to his crotch. “Get on your knees and show me you’re mine.

You got up and knelt on your knees in front of him, staring up with your innocent doe eyes which only turned him on even more. He traced your jawline with one hand, unbuckling his pants with ease with his other hand. His eyes took on a hooded trance, like he was about to get love drunk on your body and he knew it. You both knew it. Hearing the belt unbuckling and his jeans unzippering only turned you on even more. The rustling of his white t-shirt as he slipped it over his head and tossed it onto the sofa was making you so moist you could almost feel it dripping onto your ankles. 

He placed his hand at the base of your neck and you could feel the cold metal of the ring he always wore on his pinky against your skin. You could see his hard pink dick peaking out from his boxers but he wasn’t going to get it out for you. He wanted you to work it and that meant not using your hands. He wanted to see you fishing for it like a hungry little kitten looking for its next meal. 

At first you blew hot air onto his bulge making his chest heave with anticipation. He gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and tightened his grip. He meant business. You stuck your tongue out and allowed your spit to saturate the fabric of his boxers, just enough to get him going. When that wasn’t satisfying enough for him you fished his shaft out of his boxers with your lips and tongue, something that he loved to watch you do no matter how many times you’d already done it before. When you finally set the beast free you looked up at him, making sure to make eye contact as you slowly slipped it into your mouth and sucked on the tip. He closed his eyes in pleasure, letting the feeling wash over him. He held your hair as you painstakingly slid his dick into your mouth. You squeezed the back of your throat on the way down, feeling the sticky taste of his precum on your tongue. You stopped to catch your breath and swallow the spit that had pooled. 

“Did I say you could stop?” he growled. You shook your head innocently and he guided your mouth back to his bulge.

“You’ll stop when I say it’s time to stop, baby, you know the rules,” he tried making his voice less menacing. You smirked and decided to make him lose his mind.

As soon as you opened your mouth you started to suck on his dick as tight as you could, making sure to let the spit dribble down the sides of your mouth. Once he saw the tears falling from your eyes and the spit cascading out of your mouth he pulled your head off of himself and lifted you up so you could be standing facing each other.

“Why do you do this to me?” he whimpered before he started kissing your neck and sucking, leaving little splotches of red near your clavicle.

“Let’s go to my room,” he commanded. As you sauntered over to his room down the hallway you started taking your clothes off, dropping them one by one leaving a path behind you. 

“Such a bad, bad girl,” his husky voice called out to you. You could hear in his voice that he had his signature smirk. Once you got to the doorway you turned around, leaning your naked body against the doorframe. He was only a few paces behind you, picking up the clothes you were leaving behind.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” you called out to him.

He threw your clothes on top of the chair near his bed and picked you up, throwing you into the bed. You bounced a couple of times, feeling your breasts lift with every bounce as he watched you biting his lip and stroking himself. He crawled on the bed towards you as you laid back, waiting for him. He exhaled long, hot breaths on your inner thighs.

“Look at how you glisten for me, baby, are you ready for me to have my way with you?”

You arched your back and threw your head back.

“Yes, please, daddy,” you begged.

“I love it when you beg for me, princess.”

He hovered over you poking your sloppy wet entrance with his tip. He placed a hand on your lower stomach as he gently slid it inside, filling you up. He closed his eyes, entranced by the warm welcome you were giving him. Your hips rose to meet him as he bottomed out, and you squeezed your insides.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned. “Keep doing that for me, baby.”

The more you squeezed the more his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. You could see his stomach muscles tightening with every thrust of his hips. You rested your hands on his forearms for stability, not wanting him to stop as he picked up the pace. One he felt you were tightening and getting close he started circling around your clit, spitting on his hand for lubrication. This sent you over the edge.

“P-please don’t stop, Cheol, please, you’re going to make me cum,” you begged him. “Is my bad girl ready to feel good for me?” he said through gritted teeth. He was getting closer, too. He lifted your leg over his shoulder so he could penetrate deeper and started thrusting harder and faster. 

“Fuck baby, you’re going to make me cum,” he cried out. Just as he was about to unleash his load he pulled out and creamed all over your bellybutton. Strings of his liquid decorated itself all over your skin. 

“Clean me up, baby,” he said in a softer voice and you sat up to lick it off of his tip. He caressed the back of your head and your jawline before planting a kiss on your lips just in time for you to hear the group busting through the front door in pure chaos.

“WE CAME BACK TO SOON!” Hoshi yelled while Jeonghan yelled at him to be quiet.

“Never a dull moment around us, huh?” Seungcheol flashed his bright beautiful smile at you.

“No, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” you smiled back as you both put your clothes back.

[kongchipachi95]

Taehyung x reader

Pov: watching a movie with Taehyung turns into more than friends

Warnings: penetration, making out, f. Oral

V stands for…

“Please, Noona? Can we watch Frozen?”

Standing before me was a 26 year old man begging me with his Tata mic eyes to watch a Disney movie. It was hard to say no as I wanted to watch something more updated and action packed. But his charm got the best of me.

Whenever the other 6 guys felt like doing a group outing that Tae didn’t want to tag along, we always stayed in cuddling and watching movies or shows. Usually we’d get our popcorn, heat up the caramel to pour over and eat our snacks while we watched whatever movie he picked. He would lean his head on my shoulder snuggled under the blanket. I was wearing my favorite red plaid long john button up pajamas. He was wearing the same thing but in green plaid. It was like he was the adorable best guy friend I always wanted but never had. We never held hands since it was something exclusive to a boyfriend/girlfriend, we just loved spending time together. Lucky for him I had already watched Frozen several times before so I knew the songs. We sang along to “Do You Want to Build A Snowman?” smiling at each other. Except after Anna first meets Kristoff, he sat up. He was sitting rather stiffly next to me, as if he were nervous. I stopped consciously paying attention to the movie and started trying to watch for him in my peripheral. He slowly started putting his arm around me, I leaned into him. I could feel his chest release a deep breath beneath my shoulder. His large hand wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me closer. I could smell the stress relief lotion on his skin and as relaxing and comforting as it should have been, the pheromones intoxicated my nostrils and I felt a little turned on. Taehyung scooted down a little so his mouth was by his ear. “Lean back, Noona” he whispered. Except his voice was different. It was raspier, deeper. It wasn’t the usual sweet voice he used on everyone to get his way. This was a more guttural, raw voice I had never heard before I started throbbing from a deeper place.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. I turned my shoulder so I was facing him. He started leaning towards me, his eyes not breaking contact with my lips. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, they smelled like caramel. I wondered if they tasted like it, too.

He finally looked up at me and our eyes met. As innocent and pure as I had always felt our relationship was, there was nothing innocent or pure about the way he was looking at me in this exact moment. His eyes took on a sleepy heaviness, he was biting his lips. “Kiss me,” I quivered. It didn’t take him a full second before he crashed into me and was primally kissing every inch of exposed skin that he could find. My lips, my neck, my chest. He started unbuttoning the top of my pajamas exposing my bralette. He kissed my sternum causing me to arch my back, my body begging for more.

He grabbed the back of my neck to guide me to laying across the sofa, moving me directly under him. His knees on either side of me, he leaned down to kiss me aggressively. I grabbed his long, wavy hair and all but smashed his face into mine. I needed more. I could feel his bulge against my leg and I knew he needed more, too. While he cupped one of my tits in his hand, he slid the other one down the front of my pajama pants. He could feel the wetness in my panties. He let out a deep but low moan. “So you want this too, huh?” his deep voice whispered in my ear. He took his hand out and slipped his hand in his mouth, slowly sucking off my lotus water from his fingertips. “I can help you with that,” he whispered slightly louder and more assertively. He shoved his hand down my pants and pushed my panties aside before slipping three fingers in. I let out a whimper and pushed my hips into him. He slowly started circling my bean with his wide thumb, all the while slowly sucking on my nipple. He continued circling and sucking until I couldn’t take it anymore. Then he stopped just as I was about to climax. “You didn’t think I was done with you just yet, did you?” he laughed. He sat back on his heels and lifted my legs up as his mouth met my lotus. If that angel voice did wonders on stage his lips did wonders on me. Within a minute I felt the pleasure building up again. I grabbed his head, whispered, “I’m cumming” and held him there until I was spasming with ecstasy. When I fell back onto the sofa he lifted his head, his mouth completely wet. I was more turned on than before. I reached up and pulled him to me, kissing his lips, his chin, to his neck. With Tae hovering on top of me, I lifted my knee slightly enough to start rubbing against the growing dick in his pants. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. A slight moan escaped his lips, I wanted more. I reached down and started rubbing his shaft through the pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear that I could feel. This should be easy.

I slid his pants down and was staring him in the eye with the most lustful siren eyes. They begged for him to fuck me right there on the sofa. He knew exactly what I wanted as he started sliding his pants down to his knees. He reached down and almost ripped my pants off. He threw them behind the sofa and went straight to pounding into me. I caught my breath in my throat as he filled every inch inside of me. I arched my back and his lips landed on my chest, moaning into me.

I had never thought of the ways that Tae would make love to me, I never saw him in that sense. But he surprised me. If anything, I would have thought that he would be soft, gentle and sensual. Much to my surprise, he was anything but. The animalistic look he had in his eye, the steady way he drove into me with such force that it didn;t hurt but it hurt so good. Every inch of his manhood, and there more inches than average, railed me like I never even imagined. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back, “You like that, don’t you? You like me touching you like this?’ “Yeah,” I whimpered. I was putty in his hands.

“You ready to take my load?” he growled. Who was this person? I liked this side of Taehyung.

With one hand grabbing my hair and the other grasping my back, he came and he came hard. I could feel not only his whole body twitching but I could feel his dick twitching inside of me as I squeezed every ounce of him out. He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty chest sticking to mine.

[kongchipachi95]

Mingyu x reader

Pov: watching a movie with your bf Mingyu turns the both of you on despite his roommate being mere feet away

Warning: penetration.

Mingyu

Standing in the kitchen without a shirt, the golden hour sunset was casting a spotlight on his golden brown skin. You sat on the sofa watching as his muscles flexed with every move. You had just finished binge watching a new zombie series on Netflix and when you mentioned being the slightest bit hungry your sweet, caring boyfriend jumped up at the chance to cook for you. Since you started dating he had taken more of a role of caretaker as the time went on. His roommate, Wonwoo, who was watching the series with you both excused himself to his room so he could get a little bit of a gaming session in before the food was done.

Mingyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, his bangs sticking to his skin from the steam, and turned around and flashed that million watt smile at you, his little fangs barely showing above his lower lip. He spooned some of the soup he was making and motioned for you to come to the kitchen to try it. He was making your favorite, yukgaejang, and he watched as the steamy spoonful of broth made its way into your mouth. He watched as some of the liquid dripped down the side of your mouth. Before you could lick it off he whispered, “I got it,” and wiped it away with his thumb. When that didn’t quite get all of the oil off he put his mouth to yours and you could feel his tongue circling the space right below your lips. Shivers went up and down your body. While you were watching the last episode of the show you noticed Mingyu was caressing your leg under the blanket, inching his way up your thigh until you shook him off since his roommate was a few feet away on the other sofa. You didn’t realize he was that riled up.

When you looked in his eyes, his normal puppy dog expression had taken on a darker look. You reached up and grabbed either side of his face and pulled him towards you to kiss him harder. As you wrapped your arms around his next he grabbed your ass and lifted you onto the counter, which was a perfect height since he was a lot taller than you. You opened your legs for him to nestle in between and you could feed his bulge pressing against your wetness causing a moan to escape your lips.

“You feel it, too?” He asked in heavy gasps. You mmhmmed into his mouth and you couldn’t get close enough to each other. With his left hand he was cradling your neck and grabbing your hair. With his right hand he was cupping your ass and holding you closer to his body. Your nails dug into his honey brown shoulders. When he couldn’t take it anymore he slid one hand down the front of your panties, feeling the sticky gumminess that clung to your walls.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he whispered in your ear.

“Fuck yes,” you replied.

He pulled down the waistband to his sweatpants, causing his hard throbbing dick to bounce with excitement. He grabbed it and rubbed it with the stickiness from your insides before sliding it in, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure.

As he filled you up you held on to his shoulders, allowing yourself to take him in. He moaned into your neck as you grabbed the back of his head and pushed him towards your breast which he attacked like a ravenous animal. He licked, nibbled and sucked his way across your chest, leaving no inch untouched. His thrusts started off slow and rhythmic then picked up tempo and became so feral and erratic that you had to hold on to his broad shoulders for dear life. Sweat was running down his back making it a little slippery so you tighten your thigh grip around his waist, tightening your walls and making him moan louder. His bangs were sticking to his forehead and he refused to cum until you did.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, Mingyu, please don’t stop,” you moaned into his shoulder. His skin had a spicy musk to it, intoxicating your senses. He leaned back to watch himself going in and out of you, both of your slickness creating a thick white cream at the base of his throbbing cock turning him on even more.

“I can’t hold it baby, I’m going to cum soon,” he exhaled. His face winced with painful pleasure then he leaned down to start sucking on your nipple, bringing you to the edge of nirvana. He could feel your body twitching,

“Don’t stop, Mingyu, please don’t stop,” you yelled as he thrust harder and faster. As the pressure built up between the both of you your bodies spasmed together, a big sweaty mess. He screamed your name as you screamed his name and you both all but collapsed against the kitchen cabinets. The back of your head rested on the cabinets, Mingyu rested on your chest gasping for air. After Mingyu had wiped you clean with dampened paper towels and you both had your clothes back on did a smiling Wonwoo come out of his room with his headphones hanging around his neck.

“Did I miss something?” He looked confused around the kitchen.

“No, hyung, food’s ready to be served.” Mingyu flashed him an innocent puppy dog smile.

“Oh okay,” Wonwoo replied before sitting down still confused at the flushed look on both of your faces.

[kongchipachi95]

Hoshi x reader

POV: Hoshi gets jealous & punishes you for doing a Tiktok challenge with Dino & not him.

Warnings: penetration, dom Hoshi, female oral.

“It was just a dance, Soonyoung-a!” you whined. You were standing in front of your 5 foot 10 whiny baby boyfriend who was scolding you privately for dancing with his band member, Dino. He was practicing a reggaeton dance challenge he had seen on Tiktok but couldn’t quite get a step so you helped him figure out the movements. Something your boyfriend did not like you doing.

“But dancing is OUR thing!” He tried to argue.

“Dancing is a universal language that transcends language barriers, Soonie,” you tried to explain with a straight face before you made eye contact and the both of you busted out laughing.

He wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you close to him in an embrace resting his chin on the top of your head. You inhaled his shirt, your favorite thing to do when you were hugging or cuddling, that scent of shower gel, citrus and laundry detergent. His favorite gray shirt’s fabric was softened from us that it felt so smooth against your face. You could hear him sighing and sulking, signalling he wanted your attention. You pulled away and looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could muster to soften his pout. He looked down at your and stuck his lips out in a pout begging for a kiss. You stood on your tip toes and stuck your neck out but didn’t quite reach him. He squeezed your shoulders in protest.

“BABE! Why aren’t you kissing me?” he called out.

“Because you’re getting mad at me for no reason!” you protested.

“I just want you to dance only with me!” he pouted.

You tried to break away from his grasp but he held you tighter with his strong arms. As he held you closer you looked up and were almost chest to chest with each other, looking up at him. His mouth was closed but you could hear him breathing heavily through his nostrils. He was irritated but he couldn’t look cuter when he was angry. The way his lower lip stuck out further than his upper lip made his angry face that much more aggressively adorable.

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” he whispered through gritted teeth. You were alone in the dressing room after everyone had gone home. You were quite sure the staff even forgot anyone was in there. So when he took long strides to lock the door and turned on his heels, facing you head on you were confused as to what he had in store for your punishment.

He pointed to the sofa and gestured with his chin for you to sit down. You bit your lower lip and slowly walked backwards, not so much afraid to turn your back on him but wanting to turn him on with your facial expressions he loved so much. He always said the hottest thing about making love to you was the facial expression you would make with how good he made you feel. As soon as you sat down he walked over and knelt before you, pushing your legs apart and kneeling in between them.

His hands gripped your thighs as he stared up at you with those innocent eyes even though you know he had something not so innocent up his sleeve. You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair, tracing his jawline as he turned his head towards your hand. He licked in the inside of your wrist causing you to squirm but he tightened his grip on your thighs so you couldn’t move. He had a ravenous look in his eye, like a tiger had possessed his very being and he was going to devour you. He never broke eye contact as he leaned towards your navel and plants soft kisses on either side of your belly button. He maintained eye contact as he kissed his way down your skin to your lips and explored your dripping wet folds with his tongue. He would feel your body tense with pleasure then stop, licking his way up and down so painfully slow until your body ached for his touch. You scooted lower to the edge of the sofa so he could comfortably sit on the floor and have his way with you. He continued his game of edging you for another 15 minutes, until you were practically begging him not to stop. Each time you screamed out “Soonyoung, please, please don’t stop this time” he would moan “nuh-uh” in disagreement and slowly sit on his heels.

Except this last time as he felt your body tensing yet again, he demanded you move to the corner of the sofa. He hovered over you as he slipped his shirt over his head. His mouth was wet from your moisture and sweat was dripping down his chest. He looked more hungry than you had ever seen him, He slipped his pants down over his pink dick that bounced, hard and throbbing. He nudged your legs open with his knees and poked your entrance, throwing his head back as he was met with a gummy welcome. As he oh so slowly slid into you and bottomed out you couldn’t help but let a moan out amid your heaving chest. He buried his head in between your breasts and let a moan out. His thumb circled your clit as he slid his aching cock in and out, making sure to match the tempo to create even more pressure and build up. He started off slow, then started thrusting faster. But the time he had reached his optimal tempo you were already reaching climax as you couldn’t take it anymore. Your hands reached up and grasped his shoulders.

“Don’t you dare stop, Soonyoung,” you growled through gritted teeth.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t stop this time,” he smirked back looking down on you.

You both rose to climax at the same time, his shoulders flexing and his muscles tensing as he released every bit of aggression he was storing up inside. He moaned your name then collapsed on top of you, the two of you a sweat mess on the sofa.

“Is my punishment over?” you whined this time.

“Are you going to keep dancing with Dino?” he asked out of breath.

“If that’s what happens when I do I just might on purpose next time…” you teased. He squeezed your shoulders.

“I mean it! It made me sad, then I took it out on you cos I know no one else can make you feel the way I can,” he said nonchalantly.

“That’s true, baby,” you patted his shoulder. “You’re right about that.”

Just as you both had put your clothes back on the doorknob rattled. Soonyoung walked up to the door and unlocked it. It was Minghao. He looked at the both of you flushed and out of breath.

“I forgot my lip balm but I can come back later…” he averted his eyes shyly.

“No, go ahead. We’re done in here,” Soonyoung looked at you and winked before walking past an embarrassed Minghao. You shrugged your shoulders and walked passed him.

“I wouldn’t sit on the couch if I were you,” you whispered as you walked by him causing him to make a disgusted face before laughing it off.

[kongchipachi95]

DK One Shot

Pov: you are on a date with Dokyeom where your summer dress is driving him insane.

Warnings: public intercourse

He had been driving you crazy all day. Whether there was something about the warm summer air or the way your hips swayed in the summer dress you were wearing but he just could not keep his hands off of you. You had to keep reminding him that there were in fact other people at the interactive selfie museum you were walking through. That is until you walked far enough ahead of the other visitors and ended up in an installation that was in a secluded corner. It was a dark room with blacklights and sporadic glowing balls of light around the room. There was a blue tinted light casting shadows on Dokyeom’s face that added definition to his features. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and dark jeans, making him almost invisible in the blacklight room. He smiled in the mirror of the room and you both let out boisterous laughs. All you could see was a floating set of white teeth above his dark clothes. Your dress was a navy blue halter that almost hid your body as well.

You posed for pictures both together and apart, making sure to capture your best angles. You soon grew frustrated that even with the light from the balls of light on the floor the pictures weren’t very visible. You were starting to realize why this installation was in the back and out of the way of everyone. Dokyeom stood behind you, one arm wrapping around your waist holding you against his body. You could feel his bulge pushing against your lower back. You could feel his heart beating against his chest, as if you couldn’t get any closer to each other.

You looked at his normally cheerful face in the mirror, which had taken on a more serious and determined look. His hand traveled down and slipped under the hem of your trace, gently tracing it’s way up your leg. You took a sharp breath in, your chest heaving, turning him on even more. He could feel the wetness soaking through your thong, a low moan hummed in his throat. He knew you wanted him just as badly as he had been wanting you all day. You casted a sideways glance to the installation exhibit and it was so quiet in your own little corner that you could hear a pin drop. Your eyes met in the mirror and the corner of his lips turned upwards into a smirk, his eyes taking on a heaviness of desire. You were both thinking the same thing.

He slid your panties to the slide and felt around your slippery wet folds. His other arm wrapped around your shoulders, slowly and gently massaging your full breasts at first. He nudged your hair away from your neck and traced kisses from your shoulder to the back of your ear. Chills ran up and down your body as you ached for more. He nibbled your neck with his teeth and a moan escaped your lips.

“I need you, Dokyeom,” you whispered as you turned your head to face him. He kissed you passionately as he simultaneously circled your throbbing clit and massaging your breasts. You could feel the pressure building and his bulge growing the more you grind your ass against his pelvis. “Are you going to cum for me, princess?” he whispered in your ear before biting it softly.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” was all you could moan. You were getting so overstimulated, goosebumps ran all over your arms and legs, as he brought you to climax. Your knees wanted to give out but he held your body up as you clenched your legs together, trapping his hand between your thighs. His head was right next to yours, kissing your neck, wanting to hear your stifled moans.

“When we get home it’s my turn,” he teased as he licked your moisture off of his fingers and slapped your ass.

“What makes you think we’ll make it home?” you teased back, adjusting your dress and walking into the next exhibit like nothing ever happened.

[kongchipachi95]

Hello future readers! ArmyCarat here! I’ve been writing fanfic for myself for the last couple of years & I think it’s time that I share them with the world. I’ll be starting with my Seventeen fanfics since they’re shorter one shots then I’ll upload the BTS ones that I have written as they are longer. If you have any requests or suggestions please let me know!

Note: These will almost all be smut to some extent so minors DNI. 18+ only!