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leftrightnomin · 2 months ago

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Drawn // Johnny Seo

Summary: Johnny has been trying to keep the urge to rip the perky little pink skirt off your tiny waist and tainting you, the 21-year-old daughter oh his best friend.

Genre: Smut, Rated R (18+), Bestfriend's Dad x Reader

Word Count: 5.9k words

Warnings: Best friend's DadxInnocent Reader, Dom!Johnny, Sub!Reader, Rough and hard sex, Spanking, Daddy kink, Oral (sjn receiving), Corruption, Fingering, Degradation, Edging, Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, Dumbification

A/N: Hi, sorry for the wait haha. I've been busy with a lot of things. Hope you understand. I've earned a lot of feedback from the last smut I wrote. So I'm serving you a little something similar. Enjoy!

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The fluffy, pink rabbit ears fit flawlessly atop your head, completing the ensemble. You're standing in front of the mirror wearing a short pink top that covers most of your body, and an over-the-knee perky pink skirt. You pivot to the left and then the right, allowing the skirt to gradually lift and exposing the adorable white cotton underwear you're wearing below. Before you turn around and open your room door, you're smirking at yourself and running your hand down your skirt.

When you arrive downstairs, you hear your parents' voices plus a different, well-known voice. Deep but not too soft, and you already know who's downstairs in the kitchen, sipping coffee and grinning broadly.

Johnny Suh, you're Dad's best friend.

You smile broadly as you descend the stairs and hop a little as you get to the kitchen, where Johnny and your father, Jaehyun are seated. As you approach, your father turns to face you, grinning and giving you a little peck on the cheek.

You say, "Good morning, Daddy," in the kindest voice possible.

"Morning, sweetheart."

When you turn to face Johnny again, he gives you a kind smile. He licks his lips with his tongue, his eyes gleaming. His knuckles are going white as he holds onto the coffee cup in front of him. Even if your clothing doesn't leave much room for Johnny's imagination, he can't stop fantasizing about the pink articles that you're usually wearing, the tight top, and the tiny skirt that covers just a little bit more than half of your ass. And he goes crazy for the cute, fluffy bunny ears you're wearing.

You say, "Hello, Mr. Suh," grinning, and then you turn to prepare your breakfast.

Johnny had to cover up the moan that was beginning to rise in his throat. You can't address him by his last name and be naive at the same time. He had to recline on the chair as his pants are getting too tight and his dick is too painfully pressing against the material.

When you reach forward to get the cereals on the counter, it gets even worse. Johnny's eyes are locked on your ass and cunt, and he struggles to get himself to look away as your skirt slides up to expose your underwear. Fortunately, Johnny appears to be staring at Jaehyun, who is seated in front of him.

Taking the cereal and milk, along with a bowl your dad provided you, you head to sit next to Johnny and fill it up with everything while you silently sing. Later, Jaehyun tells Johnny something about the BBQ, but for now, Johnny is staring at you. You eat your breakfast and sing quietly, and he glances at you.

Your dad says, "I need to go shopping for that. Do you wanna come with me, sweetheart?" but you refuse to say yes.

You grin politely and explain, "I have to do a speech for university."

Johnny gives his lips another lick.

"I'll stay with her while you go and shopping," he informed your dad. "Don't worry she's in good hands."

Johnny urges your father to get everything ready. He couldn't help but think of how he wanted to break your innocence right now by bending you over the table. He can feel his dick twitch even more by the second in his pants.

What a fucking sight.

He thinks while thinking of gliding his dick in and out of you and hearing carnal sounds that come out of your lips.

Johnny and you are alone when your dad goes shopping. With a sly smile, he strokes his long, brown hair and scans the counter for everything you need for the grill. With your hands beneath your chin and your arms resting on the table, you're staring at Johnny. Your legs are swaying back and forth.

Johnny asks, "Do you want to help me, baby girl?"

"Yes, Mr. Suh."

As you make your way around the kitchen island, Johnny feels his dick hardening again.

Johnny is tall, with well-defined muscles, and his face is best viewed from above. He gestures to the bowls he needs from another counter, grinning. You turn around again and lean over to find some candies you wish to give him after nodding and giving them to him. You and your dad adore them, so perhaps Johnny feels the same way?

When you bend over, Johnny's eyes are immediately focused on your ass once again. He groans softly, and when you grab the sweets and turn back, you see the way his eyes darken. You're not sure why he groaned, but Johnny just bites his lips and looks your body up and down, then back into your eyes. His hand reaches out for you, grasping your waist and pulling you close against him.

"A sweet little pink diamond plug would fit perfectly into your pretty little ass."

"A- A pl- What?" You ask, and you narrow your eyebrows.

Johnny closes his eyes, swallowing the low groan. How can someone so sweet be so innocent at the same time? His grip tightens, and he slides his other hand along your side until his hand is placed on your ass.

“A plug, baby. Making you feel good here,” he says, slapping softly with his palm on your ass.

You gasp, looking up at him with a confused expression. Johnny slips his hand underneath your skirt, caressing the soft skin of your ass. You whimper. Johnny leans closer, kissing your nose and your forehead softly, while he slides his other hand to your ass cheeks as well. He then grabs them, pulling them apart and groaning when you press yourself more against him.

“Mr. S— Suh, what are you doing?” You ask.

Your eyes are widening, and Johnny can’t stop himself from groaning once again. His dick is leaking and pressing against his pants. You’re feeling something against your lower stomach; it’s big, and you wonder if he has his keys in his pants.

“Do— Do you have your keys in your pocket?”

“No,” Johnny says, chuckling about your innocence. “That’s my dick. Feeling how hard it is just for you?”

You shake your head.

Why should his cock grow because of you?

You didn’t do anything, so why should there be something he is getting hard from?

He leans down closer to your lips, and you can feel his hot breath on your lips. You close your eyes instinctively, and Johnny chuckles. You whimper when he doesn’t break the distance between your lips. When you close your eyes to look into his steel blue ones, he just grins at you.

“Please, Mr. Suh—“

“Call me daddy, please princess?”

You nod, confused about why he wants you to call him like you call your daddy but you don’t mind. You just want him to kiss you like you have always seen it in those romantic movies.

“And what do you want, baby girl?”

“C— Can you kiss me?”

He smirks, leaning in and capturing your lips with his. It’s a short but sweet kiss, and your knees are suddenly weak, and you feel a tingling feeling in your stomach. One that slides down between your legs and causes you to press your thighs together.

“You’re okay, baby?”

“It’s tingling,” you mumble, blushing.

“What’s tingling. Tell Daddy, where is it tingling?”

Johnny knows what you mean, but he wants to hear it from you. He wants to hear that innocent, sweet girl say that she is dripping her panties because of the big, broad men in front of him.

“Down there,” you say quietly, and turn your head away.

He lets go of your ass with one of his hands and grips your chin, making you look up at him again. His blue eyes piercing in yours, he smirks, while his thumb slides over your bottom lip, pressing into your mouth. You take it and twirl your tongue around his thumb, causing more tingles in your stomach. Johnny removes his thumb with a plop and licks his lips.

“Do you need help with that tingling feeling in your belly?”

You nod, your eyes pleading, "Uh-huh."

Johnny grabs you by your waist and lifts you, placing you on the surface of the counter. His hands slide up and down your thighs, closer to your pussy and he pushes your skirt up, revealing your wet panties. Johnny groans, getting on his knees and pushing his head between your legs. He inhales deeply when his nose touches your covered pussy. You shiver slightly, moaning about the sudden feeling of him between your legs. Johnny brings his hand to shove your panties away, and a low chuckle leaves his lips when he sees your dripping cunt.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, kissing your pussy.

"Mhmm," ou moan softly.

His tongue glides through your folds, and you can’t help but grip his long hair, tugging at it. You’re not sure if you want him to continue or stop; it’s a new sensation and feels good and weird at the same time.

“D—Daddy, what are you doing?”

Johnny lets go of your pussy for a moment; this innocence of yours makes him so fucking desperate that he just wants to bend you over the counter and fuck you. He knows he would ruin you for everyone else. He wants you to be his, only his.

“I have to taste of your pretty little cunt, baby.” He lowers his head between your legs once again.

"Daddy's so hungry for you, pretty girl," He starts lapping at your pussy, making you moan and arch your back in pleasure.

Johnny’s stubble is scratching your thighs and clit slightly, masking the feeling even more intensely. A feeling you never had before grows in your stomach, and you worry for a moment since it feels like you need to pee. But Johnny’s grip on your thighs is so strong that you can’t move away to get down the counter and go to pee.

“Daddy—“ you moan, your eyes watering.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“I— I need to pee.”

Johnny looks confused for a moment, removing his tongue from in between your folds. Instead, he shoves his chunky fingers along your folds, circling your entrance before he pushes a finger into your tight entrance.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t need to pee; let go for me. Can you do it?”

You nod, "Ye-oh, yes", and Johnny pumps his finger inside of you.

He hits your sweet spot, still tasting you on his tongue and lips. Your moan shamelessly, his finger moving slowly inside of your tight pussy, and he can’t help but imagine his cock in your pussy.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

“N-no,” you swallow the pit in your throat. "No, Uncle Johnny."

Johnny almost comes in his pants when you tell him that you never touched yourself. You’re so fucking tight that he just wants to burry his huge dick into you, splitting you open. He pushes his finger deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot and making you almost scream. Johnny smirked, feeling you clench around him. He speeds up slightly, pushing another of his thick fingers into your pussy.

“Daddy, feeling that tingle so much.”

“Let go; come for Daddy.”

And you do.

You arch your back and come all over his fingers, creaming them in your slick while he fucks you with his fingers through your high. Your pussy is squeezing him violently, sucking him deeper into you.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper about the sudden emptiness. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy while you look at Johnny. He brings his fingers to his lips and takes them into his mouth, sucking them clean while he groans about your sweet taste. You look at him, whimpering softly about the feeling growing between your legs. Something like desire, where you need Johnny to take care of your cunt.

“Daddy, that tingling—“

“Shhh— Daddy’s gonna take care of his pussy.”

You nod, pouting slightly, and Johnny chuckles. "Please, Daddy."

He gets off the floor and leans closer, capturing your cheeks with his big hands and pressing his lips softly on yours. His tongue glides over your lips; you part them slightly, and Johnny pushes his tongue into your mouth. His hands slide along your body, removing your panties. Then he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants before he slides them down, revealing his boxers with the outline of his fat, hard cock and a little spot where his tip is pressed against the fabric already wet from his pre-cum.

“Wanna see daddy’s fat cock, little girl?”

“I—“

Johnny doesn’t give you much time to answer; he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down his thick thighs. He would love to take off all your clothes, would worship every bit of your body, and kiss every inch of your skin, but he is so desperate to feel you. And the outfit turns him on beyond belief. You look at his weeping cock, which just springs free; the tip is red, and you see the veins running along it. He sees the struggle in your eyes.

What should you do know?

Touch it?

Or let himself touch it?

“You can touch it; just be careful,” he says, holding out his hand to place yours into his.

When your small hand is placed in his big one, he walks a step closer, letting his fingers slide over the soft skin of his cock.

"Come on, sweetheart. It won't bite."

You follow every movement of your fingers with your eyes, furrowing softly while you’re concentrated on the way his tip feels. When you swipe your thumb over the slit, Johnny pushes his hips forward and groans.

“Do— Does it feel good?” You ask innocently and look into his eyes.

He nods, "Yeah, so fucking good," smirking when your smile grows.

You wrap your fingers around his huge length, pumping his cock slowly into your hand. Johnny throws his head back, thrusting it into your hand. When you see the way he reacts to your touches, you use your other hand and take his balls into it, grinning when he groans and hums in response.

When Johnny feels the pleasure in his belly growing, he takes a step back and pushes you by your shoulders down. You whimper, and when his cock taps your pussy, he is smothering his pre-cum all over your pussy. You’re wiggling your ass, earning a slap on your thigh. Tears build up in the corner of your eyes, and Johnny captures your cheeks with his hands, kissing you softly.

He then takes his cock into his hand, giving himself a few strokes and slapping the tip against your pussy, making sure it stimulates the sensitive bundle of nerves on your clit.

"Oh my," You moan softly, and he does it again.

Then he pushes his dick between your folds, still not entering you. With his thumb, he holds his dick in between your wet folds while he thrusts slowly forward. Your eyes are almost closed when his cock always hits your clit whenever he pushes forward.

"Oh, daddy," Your lips are slightly parted, and you whimper, gripping the surface of the counter to steady yourself. "Y/N feels so good."

Johnny grinds against you over and over again until you’re a moaning mess underneath him. Sweat is covering your forehead, and your hair is messy, but for Johnny, you’re beautiful as always. You mumble his name and ‘daddy’ over and over again. So cock drunk, and he hasn’t even pushed in yet.

Johnny loves the way you’re whimpering for more, pushing yourself against him even though you’re such an innocent little girl. Not really knowing what you're asking him for — for a fat cock that will ruin her tiny pussy for everyone else — just the thought makes Johnny come almost immediately.

“Do you want Daddy to make you feel good? Are you daddy’s little slut?” He asks, and you nod, slightly confused about him making you feel good and calling you a slut.

You don’t even know what the word means, but when he uses it, it’s probably nothing bad, right?

So you just nod, and Johnny smirks, still thrusting his dick through your folds and hitting your clit. Your moans grow louder, your back arches, and your legs are shaking when the feeling in your pussy appears once again.

“D—Daddy, so much tingling down there.”

“‘S okay, come for me, You can make a mess,” he says, smirking when you throw your head back.

Your walls are clenching, and your whines are needier when you come a second time. Johnny still moves his dick in between your folds, pressing his tip against your clit, causing you to inhale deeply and push your hips up to get more of his cock.

“Such a slut, trying to get my cock, huh?”

Your legs are shaking, and your chest raises and falls while you slowly clam down from your orgasm. Johnny didn’t come yet, and you wonder why he didn’t; maybe he doesn’t feel as tingly as you do?

“Daddy?”

“Mhm?”

“Don’t you feel tingly?” You ask, pouting slightly.

“I do. But my cock needs to be warm and wet, baby girl,” he explains with a grin.

Johnny’s hand is still holding his cock in between your folds, slapping it a few times on your pussy before he moves further down to your tight entrance. Even when it’s an odd feeling, it gives you at the same time pleasure when his dick touches your entrance. Johnny tries to push the tip of his cock into your pussy, but it doesn’t really work, and he immediately slips out of there.

“Aww, baby girl. Don’t you wanna have Daddy inside of you?” He asks, amused.

“I want to, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling the tears falling down your cheeks. "But you're too big for me."

“Shh— it’s fine. I will make it fit, baby,” he coos, caressing your cheek.

Johnny tries again, pushing his cock slowly into your tight entrance.

"Ouch," You grip his muscular arms, digging your nails into his skin while he stretches your entrance with his dick. "Daddy, it hurts."

You squirm, trying to escape the slight pain he causes in your pussy.

"Calm down, baby. Daddy's got you," Johnny’s just pushing a tiny bit into you before he pauses, your walls already clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

“Do you know that you make me go crazy with that little outfit? Or with all your outfits, showing almost your ass,”

“I— It’s so big, Daddy,” you mumble, digging your fingers even more into his arm.

Johnny smirks, leaning closer to capture your lips with his, soft and warm. When he leans closer, his dick slides deeper into your tight hole. You bite into his lip, causing him to chuckle. When he leans back, your eyes are almost closed. You moan, arching your back, and he pushes his tip completely into you. Johnny groans about the sudden tightness around his cock; you’re squeezing him, and Johnny just wants to push deeper into you, getting more of your warm, tight pussy.

“Breathe deeply, okay?”

You do, inhaling deeply, but it gets interrupted when you suddenly scream in pain. Tears are building in the corner of your eyes, and they roll down your cheeks. Your eyes are red, watering even more when Johnny doesn’t stop from pushing inside of you.

“Pl— Please, stop. M—My belly,” you whine, trying to get away from him while you’re still holding his arms.

“Sh— It’s okay, it feels better when I’m inside of you,” Johnny mumbles, smirking when you nod.

He didn’t know that your tears would make his cock twitch, but they do. You’re pretty when you cry because of his cock. When it’s because of him splitting you in half with his fat dick, turning you into his own little sex toy.

He knows he shouldn’t ruin you for another man, but he just can’t hold back when you’re underneath him with that cute outfit, the bunny eyes on your head, and the tears all over your cheeks while you take his cock like a good girl. And when he is the only one who fucks you, when he is the one who loves you, then he doesn’t ruin you for others because you’re his — and only his.

Johnny is just a bit deeper inside of you than he was before, with most of his cock still outside of your cunt. He wipes the tears on your cheeks away, kissing the tip of your nose, and continues to push into you. He is stretching you open in a way you never thought it could be possible to stretch something.

Johnny is huge; you feel the vein of his cock inside of you, and even though it burns, it kinda feels great.

“Doing so well for Daddy. You're Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

You nod; the pain gets worse once he pushes himself faster into you. "Uhuh, I'm your good girl."

He just can’t and doesn’t want to wait to be completely in the warm wetness of your pussy. Johnny needs you to be inside your pussy, to clench around his cock, and to see more of those pretty tears of yours while he fucks you senseless. He wants to hear you screaming when you come all over his dick, making a mess and squeezing him even tighter.

“D—daddy,” you squeal when he grips your waist harshly to guide his dick better into you.

Johnny laughs, pulling you closer against him and shoving his cock deeper. Tears fall down your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut while he rams his dick in your pussy. He is rough this time, not giving you time to adjust to his length. Johnny needs all of his control to not come immediately; you fit so perfectly around him, sucking him in, and the warmth that surrounds his cock makes him go crazy.

He digs his fingers into your soft skin, bringing his cock completely into your tight hole. You squirm, clenching hard around him, while he splits you open. You pussy burns, and you feel like your tight cunt just can’t get used to his fat cock.

“I’m sorry, baby girl." He inches in deeper in your soft warm walls.

"I just couldn’t hold back any longer."

"Shhhh— breathe; you’re doing so well."

"Taking Daddy’s cock like a good girl."

"You’re so pretty when you cry on my cock; you’re so pretty, baby,” he coos all his praises, leaning closer to kiss the tears away.

Even when you’re still crying, he kisses them away, making sure you’re feeling better with his dick inside of you. He knows he should pull out, give you time to adjust slowly, and work you open with his fingers, but he was holding back for so long, and he just wants to feel the warmth around his cock. The clenching feeling of you and the tears that cover your cheeks because he is just too fat for your baby cunt to take him.

“Daddy, I— I can feel you so deep in my belly,” you whimper.

“Yes. See that?” Johnny asks, pulling your shirt up and revealing your soft belly with the bugle of his dick. “That’s my cock.”

You whimper, sliding your head down to where his cock is visible. You slide your fingers over it and make him smile even wider.

He adores the way you’re looking so innocent and now with his cock inside of you, seeing him poking in your belly and touching the bulge he is causing with his cock. Johnny slowly pulls out of you, making you hiss about the sudden feeling. You whimper when you feel every inch of his cock moving inside of you.

“Nuuu—Daddy, please stay there.”

"Aww, do you need my cock inside of you? Pretty little slut for me,” he says, smirking when you nod eagerly.

He pushes back inside of you, and you immediately sigh in relief. His dick stretches you painfully, but when he pulls out, you feel so empty, and when he just stays like that, the pain slowly fades away. Johnny just pushes slightly forward and backward, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“Don’t! Daddy!”

“Oh— baby, not like that; be nice,” he says, bringing his hand to your pussy and slapping softly on it.

You gasp, your eyes watering, and Johnny does it again, causing more tears in your eyes. He then presses his thumb against your clit, circling it softly. You wiggle underneath him, and his dick slides deeper into you until he is balls deep inside your pussy. You squeeze him even more, and when he rubs circles on your clit, the feeling you had earlier appears once again in your stomach.

“Daddy— tingling.”

“It’s okay, come for daddy; come all around his fat cock, little slut.”

And you do, your walls clenching violently around his dick.

"Ugh,"

"Oh daddy,"

"So good,"

You’re moaning loudly, throwing your head back and pushing your hips more against him, and his fingers continue to circle your clit.

Johnny starts thrusting into you slowly and only a bit, but you feel every tiny movement of his cock and every vein along his shaft. His eyes are piercing in yours while he fucks you through your high.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking good, pretty girl.”

Johnny throws his head back when you look through your lashes at him. Your eyes are still filled with tears, but the desire in his eyes makes him thrust into you. You’re sucking him in every time he pulls out of you.

When another sharp pain suddenly appears in your skin, you look at the place where the two of you are connected. He slaps your pussy slightly, but enough to cause a sharp pain in your overstimulated pussy.

Johnny moves his hips at a steady but faster pace against yours. His balls are slapping against your ass whenever he thrusts forward. Your arousal is covering his dick; the sound when he pushes back into you makes him feral, and his thrusts are harder. The juice that is dripping out of you lands in his balls. They are heavy, and it gets even worse when he thinks about the way he is pushing his seeds into you.

“Feels so good—“

“Yeah? Are you daddy’s little slut?”

You nod, pushing yourself against him when he tries to pull out of you.

Johnny chuckles, slapping on your pussy once again, causing you to squeal and look at him with widening eyes.

“D— Faster, please.”

"Fucking hell," Johnny groans but obeys.

He is thrusting his dick faster into your tight cunt, making you cry on his cock even more. Your pussy slightly hurts, but the feeling of his cock inside of you feels just too good.

“You’re such a little desperate slut, so cock drunk, aren’t you, baby? Asking your dad’s best friend to fuck you like a little fuck toy.”

"Ahhh…" You whimper, and Johnny smirks, fucking harder into you, getting more of those sweet moans from you.

Johnny feels his dick twitch, your walls clenching and making it almost impossible for him to move inside of you. He circles your clit with his thumb once again, making your eyes shut up, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

“D— Please, I need to come,” you shout, your hands gripping his arm.

Your nails dig into his skin, and you’re feeling his grip on your waist tighten while he fucks you closer to your orgasm. Johnny isn’t far behind you; you feel just so perfect around his dick.

“It’s so sensitive, daddy,” you whimper.

He grins, pushing his thumb further down on your clit. Making you gasp and making eye contact with him.

“My pretty little slut. See, I’ve ruined you for every other man. You’re mine, aren’t you? Tell me you’re mine, and you can come.”

“I’m yours." You gasped breathlessly. "I’m yours, Daddy Johnny.”

He speeds his thrusts up, pushing harder into you.

Johnny loves to hear the soft whimpers and moans slipping over your lips while he fucks you like his little slut — the little slut you are for him. His dick is pulsing, and he is moaning low when you clench more than before.

Your legs are shaking, your bodies are covered in sweat, and his breath is just as heavy as yours. You’re just about to come, and Johnny knows.

He rubs his fingers over your clit, your eyes widen, and you come. Squirting all over his dick and making a mess. Johnny laughs, looking at your juices all over his dick and lower belly. He just comes a moment after you, pushing his cum deep into your tight hole and painting your walls with it.

“So— so sensitive, Daddy,” you mumble, letting your head fall down on the surface of the kitchen counter.

Johnny pushes his dick slower into you, riding both of your orgasms out while you try to catch your breath. His hand slides from your clit to your sides, caressing your soft skin while his dick softens inside of you.

“You’re doing so well. Squirting all over me. You’re all mine,” he says, leaning closer to kiss your lips. “But that’s our little secret, baby. I love you, my pretty girl.”

“I— I love you too, daddy.”

Johnny smiles; he helps you sit up and slips his cock out of you. You whimper about the emptiness inside your pussy. He then looks at your pulsing pussy, admiring the way your cum is dripping out of your cunt. He pulls you closer and grasps your tights to pick you up. He carries you upstairs to the bathroom, placing you on the toilet.

“You need to pee,” he says, turning around and walking out of the room.

He closes the door behind him and lets you pee. After you finish, you open the door quietly and look at the broad man who is standing with some new clothes for you in front of the door.

“Take a seat, and I will clean you, okay?”

You nod, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and look at Johnny, who gets on his knees in front of you. He has a wet washcloth in his hand and spreads your legs, cleaning your thighs. Johnny moves his hand higher to your pussy, cleaning your folds and wiping your mixed juices from your pussy. You whimper, your cunt still sensitive from his dick inside of you.

“Daddy’s so empty down there.”

“It’s okay. Let’s just dress you, and then Daddy needs to clean himself. But I will put my dick into your baby cunt next time your daddy isn’t home,” he says, kissing the pout away from your lips.

After cleaning the two of you, you changed your outfit, still wearing similar clothes and the cute bunny ears on top of your head. Johnny was grabbing your ass when you walked past him out of the bathroom, smirking when you squirmed in surprise.

Now you’re sitting on the kitchen counter while Johnny stands between your legs, kissing your lips softly. His hands are on your waist, and his finger is digging into your soft skin.

“All mine, my little girl, my pretty girl,” he says, smirking when you blush softly. “Now let’s get the barbecue ready; otherwise, Jaehyun is going to ask what we did the whole time.”

You giggle, grasping his shirt to pull him closer and kiss him again. Johnny chuckles, then he pulls away and gets the barbecue ready.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty girl,” Johnny tells you.

When he walks through the kitchen and reaches you, he kisses you softly while his hand trails along your thigh.

“I’m home!” Jaehyun shouts and walks toward the two of you.

You smile at him, your cheeks red, and Johnny smirks widely, but Jaehyun doesn’t say anything. It’s pretty warm in there, so he doesn’t even recognize what’s happened between you and Johnny. You had sex together, and he took your virginity and claimed you and your pussy as his. And even better, Johnny loves you; he really fell for you.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your ear while he walks outside with your dad.

“I love you too, Johnny,” you say, jumping off the counter.

Johnny’s grin gets wider when his name slips past your lips.

He is a lucky man to have such a pretty girl like you by his side.

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xomakara · 2 months ago

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Between Us

SUMMARY | When Johnny and Yunho get a little too jealous that you can't pick a favorite between them.

PAIRINGS | NCT Johnny x Reader x ATEEZ Yunho

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE | idol!Johnny, idol!Yunho, photographer!Reader, smut, established relationships, polyamorous relationship, threesome, jealousy

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (both female/male receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, creampies

LENGTH | 9,508 words

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NETWORKS | @illusionnet @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Sooooo… I decided to throw both my NCT and ATEEZ bias in one fic together because of this video. Originally, it was going to be Doyoung instead of Johnny but I decided to go with my giant man lolol. And man, just actually thinking of being sandwiched by both Johnny and Yunho is making me feral lolol. Thank you @wooahaeproductions for the pretty banner!! 💚 Show support by liking, commenting and reblogging. Love you all 💚

You were fucked. Absolutely fucked.

It was one thing to be sleeping with them separately at different times throughout the year and just trying to avoid detection. Now you were here alone with both of them, you didn't know what they had in store.

They were in your apartment all of a sudden with seemingly no warning. And then the first words that came out of their mouths were as soon as they saw each other…

"Why is he here?" They ask together, their faces displaying similar sour expressions.

Johnny let out a heavy sigh as he plopped on your couch, eyeing the tall, young man that seemed so confused standing in front of you. You awkwardly held an arm in front of each of them, as if they were about to lunge at each other the moment that you dropped your arms. But Yunho didn't move, and neither did Johnny. There was only tension hanging in the air.

Of course they knew about each other. How could they not, being in the same industry and all? Who would've thought that they would both have fallen for you, a freelance creative designer and photographer? You were an established creative in the industry, despite your young age and experience and this had gotten you working with both of them (as well as others from their respective groups) on separate occasions. That was the way that you met them and became quickly enthralled by each others' professional talents. Your love for their music and their love for your art helped make your relationships blossom.

Yet despite their music being vastly different from one another, what attracted you to them was their friendliness and kindness. Johnny could come off as intimidating because of how tall and good looking that he was, but he had the aura of caring for others that made it so easy to become attached to him. Then there was Yunho who was warm and protective and upbeat, making everything seem light and happy around him. They were so similar yet so different, you didn't know why or how you wound up loving them both.

You've been in a relationship with Johnny the longest out of your whole dating history. For five years, he was there for you during the tough times when your exhibits and gallery displays weren't selling, through the tears and breakdowns and fears of "What's the point in this anymore?!" He'd been the best emotional support you could have asked for, letting you vent it all out to him and being there to bring you back up on your feet whenever it seemed like no one in the world loved or cared for you and your artwork. He had been an amazing comfort and you felt like you could never replace him or anything that he did for you.

Yet your relationship was fairly new with Yunho who gave you just as much strength in different ways than Johnny had. For the past year, he helped you break out of your mold and be more brave with your designs, feeling okay with being expressive with your color choices, patterns, and with different techniques. He told you that you didn't need to follow rules and that your artwork would be so much more beautiful if you did. And he was absolutely right; when you finally got the courage to step away from what others expected of you, you saw the works that you did sell skyrocket. You wouldn't have gotten to where you are right now without him. And if he hadn't pushed you to take more risks, you didn't know how you would have lasted under the intense stress that came with being an artist in this day and age.

And so you were stuck between two incredible guys, in both a professional and a romantic sense. There was no easy way of breaking up with either of them because they each inspired you so much, and you didn't have the heart to do either of them wrong. So one day, you told them separately that you were seeing other men, thinking that it would be a clean and easy cut. Neither Johnny nor Yunho reacted as badly as you expected, but they both tried to stay out of each other's way when it came to you.

"Let me make coffee," you mumbled, slipping into the kitchen and making your morning drink while you kept your eyes trained on them the best that you could over the countertops. There was still no movement, and the silence between the men in the other room was almost deafening. You could barely concentrate on pouring yourself a mug, and once the coffee machine was off, you scurried back to the living room to intervene. The second you sat between the pair of them on the couch, though, all hell seemed to break loose.

"Look," Johnny begins, sitting forward on the couch and holding his hands up.

"Why? You're going to tell us it was a mistake coming to see her," Yunho replied, leaning his long body back against the cushions.

You found yourself wishing that you were still in bed, maybe you were still asleep, maybe it was a dream and they hadn't shown up at your place uninvited. Or at least it could have waited until the afternoon.

"Guys, please, look—" you attempted to say.

Johnny looked unamused. "What are we supposed to do, Y/N? Come here every time the other isn't around and take turns on who stays?"

"Johnny-oppa!" you exclaimed. He was making things so complicated.

Yunho cleared his throat. "Oh, so he's oppa?"

"You guys are the same age," Johnny rolled his eyes. "What else is she supposed to call you?"

"Guys, if you'll give me just a minute, maybe I could—" But their bickering began to drown out your voice.

Johnny laughed. "She doesn't have to call you anything other than your name if you weren't such a fickle flake."

Yunho furrowed his brow. "Oh, I see, just because you're older means that everything is okay and there's no issue, is that it? Of course a brute like you would feel entitled to take her."

"Entitled? Just because I've known her for longer doesn't mean I'm entitled to her or whatever stupid shit you're thinking," Johnny looked angry now, sitting at the very end of the couch. "She's only interested in you because she feels like you're a new challenge. New shiny toy."

"Look at me! Have you seen me?" Yunho was nearly standing now as well. You were positive he was going to hit Johnny, if not the couch if you didn't put a stop to this. "You're pushing thirty now and she's obviously realized it and has turned her attention to better and more youthful individuals like me—"

"Guys!" you shouted, grabbing both of their arms. "Stop talking about me as if I'm not right here, will you?"

They stopped fighting, but still eyed each other angrily from where they were. Johnny bit back whatever he was about to say before relaxing against your hold on him. Yunho settled into the couch a little, his hair a little tousled.

"For God's sake," you continued, covering your face and sighing heavily. They were being ridiculous. They were not going to fight, not right here in your living room on a random Friday morning. "It was already complicated enough before and now this? This is ridiculous," you complained, shaking your head and crossing your arms in a huff.

"You're the one who's sleeping with us both, babe," Yunho frowned slightly at you, leaning his tall body towards you with his large hand resting on your knee. "Can't you choose already? I'm still young and-"

"You don't want an old man like me, huh?" Johnny muttered. He couldn't hide how defeated he sounded. He wasn't getting any younger, but that wasn't exactly something he was aware of before. You just made him feel young, made him feel so special. "Is that it, Y/N? Are you bored of an old man like me? We've been at it for five years, so I understand if—"

"What?" you responded immediately. He couldn't have thought it was because of something that minor, right? "Oppa, you're only four years older than I am. Where is this coming from?"

You cupped his cheek with a soft hand, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were glossed over. He had genuinely thought about losing you because you'd rather be with a man in the peak of his twenties and he was nearing thirty. You needed to comfort him and reaffirm him in every way possible. "Johnny, don't be silly. I could never grow tired of you. If anything, it's my art, it's the stress and—it has nothing to do with you being older. Don't ever think like that. Ever."

Johnny immediately took you into his arms, holding you tightly and stroking the hair along your back. He nuzzled his nose in your hair. "I can't ever let go of you, baby girl."

Your touch was so nice and tender and Johnny let out an uncharacteristic sigh before clearing his throat to compose himself. It wasn't lost on Yunho, either, as he watched you lovingly tend to the other. But the latter remained silent and stared down at his socked feet while you tended to the older man.

"And you—" you started, pointing a finger at Yunho, who immediately straightened his posture at the tone of your voice. You quickly reverted it back to a gentler one, knowing that wasn't how you actually wanted to talk to him or any of them. But, damn it, you needed to do something to get these men to see reason and listen to what you had to say. "Do you honestly believe this is about age? After all the time we've spent together, and seeing how upset Johnny is over thinking he's not good enough, is that seriously all you've understood?"

"I—" Yunho started, swallowing. He knew better than to argue. "No," he admitted.

You sighed again and stood up, unable to deal with the mess that your relationship—relationships, plural—had turned into in a matter of days. But neither of the men made a motion to follow you. They waited until you had shut the door to your bedroom, thinking they had messed up everything before deciding that the only thing for them to do now was sort it out between themselves and explain.

But after a long while, you didn't leave the bedroom. Rather, neither of them heard you stir from the space and both looked worried, the tension of the air having disappeared.

"I fucked up," Johnny concluded, running his hand through his dark hair. "She didn't leave us, but I know it's probably my fault and not yours."

Yunho's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Johnny. "Wait, what? You think it's your fault? I never thought it was that serious, but now I feel like it's my fault..."

"It can't be your fault, Yunho." Johnny tilted his head slightly.

The two of them continued like that for what felt like a long time. They weren't actually yelling or raising their voices, but somehow their discussion—if they could even call it that—just went back and forth with the two of them bouncing blame around between each other until it reached a stalemate. They had somehow formed a bond over how much they messed up.

"You love her too, huh, sunbae-nim?" Yunho quietly asked. There was a soft smile on his handsome face as his hand reached out and gently patted the other's shoulder.

"Just call me hyung," Johnny answered with a little laugh. He shook his head as he replied. "And there's no reason to hide it from you. How could I not fall for someone like her? She's an incredible woman - a perfect balance of gentle and caring, yet strong and confident." He spoke with genuine warmth, his shoulders relaxing as he gazed towards your room. "What about you? Do you love her?"

"Oh, fuck." Yunho leaned back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling ."I never understood what a real relationship was until I met her. So yeah, I think I'm falling in love with her. It sounds crazy, right?" He trailed off, his thoughts a jumbled mess. The more he focused on you, the harder it was to think clearly. He ran his hands over his face, anxiety creeping in. "What if she leaves us both now?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Yunho's worry about you leaving amused Johnny, who chuckled lightly. "Well, I guess we'd have it coming." A thought struck him - maybe there was a solution. With a playful grin, he leaned in and patted Yunho's shoulder. "What if we shared her?" he suggested, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"W-what?" Yunho stuttered, taken aback by the unexpected suggestion.

"We're both head over heels for her, aren't we?" Johnny said, a nervous edge to his voice. The idea sounded crazy even in his own head, and saying it aloud made him feel ridiculous. Time was limited, but if it meant keeping you happy and in their lives, wasn't it worth a shot? "She clearly doesn't want to choose between us, and we can't bear to lose her. But neither of us is willing to give her up to the other." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of his own suggestion.

Yunho watched with curious eyes, barely catching up with what his sunbae was trying to say. What kind of absurd suggestion was that?

"She's an amazing woman, of course," Johnny continued. "Sharing a girlfriend has to be tricky. But if anyone can figure this out, then shouldn't it be us? Think about it, I'm sure it would make her happy to know that her boyfriends don't have to stop seeing her anymore and everyone can be satisfied."

"I mean...if it's just you and me with her, and not anything between us...then yeah," Yunho mumbled softly. He chewed on his lip, considering the idea carefully before meeting Johnny's eyes. "I'm only doing this for her. As long as I can still be with her, I'm willing to try this crazy plan."

Johnny extended his hand, sealing the agreement with a firm handshake. "Deal," he confirmed, a sense of relief washing over him.

Both men shook hands and agreed. They felt an immense sense of relief wash over them, glad that there was now a solution. They were planning to spend the rest of their lives with you anyways. The first step was already the hard part. Now, all they had to do was convince you.

Before approaching you, they decided to iron out the details of their unconventional arrangement. Neither had been in this kind of relationship before, and there was a lot to discuss to ensure things ran smoothly. They talked through every possible scenario, doing their best despite their lack of experience. They hoped their plan would work.

Your bedroom door suddenly creaked open, prompting the men on the couch to silence their conversation. Their heads turned in your direction, and you looked at them with your arms still crossed.

"So? What do the both of you have to say for yourselves, hm?" you inquired with a sharp tone. They swallowed, sitting straighter. You may look small but you could certainly fill a room.

Yunho was the one who spoke first. "First, we want you to know how sorry we are, baby. It was wrong of the both of us. I promise it'll never happen again."

"Yeah, no more of this. Just us from now on," Johnny added with a serious nod. "From now on, you have our full attention, all the time that we have and are willing to give. It should all be given to you, and you alone."

"But how do I know I can trust the two of you after this? Look at you, arguing right in the middle of my living room first thing in the morning," you exclaimed, exasperatedly flinging your hands up. "Honestly, what makes you think you can come to my home and fight each other like this, huh? Answer me that."

Johnny interjected before Yunho could speak, "To be honest, baby, you've got us both on edge. It's hard not to point fingers when we both love you so much and want the same from you."

"Honestly, Y/N, you never leave my mind. All I want to do is be with you all the time," Yunho added quickly, a frown appearing on his boyish face.

You pursed your lips and studied the two men who were gazing at you longingly with the sweetest expressions they could muster. The kind of gaze that made you melt inside, like they would do anything to prove their undying devotion for you. The pair of them seemed ready to get off the couch and on their knees to plead with you, even. It was too cute for you to handle so early in the morning.

"I love both of you so damn much, I swear," you quietly answered. Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes. "I can't bear to leave either of you, can't stand not being the one who puts smiles on your beautiful faces, and I can't—I don't ever want to stop hearing you tell me how wonderful and amazing I am. So how the fuck could I possibly choose?"

Johnny stood, crossing the room to where you waited, your lower lip trembling. He drew you into his strong embrace, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss. Yunho soon joined them, his hand hovering near yours as he sought Johnny's silent consent to take his turn.

Johnny smiled and pulled away so the latter could kiss your soft lips with his own. Each kiss was slow, warm and felt incredible. And you moaned quietly in between them while their arms embraced you. They didn't let you go.

"How did I fall for two giant men like you two?" you murmured after the many minutes of making out with each of the boys' lips.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." Yunho laughed at you, kissing the top of your head.

"Are you alright?" Johnny asked softly, lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He sensed your inner turmoil, the struggle of loving two men and the anticipation of a painful separation. His eyes searched yours, filled with tenderness. "Do you understand that neither of us can walk away now? We know how deeply you care for us, and our feelings for you are just as strong."

You nodded, still sniffling but much calmer now that they've clarified where your relationships stood.

"So, can we keep dating you?" Yunho asked, his grip on your hands tightening. The thought of losing you was unbearable. "Johnny and I can learn to get along and share you, can't we? Please say yes. I've never met anyone as incredible as you, and the thought of not being with you is breaking my heart." His voice was filled with desperation and hope. "This can work, right?"

Their hopeful expressions melted your heart. You couldn't resist their pleas, nodding enthusiastically as you reached out to caress their cheeks. Pulling them close, you kissed each of them, unable to deny the affection shining in their eyes.

"I know this sounds crazy," Johnny admitted, kissing your forehead gently. He held you close, his arm a protective barrier around you. "It could all go terribly wrong, and someone could get hurt. But there's something undeniably special here, something worth exploring. It's more than just romance."

"Baby, we'd never intentionally hurt you." Yunho glanced at his sunbae before sighing, cupping your face and admiring how perfect you were. "It's a chance I'm more than willing to take if you'll let me. I would do anything to be with you for the rest of my life."

"The rest of your life?" You blinked.

"Absolutely," he responded. "Why? Don't you feel the same way?"

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. How could Yunho look so cute and be so genuine when he asked you a question like that? You held his hand that was cradling your face and squeezed. "Of course I feel the same way," you admitted quietly, nuzzling his palm.

You turned around and glanced back at the handsome Johnny, his arm still wrapped around you. He gave a gentle kiss to the top of your head and replied, "You have my heart forever, darling. The two of you are stuck with me whether either of you like it or not," he finished with a small chuckle.

A giggle escaped from your mouth. "Can I just say one more thing?" They hummed, gazing deeply into your eyes with the utmost attention, waiting to hear what you had to say. Instead of keeping that in, you let the question spill past your lips. "Can you both kiss me now?"

They eagerly fulfilled your request, their bodies enveloping yours in a warm embrace. Their lips trailed kisses along your neck and shoulders, savoring the taste of your skin and the soft moans that escaped your lips. A blush crept onto your cheeks, and you hoped they hadn't noticed the effect their combined touch was having on you - at least, not yet.

But judging by how their fingertips had already roamed down your side and began touching you in other places, you were definitely sure that both of them noticed how wet you were for them. Especially with Johnny whispering hotly into the shell of your ear.

"Tell me what you want us to do to you, sweetheart," Johnny growled.

"What is it, baby?" Yunho murmured. He nibbled on the skin of your throat, and you let out a deep and shuddering breath. "Speak."

"W-wait," you moaned in between kisses. "I want—I need you both."

"We're already yours," Johnny squeezed the flesh of your ass with a large hand before running the tip of his nose over your collarbone and drawing another moan from the back of your throat.

You giggled and lightly slapped his bicep, muttering something under your breath about being cheesy before turning around to face the tall, younger man. With an enticing smile, you dropped to your knees and unbuttoned his pants. You slid them down to his ankles, taking a second to admire the huge outline of his cock tenting his boxer briefs.

You heard him groan above you and when you glanced up to meet his gaze, the desperate pleading expression on Yunho's face had you working even faster. With his boxers pushed down, his cock sprung up before your wide eyes.

"Open up," he murmured gently, massaging your neck and easing the nerves he was certain you were feeling in this moment.

And you did.

A long and low grunt fell from his lips as he slowly eased his impressive dick past the fullness of your pretty lips and down the silk of your tongue. You relaxed your throat as you felt him make himself comfortable and nuzzle his cock inside. It wasn't too long before his balls met the line of your bottom jaw.

"Such a perfect little mouth. Isn't she a good girl?" Yunho muttered. His long fingers slid past the silky strands of your hair. It made you whine softly from his praise, and he felt the soft hum against his length and the vibration tingle him. His grip tightened a little in your locks.

You dragged your tongue against his girth, staring up with wide and loving eyes. And you felt how his legs trembled. His face twisted in pure ecstasy. Your mouth pulled back, stretching around the throbbing vein lining the length of his shaft. "Yunho, do you like that? Do you like how your cock fits perfectly in my mouth?"

He gave a moan and a shiver and slowly his hips began rocking. In response, your small hands clutched the smooth curve of his ass. Your fingers spread apart and took hold of a firm cheek in each hand. He gave a quiet grunt above you with each thrust.

"Fuck," he quietly whispered. "You're doing great, baby."

Your tongue danced around the swollen tip, pulling off for a few short seconds with a long trail of saliva still connecting you two and slurping the dripping precum into your mouth before popping it back into your warm, wet mouth. Yunho whimpered, pulling your head towards him a little further and causing the tip of his hard dick to hit the back of your throat. But you could take it.

"Fuck," Johnny quietly commented at the back. You could barely pay attention, focused completely on your man and the cock in your mouth, his salty cum and musk filling your nostrils and filling all of your senses. It had been far too long since you had him in your mouth.

With a hand threaded through the hairs at the base of your scalp, Yunho lazily thrust in and out of your wet mouth. You kept your head as still as possible while you allowed him to fuck you in your throat, drool dribbling down your chin.

It was a sight that Johnny didn't think he could hold off from any longer. His hardened cock ached at the sight of it, pressing against the front of his sweatpants as he slowly moved behind you.

Your arms shook slightly on the hardwood floor beneath your knees and Yunho released you to check in, a soft and concerned expression appearing on his handsome face as he brushed your hair out of the way. You smiled appreciatively as you took in deep, heaving breaths of air. You gave him a slight nod as your lips and lungs recovered from their sore state and you wiped at your spit and saliva mess before returning your tongue back to his thick head. He was coated in your slickness now, and he didn't seem to mind at all, biting his bottom lip and stroking your face with the pads of his thumb. You would take that as an encouragement to continue.

"Fuck, baby," Johnny started. "After you finish sucking Yunho off, we're moving this to the bedroom." He patted the side of your hips before grabbing one ass cheek and roughly smacking the fatness of the cheek before moving aside. "You've got an appointment with my cock next and I've had to sit back and watch far too long today as it is," he grumbled impatiently.

Your pussy clenched around emptiness and you whined around Yunho's dick, knowing how insatiable and demanding Johnny could be. Sex with Yunho was intimate and slow and sweet, just like their dates. But with Johnny, you didn't have that patience. He was always ravenous and starved for you, and you could never stop him from getting a piece of you whenever the both of you are alone.

The thought of your other lover with the same attitude was making your heart race, pumping your blood at rapid speed until your pussy was gushing out for the both of them. The harder you sucked Yunho's dick, the deeper he groaned, praising and adoring every move of your head, neck, and lips as you pushed him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. It had been weeks since the last time Yunho came in your mouth, and you were not disappointed.

"Yeah, baby," he whimpered. He thrust his pelvis forward one more time and spilled his hot white load over your tongue, filling your mouth to the point where you're practically drinking him. You took your time drinking him down, licking and sucking until every drop of him had been drained. "Ah, fuck. Yes."

"Yunho," you called softly when you let him slip out of your mouth. A sliver of white cum stained the corner of your lips. He lifted you to your feet and smeared it on his finger before placing his digit back into the warmth of your lips. You licked every trace of cum and spit from his finger with your warm, pink tongue, making him chuckle.

Johnny smacked the side of your hip a little more urgently the second time. "Alright, baby. Bedroom."

"Wait." You stopped him.

His lips flattened into a firm line. You smiled in response and gently gripped the wrist of the hand holding you. "What is it?"

"Your turn," you said sweetly.

"You can suck me off when I have you in the bedroom," Johnny suggested, tugging on your waist in the direction of the bedroom.

"But John~" you pouted with a whine.

That got a groan out of him and it seemed to do the trick in winning him over. Within seconds, he had you slung over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

"How can a giant man like you move so fucking fast," you grunted, shimmying your legs.

He spanked one cheek as a warning. It made your stomach flutter in anticipation. "Don't worry about it. Your bed is waiting. And so am I."

When he threw you on top of the bed, you laid there and allowed your two gorgeous men to strip off every last item of clothing. Even though they had both already seen your body several times, it was making your cheeks flame hot just thinking about the next steps they had in mind for you. Johnny tossed aside the fabric of your pants and panties while Yunho unhooked your bra and gently pressed a kiss to one of your breasts, causing you to shiver beneath them.

Yunho opened his mouth and ran his warm tongue over your erect nipples. A throaty moan fell from your lips. He chuckled, grabbing both of your breasts into his large palms and squeezing, kneading the supple flesh while his tongue swirled around a pink tip.

"Our sweet baby is very excited," Johnny commented as he watched Yunho sucked on your nipple. "All of this is for the two of us? That's quite generous, princess."

You tried your best to glare at him with your half-lidded, sex filled eyes. Johnny sat back against your headboard with a hand lightly placed on his pelvis. His dick was standing straight up, rock hard and throbbing. "Come on, babe. You said it's my turn."

You crawled in front of him and gripped the bottom of his shaft. Johnny grinned as you slowly wrapped your lips around the thick head of him. "Fuck yes. Keep those pretty lips warm, love."

He gazed at the pretty sight of your lips, his hands pulling and stroking and yanking on the ends of your hair until he was fully sheathed in the welcoming warmth of your mouth and tongue. Your spit coated every inch, and Johnny moaned your name, eyes fluttering shut, the sounds of your sucking making his heart hammer quickly. His cock slipped in and out of your mouth over and over again as you moved a hand to wrap your fingers around what your lips couldn't reach, making him tremble with pleasure.

"There you go. Goddamn it feels so good," Johnny grunted. He looked at Yunho who was waiting patiently for a chance with you next, staring with his big round eyes. "Yunho, don't stand there. Finger her pussy or eat her out man."

You hummed at the thought of Yunho's tongue teasing your folds and making you lose yourself all over his mouth and face, a tremble coming from your knees and legs. He approached you from the end of the bed, rubbing your bare thighs and squeezing them tight. His fingertips worked their way over the damp, sensitive spot in between. The sudden sensation of his thumbs touching your pussy made you gasp and moan around Johnny's dick, but your older boyfriend only smiled smugly.

"Just as I thought," Johnny commented, beginning to thrust into your mouth and relishing how hot your cavern felt around his member. "You love Yunho eating out that dripping little pussy, don't you?"

You whined in between moans around his length, hips jerking forward and backwards as a tongue lightly traced the swollen area around your clit. You lifted your bottom half up so that your lover could hold the thick curve of your thighs as his tongue pressed against you.

"Hell yes, princess. Fuck," Johnny groaned deeply, letting his head fall back and resting a large palm atop your head. "Does my dick taste good? Does it, baby? Open wide," he rasped.

A pool of saliva and pre-cum had coated Johnny's thick shaft as you began to pick up the pace of sucking his cock while a tongue lapped at your dripping core and plump folds. It was overwhelming having Johnny force himself deep into your mouth, and feeling him grunt and growl from below you. But you kept on sucking, closing your lips firmly around the thick, sensitive head of him each time before swirling the soft underside of your tongue underneath him.

"Say you want Yunho to put his tongue in your pretty pussy," Johnny urged in a husky voice.

"Babe," you could hear the whining from Yunho's voice. It makes you dizzy with want and desire. The other man's cock jerked on your tongue. Johnny grunted and petted the crown of your hair. "I'm listening," the younger man urged.

"Fuck," you mumbled in-between your moans. You had an aching in your center for Yunho's mouth and touch all over your wet pussy. "Please. Please, Yunho. Eat me, lick my cunt, put your tongue in me, please."

"That's it," Johnny held onto your hair and was rocking into the heat of your mouth with his eyes glued to Yunho below you. "Make our pretty baby feel good, Yunho."

You didn't want to blink and miss one second as you saw the taller man position his head between your thighs and drape his full upper lip around your clitoris. He lapped with his tongue and massaged the little bundle of nerves, causing your thighs to twitch in his hands. The grip on your thigh only grew tighter as his wet mouth pressed in further.

And oh, god.

When his long fingers began to slip up inside, pressing down on the rough patch of skin that had your back arching and you feeling so much pleasure, your lips fell open and you completely lost yourself and became completely unfocused on the cock between your lips. Your eyes fluttered, threatening to fall shut in bliss. The older man shifted and watched you with dark eyes and a small smile.

"Look at you, princess," he started, nudging his thumb against your lip and sighing in delight when it fell open and he shoved the digit between your lips. He palmed himself as he observed the expressions on your face and felt his cock began to pulse from how amazing your lips looked stretched and wet. "Good girl, that's our pretty baby. Yunho's gonna make you come, isn't he? Cum all over his face, baby."

"Yes, John," you whispered obediently, pulling your body together again and hollowing your cheeks before dropping your warm mouth down on his length once again. Johnny moaned quietly as you began to suck. His hips jutted slightly forward into the slickness of your eager, compliant, wet mouth, and you felt a gentle rumble come from the base of his throat in satisfaction.

Yunho's breath suddenly touched your exposed pussy again, causing your nerves to set ablaze, a fiery trail following him down. One arm wraps itself tightly around your thigh and you moan, beginning to suck on the member that was still shoved into your mouth in appreciation. "Baby, you taste so good." He circled his tongue around the hood of your clit, flicking over it a couple times and pushing down firmly. The movement and pressure drew another deep groan from your lungs, vibrating around Johnny's cock and making the man above you curse loudly.

Johnny tugged your head by the roots of your hair, panting hotly. "Sweetheart, get ready. Fuck—"

Before Johnny could give you his last warning, hot seed shot from his tip, filling your mouth. Some dribbled past the corners of your lips and down your chin while the rest was dutifully swallowed. You licked up all that spilled and were careful to be gentle, working on cleaning his pulsing member with your soft and slick lips. Johnny petted your head and groaned softly. He was proud of you, and the best part was watching how wet you were becoming just by pleasuring him.

Johnny pulled his dick away to give Yunho a chance to finish you off. You turned to see Yunho moving his lips around the area, spreading apart and dipping inside. His long fingers curled and straightened back again, slowly caressing and touching you, and you're starting to cry out and shake from pleasure as his tongue works your clit relentlessly. A long and wanton moan leaves your body. Your core clenched and quaked at his skillful lips and fingers. You were a mess by the end, letting the last tremors pass through your body as he slowly stroked your slit in tender circles and loving brushes with his thumbs, working through every pulse and aftershock and encouraging it with soft kisses placed along your inner thighs.

After cleaning Johnny off with your mouth, you turned to see Yunho gazing up at you, chin glistening with your juices. There was a loving smile on his boyish features and then his lanky figure was sliding over you and meeting you for a deep kiss. You hummed when your lips slid together in the midst of exploring the sweetness of the other's mouths.

"It feels different tonight," Yunho mumbled. "With Johnny-hyung here."

"In a good or bad way, Yunho?" You cupped his face, rubbing his cheekbones softly with your thumbs.

His tongue darted out to taste the lingering sweetness on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. "It's good," he admitted, a hint of bashfulness in his voice. "Maybe it's because all three of us are here together, sharing this intimacy. This is the first time I've seen Johnny with you like this." A nervous laugh escaped him. "Don't get me wrong, but I don't want him to have you all to himself." He mumbled the last part, pressing his forehead against yours, their noses brushing, while Johnny's hand gently swept away the hair from your face, leaving a tender kiss on your temple.

"We're just getting started. You and I, we can't let her catch her breath." A warm chuckle emanated from Johnny's chest as you crawled further up his lap to straddle him. He made sure to show Yunho his eye smile in appreciation. His lips lightly brushed the shell of your ear when he murmured hotly against it.

"Plus, she likes when I'm rough with her. You're more the...soft and romantic type. Though I know you're a bit more rough than the average Joe," his eyebrow rose with a pointed look at your thighs. He studied your naked, wanting form with darkening orbs before adding, "But still, baby-doll needs more. Right, sweetheart?"

Your jaw clenched. "Johnny, please," you answered quietly, voice sounding small and high-pitched.

A mischievous glint passed the older man's gaze as he spread the lips of your labia, and a smirk of his lips appeared upon seeing your pink insides clench around air and drip for something to stuff you. "Tell us what you want, Y/N." His index finger slipped between your swollen, tender lips and circled around the ring of muscle that made you shudder. "We won't know if you don't tell us. Is it my cock you need or his? Or both?"

"Fuck me," you muttered, gazing up at their handsome features. "With both of you, together. At the same time. Fuck me until I'm screaming," you whimpered.

Johnny grinned. "There it is. So feisty tonight. My cock hungry girl needs to get her needs taken care of. She needs both of us inside her at once. Do you like that, sweet girl?"

"Fuck, Johnny," You nodded. "Yes, yes, that's what I want," you purred, fingers brushing over the bones of his collar.

"Can you handle the both of us?" the young man questioned seriously. "We'll both break you, and I wouldn't forgive myself if we ever hurt you in any way."

He caressed your cheek with his rough fingers. The back of his knuckle lightly stroked the column of your neck as he examined all of your beautiful curves.

"I promise I want this," you muttered, focusing on the heated touch on your skin. "I can take you, Yunho. Both of you. Just...let's get moving before I die from being empty."

Johnny let out a small laugh, his hands at your hips. "Okay, sweetheart. But the second this goes wrong, if anything is uncomfortable for you, no more, alright?"

You grinned, teeth raking along your plump, bottom lip, and rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

You pulled him forward and attached your lips to his before switching around to pull on Yunho and draw the younger man in with an even longer kiss. "Please, I need both of your big dicks stuffed in me. My poor little cunt and ass is lonely without you guys and I really really badly need to be fucked," you finished off by putting extra emphasis on the syllables to add in an extra dramatic flair.

Their smiles only turned into playful growls.

"Then let us fill your needy pussy and ass up and have you bouncing on both of us at the same time," Johnny purred, leaning in close and leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses down the crook of your neck, paying special attention to the junction where it met your shoulder. Johnny nuzzled at the expanse of your neck, his large hands gripping your hips to lower you down on his dick.

"Fuck, John~" you hissed under your breath, clawing his shoulders.

"Tightest little cunt I've ever had the pleasure of fucking," he rubbed his nose gently on the apple of your cheek. "Hold on tight, sweetheart. Yunho is behind you, ready to play with your cute, tight ass."

He kissed your lips softly before swiping his tongue inside your warm cavern and finding your wet one to greet his with an eager slide and sliver. You moaned into his mouth and closed your eyes to relish the feeling.

At the same time, the sound of a cap opening caught your attention, making you peek and catch Yunho squeeze a generous amount of clear, gel-like fluid from a bottle over your ass. A warm thumb immediately pushed into the ring of muscle there to make sure the lube gets nicely coated and rubbed into the entrance. The thumb soon turned into a couple fingers thrusting inside you, slowly scissoring apart to widen you in preparation for another body part, stretching the walls of your hole. You began to pant, toes curling against the duvet cover and palms gripping Johnny tighter as Yunho pressed forward, moving his lubed member to your ass to begin the first push. The tip was at your entrance, waiting.

"Deep breaths, babe," the younger man instructed.

"Do it. Fuck me in the ass, Yunho, please. I'm ready," you huffed out, nodding your head eagerly as Johnny pressed soothing and loving kisses against your throat. You wanted to be full, and now.

Johnny lifted his gaze over your shoulder. He watched the careful expression on Yunho's face, tipping his head to the side. "Slow. And steady," he reminded with a nod of his head.

Yunho smiled slightly, sending him a grin as a way to communicate, 'Don't worry, Hyung, I got this,' in return before turning his gaze back to you. His palm skimmed over your ass, squeezing one cheek and causing you to moan from the pressure. His large and lubricated cock nudged and pushed its way into your tight ring. The stretch burned as Yunho finally thrust into your tight hole.

"It feels amazing," you whispered, whining. He started out shallow before pushing further until his balls were brushing the curve of your bottom.

"How's this, sweet girl?" Johnny asked, brushing away the stray hairs that hung loosely around your forehead as he pulled away. He smoothed his palm on the surface of the skin.

Your hips begin to push against Johnny, seeking the friction and push inside your pussy as your hole and insides are gradually stretched by Yunho's big member. A low rumble began in Johnny's chest, chuckling at your eagerness and lust.

"Don't stop," you said quietly, shifting a little. "More."

Both men grunted from the friction and pace. "Our greedy, cockhungry girl," Johnny observed with an amused smirk. His grip on your hip tightened. He added, "Tell me how we're doing. I want you to talk me and Yunho through everything. Okay, babe?" He guided your head and cupped a hand at the back of it.

"Big," you tried not to moan. "So...so thick and big. It feels full. God, this is exactly what I need."

"Really? How good does this feel? Tell us, sweet thing," his gaze darkened with desire, enjoying the pleasured face that formed when his cockhead knocked your cervix.

"Fuucckkkk,” you moaned.

"Use your words, precious," Johnny urged, his voice a low, husky growl.

You could hear the moans from the taller man behind you. He leaned in closer, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. "Is it good, baby?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "I've wanted this to happen. Being sandwiched between both of you. Finally, finally," you couldn't hold back the moan that ripped out of your lungs. "All I could think about was coming home to my boys. Having my two men fuck me. Taking turns with my mouth and holes. I never knew that I wanted a dick in every hole but right now, I need it."

"Good fucking girl," Johnny muttered in agreement. He tilted his head down, and captured a nipple in-between his lips. He sucked deeply while he bobbed his head and swirled his tongue against the sensitive skin there. You arched your back at the contact. "Does this feel nice? Does Yunho filling up that tight ass feel good? You're a dirty girl, sweetheart. Getting the two of us together so that you can be taken care of like this. Getting double teamed."

"Please, I want it so much," you pleaded. "I want it deep and hard."

He smiled gently at you and petted your hair, pushing it from the beads of sweat dripping onto your temple. "Don't worry, sweet girl. You'll get the entire load from us."

You felt a kiss pressed onto the center of your sweaty back, causing your hips to twitch as pleasure and lust traveled in waves throughout your body, moving further with each stroke from both sides.

"Love you like this," Yunho said in a thick voice. "Bent over and taking two cocks."

Johnny's lip curled back to reveal his white teeth as he breathed hard. "She takes them so well, doesn't she?" He gazed down between your thighs where you were sandwiched against him. "Her cunt is sucking me so tightly while you fuck that ass like that. Does that feel nice, sweetheart?"

Your fingers roamed over the bones of his shoulder blade before traveling down. "Ohhh...yes, Johnny, oh yes...it's so good, feels so fucking good," you moaned.

You moaned as both cocks begin moving faster. Yunho pushing forward from behind and Johnny pushing in at the same time, the tip of their lengths meeting just at the exact spot that would make you lose your senses. Yunho's front was covering the plane of your back, allowing the ridges of the dips between his abs to press and rub on you, sticking and sliding on the layers of sweat that developed from the movements of bodies rubbing and thrusting against one another. His balls smacked at the line of skin between your two entrances.

"Your poor pussy, and your tiny hole," Johnny was groaning. "Look how our pretty baby-doll has to accommodate the both of us." He thumbed your bottom lip. His gaze was on Yunho. "Not a fucking word about us stopping."

"Fuck no," you mewled, fingers gripping on Johnny's biceps. "If you stop now, I'll hate you both."

They didn't speak more but looked into one another's gazes. You could tell from the twinkle in the men's eyes, Yunho with his large, round puppy eyes and Johnny with his trademark mischievous, bedroom orbs, that the two were getting into a rhythm with each other, synchronizing the movements of their thrusts so both men would thrust in simultaneously at the same time instead of taking turns.

And, you found yourself more stimulated and satisfied by the both of them when they moved inside you together. "Oh, fuck, please."

Their heads both lowered and left simultaneous marks along your shoulders, not minding or bothering to avoid one another, tongues tasting the salt that formed at their spots, biting harsh enough for a bruise to form, licking over it as a consolation after they were done. They took their time adoring your body. And you let them.

And when they heard you calling their names, chanting, whispering, and muttering in their ears while they pressed kisses wherever and whenever they could find available spots on your body to lavish, they couldn't resist continuing the affection.

The whole time, both Johnny's and Yunho's deep and sultry voices urged you on to keep your eyes open while their cocks kept stuffing you with pleasure, filling the room with the noise of lewd, slapping sounds, grunting and cursing and dirty talks, their little remarks filled with praises about your pretty, pretty skin, or their wet tongues dragging along their own swollen lips, the taste and sight of you overwhelming their senses and making them feel completely light headed.

"Give her all you can," the older man whispered. The young man behind you listened and gripped at the globes of your ass and pulled apart to open up a little space to drill in deeper, thrusting his length deeper inside you while the man below you kept up his steady and measured pace, plowing upwards in a familiar, methodical way. They knew how to fuck you. And the three of you were here, exploring what worked for you and what you craved. "Stuff her full until there's nothing left."

"Fuck...yes. My god," you groaned.

Yunho cursed in agreement and whispered hoarsely.

Johnny gave one of your breasts a firm squeeze. He rolled and played with the soft flesh in his palm. "You've been taking us so well, babe."

Yunho gripped at the long locks at the base of your neck. The bed rocked harder when he pushed himself forward, almost bending your smaller form over Johnny's, the motion pressing down the front of his broad, muscular chest at the middle of your upper back.

"Still good, angel?" Yunho placed kisses to the side of your neck. "Is this what you wanted all this time? Me and Johnny-hyung fucking and using your holes at the same time?"

You shuddered and groaned. The stimulation had begun to make you ache in a way that almost had you buckling your legs. "Yes..."

"Angel," his mouth lowered to the top of your spine and dropped kisses over the hills of your vertebrae. "This is amazing. Fucking you and feeling your ass squeeze me the same way your dripping little cunt sucks and sucks on me." He pumped his hips, adding the rest. "Fuck, baby."

"Shit, shit. Just like that, come on," Johnny encouraged the two of you to keep moving faster, hands pushing at your waist to slam you on his throbbing length even harder and more relentlessly. "This pretty baby is being used by us at the same time right now. This gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous human. So fucking good, keeping your legs open for two, huge dicks."

"Gonna...gonna come," your mouth fell open as your hips shook and vibrated with so many sensations as your nerves grew hot and sensitive. You weren't going to be able to last any longer and held Johnny and Yunho even tighter, urging them to fuck you quicker.

"Already?" A low chuckle rumbled from the chest below you. "Come for us then."

Johnny's dark eyes traveled past the bridge of your neck and his expression locked eyes with Yunho. You watched from over your shoulder and saw him give a nod. A few seconds later, the other young man, with his curls clinging to his dampened forehead, stopped kissing the spot between your neck and shoulder to pull his mouth away, placing his chin right above your back. Their pace continued. "Show us what a mess you make when you fall apart with two big, fat cocks filling you up and stretching your tight, greedy pussy and ass."

"I need you, baby. Want you to come hard all over Johnny-hyung and me, now," you heard Yunho's voice in your ear. You glanced and watched his tongue rake over his swollen bottom lip. You're ready. Your legs grew weaker as the knot that grew and grew at the pit of your stomach was about to unravel. A guttural, low moan was stuck in your throat when you heard the younger man add a firm demand, "Come."

When you heard his command in the midst of his heated breaths tickling the rim of your ear, you did as you were told. Johnny began moving faster while Yunho slammed his thick, long member deep in your ass at the same time. Your chest heaved violently when it released a huge breath of air and let out a cry of intense pleasure while the men underneath and behind you followed close behind with a growl of their own, hands squeezing you tightly and then their release mixing with yours as it spilled between the three of you, hot and messy, warm, and filling, leaving your inner thighs drenched and covered in the thick, sticky white substance.

You moaned and gulped and allowed Yunho to slide his now limp cock from you first while Johnny wrapped an arm around your waist and rolled over. He had you lay on the mattress first and pulled out next with a wet sound.

"Fuck, I've never come so hard in my entire life," you finally managed to speak out. You giggled at them with a goofy grin. "The both of you are absolute angels and devils with what you did, but I think that was the best fuck I've ever had so far."

Both of their smirks only widened as the satisfied laughter emanated from their chests. Yunho's hand roamed, pushing aside some of the strands that stuck to your flushed and sweaty face. He caressed your temple. "Glad to please. Though, that was good for me too," he added, brushing away the droplets that rolled off your chin.

"Wow, you did well. Took both of us just perfectly, didn't you?" Johnny's finger ghosted around the outline of your body. "How are you doing?" He questioned carefully. "Still feel okay?"

You grinned back and pecked both men at their cheeks, laughing out loud. "I need a bath and my sheets need to be replaced."

"Let us take care of that," Yunho nuzzled his nose into the space between your neck and shoulder. He grinned cheekily. "You want a bath right now or later? It's your choice."

"Well...I still have energy. Enough for one more," you admitted with a sly grin.

"No way. Nuh-uh." Johnny's jaw dropped and his gaze widened in disbelief. He clicked his tongue as his fingers trailed over the red marks forming on your thighs. "My dick will fall off. You're impossible."

"Wow. Way to make it sound romantic, Johnny." You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed him.

He laughed. "My apologies. Shall we get clean, then, beautiful? We can shower, the three of us, and help you with your neediness," he added with a raised eyebrow.

"Sounds perfect," you sighed as he cupped his warm palm at the back of your neck, a flurry of soft pecks raining onto the sides of your face.

Yunho let out a husky laugh. His features grew dimmer and darker while his tone gained a teasing, playful edge. "In the shower...hmmm. Can't promise she'll be quiet though, hyung."

"Wanna bet? A pretty baby like you can be good, can't you?" Johnny murmured, his voice husky and his orbs holding a smoldering, intimate gaze while he stroked the lines of your lips with a teasing and very fleeting touch.

You simply hummed with an eager smile on your lips as they took care to lift and lead you to the bathroom.

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bad-euphoria · 10 months ago

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YUTA in every NCT music video ↳ 2 baddies.

#yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct127 #nct #nct yuta #yuta nct #*#yutaeverymv #tw flashing #tw eyestrain #heymax #userbexrex #.ny #.2 baddies #the mission continues <3 #(i didn't forget i just got layzee) (forgive me)

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sunshyni · 4 months ago

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QUAL SEU DESEJO?

Mark Lee × Fem!Reader | Br!Au | ⚠️ SUGESTIVO ⚠️

PALAVRAS | 0.5k

NOTINHA DA SUN | Então pessoal, passei do ponto pela primeira vez com um sugestivo KKKK Não vou dar muito spoiler, espero que vocês gostem!

Boa leitura, docinhos! 💋

— Você só tem essa carinha de santo, né? — você perguntou a Mark, que pousou a mão na sua bunda em um abraço que deveria ter sido inocente, mas nada com ele era assim. Vocês estavam na casa dos seus pais, em um churrasco de família tradicional, onde a música tocava alto e as crianças gritavam umas com as outras. Você gostava de ter uma família grande porque, pelo menos, ninguém repararia em Mark te apalpando daquele jeito descarado.

— Me deixa meter em você, vai — você detestava palavras chulas, mas Mark era um vagabundo e até te fazia dizer algumas também. Sempre foi do tipo tímida, e um amigo disse que você deveria se juntar com alguém cara de pau, e ali estava Mark Lee, que entrou em um curso tecnólogo com você de um jeito e sairia de outro, te namorando, na sua cama todas as noites sem a permissão dos seus pais, e com uma barbinha rala que te deixava louca porque ele ficava espetacular.

— Mark, pelo amor de Deus — você chiou em um sussurro, e ele te conduziu até as escadas da sua casa. Roubou um morango da cozinha, onde sua mãe fazia uma torta da fruta, e subiu os degraus ainda com a mão conectada na sua. Quando chegaram no seu quarto, ele sentou na sua cama, te puxou para cima e te beijou, as duas mãos juntas. Você o empurrou lentamente, fazendo com que Mark deitasse as costas no colchão.

— Levanta um pouco o quadril — aquilo foi mais uma ordem do que um pedido. Você ergueu uma sobrancelha. — Porra, tá tanta gritaria lá fora que ninguém vai perceber que a gente sumiu. Vamô transar. É só colocar pro ladinho essa...

— Tá afobado por quê, amor? — você perguntou, mas mesmo assim fez o que ele pediu, posicionando seus íntimos na mesma direção, simulando o contato com uma rebolada longa. Mark sorriu, gostou do que fez, fechou os olhos e colocou a mão na têmpora, como se dissesse “essa mina é um problema”, e você realmente era. Mark realmente não deu atenção para o que as pessoas diziam, que as tímidas eram as piores.

— Vem cá, me beija, por favor — o fato de ele ter sido gentil o bastante para adicionar um “por favor” fez você sorrir de orgulho. Você se aproximou, o beijou com calma e se afastou, não sem antes mordiscar o lábio inferior dele no processo.

Ainda de olhos fechados, ele admitiu:

— O que é que tem nesse seu beijo, hein? — ele perguntou e te puxou de volta quando você fez menção de se separar. A mão dele foi parar entre vocês dois, adentrou sua saia, afastou pro ladinho e colocou dois dedos em forma de anzol, o que te fez arfar de repente. Você não esperava que ele fosse tão imprudente.

— Me fala seus desejos, amor — ele te beijou, movimentando os dedos, socando e tocando, te deixando maluca e sem nenhum pensamento rondando a mente. — Me fala que eu concedo todos.

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10byten · 30 days ago

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Soft Spot for u

- When you started college, one of the student associations assigned you a senior mentor. Back then, you never thought you'd still be friends with him as you enter your final year, while he’s already long graduated. Even less that he’d be the guy of your dreams—the one who makes your heart race. -

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You’ve never been much of a party girl. Well, not in the “nightlife scene” kind of way. But a night owl ? That’s totally you. Staying up late doing all the things the daytime doesn’t allow ? That’s your jam. Especially when you’re spending those nights with him.

Since your freshman year, Yuta has been your go-to for late-night hangs: studying, laughing, bickering, drinking, and dancing. You quickly adapted to his vibe - even though, unlike you, he thrives in the nightlife. He loves hopping from on-campus parties to the city’s best clubs. For Yuta, you’d adjust to anything. Normally, you’re not big on people or physical contact, but with him, it’s different.

The first time he asked you to join him at a party, you tagged along, thinking, Why not? At least I’ll have a story to tell. You didn’t like dancing in public—the stares, the unwanted touches—but his touch? That was different. Before long, you were showing up to every party he invited you to, becoming a campus party regular.

Little did they know, you hated parties. You only went for him. For those moments on the dancefloor when his hands rested protectively on your hips, silently warning other guys to back off. It drove you crazy that it felt more big brotherly than anything else. But when you danced together, something shifted. He wasn’t being protective—just… present.

You’ve always wanted to make a move, but the fear of losing him held you back. If he hadn’t made the first move, it probably meant your feelings weren’t mutual. Right? But honestly, just being by his side was better than being with anyone else.

Yuta changed you—not just in how you see relationships, but in how you see life. He was more than a mentor for academics; he pulled you out of your comfort zone and into a brighter, more open world.

Waiting for him to pick you up tonight, you’re lost in thought, touching up your makeup as Keshi’s Soft Spot plays in the background. Your phone buzzes.

Yuta: Be there in 2 mins, love.

You grin, his name lighting up your screen. Gosh, this man owns my heart.

When you hop on his bike, he whistles, eyes raking over your silver sequin dress.

“You planning to set the campus on fire tonight? I don’t remember telling you to outshine me, little miss.”

“No one’s hotter than you, Yuta.” You flirt back, the way you always do when he compliments you. It gives you butterflies every time.

He smirks, giving you a playful smack on the thigh. “Flattery’ll get you far, baby. Keep it up.”

At the party, Yuta, as usual, commands attention. Walking in with him feels like entering as a rockstar’s date—his magnetic aura turning every head. You join his friends—Johnny, Taeyong, Doyoung—who’ve already lined up shots.

Johnny hands you a suspiciously colorful concoction. You sniff it. “Johnny, is this safe? Because I really don’t want to start the semester in the ER.”

Everyone laughs, and Taeyong teases, “Sometimes I forget you’re still in school. Those were the days…”

Shots clink, faces grimace, and the party kicks off. But soon, the buzz, the chaos, and the alcohol start working their magic on your senses. All you want is to dance—with him.

The noise, the games, the music, the chaos of people chatting and singing along, all the stuff happening around you, mixed with the alcohol buzzing in your veins, has your senses on high alert. And now, you only want one thing—to dance with him. You’ve shared him with the crowd long enough, and now it’s your turn. Just you and him, in your world, even if it’s just for a bit.

You leave Jungwoo and Kai behind, still going at that ridiculous card game where every rule somehow ends in "take a sip." It’s funny as hell, you can admit that, but nah—right now, you need him. It’s all you can think about.

You find him at the bar, mid-conversation. You head toward him, sitting by the counter, your mind racing with one single thought: you wanna throw your arms around his neck and kiss him like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. His legs are spread like he’s waiting just for you, a couple of messy strands of hair falling into his eyes, and his half-unbuttoned shirt teasing you with a glimpse of that stunning belly piercing and a peek at his tattoo.

You stop in front of him, hesitating for a second. He’s still chatting with Taeyong but doesn’t miss a beat, sliding an arm around your waist like, yeah, I know you’re here. That little gesture? making you go crazy, and without a second thought, grab his wrist and pull him to the dancefloor. Pressed against him, your bodies move in sync, his hands on your hips, his breath on your neck. Butterflies? More like fireworks.

He’s totally getting with your vibe, moving with you like he’s reading your mind. When you turn around, you catch that huge smile lighting up his face—and wow, it’s the kind of smile that hits you right in the gut. He’s loving this moment, and it’s setting off a full-on butterfly storm in your stomach.

You kinda wish his smile wasn’t this attractive, this unfairly cute, this stupidly sexy. Because all you can think about is kissing him senseless. Like, right now.

You keep getting closer, grinding up against him more, and for some reason tonight, you’re feeling extra bold. You slide your fingers into his, guiding his hand to trace your curves in a way that’s definitely more suggestive than usual. Yuta doesn’t just go along with it—he’s into it. His response is all green lights, like his body is totally in tune with yours, wanting this as much as you do.

You feel his breath on your neck as you press your back against his chest, and yeah, it’s short. Is he... out of breath because of you? The thought sends a shiver down your spine, and without even thinking, you push your hips back against him, swaying like it’s second nature.

And then you feel it—him. Hard. For you.

That’s the last green light you need. You turn, locking eyes, fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him, pouring years of longing into it. He kisses back—hungry, desperate.

Next thing you know, you’re in a dimly lit laundry room, pinned against the door as his lips crash back onto yours. His hands are everywhere, his voice dripping with desire.

He kisses you again, and this time it’s pure, raw desire. Like, where the hell has he been hiding all this? Not that it matters—you’re practically melting in his hands. Your skin’s on fire, and it feels like your blood is boiling. He’s gonna make you explode, like you’re some freaking nuclear reactor on the verge of meltdown.

The only way you can even begin to handle this insane craving is by biting his bottom lip, cutting the kiss short. He pulls back just enough to look at you, and there’s this spark in his eyes that makes your breath hitch.

“I didn’t know you had this bad girl side,” he says, smirking. “You’ve always been my sweet, innocent Y/n.”

“Not that innocent I guess, if only you knew about my dirty secret.”

“Hmm tell me more baby” you smile hearing the petname he gave you, you love it soo much.

“I touch myself so many times, soaking my panties, just thinking ‘bout you”

He groan “You didn’t.”

“I can’t even count how many times since I know you, you’re my favorite fantasm.” You say a lil bit shyly.

He looks into your eyes, a proud smile on his face. “Then allow me to make the fantasy come true.” He takes hold of your dress, so small that it doesn't take much effort for him to expose your already soaked thong. He slides two fingers over your pussy to caress you through the fabric.

“You’ve been holding out on me, huh?” he growls, fingers brushing against the lace of your underwear.

“Only for you, daddy,” you whisper, testing the nickname that’s been on your mind for way too long.

He freezes, then smirks. “Gosh, you’re gonna drive me insane.”

You've never been so willing in your life. You only dream of one thing: his tongue on you and IN you. He lifts your leg and places it on his shoulder to get better access. You feel his breath on your inner thigh and you moan at the sensation alone.

“Oh god.” He look at you, from the bottom and smirk “You can call me Yuta.” And with those words he wraps your whole soaking pussy in his mouth. First he eats you through the fabric of your thong. Then, using his fingers, he shifts it to the side. He flicks his tongue up and down your folds and then concentrates on your clitoris, sucking gently. The stimulation sends you into heaven, you feel as if you've left this earth. And then he starts playing at your entrance with one of his fingers, looking at you “Want me to get inside baby girl?”

“Yes, please, yes !”

“Your wish is my command.”

He takes hold of your clit again, nibbling lightly, then gently and deliciously slides a finger into your pussy, soon adding a second, which you welcome as a blessing. You try to be as quiet as possible, but your little cries and sobs excite Yuta even more. He picks up the pace and eats you up like he's starving, tasting you like you’re his last meal, you’re trembling. Soon you feel your orgasm coming on and you press down on Yuta's shoulder as if to let him know you're about to burst. He smiles, "Let it go baby, I'm here for you.” You feel the most powerful orgasm you've ever had in your life rushing through you. And this time you can't help yourself, you moan his name out loud and pray that no one else walks by at the same time. He stands up and sucks on each of his two fingers in front of you. Then he slides his tongue back into your mouth.

“I think you can still feel yourself on my tongue, so much that I've sucked you in.” You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting more, but Yuta slows the pace. “Maybe we should slip away before we're noticed.

You slip out quietly, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone. On the way back, you’re still all sensitive from the way he completely wrecked you earlier. When Yuta pulls up in front of your dorm, he looks a little more hesitant than before. Still, you invite him to come up with you for a bit.

As you close the door to your apartment, you see him sitting on the couch, his hands covering his face like he’s deep in thought. But you don’t stop to overthink it—he’s already given you too much tonight for you to back down now. You climb onto his lap and kiss him, slow and intense. He kisses you back but suddenly pulls away.

“Wait,” he says, looking at you seriously. “I need to understand what’s happening here. Like, what are we doing right now?”

You stare at him, confused. “Do you want a diagram or something?”

“No, I mean, seriously. Isn’t this, like, a bad idea? I’m older than you, and you’re totally wasted. I am too, actually.”

“So what?”

“So yeah, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’ll probably regret it tomorrow. I don’t want to mess things up between us. You mean a lot to me and—”

You cut him off with a dramatic wave, making it clear he needs to stop talking immediately. “This is unreal. Stop seeing me as the clueless first-year kid who doesn’t know anything and needs a protector. Yuta, I don’t want a protector—I want you.”

He just stares at you, speechless.

“I got a soft spot for you, from the very beginning,” you continue, your voice shaking with the weight of the truth. “And honestly, I’ve been hoping every single day since we met that one day you’d wake up and feel the same. But you’ve always had this big brother vibe, and God, it’s been killing me, because I love your attention, I love how affectionate you are, and how you’re always there for me. But Yuta, I want so much more than that. I never said anything because I didn’t want to scare you off or ruin what we have. But seriously, I’ve been into you since day one. So please, stop being my bro—be my lover. Tonight, I felt like it was now or never. There was this moment, this chance, and hell, it’s my last year. I want to leave this university finally dating the guy I’ve been crushing on since freshman year. So if you’re not into it, just say it, but please stop looking at me like I’m some little kid and start seeing the woman I could be by your side.”

Yuta’s lips crash onto yours, giving you the single greatest kiss of your life.

“So you’ve been this into me for all this time, and you never said a word?” he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yuta, please. I’m not exactly the most social person, but I’ve spent practically all my time with you. I hate parties, yet I’ve been at them every week since I met you. I HATE octopus, but I learned how to make Takoyaki like a pro. I think Naruto is the most boring anime ever, but I binged every damn season. Why do you think I did all that? For who?” you shoot back, exasperated.

“Uh… sorry?” he mutters sheepishly.

“Don’t apologize. Honestly, I love most of those things now because they remind me of you, or they’re just so you. I don’t force myself. If it means spending time with you, it’s always worth it in the end.”

He smiles at you, soft and affectionate.

“I’ll admit, I’ve thought about this a lot over the years too,” he says quietly. “But the age gap always felt like too much. And I had this mentor role, you know? I didn’t want to look like some creepy older guy. More than that, I didn’t want to lose you or ruin what we have.”

Your heart pounds at his words. So he doesn’t see you as some desperate little kid, and, more importantly, the guy of your dreams feels the same way about you.

“Can you say it out loud, though? Just once?” you tease him.

“I got a soft spot for you, Y/n.”

“No, no, no, you can do better than that.”

He chuckles, running his tongue along his cheek, clearly amused but knowing you’re not letting this go.

“I got a big crush on you.”

Your smile stretches ear to ear, and you crash your lips against his again. He responds instantly, sliding his tongue against yours, his hands moving to your hips as he pulls you closer. Then, without breaking the kiss, he lifts you effortlessly and carries you to your room, laying you gently on the bed.He trails kisses along your jawline, down to your neck, and a soft moan escapes your lips. He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, “If you play your cards right tonight, sweetheart, you just might get me to admit I maybe am in love with you by the end of it.”

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