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[youngbloodlisk]

Personal Lives // Lee Sangyeon

- divorced father sangyeon

- fem reader, sangyeon's daughter's teacher

- mention of a cheating bf

- soft dom sangyeon (omg lisa doing something SOFT dom?)

- fingering

- vaginal penetration

- no contraceptive, just pull out (be smarter than a fanfiction, it's fiction for a reason, plz practice SAFE sex)

- sorry for the hiatus and how long it took for this to get finished

"Here, let me help you with that."

"Oh, th-" I turn to see the familiar man in a nice suit, bowtie perfect and white shirt crisp. Strange attire for the 4th grade holiday party. I try to look away from him as I feel my cheeks heat up. "...Thank you, Mr. Lee, but that's okay. You're here with your daughter, right?"

"It's no trouble. She's having a slumber party with a few of her friends, so I'm free of dad-duty for a night." He chuckles. "I'll take those for you." He picks up the stack of dirty paper plates I had been forming, as well as a few dirty paper cups off the table, carrying them to the huge trash bins across the room.

"Thank you!" I call out.

That marks the end of our interactions for a while, both of us just cleaning up on opposite sides of the classroom along with my assistant teacher. Once the room is back in order and the assistant teacher has already left, I'm putting some finishing touches on my desk when I feel a tap on my shoulder and hear that voice behind me again.

"I'm about to head home. Did you drive here?"

I turn to face him, my heart stopping for a moment at the sight of his undone bowtie hanging around his neck.

"No, uh- my car wouldn't start this morning. I took the bus, so I'll be taking the bus back."

"The bus? This late at night? By yourself?"

I nod lightly.

He sighs and shakes his head.

"Would you want a ride home?"

"Huh?"

"I've got a car and an empty passenger seat... and I don't want you to take the bus by yourself so late. There are some creeps out there."

"Um... Mr. Lee, I don't know if I should-"

"It's just a ride. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, I'll drop you off at the nearest bus stop. Besides, I'm saving you the cost of bus fare. What do you say?"

"Well... I'm still gonna be a few minutes."

"That's okay! I've got all the time in the world. I can wait."

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His left hand rests firmly on the steering wheel, his right hand sitting on the middle console.

We've been riding in silence for a few agonizingly awkward minutes, so I decide to try to spark conversation.

"I know I mentioned it when we came out to the car, but it's really nice. How long have you had it?"

"Three years or so. Well, technically we both had it for a year, but then I got it in the divorce a couple years ago. She got the flat screen television and the king size bed, I got the car."

"Oh- I'm sorry if I-"

"No, no, don't be sorry. It's alright. It's in the past. I'm at peace with it."

"It must be hard to raise a little girl alone."

"It can be, but honestly it's not much different from when I was married."

"Really?"

"She never was very hands on. She's a doctor, and she took her job very seriously. She just... didn't have the time for a family."

"Other women are doctors and still make time for their family."

"Yeah, that's true... She just... didn't."

"I'm sorry, I'm probably getting far too into your personal life. It's truly none of my business-"

"Hey, no apologizing. I'd rather talk about my failed marriage than have boring small talk about weather and stuff." He smiles warmly, taking his eyes off the road for just a moment to show me the reassurance in his eyes. "But, I think that gives me a pass to pry a bit. What about you? Past relationships? Boyfriends? Girlfriends? Dogs?"

I chuckle.

"No dogs, my apartment won't allow it. Then again, if that's the rule, they shouldn't have let my last boyfriend in the doors either."

Sangyeon can't hold back his deep laugh.

"Not a great guy?"

"That's an understatement. He was nice and all, a pretty decent boyfriend for a year and a half... until I found out he was cheating on me."

"Cheat on you?! Asshole..."

"No kidding. But, at least that explained why-... Nevermind."

"Explained what? You got me curious now."

"No, it might be a bit inappropriate to discuss with my student's parent."

"Hey, no judgement here. What happens in the car stays in the car. You clearly wanna get something off your mind." He states before honking the car horn and scoffing at someone who just cut him off. He mumbles a "watch what you're doing, asshole" under his breath.

"It's just that... there never was a proper spark or connection, you know... in bed."

He exhales dramatically.

"I definitely understand that. You're not alone."

"You and your wife?"

"Like two strangers who had no chemistry. That was part of why we split. Neither of us could stand it anymore."

"Yeah, eventually it started getting to the point that I was planning to talk to him about it but then... yeah. Then it all made sense. His connection was with the other girl, not me."

"I'm sorry, that's really shitty of him."

"Yeah, it's okay. At least I'm not dealing with it anymore."

"Have you found the connection since then?"

"Hm? Oh, um..."

"That may be too far, sorry. You don't have to-"

"No, no, it's okay! Um... no. I haven't. I've had a few hookups since then but everything's been lackluster at best... What about you?"

"Same here. Bringing home girls from bars every once in a while or getting a Tinder date, but nothing special at all. All of that happens only when my daughter is at a friend's house, of course."

"That's very considerate of you. I'm sure many people wouldn't bother to wait until their kid is out of the house before bringing home dates."

"She's already been through a lot at such a young age, with her parents splitting and only having me. I'd never wanna do something that I know would only make things worse for her."

Every word he says seems to make him more and more attractive. A loving, single father with the decency enough to be considerate to his daughter and her life and well-being...

Extremely attractive.

At that moment, we pull into my neighborhood (thanks to the directions his car's built-in GPS gave him) to see a bunch of flashing red and blue lights up ahead... in front of my neighbor's house. And blocking my door.

"Well, that doesn't look good. I wonder what happened..." I mumble.

"Looks like you aren't getting home anytime soon... hmm..." Sangyeon is clearly in thought, wondering what to do.

"Don't worry about it, you can drop me off. Maybe I can get them to let me by."

"No way, I'm not letting you out here alone." Sangyeon turns the car around and starts to drive out of the neighborhood. "We have no idea what the situation is. It could be dangerous for you. I don't know if you would be comfortable with it, but you could stay the night at my house."

"Oh- I- Um-"

"I would sleep on the downstairs couch, of course. You could take my room."

"I'm not sure if that would be..."

"I understand, I understand. But I'm not letting you go home tonight. Like I said, you don't know how dangerous this situation could be... How about I get you a hotel room? Drop you off, let you spend the night there, and then I'll pick you up in the morning?"

"No! No, no. I couldn't let you spend your money on me like that."

"Will you let me do anything for you? Please?"

"Mr. Lee, I don't know what I've done to earn your kindness."

"You should hear the way my daughter talks about you. You're an amazing teacher, you're making a real impact on her life. I couldn't ever be kind enough to repay you for that. So, where am I heading? Home or the Hilton?"

An hour and a half later, I'm not sure how I got where I am.

Well, I know how I got to his house. The car. But that isn't what I mean...

Maybe it's desperation, maybe it's attraction, maybe it's both. Either way, it's coming from both of us equally, and it's taking physical manifestation with Sangyeon hovering above me on his bed.

His lips mold against mine like gears in motion.

His hands caress my bare torso, until one hand travels down to the waistband of my pants. Sangyeon pushes under the fabric, tracing his fingers along my slit.

He groans against my lips upon feeling me get more and more wet for him.

The touch of his fingers causes me to squirm, resulting in him placing more of his weight onto my body to keep me still.

"You like that? You like my fingers?"

"Y-Yes-" I manage to get out as he slips one finger inside of me.

His lips work on my neck, and his hand works on thrusting his finger in and out until he eventually adds a second one. Pumping rhythmically and curling just enough.

"Sangyeon... Sangyeon, please, I..."

"What? Go ahead, baby."

"I need... I need you... Please."

I can feel his lustful energy grow.

"What's wrong, hm? My fingers aren't enough for you? Tell me what you want, I need to hear it from you."

"I need your-" Slight embarrassment stops me, but the moment he pulls his fingers out of me and places them in his mouth with no hesitation... suddenly I'm feeling more confident. "I need your cock in me, please, Sangyeon."

"Well... what the teacher says goes, right?" He teases with a smile, causing me to smile with him.

The large-framed man stands up next to the bed, unbuckling his belt. Just his presence is enough to make me feel like I'm practically shrinking.

He pushes his pants down, hooking his fingers under his underwear to take them along with the pants.

I felt a bit disrespectful staring at his cock so intensely once it was revealed, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. My mouth was watering, my whole body reacting to the mere thought of touching it. Much less having it in me.

Sangyeon got back on the bed, placing himself on his knees and bringing my legs to either side of his torso.

"Tell me how it feels, okay?" He softly caresses my thigh as he speaks, the action seeming involuntary. "If you want me to stop, just say it. Just say "stop". Got it?"

"Okay, got it."

He nods and runs his tip through to line up, and once he's found the perfect spot, he pushes in slowly.

My breath catches in my throat, causing my moans to break into pieces. He groans and exhales heavily, his eyes falling closed in bliss.

Sangyeon leans over once he feels he's reached maximum capacity inside me, hovering over me again.

"How do you feel?" He asks.

"Feels so good.... full..."

"Am I okay to move?"

I nod rapidly, hoping he would get with it.

"No, I need to hear you say it."

I respond verbally, slightly annoyed at the hold-up, but very appreciative of his concern to have my full verbal consent.

Sangyeon begins to rock his hips back and forth, back and forth. My hands reach up to hold onto his back.

He keeps a steady moderate pace, not very fast but not too slow. And very deep.

Our moans are only silenced when he attached his lips to mine again. There's a certain passion in his kiss, and his approach to sex, that's more... yeah, that's it, just more than anyone else I've ever been with.

Maybe it's the maturity, maybe it's the fact that he used to be married, maybe it's just natural for him...

Who knows.

I'm just glad I get the privilege of experiencing it.

After a bit, Sangyeon stops kissing me and looks in my eyes.

"Where do you want me to cum? Cause I'm getting close."

"Stomach, if that's okay with you?"

He nods, thankfully, cause our breathy strained conversation was a little pathetic to listen to.

"Sangyeon, I'm close."

He reaches one hand down to stimulate my clit as he keeps his steady pace to the best of his ability, knowing that I have to cum before he can. By the way his movement is changing, he's very close to his orgasm, and desperate for it.

The way the pads of his fingers rub delicately, and his thrusts hit in just the right way, I'm feeling the mildly familiar wave of pleasure come and go before I can hardly realize.

Once my body goes lax and I've ridden out the high, Sangyeon pulls out and only has to jerk himself a couple time before his own orgasm is dotting my stomach and chest.

Exhausted, he lays down next to me.

"One second to catch my breath, then I'm gonna get a towel for you, I promise."

"I understand, I don't have as much energy as I used to anymore."

"Exactly."

A couple minutes later, he's helping me clean up. I carefully consider if I should actually say what I wanna say next, but decide I have nothing much to lose.

"Sangyeon?"

"Hm?"

"What was that?"

"... What do you mean?" He sounds genuinely confused, understandably, at my vague question.

"I mean, what did that mean to you? Was it just sex? Was it something more? I don't mind what the answer is, I just need to know."

"That's kind of a heavy question-"

"I know. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be putting pressure on you-"

"Hey, you didn't let me finish. I was gonna say... that's a kind of a heavy question for most people. But I know my answer. I know I've admired you since the day I brought my daughter to her first day in your class. I know my admiration has only grown since then, as I've discovered your personality and your story. I know I love the way you make my daughter feel confident and free to be who she is. I also know that... this thing was primarily an endeavor of neediness and desperation. But that doesn't change how I feel. In fact, I felt it. I felt the spark. The connection we were talking about in the car. But, if we were to become something, I'd wanna take it much slower than having sex before the first date." He chuckles at his own wording.

"But, you do want us to be something?"

He finishes cleaning my stomach off in silence, before tossing the towel to the side and hovering over me, this time being much more wholesome than the last.

"I know we don't know everything about each other. A teacher and her student's parent, there isn't much opportunity to get to know each other fully. So, I won't say anything official yet. No pressure. Just, would you give me a shot?" He kisses me lightly on the lips before uttering my teacher title of Miss and my last name.

I can't help but giggle.

"I'd love to give you a shot, Mr. Lee."

[youngbloodlisk]

[vlive - kevin and jacob with gn reader + public blowjob and handjob]

really short and shitty but i needed this idea out of my brain immediately. i may make a better version sometime, but this is what i offer for now.

I enter the room to retrieve my phone, unaware that Jacob and Kevin are in the middle of a VLIVE. Luckily, the camera is facing away from the door.

The boys look up at me and I mouth "I'm sorry", but they both give me certain looks to assure me it's no big deal.

"Who came in?" Kevin reads off a comment. "A member of our staff."

Which is true, Kevin just happens to not mention that this staff member is also his s/o.

I locate my phone and open the door to leave, before I remember Kevin telling me about a wild dream he had a few nights ago.

He said that, in his dream, he was on VLIVE and I crawled under the table and started giving him a blowjob while he was live.

I laugh silently to myself, turning the handle. I'll try it with him, but when he's alone.

Unless... no... well.... Jacob and Kevin aren't exactly secretive with each other about their sex lives.

Jacob tells Kevin full detail about hook ups he has here and there, and Jacob knows more than I'm sure he ever imagined about what Kevin and I get up to.

I open the door, and close it back. The fans think I've left, but I give Kevin a smirk.

He tries to be discreet and avoids looking at me, but I can see the confusion and panic behind his eyes.

I walk to the desk and drop to my hands and knees, crawling under the table right in front of my boyfriend.

I can practically hear his heartbeat quicken as he surely knows what my plan is now. He shifts in his seat.

I can't help but smile, wasting no time, starting to palm him through his jeans.

Kevin swallows hard but tries to pretend nothing's happening, and Jacob (who has definitely worked out what's about to go down) somehow holds the best poker face I've ever seen.

Carefully, as quietly as possible, I unbutton and unzip Kevin's jeans. I take my time when pulling his boxers down, just enough to allow access to his now hardened dick, causing him further torture.

Kevin and Jacob continue talking and reading comments, acting as casual as possible, and I lick a stripe up Kevin's cock. His voice catches in his throat and he clears it before continuing what he was saying.

I take him fully into my mouth and move slowly and quietly up and down, hollowing my cheeks as well as making good use of my tongue.

Kevin bites his lip hard, playing it off as concentrating on whatever Jacob is talking about.

I notice Jacob's hands hovering over his own crotch, seeing his sweatpants grow tighter in the area as he watches me suck Kevin off out of the corner of his eye.

My hands rest on Kevin's knees for support, but I feel Jacob grab the hand nearest to him and bring it over to his pants.

I pull off of Kevin, pumping him with my other hand, so I can focus on getting Jacob's dick out. My mouth envelops Kevin again just as fast as it left and I start pumping Jacob to the same rhythm.

I'll give the boys this: they both last much longer than I thought they would.

They keep their cool for the most part, only sighing or whining a couple times. Barely enough for any fans to notice a pattern, much less figure out what's happening.

Suddenly, Jacob begins coughing as a cover and his hips buck up. White liquid spills onto my hand and his (unfortunately black) sweatpants.

I rest that hand on his knee and go as far down on Kevin as possible, causing him to start twitching in my mouth.

Kevin begins coughing just like Jacob did, and Jacob makes an offhand joke comment about Kevin "catching Jacob's cough".

Kevin shoots his cum into my mouth. He brings one of his hands down and softly strokes my hair, tugging for a moment before returning to a sweet touch.

He pretends to look down at his phone so he can watch me swallow his cum in a gulp and show him my empty mouth. He keeps his composure through it all, but he can't help but choke a bit when he watches me bring my other hand to my mouth and lick his best friend's cum off of it.

He holds eye contact with me as much as he can until my hand is cleaned.

I lick the excess cum off of Jacob's tip, which he isn't expecting, causing him to moan. That's the first time I think that some poor deobis might actually suspect something. I then help the boys by pulling both of their pants back up, zipping and buttoning Kevin's.

Kevin sees me back out from under the desk and head towards the door. He looks down at his phone, which did not actually vibrate in the slightest.

"Sorry, guys, I gotta go. Manager wants to talk to me. I'll talk to you all later, bye deobi!" He stands up and waves at the camera with his usual smile.

Jacob casually reads off a few "goodbye kevin" comments as Kevin leaves the frame and chases me out of the room with a glare that reads nothing but...

"You're gonna pay for that, sweetheart."

[youngbloodlisk]

[yang jeongin + ab riding]

warnings:

ab riding

dom jeongin

light embarrassment/humiliation

"babydoll", "baby", "angel"

a little tiny taste of fluff at the end

His groan and the pressure of his hands on my hips causes me to jerk, clenching my thighs and my hands landing on his chest.

"Keep going, babydoll. You're doing so well." He encourages me.

My hips rock and swivel around for maximum stimulation on his lightly pronounced abs.

"You should have told me earlier that you wanted to try this."

"I didn't... didn't know how you'd r-react." My voice is breathy and slightly strained.

"I mean, I knew abs were a sexy thing, right? But so far as you wanting to get yourself off on mine..."

I whine at the mix of stimulation from the friction and his words making my cheeks heat up with slight embarrassment.

He continues lightly guiding me with one hand, but takes my chin in his other hand to make me look down at him and straight in the eye. His lustful glare causes a ghostly shudder to run down my back.

"Look how wet my torso is. Such a pretty mess you're making, baby. Do you think you can cum on my abs? Is this okay, do you wanna do that?"

While the first question is more of a command, the question immediately following it is genuine. He's genuinely making sure I'm still okay with this and that I'm okay with what he wants me to do.

I nod to the best of my ability, his hand keeping a fairly strong grip on my chin to make sure I keep eye contact with him.

I can feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter.

He releases my chin and returns that hand to my hip, now pressing me down into him.

I lean forward and let out a choppy moan.

"Jeongin... I'm... I-"

"Cum for me, angel."

My toes curl, my body tenses, and my eyes shut tight as my orgasm hits. Jeongin carefully rocks my hips back and forth to help me ride out the orgasm before I move and lay down next to him, absolutely exhausted.

He wraps an arm around me as I snuggle up into his side.

I open my eyes just in time to see him look down at his practically soaking wet torso and snicker at the sight.

"I'm... I'm sorry, babe-"

"Don't be sorry, it was super hot."

"But I should get up and clean-"

"No, no, no! No way. You're tired, you should rest. Sleep. Clean up can wait." He brushes my hair behind my ear and gives me a loving smile. "Tell me if you need anything, okay? Do you want water? A snack?"

"You're sweet, but no. I just wanna rest right here next to you."

As I'm drifting off, so close to a taste of sweet sleep, I feel Jeongin pull a blanket up and over my body as he whispers, "How... did I get so lucky?"

[youngbloodlisk]

[sunwoo cheating angst au]

warnings: fem reader, pregnancy, cheating

part 2

"You've been what?"

He holds my hands in his.

"I've been cheating on you. Baby, I'm so sorry."

I try to pull my hands away, but his grip tightens, as though he's terrified to let go of me.

"No, no, no. I can't comprehend that my boyfriend is saying this to me right now. It's a dream, I wanna wake up-"

"I wish it was a dream, baby, but it's not."

"Do you?" As I think about what Sunwoo had just said, things start to click into place. Things start to make sense and suddenly have a reason. "Did you wish it was a dream when you were fucking someone after work and coming home late? Did you wish it was a dream when you missed Haknyeon's birthday party and refused to tell any of us why? Did you wish it was a dream when you always came home smelling like perfume and I trusted you so much that I never said anything... cause Sunwoo would never do that to me, would he?"

"I know. I know, baby, and I'm so sorry."

"Stop calling me baby!" I use all my strength and rip my hands away from him. "I'm not your baby anymore, Sunwoo. You ended that the moment you got in bed with somebody else."

"I'm so sorry... I wanna make this up to you... I wanna beg you to stay with me, but..."

"But what?"

"But I can't."

"Why not? You don't even want to keep me? You don't even wanna try?"

"I do! I do, I really do. But the thing is... she's... she-"

"Fucks sake, Sunwoo, just spit it out!"

"She's pregnant! Okay? She's pregnant. I got her pregnant." His eyes well up with tears. "I got her pregnant, she wants to keep the baby, and she wants me to support her. She wants me to be a good father to this kid, and I don't wanna let my kid down."

My face rests in my hands. I shake my head, mumbling 'no's barely loud enough for him to be able to hear.

"It's a difficult situation, I know that, but-"

"Yeah, Sunwoo. Yeah it is. It's a really difficult situation. You have... You have no idea just how much."

We sit in silence for almost two minutes before I break the silence, voice small and shaking.

"Sunwoo, do you know what today is?"

"It's a Tuesday-"

"No, you asshole, do you know what special thing happened on this day three years ago?"

"Three years a- oh..."

"You asked me to be your girlfriend three years ago today. It's our three year anniversary and not only did you not remember, you tell me this."

"I... I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry."

"Stop telling me you're sorry. I don't care. Just tell me one thing before I leave to start packing. Who is she?"

The moment the name leaves his lips, I can't believe it. This situation couldn't have possibly gotten worse, and then it did.

Sunwoo is cheating on me with Changmin's girlfriend.

I don't say a single word in response, simply standing up and going to our shared room. I close the door behind me.

I should be crying, but I'm just too... numb.

After texting Changmin to ask how he's doing, staying as vague as possible with my initial message in case his girlfriend hasn't told him yet, I pack up everything I can. Sunwoo comes in and leaves a few times, but neither of us say anything beyond an 'excuse me' here and there when we get in each others' way.

I stand at the door with a suitcase and a couple bags on my shoulders. I so badly want to find him. Kiss him. Hug him. Say goodbye. Beg him to tell me that it was all a sick prank.

But I leave and lock the door behind me, knowing he has a new life that's more important to him than I am.

As I begin driving, I realize I have no idea where to go. I just left my home.

I park my car on the side of an empty off-road and pull out my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Eric. Do you have a couch available in your apartment? I need somewhere to go."

"Yeah, sure. Anytime for you. What's up? You sound upset."

"Um... it's a long story... I guess maybe not that long but... Sunwoo was cheating on me."

"Sunwoo was what?!"

"He got her pregnant. He's gonna support his family."

"What about that news you were gonna give him today?"

"I didn't tell him. After all he said, it just... didn't seem important. He's already got her. It's only been a few weeks, I'll let him believe he wasn't the only scumbag in our relationship. Let him believe it's someone else's."

"It doesn't matter what he said or what he did, it's really important. You need to tell him that you're pregnant and that it's his."

[youngbloodlisk]

[anytime - ten + exhibitionist blowjob]

@kxnkxmoon

"Hurry, you guys are missing the movie!" Hendery calls to us from the lounge room.

Ten gives a response, consistent of passive "yeah"s and pushes my head a bit further down his cock.

As he leans against the kitchen counter, I'm on my knees in front of him.

For some reason, he decided that my new sweats were hot. Hot enough to drag me with him into the kitchen during movie night to "get more popcorn".

He knows it's almost guaranteed that I'm willing to suck him off anytime, any day.

Past places and times have included: Sicheng's room, our room at 3 in the morning, and one of the offices of a higher-up at SM Entertainment...

Ten gets horny at really inconvenient moments sometimes, but my oral fixation is never in the mood to leave him hanging.

Ten watches me intently, locking eyes with me on and off as I hollow my cheeks around him.

"Aren't you so dirty?" He sighs.

I pull off of him with a pop, pumping him with my hand.

"Says the man who begged to get a blowjob with his friends in the next room, with not even a door to separate."

"You say that like I'm crazy, and yet..." He grabs a handful of my hair and holds my wrist to stop my hand, making sure his words have my full attention. "You agreed with no hesitation. You're definitely the dirty one. My dirty slut... Now, are you gonna make me cum down your throat or on your beautiful face? We've got a movie to get back to."

[youngbloodlisk]

[intimate - optional male bias + make out and grinding]

- suggestive obviously

- rlly short bc it is simply self-indulgent and brain go static

His left hand rests on my hip, only right above my ass. His right hand softly rubs the back of my neck.

My legs on either side of him with my hands tangled in his hair, I feel right at home.

Safe in his hold.

His lips taste like candy and feels as soft as a velvety blanket.

Our lips and bodies seem to fit together like puzzle pieces... if puzzles only had two pieces. To be fair, that would make the puzzle a lot simpler and that's how it feels to be with him.

Simple. Easy. Laid-back.

He makes me feel comfortable. Comfortable enough that when it strikes me to try rolling my hips against him, I do it without hesitation.

He moans lightly into my lips and moves his left hand lower, giving my ass a soft squeeze and pressing to make me rub against him again. I can feel him push his hips up to match the rhythm of mine, his growing hardness evident.

His lips travel to my neck, where he lingers for a bit. He leaves light teeth marks and red spots before meeting my lips again, hungry and just about as desperate as I am.

We could sit here like this together for only a couple hours max realistically, but I know I'd be happy to stay here with him forever.

[youngbloodlisk]

Extra Practice // Eric Sohn

"You wanna watch, baby?"

word count: 1499

- sorry if the format is screwed, i'm posting from mobile

- dom eric sohn smut

- choking

- rough

- unprotected sex WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT PLZ

- best friend sunwoo :D

- poor sangyeon and sunwoo though lol

- inspired entirely by this photo thank you eric

I enter the room as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb the rehearsal.

I assumed the mirrors were going to make that more difficult, but the boys are so wrapped up in practicing that they don't seem to notice me at all.

I smile and lean against the wall. My eye fixate on the member in the center as the powerful, yet sensual choreography comes to an end: Eric.

His dance practice clothes may not be the sexiest things he's ever worn, but to me in this moment, he's the sexiest thing I've ever had the pleasure of seeing. Dark grey pants, light grey shirt, white shoes, and all.

I've always found Eric quite attractive.

He has a certain charm about him that gives even his sweetest smile the ability to ruin my underwear within seconds.

I'm forced to resist rubbing my thighs together as the boys' attention falls from their dancing and onto one of three things: laying on the floor in exhaustion, taking some of the biggest gulps of water you've ever seen, or suddenly noticing me in the room.

"Hey!" Sunwoo smiles and jogs to me with slightly shaky legs and sweat dripping off him in every way possible.

"Sunwoo, Sunwoo, Sunwoo! Slow down, chill..." I grab him a cold water bottle and a small towel from the table a few feet away.

"Thank you." His beautiful smile lights up his whole face. "How long have you been watching?"

"I only caught the last 30 seconds or so. It looks incredible, though. I'm sure deobi will love it."

Sunwoo and I continue to make small talk. However, as he's telling me in detail about the lunch they had earlier, my eyes wander away from Sunwoo and onto Eric. He's standing directly behind Sunwoo, only a few feet away. He just got up from laying on the floor, and is now taking a swig from his water bottle. In his rush for hydration, some of the water drips out of his mouth and falls around his chin, eventually dripping onto his shirt. He grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and brings it up to wipe his face off, exposing his toned torso.

Somehow, my mouth goes desert dry and ocean wet at the same time.

"Hello?" Sunwoo waves his hand in front of my spaced out face, causing me to come back to reality and realize that Eric is staring me dead in the eyes.

He saw me watching him.

"Hello?" Sunwoo says again. "Are you okay?"

"Hm? What? Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, Sunny, I got distracted."

"By what-"

"Nothing, nothing, it's not important. What were you saying?"

The boys hang around for a bit longer, talking and beginning to pack up any of their stuff. They're about to leave, and so am I, when Eric subtly pulls me back.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna hang here and work on the bridge a little more. I'll see you at home." They mutter approvals and say bye, and Sangyeon notices me not moving.

"You staying too?"

"Uh-" Eric looks at me and cocks an eyebrow, his eyes quickly looking me up and down. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna stay. You know how I love watching rehearsal." I laugh a bit and smile to act as casual as possible.

"Alright. Eric, make sure she gets home safe."

"Absolutely."

Sangyeon leaves with one last nod to his youngest member.

Almost the exact moment the door closes, Eric pulls me by the arm and pushes me against the nearest wall.

"Eric-"

"I saw you looking at me while I was dancing. I saw the way you watched me when I got a drink of water and wiped my face off. Your eyes were practically taking my clothes off right there. Weren't they? You really want me to fuck you in the middle of this practice room, don't you?"

"Eric..." My face flushes red, and I turn my head to avoid his piercing gaze.

"Answer me, baby." He grabs my face and turns me to look him in the eyes.

"Yes."

"Yes to what?"

"Yes, I-..." I find it hard to respond as my body fills with both arousal and embarrassment.

"Come here." He takes my hands and brings me to stand a few feet away from the large wall of mirrors.

Eric makes me stand to face the mirror and moves behind me. His hands go under my shirt and he softly rubs the skin at my waist.

"You're so beautiful, baby... You don't know how many things I've imagined doing with you... or maybe you have an idea. You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" His hands wander up and his thumbs barely brush against my nipples, causing my body to tense and then relax into his touch. He quickly moves one of his hands to reach under my waistband. "Oh, how are you already so wet... Can you ride me, baby?"

I hum out an "mhm", aching and desperate to feel him inside me.

He sits on the floor and pulls me with him.

Eric works fast, pulling my pants off of me and pushing his down to expose his cock.

"You wanna watch, baby? You wanna watch as you fuck yourself on my cock?"

"Please..." I whine.

"Too bad." My heart sinks. "Face the door. You can make sure Sangyeon doesn't come back for the sweatshirt he left on the table." My eyes dart to the table, and sure enough... there sits Sang's favorite sweatshirt. He's sure to come back to get it. "I'm gonna be the one watching us."

Eric grabs my leg and pulls me to straddle him.

He leans back on one hand and uses the other to align himself.

"Go, baby." I lower myself onto him, holding back my reaction. He groans at the feeling of his cock stretching me out.

He stares past me and into the mirror as I slowly bounce on him, digging my nails into his skin.

I see in the corner of my eye Eric reach down to his pocket, pulling out his phone.

I keep my eyes on the door in fear of Sangyeon opening it, but I hear the click of an iPhone camera.

Did he just take a photo?

That's hot.

He throws his head back and carefully drops his phone onto the floor.

The arm holding his body up buckles for a second and he makes his other arm replace it, wrapping the previous propping hand around my neck and lightly squeezing.

I clench around him. Choking was a very good call on his part.

Within a few minutes, Eric's eyes roll back and he lets out a loud groan, shooting his cum into me.

I start to move off of him, but he fully sits up (no longer needing his hand to prop himself up) and grabs my waist, slamming me back down onto him.

"Did you think I was gonna let you go without you cumming around me?" He's in full control of my body as he moves me up and down at his desired pace.

My breathing gets erratic and soft whimpers and moans are leaving my mouth without warning.

"Eric... Eric, it feels so good... Eric, please, I'm about to-" I can't even finish my sentence before the knot in my stomach unravels and we both let out unholy moans of pleasure.

My tired body collapses onto him and he holds me close, allowing us to both catch our breath.

I suddenly realize that somewhere in the middle of all that... I stopped looking at the door.

I look up and my eyes go wide as golf balls.

"Eric. Eric!" He hums and moves to look at my face, following my gaze to the door.

Sangyeon and Sunwoo are staring at us with surprised, slightly turned on expressions.

And who knows how much they saw...

"Oh, I'm in trouble..." Eric mumbles.

The cripplingly awkward feeling in the room makes it feel almost impossible to put my pants back on with any sort of dignity, but soon Eric pulls me up off the floor, now fully clothed.

"Eric Sohn, we'll talk when we get to the dorm." Sangyeon grabs his sweatshirt and tries to give me as respectful of a smile as possible after what he just witnessed.

Sunwoo is still standing frozen.

"Sunwoo?" Sangyeon snaps in front of his face, but gets no reaction. Sangyeon rolls his eyes and grabs Sunny's hand, dragging him along as he leaves.

"Sorry, Eric..." I look down at the floor.

"Why? I'm not. Next time, I'll let you watch."

"Aren't you in trouble?"

"They'll get over it. And did you see how hard those two were? They can't be too mad at me."

I blush, realizing that he was right and they were both hard when I looked up at them.

"Come on." Eric grabs his stuff and starts to leave. Suddenly, something he said registers in my mind.

"Wait... Eric did you say next time?!"

[youngbloodlisk]

Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

[youngbloodlisk]

[sunwoo cheating angst au part 2]

part 1

- mentions of pregnancy

- mentions of cheating

- sunwoo is an actual asshole in this (totally different from how he seems to be irl lmao)

- protective bf eric

- excuse typos im sorry

- set almost 5 years after part 1 !!

"You didn't say they would be coming." I whisper.

"I'm sorry, I thought you'd assume they'd be here. Sunwoo fucked up badly, but he's still in The Boyz. It was open invitation to the group and managers, you said that was okay."

"I know, and it is okay. Really. I just wasn't... thinking about it, I guess."

"It's a big party. There's a lot of people. You may not even have to see him much, or talk to him at all."

"Yeah. I don't know, Eric..." I glance over to the couple and 4 year old child. "I can't. I can't do this. I'm sorry. Can you keep an eye on Bella? She's over there by the couch coloring." I point him towards the child and he nods.

"Sure, yeah." He rubs my back lightly. "You go upstairs and rest, have some alone time. I'll fill you in later on anything. If anyone asks, I'll just say you aren't feeling well."

"Thank you." A small smile reaches my face, looking at the man who picked me up when I had been pushed down and took care of me and Bella.

"I love you, honey." He kisses my forehead.

"I love you, too."

I try to sneak to the staircase as fast as I can, but people keep stopping me to say hello.

It's Eric's birthday party, my living room full of people who know me, most of whom have even known me since I was with Sunwoo.

Small talk, catching up, the like. All of which I am not in the mood for, as Sunwoo makes his way closer and closer to me.

The moment my hand touches the banister of the stairs, I hear it.

"Hey. It's been a while."

I gulp as I turn around, facing Sunwoo.

"Yeah, it has... How-uh... How have you been?"

"We've been okay. Juno's a good kid, sometimes I think he makes parenting too easy on us."

"That's nice..."

"And you? How have you been? You and Eric got together?"

"Yeah, after I left that day I went to his apartment. I stayed with him for a while and things just fell into place."

"I've noticed your kid on social media." His attempt to be casual and civil turns hostile quickly upon mentioning Bella. "Same age as Juno? So, what happened? You left me and fucked Eric the same day or something? Actually, just tell me the kid's birthday, let me do the math. Were you fucking my best friend while we were together?"

I almost laugh at his sudden burst.

"You don't have a right to talk about cheating, Sunwoo."

"At least I fessed up."

"After you got her pregnant." My voice raises slightly.

"You were apparently pregnant and still didn't think it was important to tell me."

"How was I supposed to tell you about Bella when you had just dropped that on me? You think that would have been easy?"

"Why hadn't you told me sooner? Didn't wanna be the cheater in the relationship? Well look at you now, huh?"

Another voice enters the conversation.

"Sunwoo, don't you dare talk to my girlfriend like that. Especially not after what you did to her. Don't make me ask you to leave."

"I'm just pointing out that we were apparently on the same page the whole time. We just didn't tell each other. How do you feel knowing your girlfriend is a cheater?"

"You would know how that feels. Didn't your wife cheat on Changmin with you? I'd imagine it wouldn't be much better than knowing another man is taking care of your child and surely doing better at it than you ever could-"

Eric looks as though he immediately regrets saying that last sentence. He turns to me with apologetic eyes, as I never wanted Sunwoo to know...

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I hold back tears and look Sunwoo straight in the eyes. He had to find out eventually, right?

"Bella's biologically your daughter, Sunwoo."

Sunwoo's entire demeanor changes in a snap. Just as fast as he got hostile, he softens.

"She's... she's... mine?"

"Sunwoo-" He gets too heated again before I can get him to calm down.

"How could you have not told me about this?! That's my kid, that's my DNA. You didn't think that was important information?"

"Sunwoo, you have to understand-"

"I wanna meet her, I want her to know who her real father is. That's my kid."

Eric steps in again.

"Biologically, yeah. Bella's your DNA. But I have been her father for almost 5 years, not you. I've been the one taking care of these two, the best girls I've ever had in my life. Not you. Give it up, Sunwoo. You chose what you wanted. You made your bed, you lie in it. Now, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"Leave?" Sunwoo repeats the word as if it's the most preposterous thing he's ever heard.

"Yes, leave. You're causing a scene at my party in my home. I do not want you here. Get out."

"This is... ridiculous, Eric. How would you feel if you were in my shoes?"

"I wouldn't be in your shoes. I'm not a fan of cheating. Your wife and your kid can stay, they've caused no problems, but you? Get the fuck out of my house."

Sunwoo opens his mouth to speak, but closes it and simply pokes his cheek with his tongue in anger.

He turns and looks at Bella, happily coloring in her Pokémon coloring book. She notices Juno watching her and asks him if he wants to color with her. He nods and grabs a green crayon, scribbling away at another page.

I look at Eric and we share a satisfied smile, both clearing thinking "that's my sweet girl".

"This isn't over." Sunwoo interrupts the moment. "That's my kid. Not Eric's. I'm not finished with you three."

"Should I call the police to make you leave, Sunwoo? Go tell your wife that you'll see her at home. I'll drive your family back to your place after the party. Then get the hell out, like I've told you multiple times now. You are no longer welcome in my house. Ever again, in fact."

Sunwoo scoffs and mumbles something under his breath, but he complies.

I can see the confusion in his wife's face as he informs her of the situation.

He sends me a quick wink before he shuts the front door behind him, sending a sick feeling to my stomach and a chill down my spine.

"Eric, what if he-"

"Don't worry. I'll take care of everything. Let's enjoy the party for now, don't worry about it. I have a plan."

[youngbloodlisk]

i just had this thought idk why lol

the boyz reactions to you laughing (like hysterically laughing) after they use a rlly bad dirty pick up line on you

+ what pick up line they use

and im allowed to do this bc all my requests got deleted by tumblr which i am definitely not super pissed about ha ha ha ha fight me tumblr

in my opinion...

laughing with you, probably bending over and holding their stomach, crying

changmin [if you’re feeling down, i can feel you up.]

kevin [hey, can you uncross your legs? you're blocking my dinner.]

hyunjae [let me guess your favorite position: anything that involves my balls bouncing against your ass.]

younghoon [my magic watch says you’re not wearing any underwear. oh you are? it must be 15 minutes fast.]

eric [do you like to draw? because i put the d in raw.]

sangyeon [i don’t think i want babies, but i wouldn’t mind refining my baby making technique with you.]

planned to laugh at your reaction, but kinda offended/insecure at the fact that you're laughing so hard, probably says something like "okay im not THAT funny and you do think im sexually attractive, right?"

haknyeon [do you have telekinesis? because you’ve made a part of me move without even touching it.]

jacob [roses are red. violets are fine. you be the 6. i’ll be the 9.]

chanhee [i’m not into watching sunsets, but i’d love to see you go down.]

sunwoo [what’s the difference between a ferrari and an erection? i don’t have a ferrari.]

juyeon [if i was the judge, i’d sentence you to my bed.]

[youngbloodlisk]

Favorite Student // Kim Sunwoo

"Do you find me sexually attractive?"

- did i rlly need to write another sunwoo smut?

- probably not

- professor sunwoo smut

- unprotected sex (plz don't be like my characters and be safe)

- not my best work lol but oh well

- for my lady ;)

I tug lightly on my sleeve, pulling it over half of my hand, as the room is suddenly at least two degrees colder.

I'm glad I was thinking ahead this morning. This classroom is always chilly.

Which it shouldn't be, given who the professor is.

Mr. Kim is a classic "every girl on campus wants to get in his pants" type of hot teacher.

He's attractive, that's objectively true, but I've never understood all the hype and how girls are always so horny for him. He just teaches English, it's not like he's talking dirty all day and wearing a stripper outfit. His usual attire is dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a suit vest. Standard shit.

His glasses adorn his face, and that part of the hype I can understand. Sometimes he takes the glasses off and bites the end when he's thinking, and I can't lie: it's pretty hot.

He dismisses class for the day, and I pack up my things in my bag. As I'm passing his desk, making my way towards the door, someone runs past me. They bump into me pretty hard and it causes me to lose my balance and fall over.

My bag opens in the process and all of my books, pens, notes, and personal items fall out onto the floor.

"You're fucking kidding..." I mutter under my breathe. I sigh and start to pick up pens.

Mr. Kim rushes out from behind his desk and starts helping me gather my things, picking up textbooks one by one.

"Are you alright? You took that fall pretty hard." His unique, soft, yet rough voice asks when everything is back in my bag. Honestly, it's a bit strange to hear anything non-lesson related some from his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. No harm done." Besides some embarrassment.

"Good. Wouldn't want my favorite student out of commission, would we?"

My heart stops for a moment and my eyes widen.

"Favorite student?"

"You're the best in the class."

"That's not true, tons of-" He cuts me off by shaking his head.

"Not what I mean. You may not be top of the class in grades, but you're the only one working hard genuinely. The rest of them just wanna impress me. I don't like people who wanna impress me. You're not like them."

"Oh..." That makes a lot more sense. "Well, thank you, Mr. Kim."

"Do you have a moment before your next class?"

"Um... yeah, I do. My next class isn't for another hour."

"Have a seat." He pulls a nearby chair up to his desk, right next to his. "I'd like to talk to you about your last assignment."

I sigh a bit, knowing I wasn't very confident in my work that assignment already.

I can't leave, I just told him I was free. Guess I'm getting my homework corrected...

I occupy the chair next to him and immediately notice his scent.

Some strange mix of wood, flowers, and fresh baked apple pie. It's beautiful. It's addictive.

"Overall you did pretty well analyzing and interpreting the story. There's just one section I wanna go over with you." I nod and he proceeds. "Right here. This section." He circles the small paragraph with his pen. "What all of this is really saying is that this woman is surprised by the man's real self, as she only knew him through a professional lens. Once she sees him on a more personal level, she's greatly attracted to him. Enough to kiss him, even though she still barely knows him and thought nothing of him only a single paragraph ago. When she sees him on a closer level, she still hasn't seen his personality or his deep thoughts or anything. She's just seeing him as... human. And she finds this human very sexually attractive. Do you understand?"

I nod, the assignment only half on my mind now.

I'm beginning to notice his hands, his lips...

He's a beautifully constructed man.

"I think I'm living it." I mutter, without thinking.

His eyes leave the paper in front of him and he looks at me with an interested gaze.

"Sorry, what was that?" My head snaps out of the trance I was in and returns to reality, realizing what I said.

"Nothing, Mr. Kim." I laugh nervously.

He takes his glasses off and twirls them in his fingers. His long, beautiful fingers...

"No, you said something. Something you probably shouldn't have said. Isn't that right?"

"I..."

He stares at my lips. The look in his eyes isn't unfamiliar in general, but it's very unfamiliar coming from him.

"Do you find me sexually attractive?"

I almost choke at the blunt nature of his question.

"Uh-"

He doesn't give me a chance to even respond.

"You never used to, did you? But now... that's different..." He's slowly leaning closer to me, his eyes still locked on my lips.

"Mr. Kim..."

"Sunwoo."

"What?" Instead of responding, he boldly presses his pink lips against mine. Once the immediate shock wears off, I can't help but kiss him back.

Remember how I said his scent is addictive? His lips, his taste... they make his scent seem like child's play.

The kiss heats up fast, and honestly I'm not totally sure which one of us escalates it by adding our tongues to the mix. It just happens.

Mr. Kim- Sunwoo places his hands on my waist and pulls me closer. I soon find myself straddling his waist, tangling my hands in his soft hair.

I don't know what makes me decide to move and kiss his jaw and his neck, but he definitely doesn't complain. In fact, he uses the opportunity to begin moving things on his desk.

He groans when I roll my hips, giving pressure and friction to his growing boner.

"You're a bold girl, are you? So dirty..." His hands hook under my thighs and he lifts me up, turning a corner so my landing place is the right side edge of his desk.

He reattaches his lips to mine and I hear him begin to unbuckle his belt before he stops and pulls away.

"Do you wanna stop? We don't have to go any further."

"No, I wanna keep going. I want you."

He smirks and kisses me again, continuing to unbuckle his belt.

I begin to work on my own button and zipper as I lay back on the desk, propping myself up with my elbows.

He wastes no time taking himself out of his underwear, and I feel a rush of wetness at the sight.

Sunwoo takes the waistbands of my jeans and my underwear in his fingers and pulls them down just enough to have full access to me, about to my knees.

"Second guessing?" He checks before doing anything else.

"Not at all." I shake my head, before letting out a whine when his fingers lightly run down my slit.

"You're so... beautiful." He almost whispers, in a breathy, soft tone.

He rubs his tip around my entrance before slowly, and carefully pushing into me.

My breath hitches and my eyes squeeze shut in reaction to his size stretching me out.

He can't hold back his own moans, my tightness enveloping him.

He bottoms out and stays still for a moment before moving.

His thrusts aren't rapid, but they're hard and deep.

Pleasure fills my body, my back arching slightly and my stomach tightening. Sunwoo is watching me intently, eyes full of lust.

His hands rest on my waist, holding me with a soft grip. A stark contrast to his rough thrusts.

"Can't you- g-get in trouble for this?" I choke out as clearly as I can.

"I don't care..." He speeds up his pace. I bring one of my hands up to my mouth to smother the cry threatening to come out. "I'm... I'm getting close... where should I-"

"I'm on the pill, just keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"Cum in me, Sunwoo, p-please-" I stutter through my response. "Make me remember this f-for the rest of the... the day."

"Oh, I'll make sure you remember this for far longer than that..."

"I'm getting close, Sunwoo-"

"Cum for me, angel." That was all I needed for the knot in my stomach to snap and unravel. Only a moment later, I feel something warm spill into me and Sunwoo groans.

He pulls out and neither of us speak or move for a minute, both of us trying to catch our breath.

Carefully, he puts himself away, having nothing around to clean off with.

"Guess I'll have to wait until I get home." He shyly chuckles.

"Me too." I remark, using any last bit of energy to slowly pull my own pants back up my legs.

"So... do you think you understand that paragraph?"

I cover my face with my hands.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I definitely get where that woman was coming from. Talking with someone personally can change a lot."

"Good." He glances at his watch. "You should get going, you don't wanna be late for your next class. You've only got ten minutes."

"You're right, I should..." I pick my bag up from the floor next to the desk. The desk that I will never look at the same way again. "Um.... thanks for the... help." I stumble over my words awkwardly, as I walk backwards towards the door.

"Maybe I can help you again sometime." He throws me a wink before focusing his attention on actual work.

I feel my stomach fill with butterflies at the thought, and I'm just hoping no one asks why my face is so red.

Or why I look a bit disheveled.

[youngbloodlisk]

Punished // Lee Juyeon and Choi Chanhee

- smut

- dom gender neutral reader

- obedient sub juyeon is acting up

- bratty sub chanhee

- non-ship aka all that happens between the boys is because of desperation and neediness, not attraction

- implication that reader doms both juyeon and chanhee at different times

- kinda more juyeon than chanhee, which was unintentional but that's just how it ended up lol

- bxb for most of it, a lot of which is instructed by the dom

- use of bad/good boy

- finger sucking

- handjobs

- edging

- rutting

- blowjob + deepthroat

- cum swallowing

- spit (into one's own hand) used as lube

- hickey

- kinda short lol

- really bad like this fucking sucks but i still wanna post it??? idk !! logic

- plz excuse typos and stuff

Upon entering the familiar dorm, it doesn't take long to see that it's empty.

Empty kitchen, empty lounge room, even the bathroom doors and bedroom doors are left open.

Not a single soul...

Until a bit of movement catches my eye and I quickly turn to see a pair of black shorts in the doorway to Juyeon's bedroom. They're soon followed by a pair of tan shorts, clearly having been tossed to the side without care.

I hear light grunts and sighs, seemingly of relief.

I slowly creep up to the door, making sure I can't be seen or heard, and listen closely.

"Ah- oh p-please-"

"So... good..."

I peek my head in doorway, catching my two favorite boys rutting their bodies together in their underwear.

Juyeon in a pink jumper and Chanhee in a white tshirt with a design on it, both oversized and draping over their bodies like small tents.

Neither of them seem to be taking any control, both of them just clinging to each other the same way they, respectively, cling to me.

Juyeon reaches a hand into the gray fabric covering Chanhee's lower half, sending a chill down the blonde boy's body and making his breath hitch.

Chanhee starts tugging Juyeon's own underwear down in response, Juyeon quickly doing the same for him.

The two boys shimmie out of the garments and pull their bodies together again, now rutting their bare, hard, dripping cocks against each other.

Both boys appear and sound to be very sensitive as the smallest of friction is making them lose coherency.

The room is full of mumbling and slurred words and the sound of skin rubbing against skin and fabric.

Chanhee suddenly chases Juyeon's lips with his lips and gives him a lustful, needy kiss.

The boys reach down and wrap their hands around both their dicks together, creating friction from the outer ring of hands and from each other.

I know I probably shouldn't be watching, but it's as if I'm unable to move or look away from the beautiful sight before me. Both of my boys so desperate and needy like this.

I knew when they both sent me photos earlier that they were needy, I just didn't realize just how much.

Their hips are rutting in irregular patterns and they lean on each other for support, moaning and whining, getting closer.

A thin layer of sweat has formed on the soft skin of each of the boys, their breathing becomes heavier and their sweet sounds are music to my ears.

"I'm..." Chanhee chokes out. "I'm gonna c-"

"Me t-too."

They keep their pace, thrusting up into their hands and against each other in a rhythm, until Juyeon finishes first with a soft moan.

He covers both of their shirts and their hands in the white substance and slows his pace, yet he continues groaning from the friction he's still getting as Chanhee chases his own high.

A choked moan leaves Chanhee's lips as he, too, releases his own cum onto himself and Juyeon.

Juyeon slowly sits down on the floor right where he was standing, bringing Chanhee with him. They lean against each other and each try to catch their breath.

Suddenly, Juyeon catches sight of me out of the corner of his eye.

He quickly jumps and sits up perfectly straight, causing Chanhee to lose balance for a moment and look thoroughly confused until he follows Juyeon's gaze to me.

Their shirts have fallen to cover them, but the twitching points under the shirts are hard to miss.

I enter the room, kicking the shorts inside so I can shut the door behind me. I drop to my knees on the floor in front of them.

"That was quite a sight." The boys bow their heads, but I place my fingers on their chins and push their heads back up to look at me. "Chanhee, I expected this kind of disobedience from you but... it's Juyeon I'm really surprised by. My obedient Juyeon..." I push a bit of his black hair out of his face and caress his cheek, bringing my hand slowly closer to his mouth. "Chanhee?"

The smaller boy hums in response.

"What happens to boys who disobey?"

"They get a spanking?" The bratty boy sarcastically responds.

"Sometimes. But come on, baby." I look towards him, seeing the precious pink tint on his cheeks and the way his sweat glistens. His mouth sits slightly agape, clearly in a needy trance, despite the attitude in his voice just moments ago. "You should know the proper answer better than anyone."

"They get... punished."

"Exactly." I turn my eyes back to Juyeon, straight into his pleading eyes, and push my thumb between his lips. He instinctively starts to suck on it. "That's it... there's my good boy... Maybe I should have spoken up before you were able to cum. Then again, I think this might just be more fun."

Juyeon's desperate eyes turn confused.

"Chanhee?"

"Yes?" Chanhee leans closer, listening expectantly.

"Tease him with your palm."

Chanhee shifts, surprised. "Me?"

"Yes, you. Can you do that, baby?" I look at him genuinely, making it clear that it's a real question that he can say no to.

Chanhee nods and mutters a small "yes" as he reaches towards the tent in Juyeon's shirt, before hesitating and pulling his hand back.

"Is this okay, Juyeon?" I give the same genuine look to Juyeon, to which he nods. Juyeon pulls the hem of his pink shirt up to expose his cock. He reaches over to grab Chanhee's wrist, gently pulling his hand closer.

Chanhee places his warm, soft palm on the tip of Juyeon's cock and slowly rotates his wrist to create a small amount of friction on the highly sensitive area.

Juyeon's breath catches in his throat and he hums around my thumb.

His lower body shakes subtly. Chanhee applies more pressure for a moment, causing Juyeon to emit a whiny moan. I pull my hand away from his mouth and run my fingers through his hair.

Juyeon is still extra sensitive from his first orgasm. It doesn't take long before he starts jerking his body, right on the edge of a second orgasm.

"P-Please... Please, I'm so... close... Please..."

I abruptly pull Chanhee's hand away, to which Juyeon quickly responds by trying to bring it back.

"Please, please, please- Please, I need it-"

"Juyeon. Off." I command. He draws his hand back and pouts. "You're such a bad boy lately, huh? What's come over you?"

"Please, I just... I need to cum..." He wraps his hand around his shaft, but I hold it still.

"If you can make Chanhee cum first, then I'll let you cum."

Juyeon snaps his head towards Chanhee.

"Is that... okay with you?" He asks the smaller boy.

"Uh- um... yeah, it's okay." Chanhee swallows sharply.

"What should I do?" Juyeon asks me.

"Since you keep begging to cum," I run my thumb across his lips and pull at the bottom one. "Maybe you should use that pretty little mouth for something else."

I sit back and watch as Chanhee spreads his legs and Juyeon leans down.

He glances at me, his face only a couple inches away from Chanhee's hard dick.

I nod.

Juyeon pulls up the bottom of Chanhee's shirt and places a hand on his leg for balance. Juyeon keeps his gaze towards me as he draws his tongue from the base to the tip. Chanhee throws his head back when Juyeon wraps his lips around Chanhee's cock.

Chanhee instinctually puts one hand in Juyeon's soft hair, using the other hand to lean on.

Juyeon takes as much of Chanhee's cock in his mouth as he can, which is surprisingly almost all of it.

Slowly, Juyeon begins to bob his head with hollowed cheeks.

Chanhee's moans fill the room, along with the wet sounds of Juyeon's mouth.

"You're doing great, Juyeon. Keep it up." I encourage him, seeing the way Chanhee's legs are shaking and the way his hips are rolling.

Juyeon keeps his pace steady, using one hand to gently play with Chanhee's balls.

After a couple minutes, Chanhee is jerking his hips up and mumbling about getting close.

Juyeon pushes himself all the way down onto Chanhee's dick, taking every last inch down his throat. Juyeon gags around Chanhee as the boy winces, with a loud sweet moan, and cums down his throat.

Juyeon slowly pulls himself off of Chanhee, swallowing thoroughly.

Chanhee's support arm buckles at the immense pleasure and hard orgasm. Chanhee lays on his back and closes his eyes, his breathing heavy.

Juyeon looks at me expectantly, his eyes practically begging to cum yet again.

"Good job, baby." I crawl over to him and sit directly in front of him. "You earned it."

I spit in my hand and rub a mix of my saliva and the liquid from his dripping tip around.

I don't waste much time before jerking him quickly and roughly.

A continuous "ah- ah- ah-" spills out of his mouth. His jaw slacks and his back arches a bit.

"S-So- close- already... please-"

"I know, you were edged and you're sensitive. It's okay, baby."

I keep my pace and lean in to kiss on his jaw. As I find my way to his neck, I start to suck on the skin.

He holds out for a few moments, my hand moving up and down and running my thumb along his slit when I reach the top.

"Gonna... gonna..."

I bring my lips up next to his ear.

"Go ahead." I whisper.

He thrusts up into my hand as his cum sprays onto our clothes and my hand.

My lips meet his and I kiss him hard, finding a lingering taste of Chanhee in his mouth.

When I pull away, I watch his glazed eyes as he lays on his back next to Chanhee. I catch a glimpse of the red-ish purple-ish mark I left on his neck.

The boys' chests move up and down slowly with their deep breaths.

"And now... what are you two gonna do next time your needy and I'm not around?"

Chanhee giggles, still a bit breathless but just as bratty and cocky as he usually is.

"I don't know... I mean... you were right about what you said earlier. This was pretty fun."

[youngbloodlisk]

naked (2) // ji changmin fake texts

just a little part 2 to "naked", after changmin's s/o sends him the photos (and a video).

- sexting

- image of erection in sweatpants

- ignore timestamp at the top lol

[youngbloodlisk]

Kitten // Kim Younghoon

"Your dirty, slutty dream came true, babygirl."

- hard rough dom younghoon

- smut with no plot whatsoever

- thank you to my subconscious for giving me dreams about this

- and thank you 🌙 anon for giving me more and more ideas relating to this and coaxing me on with this whole scenario and getting me super needy and inspired to actually write this out. you're a real one

- "accidental" miniature voyeurism w jacob

- choking

- oral (fem rec)

- unprotected sex WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT

- filthy

- degradation

- fluff near the end if you turn your head and squint

- usually i leave the first line before the cut, but since this one jumps right in with the smut i don't think i'm gonna leave the first line lmao

- the title is rlly just bc this is the first time i've properly used the pet name "kitten" in my writing lol

He presses on my back, arching it further, before returning his hand to my hip.

Younghoon is slamming his body against mine at a rapid pace, hitting extremely deep every time. With my back arched more, he can now reach even further inside me.

Explicits roll off my tongue and I press my face into the sheets to muffle my sounds. My hands are grabbing and clawing at the sheets like my life depends on it.

My his sweatshirt is still on my body, but bunched up. The only part of me that isn't exposed is my chest, a bit of my back, and my arms. Meanwhile, he's still fully clothed, with his pants just low enough to have his cock out.

He actually likes to use the excuse that he's self-conscious, but I know full well that he isn't insecure at all around me or any of the guys anymore. I can also just tell when he's lying. I think he doesn't wanna admit that he finds it super hot to fuck me with as many clothes left on as possible. I'm not gonna complain though. It is pretty hot.

My vision is starting to get blurry, and my body almost feels numb to my mind. All I can think about is how good he's making me feel.

He's mostly silent, letting out a few low grunts and growls, unless he's talking to me.

He digs his fingers into me, clearly starting to lose himself in the feeling.

My body jolts with each thrust from him, but only slightly, thanks to his ever-tightening grip on my hips.

I stare at the door, which is wide open, as I have been almost the entire time Younghoon's been drilling into me like this.

I've been waiting and waiting for someone to walk by and see way more than they bargained for.

I'm sure they've been avoiding walking this way though, as the sounds have definitely given away what's taking place.

My whining, my muffled moaning and screaming, his grunting, and skin against skin...

So, I'm not sure why Jacob ends up walking by the door... or why he stands there and watches for a moment, frozen, locking into my tear-filled eyes.

I struggle as I try to prop myself up on my elbows, trying to at least be in a position that wasn't so humiliating.

Younghoon is quick to notice this, and notice why I'm doing it.

"Your dirty, slutty dream came true, babygirl. Someone caught you." He says in the most condescending way possible before going even harder and faster (which I didn't think was even possible).

My arms go entirely weak and my face falls back onto the mattress with an embarrassing, involuntary cry of pleasure.

Jacob quickly realizes he's been watching, and turns to leave, but not before accidentally letting his smirk show.

"Did you notice how hard he was getting, kitten? I bet he's going to his room to jerk off thinking about you getting ruined like this..." I clench around Younghoon at his words. "Oh, you like that, you slut?" His hands leave my hips, one of them wrapping around my stomach and the other wrapping around my neck. He tightens both grips and pulls my body up to be as far against his as possible without pulling out.

Younghoon's sweet, yet (in this context) demonic voice whispers in my ear.

"I hope you always remember that you're only mine to ruin." He emphasizes words with hard thrusts. "You know I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, don't you, kitten?"

All I can force out of my mouth is mumblings and whispered moaning, my brain entirely going haywire as his hold on my neck tightens again and he thrusts up into me.

My legs feel like gelatin.

"I've got you speechless, huh?" He lets go of me, let's my almost limp body fall back onto the mattress before grabbing my hips again, and drills into me.

He's truly showing no mercy.

"Tell me, kitten... do you think Jacob would fuck you like this?"

"N...No-" I barely squeeze out.

"Who fucks you like this, huh? Say his name."

"Y-Younghoon..." It comes out like a whisper.

He digs his fingers into me again, on purpose this time.

"Say it loud, you slut. Who?"

"Younghoon!" It would have taken all of my energy to scream his name the way I did, but it didn't. He started to rub circles on my clit while still pounding into me, causing me to scream his name naturally.

I can feel his ego rise by the second.

He gives me no warning, besides his thrusts becoming jerky and inconsistent, before he coats my insides with his cum.

He pulls out once he's done and I whine, being so close to my own release and suddenly having nothing.

My hand reaches down to touch myself, but he grabs my wrist and pushes my arm away. Younghoon flips me over and within seconds has his mouth attached to my pussy.

I swear that we're gonna get a noise complaint because my hand is doing a really shitty job at covering my screams and moans as Younghoon licks and sucks on me, pulling me closer and closer to the orgasm of a lifetime.

My toes are curled tight and my chest rises and falls intensely.

He's told me a million times when he's being this rough that I'm not allowed to touch any of him without permission, so no matter how badly I wanna tug on his hair, I resist.

One hand holds tightly to the sheet while the other one covers my mouth.

Younghoon glances up at me and grabs my hand, pulling it away from my mouth and holding me by the wrist.

He stops just long enough to say:

"Be loud, kitten. I love hearing your voice."

His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks hard, finally allowing my orgasm to wash over my exhausted body hard, and I moan his name loudly.

There's no way that a single person in the house isn't aware of what's just happened.

He licks between my folds to help me come down from my high, careful to avoid my clit so he doesn't overstimulate me too much.

"Younghoon!" Sangyeon's voice yells from across the house. "Did you forget about the Love Revolution cast event tonight? Jihoon's outside with his car to pick you up!"

"Oh shit..." Younghoon's eyes go wide and he quickly starts taking off his casual clothes. "Tell him I'll be there in just a minute!"

I laugh when he falls over trying to pull his sweatpants off, and he remembers my presence. "Babygirl, I'm so sorry I have to just leave you like this." He rambles as he gets dressed in some nice clothes as fast as possible. "Don't go home, stay here tonight. I promise when I get back I'll cuddle you and give you kisses and talk to you as long as you want. I'm so sorry, I know it's just terrible of me to be that rough and then immediately leave you. You know I wanna be here to care for you-"

"Younghoon, shut up." I chuckle, sitting up on the bed. "I do know you wanna stay, but you have responsibilities. It's okay, really. I'll be here when you get back, baby. Just have a fun night with your cast-mates, okay?"

He finished tying his shoe and sighs, coming over to me and landing a sweet kiss on my lips. I can still taste myself on him.

"I love you." He says with the most thankful and gratitude, as if to imply a "what did I do to deserve you?".

"I love you, too."

"Kim Younghoon!" This time it's Jihoon's voice, clearly coming from the front door.

"Coming!"

Younghoon hurries out of the room and I notice he left so fast that his phone is still sitting the bedside table.

I grab it and follow after him, silently thanking this sweatshirt for being long enough to fully cover my bare body. My legs are still pretty much fully exposed, but as long as no one sees me walking around with my ass hanging out, that's fine by me.

"Younghoon! Phone." He turns and I toss his phone to him, which he catches swiftly.

"Thanks, baby. See you later."

"Have fun!"

I feel a few pairs of eyes on me and look around to notice Kevin, Chanhee, Sangyeon, and Jihoon all staring at my legs.

"Park Jihoon!" Younghoon mocks Jihoon's tone from before.

"S-Sorry!" Jihoon follows Younghoon out the door, but Younghoon quickly peeks his head back in before the door shuts.

"No one touches my girlfriend or they're dead, got it? But look at her all you want." He tosses me a teasing look and a wink, finally closing the door behind him.

[youngbloodlisk]

[1500 - sangyeon+pegging]

"No way. I wouldn't even like it."

"If you're sure, but you should give it a shot sometime. Who knows?"

"Me! I know. I know I would not like a dick up my ass."

"It's not a dick, Sangyeon, it's a piece of silicone."

"Same difference."

"You don't have to, by any means. I still think I could make you feel incredible with a strap, though. I could even make you cum while barely touching your dick."

"You could not, no way... I'll prove it!"

"What?"

"Fuck me, do it. Give me your worst. I wanna prove that I won't enjoy it."

"Sangyeon, you don't have to-"

"What? Are you scared you won't be able to break me?"

"Oh, don't test me... I can break you... and I will."

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"Is all of this really necessary? Just for... that?"

"Do you want me to put a piece of silicone in your ass dry?"

"Okay, that's a good point. Lube me up."

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My hands grip his waist and I rock my hips agonizingly slow.

The chain connecting the silver cuffs on his wrists, there to prevent him from jerking himself off, makes loud sounds as it rubs against the slat on the bed frame.

His muscular chest rises and falls dramatically, and I can tell it's getting harder and harder for him to control himself.

No matter how much he tries to keep quiet and blank faced, his cock does all the talking: hard as a rock and leaking precum.

"Look at you. Taking it so well. Having fun, sweetheart?"

He shakes his head no, making me chuckle.

"Could you... maybe go a- a bit faster?" He chokes out, almost too quiet to be heard.

"Oh? Faster? Is someone... liking this?"

"Just- Just wanna get it... over with-"

"Sure, okay." I scoff. Men and their pride sometimes...

Nonetheless, I speed up my pace.

Sangyeon can't help but let out a surprised mix of a gasp and a moan.

And it was all downhill from there for Lee "I Wouldn't Even Like It" Sangyeon.

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The room is full of the sound of heavy breathing, a certain scent of sex, and the heat from sweat and hot breath.

I lay down next to my fucked out boyfriend as he tosses a damp white towel, used to clean his cum off of his stomach, to the side.

"Didn't have fun?" I smile.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." His hand comes up to cover his red face. I can't help but laugh.

Sangyeon's phone, on the table next to me, buzzes. I pick it up and see that Juyeon sent him a video attachment.

When Sangyeon takes the phone to open it, we watch (or more so, listen to) the video together.

It's Juyeon and Hyunjae standing outside our bedroom door, laughing and wide eyed.

You can very clearly hear the bed frame hitting the wall, as well as our voices.

"Faster, please- Oh, it's so good. Ah, ah, it feels so- please, don't stop-"

"Didn't think you'd like my strap... I think I'm the one proving you wrong."

"No, no! Don't slow down, please-"

[youngbloodlisk]

Candy // Choi Chanhee

- not proofread just because i'm lazy i'm sorry

- sub chanhee + dom female

- mommy kink

- edging

- manhandling

- aggressive

- handjob

- riding

- pegging

- degradation

- a little praise

- a little embarrassment kink

- slight possessiveness

- stoplight color system

- orgasm denial

- fake sympathy

- dacryphilia (crying kink)

- oral (male rec)

- fingering

i threatened to tag @denehbola in this and i am a woman of my word 😎

He arrived home exhausted.

He didn't even remember to take off his shoes before he practically fell over onto the couch.

I asked him about the concert while I took his shoes off for him and put them by the door.

Three encore stages, he said.

Then a party backstage for some of the staffs' birthdays.

Then Changmin wanted to go over choreography for a special gift they've been preparing for deobis' anniversary.

He said he's never been so tired in his life.

I told him to sit back and relax: let me take care of him.

I brought him a bottle of ice cold water and a satisfying plate of food.

We turned on a movie and I massaged him in every place where he groaned that it was sore.

He took his time with his food, but drank three bottles of water before the movie was over.

I told him to follow me to the bathroom so I could give him a bath. As shy as he was, he was also too sore and tired to take his clothes off efficiently, so he let me undress him with a gentle, warm touch.

He sat in the white tub, water surrounding him and soapy bubbles floating around the edges.

I told him when to close his eyes and brace for water or soap, just like an adult might bathe a small child.

He smiled the whole time I washed his pink hair, clearly enjoying the scalp massage that came along with lathering his shampoo.

Once he was clean, he wrapped up in a navy blue robe and sat on the bed, telling me what clothes to take out of his pajama drawer and which brand of underwear he wanted (considering differences in style and texture).

He decided to take it on himself to get dressed for bed and brush his teeth.

I continued a soft, but firm, massage while he brushed his teeth.

When he finished, we laid down in the bed and he snuggled into me.

He didn't know if he could sleep yet, he said.

He was exhausted, yet deep down he was still on a bit of a performance high. He hadn't fully relaxed yet.

That's how we ended up here.

Chanhee's clothes pooled on the floor by the bed, myself still fully clothed.

One of my hands lightly wrapped around his cock, moving at a perfect pace, the other hand rubbing his torso.

What better to calm him down than a slow, gentle handjob? Or so I thought.

I notice his face scrunching, and the way he's pressing his lips together.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong, baby?"

"N-No, no... not at all... I just... I-I really want-..."

He gets embarrassed and covers his face with his hands, pushing his legs together (which, in turn, makes me lose my grip on him) and bringing his knees up.

"Look at me." I say in a gentle voice.

"I can't." His voice is muffled through his hands, until I grab his wrists and pull his hands away.

"Look at me, Chanhee. Talk to me. What do you want?"

"I want... I want mom- mommy-... I-" His eyes begin to well up with tears, which often happens when he's embarrassed or feels guilty.

"Hey..." I use the hem of my shirt to wipe the salty tears away from his face. "There's no need to cry, darling. Do you want mommy to make you feel good? Be rougher with her babyboy?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please, mommy." He says quickly, relieved that he doesn't have to say it himself, yet still embarrassed to be asking for it. "I'm so s-sorry. Your... your hand just f-felt so good. I want mommy to... to do m-more to me." His voice is shaky and barely audible. Unless he's already really in the moment, he hates asking me to do anything. He feels as if he's being selfish and greedy.

Yet, his dick begins to turn red and the tip gets shinier by the second from the embarrassment.

"You know your body better than I do, and I know you're still a bit sore. So, do you remember the safe words?"

"Yellow to slow down, red to stop."

"What about the safe actions?"

"Either snap repeatedly or tap on you repeatedly."

"That's my good boy." His cheeks flush red at the comment as I move to sit up against the headboard. "Lay across my lap, ass up."

"Wait, what?" He's clearly surprised with the way I'm choosing to start this.

"Do you wanna be a good boy tonight?"

"Oh- I do- I- Yes."

"Yes, who?"

"Y-Yes, mommy."

"Then lay across my lap. Ass up. Don't make me ask a third time."

"Yes, mommy." He mumbles in a slurry mess and crawls to me, positioning himself perfectly across my lap.

I run my hand across his pretty ass and grab at it, surely making him think I'm about to spank him, before pulling his legs apart and running a finger slowly across his hole.

Chanhee squirms just a bit at the touch.

I reach down between his legs and wrap my hand around his hard dick. My grip is much firmer and stronger than before and my pace is much slower.

He tries to hold back his reactions as much as possible, which only makes it more satisfying when he blurts out a sweet, desperate...

"More. M-more, please."

I take my hand off entirely, except for the fingers tracing his dripping tip.

Chanhee let's out a desperate whine and pushes his hips back. I wrap my hand entirely around his tip. I use my other hand to roughly grab his hair and tug on it, pulling his head back just enough so I can lean over and look him in the eyes.

"The whines we like, but you know that right now your body is mine to control. Yes?"

"Yes, m-mmmommy. I'm ssso sorry, I'll be a g...good boy. I promise..." He chokes out between pretty moans as I begin progressively stroking his cock faster. "I'm... I'm getting clo-close."

"I can tell, baby. Your cock talks." My comment about the twitching taking place in my hand was delivered with a smirk, knowing that it would embarrass him.

His breath begins to hitch and I know he's so close. He's right on the edge. Just a couple more strokes will cover the sheets in white.

I pull my hand away, eliciting the cutest whining and begging I've ever heard from my precious boy... as well as the most disobedient reaction he's ever given.

A soft, desperate mumbling of "no" and "please" rolls off Chanhee's pink little tongue, and he tries to turn around and sit up while reaching back to grab my hand. It happens so fast that he's already grabbed my wrist before I can react.

It takes more strength than you'd imagine to control him and hold him down, but I've gotten good at finding his weak spots in many different ways.

I hold him down in a position which has his face pressed against the bed and his ass sticking up in the air.

I lightly brush my fingertips down his shaft.

"Please, p-please let me cum-"

"Even when you just misbehaved and I had to pin you back down, you run your slutty mouth. Do you think you deserve to cum already? After that?"

"Please, mommy..." He sounds as if he's crying, but there are no tears yet.

He's probably alright, knowing him, but better safe than sorry. I quickly ask him for a color check.

"Green."

I continue to lightly brush my fingers against him, waiting until he comes down from his denied orgasm. As soon as Chanhee's body has calmed, obvious by the way he relaxes and the way his sounds change, I stop touching him and carefully move him off of my lap.

As I move from my previous spot, I instruct him to sit where I was.

He does so, curled up and pouting at me.

"Aw, did baby not get to cum?" I mirror his pout and nod, crawling towards him.

I harshly pull his legs apart and position my body between them so he can't close them back. I grab his chin, squishing his cheeks up and parting his pouty little lips.

"Did my bad babyboy not get to cum?" I keep up the fake sympathy.

"Please, please, I'll be so good. I-"

"Good? You don't seem like a very good boy today. That's okay." I trail my way down his body until he can probably feel my hot breath on his slit. "If you don't wanna act like a good boy, I'm not gonna treat you like one."

I wrap my lips around his tip and pull off with a pop. I watch his weak eyes as I lick long and slow up his shaft before taking him in my mouth, going further and further until I almost gag.

It doesn't take long, not a whole lot of bobbing and sucking, for him to get close again.

He's already been denied or delayed twice.

He starts twitching in my mouth and his hips buck up involuntarily.

I look up to meet his eyes, but instead I see them staring at the wall with water welling up.

That's my cue to pull off of him with another sweet pop.

I watch as the tears begin to roll down his cheeks and he squirms and jerks around, his breathing heavy.

"Please, n-no more teasing... I need to cum, I need- I'm begging you, baby-"

"Excuse me? Begging who?"

"Please, mommy-" It comes out like a whisper.

"Louder."

"Please, m-mommy-"

I wrap my hand around his neck and press on the sides.

"You little slut." I whisper in his ear. "You're begging to cum but you can't even beg properly. Louder." I press the end of louder into his neck with a kiss.

"Please! Please, please, please... I need mommy to make me cum, please!" His precious voice cries out, loud enough that anyone else in the house would hear.

He shakes and whines, desperately tugging at my clothes and groping my body as I kiss his neck.

When I pull away and try to get off the bed, Chanhee grabs my shirt and pulls me back. He places a hand on the back of my neck, caressing softly, and he presses a loving kiss to my lips.

He does this sometimes in moments like this. It's a nonverbal green indicator.

We have a "red" equivalent safe action, two in fact, but this kiss is how Chanhee reassures me that he's okay. He's enjoying himself, and enjoying his time with me. He isn't hurt or upset in any way whatsoever.

Green light.

I really appreciate it.

I linger in front of his face for a moment after the kiss, looking deep into his eyes with sincerity and love.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart. You're taking everything I give you perfectly. You'll tell me if it gets too much, right?"

"Of course."

I place one more quick kiss on his lips before getting up off the bed.

"Lay on your back, baby. Right on the edge of the bed." I tell him.

He starts doing as I say, but freezes when he sees me pulling my shirt off. I pretend not to notice the way he stares me down as I undress, practically drooling. By the sound of the bed, I assume he finally lays down when I disappear into the closet.

Chanhee's eyes widen at the sight of me walking out of the closet, finishing securing my black strap-on.

"I th-thought-"

"You'll cum. Be it untouched now or later when I ride you... you'll cum. Legs up, babyboy."

He lifts his legs and holds them up, and I grab the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.

After proper application, a green light check, and making sure he's relaxed, I slowly push into him.

A soft moaning/gasping jumble leaves his mouth at the feeling of the familiar strap. I begin rocking my hips, slowly and carefully speeding up. I can't help but smile watching him as I fuck him.

His jaw lax.

His eyes leaking tears, which stream down the sides of his face.

His beautiful skin glistening with sweat.

His pink hair messy and sticking to his forehead.

His hard dick hitting his stomach.

His pretty fingers digging into his thighs as he holds his legs up.

His body lightly bouncing back and forth from the impact of my thrusts.

And my favorite part, the sweet sounds coming from his mouth.

"You look so beautiful... my pretty babyboy. So perfect. Give me your hands, angel." I slow down and he takes a moment to breathe before letting his legs rest on my shoulders and grabbing my hands.

I hold tight to him and increase speed immediately, pounding into Chanhee.

His back arches, his body starts shaking.

He's being so loud that even the neighbors probably know how good he's getting fucked.

"Listen to yourself, babyboy. You're my little toy, aren't you? Such a pretty slut for mommy. Say it."

"I'm a s-s...slut f...for... mommy. You ma...make me feel so g-good, mom...my..."

"Do you wanna cum?"

Chanhee nods, only making me slam into him harder.

"Use your words, slut."

"Please! Please let... me... c-cum..."

"Where are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum inside mommy?"

"Can-... Can I?"

I drop his hands and pull out of him, quickly working to take off the strap.

Chanhee lays in place, exhausted, but watching me with expectation.

"Move back on the bed a bit." I instruct him, to which he shakily obeys.

Once I place the strap to the side to wash later, I crawl on top of Chanhee and hover over him.

I press my forehead against his before placing a kiss on his cheek.

I sit up, straddling the boy. Taking his red, dripping cock, and lining it up to my entrance before lowering slowly.

We both let out sighs of relief when he's finally fully inside me.

For him, he's been denied so much pleasure already that knowing he's actually gonna cum this time is relief.

For me, I've been throbbing and dripping this entire time. That's my relief.

I know I can't take my time while riding him, that would be truly cruel. He's already taken so much, he deserves this.

Not to mention, it surely won't take long at all for either of us to cum.

I do my best to keep my balance as I start to bounce.

"You feel so good, babyboy..." I moan out, my voice breathy and slow. "You fill me up so well, you're so good for me."

I rock as I move up and down on him to intensify it.

His cock hits deep inside me, grazing my g-spot perfectly.

Chanhee digs his fingers into my hips.

"F-Feels... so good... I'm... cl-close..." His strained voice comes out in a moan. His chest rises and falls in a mix of shallow and deep breaths.

"Cum in me like the good... good little slut you are."

I keep my pace steady, as difficult as it may be, and it doesn't take much longer before a loud moan rips through the air like an orchestra in perfect tune and unison.

Music to my ears.

Chanhee's body jerks and his head is pressing hard against the bed, his back arching and his breath hitching. I feel a rush of warmth inside me.

I slow down until it comes to a natural stop as I lift myself off of him and lay next to him, my head on his chest. I can feel his breathing become more consistently deep.

My fingers trace along his skin.

"Thank you... but... you didn't-"

I quickly cut him off with a genuine tone, so he knows I'm not upset.

"I know. It's okay. I edged you so much, it doesn't matter. You deserve it, angel."

My confusion keeps me from reacting to what happens next.

He readjusts so his fingers can reach my pussy.

"I wanna take care of my mommy... because she always takes care of me."

He sinks two long fingers into me and presses his thumb on my clit.

I gasp, already being so close from riding him.

Chanhee curls his fingers in a rhythm to match his thumb massaging my clit.

I press my face into his chest as he fingers me to an orgasm. He kisses my head softly when I clench around his fingers and cover them in a new wetness.

"Can I lick them?" He asks after letting me come down from my high and catch my breath.

"Of course you can, angel."

He pulls his hand back up to his mouth and sucks on his fingers, covered in a blend of both of us, like he's sucking on candy.

"Chanhee, you always treat me so well. You're so good every time. Taking everything I give you, begging for mommy. I appreciate you so much, babyboy."

He finishes licking his fingers clean with a pop that mirrors the way I sucked him off earlier.

"It's not just me. You're the best I could ask for. You always leave me fully satisfied and beyond."

I smile and press my lips to his, quickly deepening the kiss, but keeping it brief.

"I'll get us cleaned up."

We end up working together to use a couple of towels to clean ourselves off, deciding we can handle the sheets tomorrow morning (along with the strap).

We cuddle up together, Chanhee's head resting on my chest and our arms around each other. I play with his hair and lay in the calm of his steady breathing.

It may be irrational, but I usually stay awake until he's asleep. I like knowing he's safe and sound before I close my eyes.

When I think he's finally out, I take my hand away from his hair and rest it on his body.

I feel myself drifting fast, but I hear one last thing before falling asleep.

Something that I've heard before, but not very often. Something that I only hear on occasion, which makes it all the more satisfying each time.

"I love you."