#sangyeon smut

[kcake555]

Sangyeon cake 🍰

the boyz

[sluttywonwoo]

the roster

what happens when all the guys on your roster find out about each other?

pairing: christopher bahng + lee sangyeon + choi seungcheol x f!reader warnings (updated with each part): swearing, jealousy, foursome/gang bang, competitive sex, multiple reader orgasms, exhibitionism, fingering, protected sex, oral (f receiving), face sitting/riding, tongue fucking, implied squirting, degradation

part one of three | 09.18.2024

part two of three | 10.13.2024

part three of three | upcoming [TBD]

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[houseofhugo]

ONE AFTER ANOTHER: THE BONUS CHAPTER

[ SYNOPSIS ] fast forward, your mom is at the gathering; it was only for the ladies in their batch which means only one thing: both of you are at it again.

[ PAIRING ] lee sangyeon x f!reader

[ CONTENTS AND WARNINGS ] 18+ read (smut), mdni (minors, do not interact), stepcest, stepfather!sangyeon, age gap (both are legal), pet names, shower sex, p in v sex, protected sex (reader is on a pill), mirror sex, edging (reader gives), creampie, wet sangyeon (another "yes, that's a warning")

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] who knows we'll get a bonus part? 😏

[ NAVIGATION ] PART ONE, PART TWO

The house was nature-quiet as you make your way down the stairs only in a huge towel wrapping you up from chest to knees with one arm secured at your bust. The kitchen was the first thing you would see from there. It was just like a mini-bar but without the liquor bottles. At the center of the marble-top kitchen island, there were two paper bags—one is large, one is small. You reached for the small one and ripped the paper tape-secured mouth open. You knew it was your shampoo that was inside since it's the only non-food product you asked your mom to buy before she left for their gathering today.

As you turn your whole body, you hear a door open somewhere around the corner. You didn't know which was it since the sound bounced across the place until your stepdad came walking in the frame of your sight holding a wrench in his gloved hands with hints of black grease smeared on his sweat-glossed arms. His white fit tank top, also stained with the grease, became fitter due to his sweat causing the fabric to cling onto his perspiring skin. Your eyes didn't even fail to notice his abs, pectorals, and nipples—to your surprise, they are out and erect—protruding to the white wet fabric, and the fact it's just all thin fabric makes the golden color of his skin make his top darker. There was nothing to see on his cargo pants... unfortunately.

"I thought mom drove the car." Your voice broke the silence in the room.

"Yeah, to the grocery."

"How did she get to their gathering, then?"

"Her friend came here. She gave her a ride."

You panned your eyes from his head down to his toe once again.

"So it's still not fixed? The car?"

"Yeah. I did it yesterday but it's still quite noisy when she drove it to the grocery this morning." The man inspected you from head to toe with blind reaction as if your look isn't the most obvious thing. He walked past you to go to the fridge which was at the other side of the kitchen island. He was met with the cold mist as he takes the cold pitch of water out. At the corner of his eye, he noticed that you're still looking at him like a surveillance camera. He thought of giving you a show, so instead of taking a glass from the counter, he just put the pitcher up to his nose level and tilted the beak at his open mouth. The water landed like a waterfall past his lips until it pools there, overflows, and makes its way down his chin, neck, and through the cleavage of his man tits which caused the fabric to stick more onto his skin like hell. He tilted his head back before taking a huge gulp on the cold water making sure the movement of his Adam's apple is put to show. He felt the mild negative temperature glide through his guts. He looks down at what he just did to himself before bringing his eyes up to you. Putting the pitcher down on the kitchen island, he leans over the island top with his triceps landing on the marble; he, then, inspects you from your messy tied hair to your bare feet on the wood-patterned floor.

"Taking a bath?" he casually questioned the obvious thing.

"Yeah." You swallowed your own spit. "I was... about to go upstairs."

Sangyeon straightened his posture before taking a few steps until your bodies are just an inch closer to each other. Your nose caught the reeking, bitter, and stinging scent of the mixed chemicals and such but he made it smell so perfect with his daddy face card.

"I'm done doing the car, by the way." He inspects you from your messy tied hair down to your bare feet on the varnished wooden floor. "I'm free doing you now, if you're wondering."

That was the most straightforward thing he have let out of his mouth; perhaps because getting his cock in you made him way more comfortable than he ideally should be.

You took a minute to admire his sexy mechanic look. It's impressive how he could pull this off without looking like a garbage. In fact, you couldn't even think about it because all you see is a god who is actually willing to grant all your fantasies.

"Shower?" you offered.

He took a sniff on both of his pits. "Mmh." He was displeased by his own smell but it then made him think of one thing and look at you with his lips tilted in satisfaction. "Reading the room well, pretty girl."

His low toned praise tickled your tummy and made your knees twitch.

You almost forgot about the wrench until it produced a clang on the marble top of the island as he put it there. "You can go ahead. I'll catch up. Let me just grab a condom from the store," he suggests.

"Uhm... I'm still taking the pill, actually."

You witness how his eyes thinned into a squint as his lips tilted into a smirk.

The shower stall in your personal bathroom has a built-in bathtub as the ground, so you have to hop in. The bathtub is surrounded by marbles as extensions to the rims directly connected to the walls and they are wide enough to sit on. The whole entire section is like a sauna rather than a normal bath by now because you can just turn the tub faucet warm, close the translucent glass door, rest your ass on the rim, and you have an instant relaxation zone to take out sweat; then here comes you two deciding to layer the heat with another railing session now in this limited space.

Both of you are standing naked on a thin layer of water in the tub that is slowly getting filled by the lukewarm water that is moderately rushing out of the open faucet. Your hands are rested at the rim where you are face to face with the shower valves fixed on the wall. Meanwhile, Sangyeon was standing right behind you with his knees bent and his hands pulling up the muscle under your belly to keep your ass up as he swayed his hips back and forth in a solid moderate pace which caused his massive cock with the prominent veins decorating his shaft to travel warm and raw through your walls in wet glides.

"Daddy's getting your pussy full of his cock again, baby girl. Come on, tell me you love it."

The translucent glass door was shut locked which caused the vapor to fill the stall in just a matter of seconds. The heat brought both of you to the peak of your perspiration which naturally glossed both of of your bodies as if you two were taking a bath in gallons of lube.

"I love your cock so much, daddy! Mmhhh! Please fuck me harder!" Your voice came out in whimpered waves due to repeatedly being nudged by the force of his hips.

The repeated brushing and pounding force between your folds were sent to you solid and strong that his hips are threatening to shove your face to the wall in front of you. You even almost hit your head on one of the valves, so you brought up one hand on the wall to fight his strength.

"Like this, sweetie? Is daddy doing great for my little munchkin?" His hips came clashing and snapping with your ass cheeks more often. It's like your tummy is getting blended from the insides just like how your brain feels like right now. Add his heavy testicles slapping up your clit through his pacing. Everything's starting to get magical.

You were about to attempt a word but one of his hits turned into combos on your spot and you're certain he just repositioned it somewhere inside you. Instead of letting out a simple yes, it just turned into a warm air that easily. Along with that, your legs trembled due to the electrifying force that ripples throughout your body caused by that one simple thrust. Turns out, your whole system is coming down to a wonderful mess.

"Hah, gosh, baby!" Sangyeon's hips stuttered as you sucked his whole manhood inside of you like a vacuum cleaner. Meanwhile, your hand that was rested on the wall came falling down and accidentally hit the loose shower valve in front of you causing the tilted shower head above your head to make it rain directly where his cock meets your cunt. Good thing you managed to keep your other hand on the rim so that you won't fall and hit your head on the marble.

"Ngh! Hah!" Your exclamation came out of your mouth like you were in labor and the baby inside of you was his cock but, of course, it's never the thing you want to push out;.

It's as if both of you had reached your climaxes because no one is moving at all. He was locked inside your cunt with your tensed walls, but that didn't last long as soon as the warmth relaxed your muscles which made your pussy loosen along. Both of you took the time to catch huge breaths wherein the warm mist that comes around confined in the locked stall invades both of your organs; though it brought great ease for the both of you, feeling a little bit more hot can't be filtered out by the hairs of your nostrils.

"Ready to go again, munchkin?"

You just nodded your yes with a hum for a solid confirmation.

"Want me to go slow?" he reassures.

"No."

As soon as Sangyeon picked up where he left, the strings of water that directly hit your ass made the skin slaps louder and crunchier. Though the water tickled his shaft whenever it gets exposed by pulling out, it didn't stop him to maintain composure and just fuck you with his consistent, solid, and rapid jabbing on your walls like the fucking sexual spectacle of a sexy man he is. Looking over your shoulder, you get a view of him with his hands flat on your lower back with his elbows facing outwards. His eyes were down there where his fat meat meets your throbbing heat; his big hot bun pecs are shredded by contraction which creates a temporary muscle indent at both parts of his man tits close to his underarms; a his strands had grown long making them hang over in locks as it sways along with his moves.

He actually looks hotter with longer hair. You can actually use it as a stable grip.

The skin-slapping that was immensely crisped by the falling waters has become music to your ears. You thought of turning it off since you accidentally turned it on but it just turns out to be a good accident. You then felt the surface of the water in the tub waving above your knees. The water from the faucet has filled the whole tub almost at the rim, so you lazily slapped your hand on the valve to turn it off.

"Come here," he grunts as he pulls you up from your 90-degree position making you up on your feet with your back facing him. His huge hands pulled you in where you came pressed hard onto his wet chest and six-pack only for your upper half to be pushed away so that he can get a good angle of his cock into you. The only things that kept you stable were his two hands that are wrapped around your wrists pulling your arms backwards. Looking from his view, he sees the back of a perfect girl getting her head all wet and straightened down under the falling waters from the shower. You appeared to look more delicate in his eyes from how your strands followed the shape of your head.

"Fuck, baby!" The bouncing of your ass in his sight accompanied by your back view started an orgasm build-up on his hips making him throw his head back.

"Daddy, I wanna cum."

"We can't cum in here, sweetie. We should get you out of here first."

The fast pull out of his cock out of you caused a growled yelp to escape your mouth. The sudden emptiness was such a mental and emotional pain causing you to let a solid whine that scratched your chest and throat, but Sangyeon was there to twist the shower valve off and unlock the translucent glass door before hooking an arm under your knees and under your upper back to carry you out of the shower in a bridal style. In just a matter of seconds, you could feel the warmth being replaced by the cold of the outside of the stall. Sangyeon runs a hand on your head to soothe you because he thought that sudden pull before putting you down on your weak feet in front of a vertically rectangular mirror fixed to the wall. Watching the reflection, he positions himself right behind you where he talks right at your ear. "Look in the mirror, sweetheart." He snuck a hand on one of your breasts to cup it with your nipple in between two of his fingers. "I'm sure you wanna see how daddy would use his whole body to make you feel good."

Those words were directed to your ear canals and it successfully made your little aching heart go back to greatness again. You shook your head up and down before taking a sniff.

Before your patience could even make you cry, Sangyeon interrupted it by sheathing his manhood all the way back into your cunt with just one push and it made you jump in happiness again. He bent his knees to get a good angle to push and pull his hips into you; you were just standing there watching him through the reflection working hard for your satisfaction. You can see how he is biting his lips as his eyes were darted at your ass; on the other hand, you were there subconsciously mirroring his facial expression as you harmonize with his deep moans with your high-pitched whines.

Aaaah, music.

Sangyeon's eyes came back at the mirror where he started talking to your reflections. "Fuck, munchkin! Look at that sexy body behind you."

You took the time to eye him in admiration through the mirror. He couldn't be anymore fuckable in this view. It's not just adjectival pornographic but you're like literally watching porn right now and he's the main attraction, and when he moved your ass a bit so you can have a view of his cock fucking your pussy at the reflection, there was like a camera that is taking a close-up shot right there. With your breasts still seen in the frame, he snuck his other hand on your other breast so that you now have both of him squishing and kneading your mounds as they were caged in his fingers. Your hands are on top of his as he was doing that.

"Fuck, Sangyeon!" It immediately registered to you what you just did and now, you have on hand pressed on your mouth as you kept groaning to his continuous thrusts.

You earned a mild laugh from the man that came from his chest. "Did you hear yourself, baby girl? Did you hear how beautiful my name came out of your mouth? You might wanna say it again for me."

You're already biting your lower lip behind your hand as you squeezed your eyes shut in both embarrassment and lust. That felt natural on your lips but it's still something you couldn't be used to say.

"Come on. Call me by my name, darling. Be casual to me like I'm your... what? Husband too? I'm letting myself be owned by this family now, anyway." He grabbed your leg that was facing the mirror by the thigh and carried it up to give you more view of how he is ramming his way into you. "So that means this cock is totally all yours now too. Can you believe that?"

The pressure inside your lungs due to the lack of oxygen had you enough to release all the breath you have been keeping behind that hand.

"Fuck," you whimpered.

"Fuck what?" he emphasized.

A few seconds have gone by and he didn't get any response. His sudden let go of your leg made you grab onto his forearms as he fisted his hands on the skin of your hips to solidify a couple of thrusts into you making sure it punches your walls good before abruptly stopping with his hips pressed on your ass cheeks. You are suddenly so full of cock.

"Come on. Speak up, munchkin. That's what daddy is all asking for from you," he encourages. "Let me tell you: this is a week-old load. I can reward you a fresh and overflowing creampie now if you start calling me like that. Just not in your mom's presence; we might get suspicions."

To you mom, 'dad' is the only thing pleasing and acceptable to her ears when you call Sangyeon.

Building your eagerness, you started to grind your hips against his manhood to stimulate yourself. It's like you just vaccuumed all the air in the bathroom into your nostrils before blowing it all out through your mouth with shaking whimpers from how you are hitting your own buttons yourself with a man hose twitching inside you.

"Oh, I see." He squeezed you tight in his arms before snapping his hips up to kiss and jab your cervix with his cock head.

"Shit!" You exclaimed.

"I thought you love the idea of me cumming inside you? You don't wanna get disappointed again, sweetheart." The man didn't hesitate to transform into a living jackhammer and bream your walls down with his unforgiving rapid pace. It's already making you scream with a hint of growls.

"Oh, Sangyeon! Yes! Fuuuck!"

The elder was so rewarded as he wears the smile of a winner. "Yes, munchkin! That's my name!" His thrusts eventually brought back the build up of your orgasm like a sunrise because his cock was in for the combos again on your g-spot. "GONNA. FUCK. YOU. LIKE. A. FUCKING. ANIMAL!"

"YEEESSS! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my gosh!"

FLOP!

FLOP!

FLOP!

"Faster, Sangyeon! Faster!"

SNAP!

SNAP!

SNAP!

He bundled your arms and waist by wrapping his strong muscles around them causing your back to make direct contact with his abs and tits; the mixture of warm water and sweat across his skin made you stick to him. Your forearms are the only things that can move because his arms are secured at your biceps. The position made him bury deeper and closer to you which caused all of his thrusts to not fully withdraw his cock from your walls as if you are on a plug which technically, you are. Sangyeon is now grinding on you; the motion of his cock inside you starts to get tender and tender sending you zaps of chills throughout your arching back. It's taking you to the clouds that you couldn't help but grapple your hands on the frontal muscles of his thighs which are bent on both sides of yours; you can feel them flex every time he moves. He then laid his chin on your shoulder that faces the mirror so that you can still see his handsome face while he grinds your insides with his whole length buried balls deep.

"Shit!" You screeched at the top of your lungs. "I'm gonna cum!"

You've been waiting for this; your pussy in pain of patience mixed with the pleasing delicious drag of his manhood through your walls.

"Cum, sweetie. Tickle that cock well with your release and I'll shoot straight into your pussy in no time."

Your fleshy wet walls began to contract around him as if you're gonna close for good; one factor is, of course, how he dropped those words. You then squeezed your eyes shut and chewed on your lower lip when his hands covered your whole breasts in an instant; he could be your secret bra now.

"Fuck! Fuck! Sangyeon!" you let his name scracth your throat in screams. The tension ripples throughout your body as you use your full strength to push all your juices out. Sangyeon immediately emptied you by abruptly popping his cock out with a lewd squelch and directly positioned it under your folds so that your release could hit him first before it forms puddles on the floor. He just didn't expect you would turn into a human pressure washer in an instant.

"Lay on the floor." With your hurried command, you didn't think twice to push Sangyeon down by his shoulders which he didn't hesitate to do so. The cold floor met the contrasting warmth of his back; his legs are parted and his feet are on both sides of the mirror which makes the only reflection he has is his parted big thighs with his cock centered at the frame standing proud.

"Hooo! Hah!" Despite getting fed with the temptation of shooting his cum, he tried his best to keep his cock there and catch all the tingling sensation of your release soaking his cock into a glistening and dripping hot slab of meat. He gave your tits a couple of kneads to fuel you up before one of his hands leaves to give his base a tight squeeze to prevent him from doing it as he maintained his cock under the pressure of your gushing release. For him, this is a whole new level of edging he didn't know he would survive... at least for just a moment.

"Holy shit!" His exclamation was accompanied by a few twitches of his cock. He is so huge, so it really doesn't feel like twitches. It's like he's pushing your uterus somewhere from its original displacement. You tried to play along by constricting your walls. "Ngh! No! Fuck!" Firm words came out prematurely of his mouth as they scratched their way out of his throat but he wasn't doing anything to stop you. His fingers were just having their good diggings into your skin; however, with a single effortless lift of your hips, his cock was unsheathed from your cunt leaving the hard and luscious male genitalia glistening like a crystal.

You have put your stepdad in a great position because you would then straddle him on your feet facing the mirror so you could see how you would fuck yourself on his cock for the first time. As you hold his cock to point it up right above your heat, you brush his tip across your folds which drives him more to his suppressed peak. Hearing his low groans and oh's without getting to watch his face made the situation more intriguing, and by the time you pushed yourself down on his shaft with a painfully slow pace, you could hear him getting louder behind you as you felt his fingers dig on the flesh of your hips.

"HOOO! Yes—OH, FUCK!" He sounded gutteral because he is really that close; he's just preventing himself to bust since he's not fully in you yet, but by the time you are fully sat on him with his whole cock sheathed inside you, the uncontrolled throbbing of your walls around him made his manhood tremble inside of you; however, you were too focused in earning the familiar bulge on your usually flat tummy.

You then leaned back and laid your hands on the floor at the sides of his waist level before making waves out of your hips to grind yourself on his aching cock. It hurts so much on his end that it's getting his insides grounded by the unseen force. The combination of his masculine voice, and delicate and yearning whimpers came from his own thought of his stepdaughter enjoying sexually torturing him with just two words. You just wanna tease him more.

Actually, the bathroom was quite soundproof in and out that is why you've been hearing nothing but the waters from the shower and your pleasured moans harmonizing with his. Sangyeon was fortunate to be safe from the neighboring houses when he didn't get to think through what you have told him to do and just went with whatever he thought would please you.

"NGAAAHH! HAH! FUCK! BABY!" His hands are now causing your skin to turn red by his fingers digging more into you. You just keep on grinding your hips back and forth as you turn his loudness into music.

"O-HO, YESSSS! DADDY'S GONNA CUM FOR YOU, BABY GIRL! GONNA LET YOU HAVE MY CUM ALL FOR YOURSELF!"

As you grounded your hips down on his cock while watching yourself in the mirror, his whimpers burst into screams as he grows within the confinement of your walls until he strikes your insides non-stop with his white and hot creaminess into your tight heat in consistent chunky ropes.

"Baby—FUHUUUCK!!!"

SQUELCH!

SQUISH!

SLOSH!

Sangyeon can feel his orgasm beyond his body with the floor vibrating and rumbling under his skin and the air he breathes getting warmer and warmer as he squirts his creamy cum into you. Meanwhile, you tried to tease him by slowly bringing yourself up from his cock.

"No! No! Sweetie, don't!" His hands reacted faster than light as he pressed you back down by your thighs because he suddenly felt his cum trickling down his shaft; and he was still shooting his baby batter inside you which made the trickling faster. "Daddy's still—mmh... cumming." However, there is a chunk that managed to escape and slide down his balls. As soon as you scooped it from the bottom of his testicles with your index finger, his hips twitched to the swipe of your touch making you jiggle along. You didn't hesitate to bring the finger inside your mouth where you tasted the slight sweetness on your tongue.

"Mmh." Your eyebrows rose as if you didn't taste this yummy man a gallon before.

It didn't take long until you heard his heavy breathing indicating that he has finished inside, but you have your freaky little mind activated, so you thought of grinding your hips again as you watch yourself in the mirror.

"Oh, gosh—" His voice got caught up in his throat; he just let it all out through his hips by planting his feet on the bathroom floor to fuck his cum inside of you with his upward thrusts. Either squirming himself through the sensitivity or just staying there enduring it like a solid soldier, the same thing would still happen for him: he would still be overstimulated inside you; and you're still enjoying yourself, so the man had no choice but just play along despite having that immense tickle in his sex organ.

On the other hand, that didn't stop your unforgiving walls from hugging his cock as you attempted to glide your walls up and down his length which earned Sangyeon a more defined drag of your flesh on him... and the most sensitivity-triggering one.

"Sweetheart! Too much, too much!" Sangyeon squeezed his one eye shut as he kept his other one focused on his cock reappearing and disappearing between your ass cheeks. "Fuck! You're getting daddy so sensitive now, sweetie."

For one last time while keeping yourself seated on him, you carefully turned around with the right amount of constriction applied around his cock so that he can feel your walls twist around his length as you position yourself in a cowgirl position. It didn't fail you to get shocked when you saw how coated he is of sweat right now that it maintained his locks and made his skin slippery again.

"O-ho—hmmm—gosh!" He suppressed his endeavor between gritted teeth as he threw his head back and breathed through his nose in a trembling and unstable manner. It's turning him from a stiff, hot, muscle body into a dead meat; he couldn't even get a tight grip on your ass to stop the overstimulation you're giving him.

Laying your palms on the hard mounds of his pecs for support, you then gave your cervix a couple of hard and grounded jabs before you abruptly brought your hips up with your dripping folds hovering over his cock tip. From your view, you can see his abs rise and sink to his heavy breathing as you witness his cum—now foamy and bubbly—fall in solid whipped cream textures from your cunt onto the skin within his v-line with some serving as decorations on his softening cock making the best mess out of it.

You brought your eyes up to his hooded ones. "Clean up?" you offered.

"But no sex," he conditioned.

"No sex," you repeated.

But both of you are naked; and being in the same small space, it was inevitable for Sangyeon to prevent his bare cock from hitting and brushing everywhere.

He felt like Sisyphus but without the bad punishment.

[seokmattchuus]

Late nights on tour, Sangyeon can't help but let him mind drift back to when he'd spend this time with you. It's not long before he's creating a problem and having to solve it.

[hynzsn]

💭 SUGAR DADDY ★

☆ lee sangyeon x male reader 18+ MDNI

-> sugar daddy!sangyeon x sugar baby!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut, headcanons

contents: rough sex, brat taming, gentle sex, hickeys, spanking, pulling hair, doting, showing off, dressing up, hugging, scratching, public sex, bdsm, bondage, dollification, bragging, dominant!sangyeon x submissive!reader, voyeurism, obsession

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

✮⋆˙ he enjoys dressing you up like his little doll and purchasing you more clothing, shoes, and accessories than you could possibly fathom.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys bringing you to every business event he attends in order to show you off and boast about you to his pompous colleagues.

✮⋆˙ he likes to hug you in his arms and bury his nose in your hair while inhaling the fresh aroma of your shampoo.

✮⋆˙ he loves to shower you with affection and indulges your every need.

✮⋆˙ he adores you with a passion that borders on obsession.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys taking you out to dinner, exclusively dining at five-star restaurants, and purchasing you whatever you want from the menu.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys brat-taming you! give him all the attitude you want, he'll just fuck it out of you later.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys fucking you gently and lovingly after you've been a good boy.

"daddy's so happy, you've been such a good boy to me today." "do you feel daddy's love, baby?" "daddy will never stop loving you, my sweet baby." "who's my good boy, huh?"

✮⋆˙ he takes your face and makes you look him in the eyes while he fucks you.

“look at daddy, baby.” “let me see those pretty eyes, let me see the love you have for me in them.” “you’re so cute, baby. you look so cute when you’re on my cock.”

✮⋆˙ he enjoys fucking you relentlessly when you've been a bad boy, as well as whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"you’re such a good doll.” “taking daddy's dick feels good, doesn't it, baby?" "tell daddy you are sorry, baby. let me hear you scream for daddy."

✮⋆˙ the next day, he will take you on shopping sprees or deposit a large sum of money into your account as a reward for taking his cock so nicely.

✮⋆˙ he will take you out to buy clothes only to fuck you in the changing rooms. his hand covers your mouth to prevent being caught. sure, he can rent entire stores and have simply you and him inside, but where's the pleasure in that?

✮⋆˙ he takes great joy in stroking every area of your body and seeing the reaction he gets.

✮⋆˙ he likes brutal sex. pulling your hair, scratching you, or having you dig your nails into his skin, spanking your ass until you beg him to stop, pinching, or applying nipple clamps to your already sensitive nipples.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys watching you jerk off at the sight of him.

"look at daddy, baby." "am i turning you on?" "do you want daddy to take over? beg for it."

✮⋆˙ he enjoys tying you up, watching you tied and defenseless while he asserts his dominance over you.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys fucking you until your legs tremble violently; even then, he does not stop, pulling you into his arms, as you grasp onto him for dear life.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys leaving hickeys all over your body, and he will dress you up and take you out in outfits that highlight those lovely hickeys.

✮⋆˙ he considers you more than just a sugar baby; you're his muse, his confidante, his most treasured possession, his everything.

[astrasng]

yearning with theboyz ♡ྀི ₊

→ summary: theboyz showing their love to you.

→ warning: fluff, petnames.

→ a/n: happy valentines week to everyone ♡ make sure to treat yourself to something delicious and stay hydrated! ♡

here's the masterlist to the event ^^

enjoy!♡

──── ⋆˚࿔ sangyeon

"let me know what you need,alright?" says sangyeon the minute he sees you breaking down in his arms. your cycle most of the time lines up with his workdays, thankfully (or not so) not having normally sangyeon with you to see how you can act when you have your period. but now, of all days, when you have the worst hormonal feelings he has a day off and naturally wants to spend it with you. sangyeon always makes sure you tell him what you need, either if you crave something or you want peace and alone time. he can give you all that, and he makes sure you know it.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jacob

holding hands in a stressful situation is something jacob needs. whether if it's happening to him, or you. you have some kind of a procedure by any chance? he's right there with you, caressing the skin on your hands to calm you and himself down. he has to perform somewhere new? he knows you'll be wainting for him at the waiting rooms just to be together with him before concerts and holding hands. hours later after holding your hands, he can often still feel your perfume which you put on your wrists that you know he loves, bombarding you with texts to let you know he's much calmer and relaxed because of you. "thank you love,you always know how to help me out."

──── ⋆˚࿔ younghoon

patching up the other while being sick is something younghoon never thought would do. until you came into the picture. you are his sweetheart, he would basically do anything for you, so when he sees you getting pale from day to day it's like a "maternal instinct" clicks inside him and rushes to help you. he cooks for you (or rather orders food) and makes you soup so he can see you get your color back, preparing you warm baths when he sees you shiver even though the tempeture in the room is perfect. "it's okay honey, I'll take care of you, whatever you need."

──── ⋆˚࿔ jaehyun

"this reminded me of you" sends the text jaehyun, and proceeds to attach a picture of a small shared memory you two made throughout your relationship. from time to time, when he's away on tour or on a concert where you couldn't go with, he always makes sure he texts you about every silly little things he sees around the city he is in. he often buys that for you of course, only asking you if he should buy it when he's not sure if you already have one. the next thing you know is that he sends you a bunch of different pictures with the mentioned treasure, some of them even has a member trolling into the picture, but he always makes sure to add a small - "i can't wait to give it to you already. i even sprayed it with my perfume!" which makes you chuckle as you continue your day until he arrives back home.

──── ⋆˚࿔ juyeon

people ofthen say they don't like bringing work home. it's different with juyeon, the main dancer he is he likes to grab any opportunity to dance around your shared appartment in a candle lit afternoon. the dates he arranges are normally go like this: he buys all the ingredients needed, and goes home to you so you can make dinner together. it makes your heart soar when juyeon suddenly softly grabs your small hands into his and pulls you closer to him, the music in the backround matching perfectly with his boyish smile as he looks down at you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ kevin

all you need from kevin is "tell me about your day" and you are starting a long and deep conversation about everything and anything. you don't mind, because when that happens kevin usually lays against the couch and has you in his arms, caressing your back and arms to let you know he's listening carefully. ocasionally hums between your rambling to say his opinion about things, or just simply swipes the hair out of your face that always makes you blushed and shy form his instensive love. "go on, i wanna hear all about it."

──── ⋆˚࿔ chanhee

chanhee often clings to his phone in a kind of way to escape the world around him. escpecially when he's away on tour, he feels like he needs to be on his screen 24/7 to distract his nervous mind. it always helped him before, but since you two started dating the only thing that helps him is if he can hear your voice. there are times when he only asks you to send a quick voice message and tell about your day, but it helpes him more when theres time for a quick call. the minute he hears your voice it hits him like a truck, all of his worries disappearing like magic at your soothing voice, focusing only on you until he hears his manager call out for him to go. "i have to go now, but i promise I'll call you the second 'Im down. i love you."

──── ⋆˚࿔ changmin

changmin is a very attentive boyfriend. he always watches out for you wherever you go, checks your makeup and hair if you ask him to. when he asks you to go on a day on his day off makes you so excited that you immediately sit down to your vanity and start doing your makeup. dolling yourself up prettily, grabbing a dress you have been keeping for a while for a small occasion like this. it all came together, except your jewerly. it's like changmin felt your distress, appeared in your shared room to give you a small gift before going. your breath catches in your throat when you see a beautiful necklace laying in the small box, finishing your look perfectly. withouth saying any word to changmin, you take the necklace and put it on to decorate your neck, smiling wildly as you turn around to him. "what do you think?" is all you say, expecting him to shower you with compliments but he only smiles and steps closer to you. "it suits you perfectly, angel." changmin says, his slender fingers fixing the chain on your skin as he presses a kiss on your nose.

──── ⋆˚࿔ juhaknyeon

haknyeon always does the chores you don't like doing. it's very simple to live together with him, and you are so happy that without mentioning anything, he does the part of the chores you hate. he just feels so grateful to you all the time, that he wants to help you out in different and many things. and when you two started dating, there were times when he watched you attentively to know what you like and don't. the first time you saw him doing the chores you thought you were so lucky to have a boyfriend like him who likes doing the chores which you doesn't. but after many times, you saw him doing it over and over again. and when you asked about it? he only pressed a kiss to your lips and patted your head, saying - "it's okay, i do it happily. i know you don't like it, so I'll do it for you."

──── ⋆˚࿔ sunwoo

one thing about sunwoo is that he's not lovey-dovey. even if you've been together for long, you don't catch him being head ver heels for you. at least not publicly. he is in love with you, so much that sometimes he just can't express it. that's why he does little things to let you know he cares about you and loves you. sending you good morning/night texts everyday even if he's at practice,making sure that you ate already or if not, he's ordering you food to your location. but when thing that cought your heart in a twist, is when you saw how your name is saved in his phone. "how can you be so cute, sunwoo?" he hears you shout out from the living room, his plan working out as he's smiling to himself at the thought of seeing your name in his phone. "my better half"

──── ⋆˚࿔ eric

telling something sad to eric is a tough call. it's either you being all sad about something and you cry,or a total chaos. he wants to calm you down, to be there for you, but the minute he hears your problems he breaks down too. you do love feeling his arms craddling you to makes sure you feel safe, but when you feel his shoulders shaking from his crying, you just can't help but sniff and look up at him. "I'm sorry baby, i just can't bare to see you being sad like this." says eric while wiping your tears, his eyes still desperately searching for yours to calm you down. but then after seeing you watching him so closely, he can't help but laugh at himself, you eventually joining him as you both laugh away the pain together.

taglist: @arunainluv @myraet @peterm4rker @chenlezip

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[daisyvisions]

OctoberFest 2024 🍍🍹

Feeling thirsty? 😉💋 Come get a taste of what’s waiting behind the bar! Phantasize with us as we serve up a variety of drinks inspired by none other than The Boyz. 🥂✨

(SMUT MDNI +18 ONLY) Advisory: drink responsibly—these cocktails will leave you craving more! 😏🍸

🍹Drink 1 (Jacob) - Cosmopolitan with a shot of schnapps

🍹Drink 2 (Juyeon) - Old Fashioned with a hint of absinthe

🍹Drink 3 (Eric) - Martini with a side of whiskey

🍹Drink 4 (Changmin) - Mimosa with a shot of vodka

🍹Drink 5 (Haknyeon) - Mule with a hint of triple sec

🍹Drink 6 (Kevin) - Mojito with a shot of gin

🍹Drink 7 (Younghoon) - Piña Colada with a shot of tequila

🍹Drink 8 (Sunwoo) - Whiskey sour with a side of kahlúa

🍹Drink 9 (Chanhee) - Margarita with a side of white rum

🍹Drink 10 (Hyunjae) - Negroni with a hint of amaretto

🍹Drink 11 (Sangyeon) - Sangria with a side of jägermeister

🍹Drink 12 (for ???) - mystery cocktail

Featuring @momhwa-agenda @midnightfantasiez @snowflakewhispers @daisyvisions as your bartenders for the evening 💖

(also tagging @deoboyznet)

[weareapackofstrays]

A Work of Art

Genre: Non-Idol graduate school au, Strangers to lovers, Fluff

Pairing: Sangyeon x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Drinking, Mention of su!cide in reference to a painting. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 5,709 + text messages

The lecture hall is buzzing with students waiting for your professor to show up. Once he finally enters, everyone quiets down and takes a seat for the lecture. Your class only meets once a week, while the rest of the class is taught online. So when your professor announces at the end of class that everyone would be paired up per his choosing for a project you were kind of surprised. Everyone in this classroom was practically a stranger. You may have interacted with a handful of them weekly for your online discussion board homework, but you couldn’t identify a single one in the room. You can see everyone looking around wondering who they were going to be paired with. A few students making eye contact, hopeful to be partnered together. 

“Each of you will go to a museum in the area to write a minimum 1000 word essay together on the museum’s management and collection and why or why not it is successful. Partners who wish to do a presentation instead are also welcome, but you must let me know ahead of time.” Your professor pulls up the requirements on the projector to review while students snap pictures of the board with their phones. “And before you get any ideas, I will be requiring proof of your attendance, such as a ticket.” A few students groan while the professor smirks and continues. “I will email everyone tonight with your assigned partner. See you all next week!” The sound of chairs scraping the floor punctuates the end of class. Curiosity and excitement seems to fill the auditorium as everyone makes their way to the exit. 

Later that evening you open your laptop in anticipation of your Professor’s email. You could feel yourself getting antsy so you pour yourself a glass of wine. To avoid refreshing your email every few seconds, you start to pace around your living room knocking back your drink. Why were you so nervous? You ask yourself. Probably because you’re a bit of an introvert and while you do alright in social settings, the thought of having to interact with a complete stranger gives you a little anxiety. You walk up to your laptop after polishing off a third glass and refresh one last time.

Professor Moon Subject: Partner Assignment 10:00 PM 

Ungracefully collapsing into your chair, you grab hold of your mouse to click on the email. You read through your professor’s words before landing on the name Sangyeon Lee as the person you have been paired with. 

“Hmm,” you say aloud. Their name wasn’t familiar to you, not that it mattered since you had no idea who was who in your class. You're curious if they’re a man or a woman. Reading through the syllabus, you notice your professor CC’d Sangyeon as well to initiate communication. You give your neck a stretch and get to typing.

Dear Sangyeon,

Delete, delete, delete

“This isn't a formal letter, Y/n.” You pause to take a sip of your wine, swishing the cheap red in your mouth like a sommelier. Crossing your legs in your chair to get comfortable, you continue to type.

Hi Sangyeon, Congratulations!

“No, they probably won’t find that funny.”

Delete, delete, delete

You start again.

Hi Sangyeon, I’m your partner for the museum paper. My number is 285-543-2351. Feel free to text me your availability.  -Y/n

“Short and sweet.” Satisfied, you close your laptop and head to the couch to turn on the tv. Just as you are getting into the Gilmore Girls theme song, your mobile pings interrupting your slightly drunken impression of Carole King. You pick up the device and see a text message from an unknown number. You swipe the notification to respond.

“Great first impression, Y/n.” You smack your palm to your forehead. Speaking of the blessed cheap boxed wine, you look over at your kitchen counter and debate pouring another glass. What the hell, why not? You think.

After taking a shower and doing your hair, you peruse your closet wondering what to wear. Flipping through your choices you decide to keep it comfortable. You inspect your outfit in the mirror before deciding to change again. Then again. And one more time just for good measure. The nerves were starting to get to you and this was beginning to feel more like a first date than a class project. Finally, you settle on some heeled brown leather boots, a mid length jean skirt with a slit up the sides, and a light cream colored cardigan tucked in. Better to make a good first impression, you think. You’re applying some mascara when your phone chimes.

A black jeep pulls up to the curb of your apartment and you look down to your phone screen to see a here from Sangyeon. The butterflies have started to cha cha slide in your belly and you want to consider making excuses, but instead your shaky hands send Sangyeon a quick text that you’ll be down in a moment. After making sure everything is off then checking it twice and thrice, you take one last look in the mirror before leaving.

As you approach the jeep, Sangyeon opens his door and pops out. You stop dead in your tracks as your eyes process the gorgeous stranger in front of you. You suddenly feel like you're in a drama as a warm breeze blows through his brown hair. He flips his head to the side slightly to move the hair from his eyes and you feel your mouth gape open. He is wearing a white linen button up with dark slacks. He walks around the front of his jeep to the passenger side to greet you.

“Y/n?” He points to you twirling his key ring on one finger.

“Who?” How to words? You try to remember.

“What?”

“Sorry, I mean yes, hi! I’m Y/n.” You stretch out your hand to shake his and he takes hold of you. You like the roughness of his calluses on your soft palms. “Um, Sangyeon, I assume?” 

“You assume correctly.” He looks down at your still connected hands and laughs. You notice and immediately release him.

“Oh sorry.” You tuck some hair behind your ear and adjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder looking away nervously. Sangyeon tilts his head to look you over briefly while you're turned away. He finds you beautiful. Interesting. Not what he was expecting, but quite possibly the prettiest person he has ever seen. He finally speaks.

“Should we get going then?” You nod and smile weakly. You’re so taken aback by this handsome man that you have to remind yourself how to walk, hoping your face isn’t giving anything away. He opens the door and beckons for you to get in. Once you're inside, Sangyeon grabs the buckle and tugs it forward to hand to you. 

“Safety first.” He softly chuckles. 

You take the seat belt from him, accidentally brushing his finger. “Thank you,” you say a little too shakily. If Sangyeon feels anything, he doesn’t show it. He heads to his side and you take out your phone to distract yourself. He turns the car on and starts punching in directions to the museum. As you’re absentmindedly scrolling through your phone you miss Sangyeon swiveling in his seat, looking in your direction. With one hand on the steering wheel, he places a hand on the back of your headrest. You smell his cologne first before you look up at him surprised to meet his eyes. He looks down at you and smiles. His eyes turn into crescents and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest. Sangyeon turns his attention to the back window and backs the car up from the curb. While he looks behind you, you take the time to visually trace and memorize the shape of his features. You notice he has the nose of a Roman god and the jawline of a Greek one. You shake your head and force your eyes away from him just as you land on his Adam's apple. Sangyeon faces forward and shifts into drive, watching you from his peripheral. He tries to think of something to say and clears his throat. 

“So, have you been to the High before?”

You put your phone into your purse. “I have, but I admit it’s only been a few times. I think the last time I came was when Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Mirrors was here.”

“Wow, I wish I could have seen that.” 

“It was amazing.” 

The nerves start to subside as the two of you get comfortable making small talk on the way. Once Sangyeon parks, he runs around to your side to open the door for you. While he helps you out the car, you feel his thumb brush over your knuckles. You wonder if he meant to do that or if it was accidental, but you try not to think anything of it. 

The two of you grab a map of the museum and make your way up the spiral pathway. The sun beams through the large glass windows and Sangyeon notices the way your irises illuminate when the rays reflect in your eyes. He watches as you admire the atrium, your jaw slightly dropping as you take in the sight. Sangyeon smiles to himself as he feels his cheeks begin to bloom. You look back down to review the map and plan your course of action.

“Okay, over here is European artwork and ceramics. We can start there and work our way up.” You notice he is looking at you when you face him to confirm the plan, the smile never leaving his lips. You have to tell your heart to keep it down while he nods and gives you a salute. 

“You lead the way, Captain.” He pauses, holding his hand out in front of him signaling for you to enter the first gallery. You bow your head slightly in thanks and walk past him. You make your way through the exhibit stopping briefly by a few pieces to look over them. Sangyeon slowly trails behind you, keeping a little distance so he can watch you. He knows he should be looking at the artwork, but he finds you to be more fascinating. He likes the way you get so close to the artwork your nose almost touches the canvases. Security has had to tell you to back up at least twice now. He also notices the way you pout in concentration as you read the descriptions of the pieces, mouthing each word.

While admiring a Matisse, Sangyeon swallows hard as you make an “o” with your mouth. Warmth travels through his body and he has to mentally swat away the burgeoning dirty thoughts. 

“You like Matisse?” he asks.

“I do, especially his sculpture. I didn’t know they had one here.” 

“You really love this stuff, don’t you?” You look at him confused by his question.

“Of course, don’t you?”

“Sure, but not in the way you do. I should maybe appreciate all of this more.” He chuckles. Sangyeon later discovers a Rodin sculpture and calls you over. 

“Y/n, take a look at this. They have a Rodin too.”

“Wow! It’s beautiful!” You clap your hands at his discovery. He loves how excited you get, almost like a child. 

“There's a lot of amazing artwork here. I really didn't know.” 

Nearing the end of this exhibition, you finally arrive at the painting you have been hoping to see again. Having been distracted by a piece of ceramics, Sangyeon loses sight of you and looks around. He turns the corner and finds you staring at a small painting intently. The light above you cascades over your golden hair creating a halo. He tentatively approaches, almost sad at the thought of disturbing your entranced state, but too eager to be close to you to keep away. He walks up behind you, so close that he gets a whiff of your shampoo or perfume. He discreetly smells you and feels his heart clutch at the hints of florals and tropical scent. Your hair looks so soft and inviting and all he wants to do is plant his face in its strands. Your skin tingles as you sense Sangyeon’s presence. The warmth from him engulfing you. He takes his place next to you once he notices your attention on him.

“You’ve been staring at this one longer than the others.”

“Have I? Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was just wondering what was so intriguing about it.”

“It’s called The Funeral of Atala by Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson. It is a New World retelling of Romeo and Juliet. Chactas, the man,” You point to the dark haired man on the left wearing a red sash and continue. “Is mourning his beloved Atala who committed suicide so she wouldn’t break her vow of chastity to her dying mother.”

You watch as Sangyeon’s expression falls into a frown. “Why would she do that?”

“The artist wanted to create an inspirational piece in support of Christianity during the time of the French Revolution, which promoted ideals such as secularism.” You smile as Sangyeon nods his head, listening though you can tell he is still trying to understand. “While it doesn’t have that effect for me, I have always been really drawn to this painting because of its tragedy. Maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me.”

“But she’s dead.” 

Laughing, you try to explain yourself further. “True, but look at how he clings to her. It’s his final goodbye. His last chance to touch her, feel her, look at her. I hope to be loved and missed like that one day.” You drop your hands to your sides and Sangyeon mirrors you. His fingers brush yours and you feel a current of electricity from his touch. Sangyeon feels the same energy flow through his body and he wants to take hold of your hand. You wonder if he feels the same heaviness building between you that you feel, not knowing that he’s struggling just as much as you are. Needing to break the tension, you decide to turn away and head to the exhibit upstairs. Sangyeon continues to follow behind as you both make your way to the American and African Art sections.

You catch Sangyeon looking at a few pieces by O’Keefe and Gorky, before he stops at Duet by Adolph Gottlieb. You observe him as he squints to examine the work more closely. This was the first painting that seemed to pique his interest out of everything you had seen so far. Abstract art is not something that often appeals to you compared to other genres, but you want to understand what has captured his attention. You stand beside him and nudge his shoulder gently, stirring him from his concentration. He looks over at you curiously, lifting an eyebrow.

“You seem to like the more abstract and surreal work then?” 

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you didn’t seem as interested in the European work from before.”

He holds his chin and nods in thought. “You’re right, I suppose I don’t really get paintings of people.” He turns his attention back to the piece. “It’s like looking at your dreams. As soon as you wake up you start to forget them so your mind tries to piece it back together while you try to interpret the many meanings behind it. And the end result is something like this.” He points to the Gottlieb piece in front of him. “An abstract memory.” You want to kiss him. He feels your eyes on him and faces you. The two of you get lost in each other’s gaze. You try to swallow, but feel it catch in your throat. Sangyeon looks down at your lips and wets his subconsciously. Now it was his turn to distract himself from grabbing hold of you. Sangyeon pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time. 

“Wow, we’ve been here for 2 hours?” He places his hand on his stomach. “No wonder I'm hungry.” 

“Do you want to get a bite to eat?” 

“Sure, I think I saw a few restaurants down the road when we pulled in.”

“Okay.”

The two of you arrive at a small bistro a short walk from the museum. Once you take your seats, the server asks for your drink order. 

“I’ll have a sweet tea, please.” You smile at the server. 

“Water is fine for me.” 

“I’ll be back with your drinks. Let me know if you have any questions about the menu.” You both thank the server before turning your attention back to each other.

“Sweet tea seems to be a really popular thing here.”

“Yes, in the south it is, but the preference of how you take your tea varies per region.”

“And you like it sweet.”

“I do.” He looks out to the busy street and admires the way the city is cast in a fiery glow. While he looks at the cityscape, you admire the way the setting sun falls across his face. 

“You never told me what that gif was from.” He startles you from your staring.

“What gif?” You ask blinking. Sangyeon mimics the waving Tom Hanks gif and you giggle from his attempt. “Oh, that gif. It’s from a movie, Forrest Gump. It was popular when I was a kid.”

“Oh, that does sound familiar now.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that one, but you knew Wayne’s World.”

“Who doesn’t know that movie? Especially the Bohemian Rhapsody scene.” Sangyeon starts to rock his head back and forth while playing the air guitar. You laugh.

“How old are you?” 

“27. I will turn 28 soon though.” 

“Ah, that explains that then.”

“Explains what?” “You’re a lot younger than me.” You can tell he wants to ask your age so to spare him from feeling embarrassed, you answer for him. “I’m 34.” He just nods his head and you wonder if he’s intentionally keeping his reaction stoic. In truth, Sangyeon didn’t care that you were older. You could have told him you were 45 and he still would have found himself enraptured by you.

“That’s not that much older than me. Plus, in my defense. I did not grow up here.”

“Touche.” The server returns with your drinks and takes your food order. After they walk away you turn back to Sangyeon and change the subject.

“So,” you stick your straw in your tea and mix it a little. “Why are you pursuing your Masters?” 

“Really doing this for a promotion at work, if I am being honest. I hope to return back home eventually once I graduate and can land something. And yourself?” 

“Similar. I work at a smaller museum in the metro area and I’m trying to break into a space like the High or better yet, somewhere not in this state.”

“You don’t like it here?” “I don’t mind it, but I have lived here for most of my life and wouldn’t mind an excuse to escape it.” 

Sangyeon stares at your hands and reaches out to grab hold of you. You blink at him, surprised by the sudden action. He rubs his thumb over your rings. 

“I like them.”

“Oh,” You can feel your body ignite while the butterflies start to dance again. “Thanks.”

“What are they?”

“Tiger’s Eye for courage, Sunstone for motivation, and Moss Aquamarine for clarity.” You point to each ring. Still holding your hand in one, he takes his free hand and taps on the Tiger’s Eye. 

“I like this one.” He shifts his gaze to yours. “It looks like your eyes.” The server interrupts the two of you, but Sangyeon doesn’t release your hand until he is handed his plate. His attention was really getting to you so you were relieved to get a break to eat.

As you work through your meal, he notices something peeking out from where your cardigan sleeve is bunched up on your forearm. He gently shifts your arm and pulls the sleeve up more, spotting a tattoo. He traces the outline of the art and goosebumps spread across your skin. Sangyeon grins as you involuntarily close your eyes from his touch, feeling satisfied that you might be just as affected as he is. 

“It’s pretty.” You hum in response, still focused on the way his fingertips feel on your skin. Once he removes his hand you try to speak to calm the pitter patter of your heart. 

“Do you have any tattoos?”

“No, I would like some, but just never brought myself to do it.”

“Well, there’s still time. The body is a canvas.” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he thinks of your body being a canvas for him. 

The two of you finish your meals and walk back to the car. Sangyeon contemplates holding your hand again, but he wonders if it might be too forward.

“I had a lot of fun today.” You interrupt his anxious thoughts.

“Me too.”

“I was actually really nervous.” 

“Nervous? Why?” He asks, amused.

You shrug. “What if you had been a serial killer? Or just not very nice?”

“Well, I promise I’m not a murderer, but hopefully you think I’m nice?” Sangyeon approaches the passenger side of his car and opens the door for you. You have to duck under his arm to step inside. He lingers for a moment and once seated, you face him.

“Yes, you’re very nice, Sangyeon.” You grab hold of your seatbelt and he closes the door for you. You watch as he walks to the driver side, grinning. The car ride home is mostly quiet. It’s not an uncomfortable silence, but you can feel the air in the car grow thicker as you get closer and closer to your apartment.

Sangyeon arrives and pulls into an open parking spot near your building. You fidget with your bag and he makes no moves to rush you out.

“Thanks again for today…and for driving.”

“You’re welcome.” He lightly drums his fingers on the steering wheel thinking of something else to say.

“Well, I guess I’ll go then. Have a good night.”

“You too, Y/n.” His heart sinks as he watches you turn away to open the door, but you pause your hand on the handle. Sangyeon senses your hesitation and looks at you. You look back at him and chew your bottom lip for a moment. His fingers now tighten on the steering wheel in anticipation. 

“Do you want to come up?” He nods and you hear him unclick his seatbelt in disbelief at his lack of hesitation. You open the door and climb out of his car, meeting him on your side. The walk up to your floor feels long and neither of you say anything. You arrive at your door and grab your keys from your purse.

“This is me.” You insert the keys and enter the dark apartment while Sangyeon follows closely behind you. His body almost flush against yours. You drop your keys in a bowl and bend over to remove your boots. He slides his shoes off as well. Flipping the light on, you try to think about your game plan. You hadn’t thought much farther after inviting him up, other than wanting to feel his skin on yours. When you turn around to face him, you nearly bump into his chest. He places his hands on your shoulders to steady you and you have to take a step back to speak.

“Um, can I get you a drink?” You can hear the nerves in your voice. 

“Okay,” is all he can get out. Sangyeon was more nervous than he expected to be. His heart hasn’t stopped pounding in his ears since you invited him upstairs. Actually, since he first saw you when he picked you up earlier. The two of you head into your kitchen and you open the fridge. He leans his back against the counter behind you while you scour for something to drink.   

“Let’s see…I have water, some beer-”

“And boxed wine,” he interrupts. 

You smile and laugh. “Yes, that too.” You look to him for his choice. His eyes trail up your body before meeting your gaze to answer. 

“Just water is fine since I have to drive.” 

While you plan to grab a bottle of water, you find yourself feeling bold and reaching for two beers instead. He smirks at your defiance. You pop the tops off and hand one to him.

“Stay,” you whisper while looking down into your beer shyly. He takes hold of the drink and searches your eyes, hopeful. He watches as you wrap your lips around the bottle for a sip and can’t help himself from wondering what your mouth would feel like around him. Deciding he can no longer skirt around things, Sangyeon places the bottle down and grabs hold of you, finally bringing you in for a kiss. It takes you a moment to register what is happening before you are wrapping your arms around each other. His lips feel soft against yours. Sangyeon pulls away after a moment to look over your face. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Blushing, you laugh nervously and try to hide in his chest. He takes hold of your chin to face him again.

“Don’t. Please don’t ever hide yourself from me.” He places feather soft kisses on the apples of your cheeks to soothe you, before capturing your mouth with his again. Sangyeon pushes you into the kitchen counter and trails his lips down your neck, nipping your skin with every peck. He settles into your sensitive spot, where your neck and shoulder meet, and inhales, finally committing your smell to memory. Craving to feel him, you unbutton his shirt and drop it to the floor, revealing his beautiful sun kissed skin. You slowly brush your fingers down his toned abdomen until they meet his waistline. He flexes under your touch.

“Can I remove this?” You point to his belt and he nods as he cages you in. You remove his belt then move on to unzip his pants. Once undone you push his pants down and he steps out of them. 

“Your turn,” he whispers into your neck and your body tingles in response. He takes hold of your cardigan and pulls it up to untuck from your skirt, lifting it over your head. Sangyeon unbuttons your jean skirt and lets it fall to the ground. Next, he unclasps your bra. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he admires your breasts. His hand moves up from your waist and takes hold of your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You throw your head back at the sensation. He pulls you in to a kiss you again, pushing his tongue in between your lips. You part them to invite him in and swallow his moan. The two of you eventually have to breakaway to catch your breath. While he continues to familiarize his hands with your body, you trace a finger down the bridge of his nose, then place a chaste kiss on the tip of it. A breathy laugh escapes him at the sweet gesture.

“I want you.” Humor is suddenly replaced with hunger.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Use your words.” You could have folded at the sound of his deep voice calling you baby right then and there, but you remain strong.

“I want to feel you inside me.” He groans and moves his hand down your waist, making his way to your core. You wrap your arms around him to bring him closer to you. He slides two fingers beneath your panties, collecting your wetness as he explores your folds. You exhale into his neck at the relief of his touch.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” he whispers into your ear.

“Mmm, for you. Only for you.” He removes his fingers and settles his hands on the back of your thighs.

“Let’s take this to your bedroom, yeah?” You nod eagerly and place your lips back on his. He lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He walks you to the bed and gently lays you down before standing to admire you. Sangyeon looks over your exposed body and shakes his head, his breath catching in his throat. You are the most beautiful work of art he has seen today.

“I can’t believe you're real.” 

Who is this man and how is he real? You wonder. No one has ever spoken to you, looked at you the way he has tonight. He makes you feel like you might actually be beautiful, at least in his eyes. And his eyes are all the matter right now. 

He places his palms on either side of your head and leans back down for a quick kiss to your lips then starts trailing kisses down your body. He latches onto your hardened nipple swirling his tongue slowly, making you squirm. He uses his body to part your legs.

“Sangyeon, please,” you cry out. He lets out a chuckle as he continues placing kisses down your stomach. Your body tensing in pleasure from each touch. Finally reaching the waistband of your panties, he loops his fingers into the sides and pulls them off. His stare at your aroused middle makes you feel shy as you try to close your legs. He stops you. 

“Don’t hide from me, remember?” You nod and part your knees. “I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are, baby.” You whine when you feel his breath on your wet pussy. Sangyeon kitten licks your lips, teasing you and you buck into him. He wraps his hands around your legs, pinning your hips down as he presses his tongue harder into you, licking and sucking. He prods your entrance and you hiss in pleasure.

“Ahh, Sangyeon.” You comb your fingers through his hair, pushing him into you. “More.” He removes a hand from your hip and slides two fingers inside of you. “Yes, yes! Fuck!” You tighten around his digits with each thrust amazed at how close you are to coming. He curls his fingers to push against your spongy spot and you cry out. He sucks just above your entrance near his fingers while his nose rubs into your clit repeatedly. You can hear your wetness and your cries grow louder. 

“Faster, Sang. Please, baby,” you shout. Your begging nearly sends him over the edge. He grinds into your mattress for relief while he continues lapping your pussy and increasing his pace. “I’m gonna come, Sang! I want to come!”

“Let go, sweetheart.” His soft tone, while face deep in your pussy, guides you to the edge and you feel yourself release. Sangyeon licks up your juices while you come down from your orgasm. Once he’s done, you lift him off you and bring him to your lips before pushing him back again. You point to his briefs and snap them.

“Off, please!” His cock twitches at your request. Sangyeon slides his briefs down his hips freeing himself. He’s so hard and sensitive that the cold air elicits a moan from him. You watch him close his eyes from pleasure and you can feel your arousal grow again. You take hold of him and softly stroke him up and down, feeling the weight and warmth of his cock. His whole body shudders. You scoot closer to him and wrap your lips around his tip to suckle. Before you can put more of him into your mouth, he pulls you off making you pout.

“Baby, I don’t think I will last if you keep that up and right now all I want to do is feel you coming on my cock.” He pushes you back down onto the mattress. Sangyeon slips his tip through your folds for lubrication then aligns himself with your entrance. As he pushes in, you both release a moan at the feeling of him stretching you. His eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of you sucking him in and you think this might be the hottest thing you've ever seen in your 34 years. 

“You feel so fucking good, Y/n.” He stills once he can't go any further trying to savor the feeling. 

“Move, Sang, please. I can’t take it anymore. I need you.” With one hand by your head, he places the other on your waist, gripping it tightly for leverage and rocks into you. He doesn’t hold back and it’s not long before your bed frame is knocking repeatedly into your wall. You wonder if you’ll get a complaint, not that you care right now.

“I’m so close to coming, baby,” he calls out breathlessly. You run your fingertips down his back, feeling every ripple of muscle while you bite into his neck. 

“Come inside me.” Sangyeon drives harder into you at the demand and you can feel his thrusts start to stutter as he approaches his high. You tighten your legs around him to push him further into you. Sangyeon lets out a whine as he finally climaxes. The feeling of his warmth filling you triggers your second orgasm. You scream out his name as the two of you slow your movements and catch your breath. He lays his entire weight onto your body and you hold him closely, stroking his hair. 

“We should probably clean up,” he says as he tries to get up. You stop him from pulling out and shush him.

“Not yet, please.” He lays his head back onto your breasts, too tired to protest. You continue to brush your fingers through his hair and he starts to doze off listening to your heartbeat. You’re not sure if you have fallen asleep or not, but Sangyeon’s raspy voice rouses you.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

Sangyeon lifts himself up to face you and places a soft kiss on your forehead as he speaks. “To be honest,” Then places another kiss on the tip of your nose. “I wasn’t originally looking forward to this assignment.” Then on your cheek. “But I’m glad we got paired together.” And finally leans in for a kiss on your lips.

You smile into the kiss then meet his eyes. “Me too.”

A/N: Just a very self-indulgent one shot inspired by a dream I had recently. Listening to Daylight while thinking of Sangyeon definitely devastated me lol. Also, I just needed to get this quickly out of my head so apologies for any mistakes. Hope you like it! Graphics by @saradika-graphics!

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[velvetyh]

⌜Between Deadlines and Desires⌝

꒰ PAIRING ꒱ colleague!Sangyeon x fem!reader (corporate world; colleague!au) ꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ sangyeon really admires you from afar and respects you. but what happens after you get disrespected at work? ꒰ WORD COUNT ꒱ 7.9k words ꒰ TW ꒱ 18+, reader and Sangyeon are both overworked, reader gets humiliated by her asshole of a boss, the big boss is a misogynist, sex in a public setting (at work), oral (both receiving), fingering, p in v, protected sex (from me, I know, shocking, right?), multiple orgasms (for reader), facial, fluffy end? ꒰ NOTE ꒱ it was supposed to be self-indulged (yeah, the humiliation happened to me but not the rest lol) but since my colleague is now an ass, it's just a basic colleague!au fic! Enjoy!! (I'm gonna ignore the fact that i focused on the wrong colleague at my work since the beginning I'm so dumb) ꒰ REQUESTED ꒱ nope!

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The atmosphere at work was quiet, your tall building staring down at the long queue of commuters stuck in traffic for the past two hours. The only sounds disturbing the silence of your floor were your fingers tiredly typing on the keyboard and the scattered manly voices in the conference room on the other end of the corridor, a meeting dragging on well beyond the originally scheduled end time.

Downing the rest of your now cold cup of coffee, you stood up, heels clicking on the floor as you walked past the conference room, the voice of your colleague and your boss mixing with some unfamiliar ones in a heated discussion.

You sighed, the bright red numbers of the digital clock on the wall showing 21:09, reinforcing the exhaustion in your limbs. You tried your best to relieve your eyes from constantly staring at your computer screen without smudging your mascara, which was not easy. You defeatedly shook your head from side to side as you heard your boss arguing with a client for the nth time tonight, his voice suddenly becoming louder as the conference room’s door swung open.

“Yeah, I’ll look if we have it in the archives room,” you recognised the stressed voice of Sangyeon, your colleague, as he closed the door behind him and walked in the opposite direction of the break room.

Once the dishwasher was loaded, you took the same direction as him, ready to return to your desk to clock out and go home. Your shoes clicked again on the tile flooring, the cold light of the archives room spilling into one of the many sinuous corridors that composed the building.

Peeking inside the room, you noticed Sangyeon’s broad back clad in a tight white shirt, his muscles tensing even more as he was rummaging through a binder for some documents.

“Where the fuck is that document,” you heard him mumble, his head snapping to the side as you knocked on the wooden door, your gesture startling him.

“Do you need help with something?” you kindly asked, slowly making your way towards him.

“Y/N? Why are you still here?” he blinked, a file in his hand.

“I had some contracts to proofread and some international clients to call. Do you need help?”

“Yeah, sort of. Do you know if we ever made our American clients sign a new contract last year? I can’t find it,” you quickly looked at the name of the client on the file that he was carrying and nodded.

“I think we did. But that’s not the right binder. You’re looking through the accounting one, you should look through the administrative one,” turning around, Sangyeon watched you crouch down to get the right binder, his eyes remaining a second too long on your ass, your curves enhanced by your tight pencil skirt.

Setting down the binder in front of you, Sangyeon’s figure towering over your shoulder, eyes trying to read the documents you were rapidly skimming through, your hands abruptly stopping and opening the folder once you found what you were looking for.

“Here, it should be that one,” you mumbled and handed him the confidential document with a smile.

“You’re a lifesaver Y/N, I hope you know that,” he pointed a gentle finger in your direction as he walked backwards, a smile decorating his lips as he went back inside the conference room.

Feeling nice enough to help your poor, stressed colleague, you gathered all the papers he got out of the binder and put them back in their initial spots before locking the archives room.  

You had just finished cleaning your desk and prepared your to-do list for the next day when you heard your boss thanking the clients, the voices slowly going to the elevators before disappearing. A frown appeared as you heard the coffee machine in the break room run again.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late to drink another coffee? You’re going to have a heart attack at this rate,” you rested your handbag on the kitchen counter, your remark startling Sangyeon as his drained gaze was fixated on the black liquid dropping into his cup.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack if you keep appearing behind or next to me so suddenly,” he managed to joke and you giggle, a small smile appearing on your face.

His gaze dropped a second on your pretty mouth before going back to look you straight in the eyes.

“Thank you for your help, by the way,” he mumbled, playing with the spoon he had in hand.

“It’s fine, I thought I could help since they were my clients before he arrived and changed everything.”

A new boss meant a restructuring of the different clients and cases between colleagues. Your boss thought you weren’t efficient enough to deal with those people, so he decided to give you some other clients to deal with and let Sangyeon take care of everything.

“I don’t know why he gave them to me,” he stated, dropping a spoonful of sugar in his coffee, “they keep complaining and want you to be in charge again.”

“You should tell them that you are competent enough to take care of their files and will do your best to fulfil the assigned tasks,” you simply shrugged, feeling a rush of pride in your chest at how the clients wanted you instead of Sangyeon as a professional.

“You should really stop with this and maybe go home to wind down,” you pointed at the coffee he had almost finished drinking since you started talking, “it’s not good for you to consume this much caffeine and stay behind this late.”

He shrugged, taking his last sip.

“I don’t have anyone or anything waiting for me at home so it’s better if I just work as much as I can,” you shook your head at his words and patted your blazer, realising that you had forgotten your phone on its charging station on your desk.

“Well I’m exhausted, so I’m going home. See you tomorrow ?” you suggested with a smile, and he nodded, mumbling a small ‘good night’ as his eyes followed the way your hips swayed as you made your way to the elevators.

Your colleague sat back down at his desk, his now empty cup in hand. He stared at the document in front of him, his mind filled with the pretty smiles that you gave him and how tight your skirt was around your ass and hips.

He groaned, shifting in his office seat as heat rushed down his pants. You were so nice and pretty, always ready to help anyone with a smile on your face, your intelligence and patience striking him.

His heart hammered hard in his chest, not knowing if it was because of the desire he felt for you or the 9 cups of coffee he had throughout the day.

The poor man was stressed, to say the least. Every employee was overworked in the office, but your boss being the misogynist king he is, thought that men could handle the pressure better and gave them all the important clients that were once managed by female colleagues.

Genius move, right?

Sangyeon sighed deeply.

Right now, if a genie granted him three wishes, one of them would be to lay on your couch, his face pressed against your chest as your hands would caress his back and massage his head to help him relax. He craved to feel your steady heartbeat against his cheek, your sweet fragrance and fruity shower gel invading his nostrils.

He sighed in contentment at the thought, abruptly shaking his head and slapping his cheeks, trying to get himself out of this lustful reverie.

“Focus, bro,” he mumbled to himself.

He was at work, it was not the time nor the place to have those kinds of thoughts.

Sangyeon tried everything to get you out of his mind, but it was impossible; when he would start reading the contract, he would think of how, a few hours prior, you offered him your help in a heartbeat, your bright smile shone in only his direction and how you were concerned about his unhealthy caffeine consumption. He loved the attention, more than he was willing to admit, but it felt so inappropriate to crush on his own colleague.

Yet, Sangyeon couldn’t get you out of his head. He was always attentively listening when you were giving him advice, presenting things in meetings, and always here to help when you were carrying boxes of paper to restock your printer or heavy binders to a meeting. Always thanking him with a bright smile or complimenting him on his strength and generosity.

He cursed himself as his dick was now painfully hard in his pants, urging him to let it free. Sangyeon deeply sighed, pondering whether what he was about to do was a good idea.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled to himself and unbuckled his belt, dragging his office pants and boxers to the middle of his thigh, his dick finally springing free from the restraining undergarments. He deeply exhaled when his hand wrapped around his length, resting his head on his chair and closing his eyes. It twitched in his hold as he gave it a tight squeeze, grunting and hissing at the feeling.

Sangyeon thickly swallowed the embarrassment that pumped through his veins at how fast you appeared in his mind. He pursed his lips to stifle a moan, a very vivid image of you on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes as you teased the leaking tip of his cock.

“Fuck… Y/N,” he embarrassingly muttered your name in a staggered breath, his rushed hand not faltering in its fast strokes.

He adjusted himself in his seat, lowering the right armrest with his free hand to rest in a more comfortable position to keep his little business going.

Precum was oozing from the tip, giving Sangyeon an easier glide up and down his shaft. The pace he set was now agonisingly slow, mimicking the rhythm that you would probably use if you were sucking him off.

The images were really vibrant in his mind, he knew that he was about to come like he never did before. No matter the porn movie he watched or the ex-girlfriend he fucked in the past, they would probably never give him such a strong orgasm as the mere idea of you, on your knees, with his cock in your pretty mouth, would.

“Oh my god,” Sangyeon's voice was breathy, his face twisting in pleasure as his hips bucked in the air, his fist picking up the pace, squeezing his length as if it were your hand.

He swallowed thickly, preventing himself from moaning your name a second time. He was so aroused by his thoughts, yet ashamed of them, never having thought of a colleague this way.

“Y/N… keep going, I’m gonna cum,” he mumbled under his breath, his words sending warmth to his cock.

He wanted to cum so bad, but his exhausted brain was not enough for him to orgasm.  Sangyeon had automatically switched to the same usual rhythm he uses when he touches himself at home and always needed long minutes before reaching his high.

That’s when he closed his eyes, again, and stopped his movement for a brief second. His mind focused on your voice, your smile, how sweet you sound when you say his name, how that time you touched his arm as you laughed at his dumb joke…

… how pretty you would look with your legs on his shoulders, your hands gripping his biceps, prettily moaning his name as he would sliding his cock in and out of you?

It was as if his imagination had gathered just enough strength to send him the dirtiest thought he could ever imagine to cum. His cock twitched hard in his hold, a warm wave of relief washing over him as he came all over his hand and shirt, not fast enough to move it upward to avoid staining it. He swore and groaned your name, body twitching in overstimulation when the images lingered in his mind, the thought of painting your face with his seeds close to make him cum a second time in a matter of seconds.  

Sangyeon cursed himself for being such a horny idiot, ashamed of the whole situation when he realised the mess he created; the sleeve and bottom part of his shirt were stained with droplets of cum, sprinkled too high for him to be able to tuck and hide it in his pants or under his blazer.

He rushed to the bathroom, washed his hands and grabbed some toilet paper in an attempt to clean the stains on his clothes. He grumbled in annoyance when the stains only grew bigger, giving up and rushing back to his desk. What would have happened if his boss had forgotten something or worse, you witnessed him fantasizing about getting his way with you?

Fortunately, he found the spare t-shirt he kept in case he wanted to go for a run with other colleagues. He put it on, tossed his dirty shirt in his bag and clocked out, driving home with your face in his mind.

The next day, you decided to come to work around 9am, wanting to compensate for the fact that you stayed behind late last night. You waved at Sangyeon with a cute smile when you saw him already sitting at his desk, clearly oblivious to what happened in his office after you had left.

The early birds were already drinking a cup of coffee in the break room when you entered to make yourself a cup of tea. Greeting all of them and chatting with some, Sangyeon appeared right after you, trying to talk to you, but you didn’t notice it.

You slightly frowned when you heard a deep, masculine voice and loud clapping, Sangyeon’s face twisting in discomfort.

“Look how finally decided to show up! Goldilocks, aka Y/N!” your boss exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, a vicious smile decorating his face.

You didn’t like where this was going. At all.

Since Sangyeon was standing between the two of you, your boss stepped to the side to stare at you. The break room went dead silent, some hiding their laughs by sipping on their beverage while others were as surprised as you were.

“Yes?” you calmly replied, dropping your tea bag in your cup.

“Do you think that 9am is a normal time to come to work ?”

“Well, yes, after last nig-“

“Listen,” he cut you, voice becoming menacing, “I don’t care at what time you went home. It could be 6pm or midnight, I do not care. What matters to me is that you play Goldilocks and wake up whenever you want to, just because you feel like it or you’re “tired”. Everyone is tired and overworked, it’s normal in our field, but I have a business to run, okay? We are not here – especially not my lovely Anastasia at the front desk – to take your stupid little phone calls from your stupid little clients when you are not here because you’re playing Sleeping Beauty. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, or do I need to repeat myself?” he asked, his condescending tone making your blood boil.

“Understood.” You muttered through gritted teeth, hand clutching on your tea cup, resisting the urge to throw the boiling liquid at his face in front of everyone.

This new boss was one particular character. He loved to humiliate people, especially women as if it turned him on. He was only sweet with Anastasia from the front desk, you wondered with your other female colleagues if it was her breast implants that were draining the kindness out of his cock him that he no longer had sympathy for the rest of the women in the office.

You exited the break room as he sat down at a table, acting as if he didn’t just humiliate one of his employees in front of the rest of the floor. Heart hammering in your chest and cheeks on fire, the tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes, but you managed to keep them in for the rest of the day, despite the constant appearances of your boss in your office.

His words: he wanted to make sure that Goldilocks hadn’t fallen asleep on her desk, and if she was working properly.

Wonderful. The day was going to be long.

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5:30pm was the time you wanted to leave to go to the gym for a workout to wind down.

“Y/N? I’m glad you are still there,” your boss said as he invited himself next to you at your desk. You deeply breathed in and stood up, gathering some documents you were working on before putting them in a folder.

“Well, make it quick, I was about to leave. I have a private appointment to attend,” you lied, putting the folder away in your drawer.

“Not so fast,” he said, preventing you from taking your purse, “I need you to proofread this contract before our meeting tomorrow.”

“I don’t have a meeting tomorrow with you,” you spat, knowing your calendar per heart.

“Well, Monica wasn’t feeling so well this afternoon, so she went home and texted me that she forgot to do it. You’re efficient Y/N, I need this done before tomorrow, okay?” he patted you on the shoulder and you took a step back, wanting to defend yourself, but he had already put the file on your desk with such force that you knew that you would be in big trouble if you didn’t do it.  

When he closed the door, your eyes turned glossy, your hand frantically searching your purse for a tissue. Your eyes overflooded, your mascara running down your cheeks as you muted your sobs as best as possible. You didn’t want to attract pity from your colleagues as they walked by.

Sadly for you, Sangyeon happened to pass by and saw through the glass that you were crying. He knocked and softly opened the wooden door, head peeking through.

“Are you okay Y/N?” he asked, his gentle tone making your tears double despite your desperate attempts at keeping them in.

“Yeah, I am,” you lied, wiping your tears with your wet tissue, and throwing it in the trash to take another one as it was already drenched and covered in mascara.

“Don’t lie to me,” Sangyeon rested his binder on your desk, noticing the new file in front of you.

“Is it because of the boss?” you nodded and breathed in, sniffing before entering your password to unlock your computer, again.

“It’s starting to become too much,” you muttered, voice wavering because of the sobs that threatened to escape your mouth, “I can’t stand him and his unfairness anymore.”

“I understand,” you shook your head.

“No, you don’t,” you retorted, making Sangyeon frown. “You don’t understand, he will never treat you like this because you’re a man,” your hand shook as you clicked on some icons on your computer, trying your best to ignore Sangyeon’s pitiful eyes looking at you, “I’m not an inflatable doll with fake implants and Botox lips that laughs at his not-funny jokes, so he hates me and treats me like this.”

Silence filled your office, Sangyeon awkwardly cleared his throat.

“I don’t think it’s because of this,” he argued, and you looked up at him, eyes sending daggers as you stood up.

“Oh yeah? What is it, then?” you questioned, crossing your arms on your chest.

Sangyeon had to force himself not to get distracted by your breasts – that he found perfect, by the way, not fake like Anastasia’s or Monica’s –, resting his hand on the tall chest of drawers behind you.  

“If you are here to tell me that it is because of female sensitivity and my hormones, you can go-”

“Y/N, no,” Sangyeon interrupted you by shaking his head, amused by the silliness of your words, “I don’t think it has to do with your appearance or the fact that you are a woman,” he stopped for a second, “I think he sees you as a threat.”

“A threat?” you confusedly retorted, surprised by his words, “how?”

“I mean, yeah! You are an intelligent, clever, quick-thinking woman. You know so much about the firm, the clients, their habits and our strategies. He still doesn’t know all of this despite him being our boss for more than a year now.”

“Well, if he stopped swooning over Anastasia and Monica, maybe he would know all of this as well!” you exclaimed, frustrated, and Sangyeon smiled, a hand gently rubbing your shoulder as a sign of comfort.

“You know damn well that it’s absolutely not his priority,” he whispered and you heavily sighed, shaking your head from side to side, “maybe he’s trying to push your buttons to make you quit, so you no longer put him in the shade.”

“Well, it’s kind of working,” you mumbled, voice wavering, feeling the tears gather again in your eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t think like that,” Sangyeon took a step closer, grabbing your face between his hands, the gesture startling you, yet you didn’t step away. His palms were gentle and soft, loving how – despite their warmth – they managed to cool down your burning cheeks.

“He’s not worthy of your tears, do you know that? He doesn’t care if you cry because of him, the only thing that matters to him is if Anastasia will suck his dick at lunch.”

You giggled and his face broke into a smile, proud of his joke, his thumb wiping a strand tear that managed to fall from your eye while laughing.

“I like it better when you smile,” he mumbled and you felt your cheeks heating up, looking down as he took a step back, already missing his hands on your face.

“Come on,” he grabbed his binder again, gesturing to you with the head to follow him, “let’s grab a coffee before tackling this case, okay?”

While you walked back to your desk after having said coffee with your colleague, Sangyeon sat at his, not believing that he managed to touch you without getting a boner. When he saw you cry out of exhaustion behind your computer, he was tempted to drop everything and go fist his boss’ collar to give him a piece of his mind about how he treated you, but he thought it was better – for the two of you – to check on you.

When Sangyeon’s head peeked again through the doorframe a few hours later, you were about halfway done, struggling with the little work Monica had done over the months for this client.

“How is it going?” he asked, and you huffed, taking your head between your hands. The clock was closed to reach 9pm and you were nowhere near to go home.

“Monica barely did anything. Even if I stayed the whole night, I would not be able to fully proofread it. Important documents are missing, I don’t know who she called, or to whom she sent emails, it’s just a lost cause,” you desperately mumbled, Sangyeon entered your office before closing the door behind him.

Your desk lamp was killing your eyes as you showed Sangyeon some data on your computer, hoping he would come up with a solution that you were too tired to think of. His hand was resting on your desk, the other on your chair, close to your shoulder.

“Sadly you’re right, it’s a lost cause,” he crossed his arms on his broad chest, negatively shaking his head. You sighed and saved your progress, standing up. Being exhausted and on heels was not a good combo, making you lose your balance.

Sangyeon was quick to catch your forearm, preventing you from falling.

“Thank you,” you cleared your throat and straightened your shirt, blinking a few times, “you’re quite reactive at 9pm after a whole working day,” you joked, and he smiled.

“That’s probably all the coffees I drink,” he joked back, his fingers still gently yet securely wrapped around your wrist.

Your eyes lingered on your shared physical touch, slowly looking up at your colleague. He remained silent, his eyes falling to your lips for a brief second before coming back to your eyes.

Hesitant, Sangyeon brought his free hand to your face, replacing a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture warmed up your body, feeling the goosebumps on the forearm he was still holding.

You were positively responding to his touch.

And he loved it.

Much to your dismay, he retracted his hand, and you looked to the side, his palms now on your shoulders. You had to stifle a moan and prevent your eyes from rolling at the back of your head when Sangyeon positioned himself behind you, his thumbs pressing on the tight knots between your shoulder blades. Inhaling deeply, enjoying the relief, your head lolled to the side and rested against his chest.

You were letting your guard down, an amazing opportunity for Sangyeon to step in.

You audibly gasped and grabbed his hand when you felt his warm lips on the side of your neck, gently kissing and nipping on the skin.

“Sangyeon,” you breathed, fingers flying to his hair, the tension on your shoulders slowly subsiding.

“Mh?” he hummed, too busy kissing your neck to answer you properly. The mere whisper of his name was enough to send electricity through his veins.

“What are you doing? What if someone passes by?” you worriedly asked, dropping your hand from his hair as realisation suddenly hit you.

A bit of self-control would be nice, Y/N. You were at work, damn it, not in a private setting.

“We’re alone in the office, don’t worry,” he mumbled against your warm skin, humming the remaining scent of your perfume, “the janitor already left, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

His voice was low, reassuring, making you give in. Sangyeon wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing your back flush against his chest as he continued to kiss your neck gently.

But his actions had riled you to the point that you could no longer content yourself with only neck kisses and a back hug. You needed more of him, his attentive and caring attitude did little to nothing to tame the growing crush that you had on him since he started at the firm.

Turning around in his hold, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips on his in a fierce kiss. Sangyeon hummed in surprise against your kiss but immediately gave in, his hands resting on your hips, drawing circles with his thumbs on your skirt. Your hands explored his broad, clad back, getting wetter at how well you could feel his muscles under the fabric.

“I need you,” you managed to mumble as you pulled away, Sangyeon’s hand travelling from your hips to your neck at your words, pulling you into another kiss that was way more intense and rushed than the previous one.

Tongues fought for dominance, teeth clashed and collided against one another, hands became adventurous, and the atmosphere suddenly changed in your office as you let desire and need replace the despair and exhaustion you both felt.

Sangyeon’s hands came back to your lower back, gently tucking away the shirt from your skirt, sneaking under the fabric to feel your warm skin. You could tell that he wanted more, so you took one of his hands in yours and made it land on your ass, feeling Sangyeon smile into the kiss and give it a harsh slap. The sting was delicious, making you whine and bite his lower lip when he did it again.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get this close to you,” Sangyeon pulled away, his warm breath hitting your lips, his fingers unzipping the back of your pencil skirt.

“Are you serious? I never thought a guy like you would be interested in me,” you admitted, unbuttoning his office shirt.

“I mean, how could I not be? You’re gorgeous, intelligent, so nice and always so damn helpful,” he effortlessly sat you on your desk, your heels falling from your feet in the process, punctuating each compliment with a kiss, slowly making his way to the valley of your breasts.

“Have you seen our female colleagues? I wouldn’t even be surprised if I got picked last,” you mumbled and Sangyeon scoffed, slapping the side of your hip, close to your ass.

“Enough with the negative self-talk,” he grunted, his arms on either side of you to look at you deep in the eyes. “Now, will the prettiest girl in this office let me remove her shirt to show her how enough and how beautiful she is to me?” you couldn’t help but giggle, face warming up at his silly request.

Sangyeon wasted no time and undid your shirt buttons, taking in the sight of your breasts covered in a beautiful, white lace bra.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your breast, shivers exploding in your chest. You were ready to unclasp it, but Sangyeon stopped you, wanting to admire them a few seconds more before allowing you to drop your bra on your keyboard.

The imprint of his hard cock was apparent in his office pants, your hand reaching to touch it as he was caressing your chest. Sangyeon moaned, mouth diving to suck on one of your nipples, his other hand playing with the other, teasing and squeezing the soft flesh.

“Sangyeon please, don’t stop,” you breathed, spreading your legs to invite him in, which he immediately did, your core pressed flush against his lower abdomen. You whined and fisted his hair, keeping him close as you felt his dick press against your stomach, Sangyeon grunting against your nipple at your tug.

“You have such pretty breasts,” he mumbled, his tongue giving your nipples one last flicker before his mouth went lower. You whined as you felt warmth pool in your panties, Sangyeon busy grabbing your legs and spreading them apart.

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, taking your body in, “spread them nice and wide for me.”

Once he was kissing the lace of your underwear, he looked up, silently asking for your consent to go further. You took a deep breath and nodded, suddenly acknowledging what was happening.

You were going to fuck your colleague.

Were you scared? No. Impatient? Hell yes. Excited? More than anyone could imagine.

Your boss and his stupid to-proofread contract were long forgotten, Sangyeon’s hands and mouth doing wonders to get your head off of everything. It was even more effective than a workout session at the gym.

The tearing of your tights got you out of your thoughts, watching Sangyeon smirk as he toyed with your undergarments, pressing a digit on the wet patch as he kissed the inner part of your thighs.

“I can’t believe you are already this wet for me and I barely did anything,” you embarrassingly looked away, and he pulled the damp panties to the side, taking in how beautiful your pussy was.

“So pretty,” he mumbled and you clenched around nothing at his praise, Sangyeon’s hands wrapping around your thighs as he wasted no time and dove his tongue between your folds.

“Sangyeon!” you exclaimed, a hand flying to your mouth at how loudly you yelled his name. Sangyeon was chuckling between your legs, loving how sensitive you were for him.

Your hand flew to his hair as you moaned out his name, feeling his tongue reaching parts between your folds that you never knew existed. His nose teased your clit, making your heart hammer in your chest faster. He was so good at eating you out, that you started to wonder if he had lots of experience to be this good.

Sangyeon’s tongue prevented you from wandering too deep in your thoughts as it focused on your most sensitive parts, making you cry out his name when you felt two fingers tease your glistering slit.

“Please Sangyeon,” you begged and he hummed against your pussy, gently inserting two fingers inside you. The stretch felt so good, his digits searching for your sweet spot each time he rutted them inside you. After a few strokes, when he realised that he had found it – thanks to a strangled moan falling from your pretty lips –, he focused on it like he was on a mission.

“Do I make you feel good, my pretty girl?” he asked from between your legs, his warm breath hitting your folds, his fingers still going in and out of you as he teasingly licked your clit.

“Y-Yeah, fuck!” you cried in a high-pitched moan, Sangyeon maintaining eye contact as the squelching sound of your pussy filled the silence, your hips bucking up against his mouth as his cock hardened at your helplessness.

Removing his digits for a short moment, you whined from the emptiness. You heard a zip but paid no mind to it, too lost in your own pleasure to care.

Sangyeon, now on his knees in front of you, had reached for his cock in his pants, stroking his shaft with his hand coated in your juices, your moans only increasing the lust he felt for you.

“Fuck Sangyeon, I’m so close,” you mumbled, hands gripping the edge of the desk, a foot resting on your desk while your other leg was resting on his shoulder, granting him more access to your core.

“Cum for me, baby. I wanna see how beautiful you look coming on my tongue,” he whispered while kissing the top of your pussy, right above your clit, before diving back to make you cum. He abandoned his hard cock to trigger your g-spot again, your cries indicating to him that you were close to reaching your high.

And it didn’t disappoint. In a loud cry of his name, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. Your core squeezed his fingers, barely letting him move them inside you and your legs shook around him, your face contorting in pleasure as you fisted his hair, keeping him close to your pussy. He lapped at your juices like a starved man, his fingers teasing your clit to make you fully ride your orgasm.

“Sangyeon,” you moaned out of breath as he proudly looked at his glistening fingers. Your nipples hardened at the sight of a satisfied Sangyeon licking his digits with a smile as if he had just finished eating a tasteful dessert.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that?” he asked while helping you sit up as you had laid down on your desk while orgasming, letting you finish unbuttoning his shirt and push it off his broad shoulders.

He kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself as your tongues waltzed together, your arms wrapping around his neck, caressing his shoulders as you were still weak from your orgasm.

“And you look so handsome when you’re eating me out, you know that?” you imitated him and he smiled, his mouth parting against yours in a breathy sigh as you reached for his cock in between your bodies.

It was even better than he had imagined the day before. It felt different than his hand, he even dared to say it felt way better. You used your two hands to stroke his shaft, one of them sometimes teasing his balls.

While looking at him, you gently spat into your palm before bringing it to his cock, Sangyeon throwing his head back at the sight.

“It feels so good, Y/N, keep going please,” you smiled, blushing at his praise, loving how handsome he looked and how hot he sounded while grunting and bucking his hips in your hand. The tip of his cock was angry, red, precum leaking from the tip as it mixed with your spit.

You quickened your pace just to tease him, only for Sangyeon to grab your wrist to slow you down.

“Stop, stop darling, I wanna last,” he chuckled before kissing you, pulling you to him. Your breasts were pressed flush against his chest, loving how warm his skin felt against your hard nipples.

“Do we have condoms?” he mumbled against your lips, and you thought about it for a second, quickly getting your sanitary pouch from your purse.

“We can still get one in Anastasias’ drawer if this one is expired,” you mumbled as Sangyeon studied it, ripping it open once he saw it was still up to date.

“No need,” Sangyeon smirked and rolled it down his shaft, throwing the wrapping next to your bra as your core clenched around the sight of his member.

Leaning on your elbows, you watched him and smiled, admiring the view his broad shoulders and abs were offering you. He did the same with you, checking your breasts and pretty face out while stroking his cock.

“I think we both like what we see, right?” you giggled, and he nodded, leaning forward to kiss you on the lips, to which you immediately responded. His cock rested against your stomach, your heart skipping a beat at how big he was.

Slightly pulling away, Sangyeon rested his forehead against yours, tapping and sliding his cock a few times against your wet core, a prominent vein deliciously grazing against your clit. You whimpered at the jolts of electricity it sent in your body, your fingers clutching his shoulders as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

“Oh my god baby, you’re so tight,” he grunted, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth as you tried to keep looking deep in his brown orbits, but to no avail.

He was about halfway in, the stretch making you throw your head back, arms weakening under the weight of the pleasure Sangyeon was giving you. You moaned out his name, feeling full as his hips rested against your thighs.

Both out of breath at the new sensation, he gently grabbed you by the throat to press his lips against yours, your hands flying to his hair to prevent you from falling back on your desk.

“You’re so big,” you groaned and he smirked, two of his digits pushing your lips apart to let your tongue coat them in spit before bringing them down where your bodies met, teasing your clit in sharp circles.

“Shit, you feel so good, Y/N,” he muttered, getting lost in the warmth your pussy was engulfing his cock bit by bit till he was flushed against you.

“Move, please,” he obliged, sliding his cock in and out of you at a steady pace. Your breasts bounced at each thrust, Sangyeon’s mouth diving to litter them with love bites.

Your moans filled your closed office, your nails scratching the skin of his shoulders as Sangyeon’s mouth continued its assault on your breasts. He picked up the pace, hand still steady around your throat to prevent you from squirming too much, making sure you stared into his eyes. High-pitched moans of his name fell from your lips, brows furrowing in pleasure as his dick brushed nonstop against all the spots that made you see stars, the reduction of oxygen increasing your blissful state.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?” he breathlessly asked, his hands leaving your throat to travel up and down your body, mouth vividly kissing every inch of your skin. You whined, head clouded with the feeling of his dick throbbing into you, addictingly rubbing against your soft walls that wanted to trap him forever. 

He wouldn’t mind, though.

“Fuck, yeah it does,” you managed to mutter, your words being cut by the noises of Sangyeon’s hips harshly colliding against your thighs.

Sangyeon looked down, his dick twitching at how it disappeared inside your core. He enjoyed the sight, rubbing circles on your clit. The little whimpers of pleasure you were trying to stifle only encouraged him to keep going, wanting to hear again how pretty you sounded when you cum.

He briefly stilled inside you, grabbing one of your legs and lifting it on his shoulder, kissing your tight-covered ankle. The new angle allowed him to reach deeper and further into you, his free hand grabbing you by the back of your head to prevent you from falling as your nails dug dents into the skin of his forearms you were clutching onto in utter pleasure.

“Sangyeon, please,” you begged in a cry, eyes imploring god knows what. He kissed your lips to silence you, hand gently stroking your cheek. “I’m so close,” you whispered when he pulled away, chest deeply heaving as Sangyeon picked up the pace.  

Your body started feeling hot, indicating that you were closer to your release. Sangyeon felt you clench hard around his cock, giving him the signal as well, your moans increasing in volume as his hand came back in contact with your clit, rubbing it and gently slapping it to bring you closer to your peak.

“Come for me beautiful, let it all go around me,” he mumbled against your lips before capturing them in a quick kiss, his thrusts intensifying in sharpness, the new pace sending you over the edge in a loud scream of pleasure. His name and profanities fell off your lips as your legs shook, Sangyeon now gently sliding his cock in and out of you, enjoying with a smile the beautiful sight that it was to see you cum around him.

When you came back to your senses, still sensitive from your intense orgasm, you felt a mouth kissing the warm skin from one collarbone to another, warm hands on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum, Y/N,” he breathed against your chest, your hand pushing some strands of hair away from his eyes.

“You already said that,” you giggled, and he chuckled, gently biting your earlobe, and making you squeal.

“I know, I just can’t get enough of it,” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours in a delicate kiss.

You got lost in the kiss for a brief moment, before realising something.

“Did you cum?” you questioned, hand resting on his cheek.

“It’s okay, you needed it more than-“

You sat up and kissed him, seizing the opportunity of him being distracted with your kiss to push him into your office chair, dropping to your knees.

Your tights did little to no job of shielding your knees from the cold tile flooring, but you didn’t care. You had orgasmed twice in one night, the least you could do was lend him a hand – or your mouth – to help him reach his peak as well.

When Sangyeon looked down, he almost came just by seeing you on your knees in front of him. In a swift motion, you ripped away the condom from his hard length, your hand at the base of it while you kissed your way up to the tip.

“Y/N, please don’t tease me,” Sangyeon gripped the armrests, and you smiled, your mouth wrapping around his cock, your tongue curling slowly around it, taking him in as best as you could.

Spit rolled down his length, your hand stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth. His hips bucked, making you gag, your colleague whispering a soft apology as you pulled away, a string of saliva linking your pretty lips to his cock, thumb pressing on the prominent vein wrapped around his length.

You looked up at him with lustful eyes, hollowing your cheeks, teasing the slit and sucking around the tip like you would do with a lollipop, making Sangyeon shudder in pleasure.

Without warning, your mouth swallowed his cock, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat and its weight on your tongue, his balls heavy in your palm. You stroked the wrinkly skin, earning a low grunt from Sangyeon as you kept on bobbing your head up and down.

“Oh yeah, Y/N, keep going. You're really good at this- fuck!” Sangyeon whispered, his fantasy slowly becoming a reality. His face distorted in pleasure looked down, your eyes meeting as you kept pleasuring him. He threw his head back, his hands landing in your hair as he gathered it in a messy ponytail, wanting to keep seeing your pretty face as you sucked him off.

Your jaw started hurting, like your knees, but you kept going, wanting to satisfy him as best as he satisfied you. He would never tell you, but just the fact that you let him kiss you and touch would have already been enough for him. But now, Sangyeon was not going to complain to have his dick deep in your mouth, just like he had imagined it the night before.

The moans you let out while he was fucking you came back to his mind, adding another source of pleasure to your mouth wrapped around his cock. He felt his high coming and you did too, his girthy length in your mouth slightly increasing, urging you to pick up the pace.

“Y/N, keep going, ohhh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!” he warned, and you pulled away, wrapping your hand around it, keeping the same steady pace.

Sangyeon swiftly removed your hand to stroke himself, his other free hand grabbing your chin to prevent you from moving. You drew your tongue out and that was the last straw; thick, white ropes of cum landed on your face and dropped to your chest in the following second, your name escaping from Sangyeon’s lips in heavy sighs.

Getting back on your feet, you smiled at him, sitting on his lap. He slightly shuddered as your core grazed against his still-sensitive cock, his chest heaving at the force of his release.

“Thank you,” you timidly mumbled and he smiled, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

The lust had died down, the atmosphere now becoming soft and quiet, the stillness of the night engulfing you in a warm hug.

“You don’t have to thank me for nothing,” he mumbled, wrapping an arm around you as he slid the chair closer to your desk, grabbing a few tissues to clean your chest and chin.

“I could thank you for plenty-“

“You don’t have to. I did it because I like you, okay?” Sangyeon mumbled and it was your turn to smile, goosebumps rising on your skin as he kissed your collarbone.

“Let’s call in sick tomorrow,” he proposed, and you gasped, ready to protest, “I wanna take you out properly.”

“But the meeting-”

“Fuck the boss and his fucking meeting. He can deal with the work on his own,” Sangyeon grunted, looking at you with tender eyes as you tamed the strands of his hair that you tugged on.

“I’m scared that he will humiliate me again because I didn’t do the work he asked me for,” you confessed, taking a deep breath. Sangyeon’s hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at him.

“He'll hear from me if he makes another inappropriate comment to you in front of everyone. Let me drive you home now,” he answered, kissing your lips before letting you slide off his lap to get dressed.  

[itsbeeble]

BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU'RE INVITED!

PAIRINGS: tbz x f!reader

GENRES: smut, fluff, minimal angst, crack

WARNINGS: smut, minor angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, alcohol, swearing, more warnings to be added to the individual fics 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: Have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? If so, then these fics are just for you! Join us as we take a glimpse into the Tau Beta Zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE: The way me and Fawn have been planning this for so long omgggg. Me and Fawn are so excited to announce this collab in celebration of my 1 year on tumblr, 6 year anniversary of The Boyz, AND as just a fun little event!! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am hehe. And please feel free to send an ask or comment on this post if you'd like to be tagged in each part!!

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of schoolwork for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you since the day he met you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O'CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 | PT. 2)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

© juyeonszn & itsbeeble. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[star-suh]

Three Boys.

Lee Sangyeon & Lee Juyeon x Male Reader.

cw: tops sangyeon and juyeon, pwp, cock kiss, rimjob, blowjob, deepthroat, spit roasting, spitplay, some sangyeon x juyeon moments, they're pornstars.

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y/n was one of the most prominent stars in recent months in the porn industry so it was not surprising that he received messages asking for collaborations. of the many that he had, one caught his attention “lee fucking sangyeon and lee fucking juyeon want to make a collab with me? i feel like i'm gonna faint” putting one hand on his forehead acting as if he was indeed going to faint.

the day has come and here they are, the three boys installing all the cameras quickly so they can dive right into the sex part of the video.

juyeon and y/n started kissing while stroking each other's cock and sangyeon went straight to y/n's ass burying himself on it while groping his ass.

gushy sounds were coming from y/n's hole, the constant spits of sangyeon and his wet tongue were leaving his ass dilated “probably the best cake i've ever ate” joked sangyeon with a string of saliva connecting his chin to the other male's hole.

juyeon tongue was exploring the inside os y/n's mouth, spitting on it and then sucking his tongue while using his hands to spread the ass cheeks of the bottom so sangyeon can fuck the bottom's deeper with his wet muscle.

sangyeon stood up and guide y/n's mouth to his cock, he started licking the tip going down to his balls and smell them “love the smell” praised y/n swallowing the cock all at once. the sudden deepthroat caught sangyeon off guard making him moan and his body started spasming due to the immense pleasure “damn what a skilled cocksucker”. juyeon joined seconds later helping y/n to suck the other's cock.

their tongues were going up and down taking turns to suck the tip and lick the pre-cum. then their mouths clashed in a kiss, with sangyeon's dick in the middle, the sight making the older male's cock throb.

sangyeon sat in a sofa with y/n straddling him getting ready to take his cock, he sat on it slowly enjoying the stretching sensation. then he moved his hips and started riding it, squeezing it everytime he goes down. meanwhile juyeon mouthfucked y/n, locking his strong hands around the other's head forcing him to deepthroat his cock for 10 seconds.

“6. 7. that's right, just a little more.. 8. 9. 10. here you go” juyeon free the male's head watching how many strands of thick saliva connected his soaked shaft to y/n's lustful mouth.

now it's juyeon's time to fuck that sweet hole “it's already so stretched so i guess that i can put it all in at once” and as he said he slammed himself onto y/n pushing him against the sofa drawing a growl out of him “you fucking … bastard” cried y/n in pleasure, enjoying juyeon's thrusts.

sangyeon didn't want to stay doing anything so he decided to eat juyeon's ass first, his tongue licking that tight ring of muscles. when he finished doing that, he now focused on licking and spitting on juyeon's cock every time he entered y/n's hole. juyeon took out his entire cock for sangyeon to suck and then inserted it back into y/n, repeating the action many more times.

with y/n now straddling and riding juyeon, sangyeon rubbed his cock between the bottom's ass cheeks. juyeon then pulls out and sangyeon enters. they started taking turns in fucking that lustful ass.

y/n positioned himself in a doggy position so they can fuck his two holes, juyeon in the mouth and sangyeon in the ass. both tops locked hands and kissed each other while slamming themselves into y/n. the bottom was feeling so much pleasure that his eyes rolled back and he started to stroke his dick to cum.

“he's squeezing me so hard with his throat” growled juyeon. “same here” said sangyeon “i think he's going to cum” and as soon as sangyeon said that y/n came, staining the couch with his cum. juyeon kept fucking that tight throat until that he floods him with his cum “that's right dude, drink all my milk” tears staining y/n's cheek while he struggle swallowing the thick cum with the dick still throbbing inside his mouth.

on the other side sangyeon stroke himself shooting his seed straight on y/n's gaping hole as if it were a target shooting game “now let me churn it” he said introducing his dick again thrusting a couple of times.

Y/n kneels and takes both cocks with her hands, trying to suck both at the same time and put them inside her mouth. Despite his attempts, he can't because of how thick they are, so he dedicated himself to leaving them clean of semen..

“thanks for today guys it was amazing” a shy y/n waved a goodbye to the pair of dudes in front of him. “we also loved spending time with you, give us a call if you want to hang out and record another collab” sangyeon winked.”bye” waved juyeon blowing a kiss towards y/n… “they're so hot” sighs y/n, being whipped for those two men who seem sculpted by the gods themselves.

[sluttywonwoo]

the roster | part one of three

pairing: christopher bahng + lee sangyeon + choi seuncheol x f!reader

summary: what happens when all the guys on your roster find out about each other?

warnings: see here (mdni!!!)

word count: 4.4k

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You’d been set up. You should have known something was off when Sangyeon texted you to come over. He never texted you first. He was the most reserved of the three, always letting you be the one to reach out to him if you wanted to hook up. 

You shot him an accusatory glare but he pointedly avoided your gaze, choosing instead to stare at something on the ceiling that was apparently much more interesting.  

Seungcheol was the first to speak, of course. “Did you really think we wouldn’t find out?” 

You figured there was no point in lying. They already had you cornered. “Yeah, kind of.” The three of them scoffed in unison, making you hold up your hands in defense. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other like that!”

In fact, you had chosen each of them precisely because you thought there wouldn’t be any conflicts of interest. They were all in different groups, all the leaders of said groups which you thought would mean that they were almost always busy with their members. You didn’t think they had time for friends. Let alone friends who were of different ages and also leaders. 

Chris was the biggest gamble. You knew that he knows almost everyone in the industry and has a lot of friends but you didn’t think he knew the other two guys you were fucking well enough to put together that you were actually sleeping with all of them. 

Everything had been going so well. You had perfected your system over the months, using the boys’ schedules to your advantage so there was never any overlap. Seungcheol got weekends, Sangyeon got Wednesdays and Fridays, and Chris got 3ams on Tuesdays, Thursdays, (and sometimes Fridays if you weren’t sleeping over at Sangyeon’s) because that’s just when he was free. You keep your Mondays and the last full week of every month free so that you have time for yourself. Otherwise you’d drive yourself crazy spending all your time with men. 

You had never agreed to be exclusive with any of them. You made it more than clear that wasn’t what you were looking for. Still, they must have thought you weren’t seeing anyone else because all three of them had shown up to this confrontation and all three of them looked pissed. 

“Is it just the three of us?” Chris chimes in. 

“How much time do you think I have?” you mutter. 

“Just answer the question.”

You look away from them. “Yeah, there’s no one else.”

“Lucky us,” Seungcheol sneers. 

“Hey, you’re the one who said you wanted something casual,” you remind him, your tone icy. “You wanted to sleep around with no strings attached and I agreed.”

You’ve known Seungcheol the longest. You were friends first, through your job, but it quickly turned into something more. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other, spending nights and mornings together. Going to sleep and waking up and stealing kisses in elevators. Talking on the phone for hours and planning dates in the different cities he was touring in. 

He shut you down before you could get too delusional about it, though, stating plainly that all he wanted was a strict friends-with-benefits sort of situation. You still remember the feeling of your throat burning as you fought back tears, telling him that was perfectly fine, that you felt the same way. 

You couldn’t let yourself get too attached to a man who didn’t want you in the same way you wanted him so you looked for a distraction and found one in Lee Sangyeon. You met him through Jacob, a younger member of his group. Sangyeon was the perfect distraction. He was charming and funny, never one to take himself too seriously. He was a real gentleman and it didn’t hurt that he had a huge dick. 

You were the one to broach the topic of nonexclusivity with him this time, wanting to beat him to it. You knew exactly what all of these idols wanted. Choi Seungcheol had taught you that lesson early on. Sangyeon took it well, at least, as well as you expected him to. He told you he was on the same page as you, that he was just looking for something casual and you believed him. Now, looking at the expression on his face as he listens to the two other men talk, you’re not sure. 

And then Chris just sort of fell into your lap. You weren’t looking for anything else. Juggling two men was enough work. You just so happened to run into him at some after party, stopping him to compliment his music. One thing led to another and you were shoving your tongue down his throat in a dark closet. Apparently he had a thing for praise. 

Neither of you had to be the one to friend(swithbenefits)zone the other. You brought it up one night as you laid in his bed together and he was quick to agree. 

“Yeah, I don’t have time for anything more than... this, right now,” he sighed. He sounded a little regretful about it, like he thought he was being an asshole despite you voicing the same sentiment. 

So you hadn’t been doing anything wrong- even if your brain liked to tell you otherwise sometimes. You defined the (non)relationships with each of them, used protection with all of them, you weren’t leading anyone on... it had just so happened to get a little bit... messy, for lack of a better word. 

-

“No strings attached doesn’t mean I want you to fuck my friends!” Seungcheol huffs, running a hand through his hair. 

“I didn’t know you were friends with them!” you cry, throwing your head back onto the back of the couch in frustration and accidentally banging your head against the wall in the process. 

“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks, wincing. 

The other two side-eye him. 

“I’m fine. But why am I here? Did you bring me here just to yell at me?”

“Not exactly,” Chris says, smirking. 

You look to the other men for an explanation but neither of them offer any further explanation. 

“Then why?”

Chris slides his hands in his front pockets and shrugs. “Well, if you’re up for it, the three of us thought we might have a little fun with you.”

“What does that mean?”

Seungcheol steps forward and mirrors Chan’s stance, cocking his head to the side for good measure. You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, knowing it would only make things worse for you. 

To be fair, all the posturing would be a lot more annoying if they weren’t the hottest men you’d ever seen in your life. 

“I think you know what that means,” Cheol adds, supplying absolutely nothing helpful. 

“Obviously I don’t or I wouldn’t have asked,” you argue. 

Seungcheol whistles and then looks to his friends. “Is she this bratty with you guys?” Chris gives an ‘eh’ hand motion whilst Sangyeon nods outright. “Yeah, I figured.”

“Did you think you were getting special treatment?” you taunt, surprising even yourself. 

He scowls but doesn’t respond, probably in an effort to maintain some semblance of self-control in front of the other two. If it were just you and him, you’d have a hand around your throat already. And maybe that’s what you wanted. Maybe your mouth was working faster than your brain in order to get a specific... reaction out of them like you normally would. Or maybe your mouth just liked to get you in trouble. 

From the way they were acting, they obviously hadn’t lured you here just to hang out. It had to be some sort of sex thing, right? You certainly weren’t opposed, you just needed to figure out what game they were playing so that you could be dealt in. 

“We were curious about which one of us you like the most,” Chris says finally. At least someone was interested in getting to the fucking point. 

You blink at him then turn to look at Seungcheol who just nods in confirmation. “You want me to... rank you? Why?”

“You’re the one who has us on a little roster,” Sangyeon points out, sounding a little mean for the first time tonight. “Surely you’ve thought about it before.”

You shake your head. “I haven’t. I mean, I like all of you guys! I wouldn’t hang out with you if I didn’t.”

“We don’t care about hanging out, we want to know who you think is the best in bed,” Seungcheol clarifies. 

“What?”

“You know, who’s the best fuck?”

“Why do you even care?” you ask. “Like what are you getting out of this?”

“Just a little competition between friends,” Chris assures you with a wink. 

“I... wouldn’t even know where to start,” you insist. 

“We thought you might say that,” Seungcheol hums as he steps closer to you. “Which is why we thought we could test it in real time.”

“In real time?”

“Yeah, let us fuck you, then you tell us who’s best.”

“Right now?” 

Seungcheol shrugs. “You asked why we brought you here.”

“And you just assumed I’d be down?”

“Yeah,” all three of them say at the same time. 

It’s your turn to scoff. So that’s what they think of you. You shouldn’t have expected anything different, to be fair. It wasn’t like you were a saint. You literally had your dick appointments with all of them penciled into your Google Calendar every week. 

“C’mon, baby, we know you by now,” Chris adds, plopping down on the sofa next to you. He stretches his arm across the back of it like guys like to do, opening himself up for you to lean into him if you wanted to. “Are you saying you don’t want us to take turns fucking your brains out?”

You stay silent. 

“Should we take that as a yes?” Sangyeon asks. 

“I’d say so,” Chris agrees.

Seungcheol claps his hands together decisively and then points to the man sitting next to you. “Chan, you’re up first then, yeah? That’s how you do it in your group, right? Youngest first?”

He’s mocking him but Chris doesn’t acknowledge it. If there’s one thing you know about Bang Chan, it’s that he’s not one to back down from a challenge, and while going first in this sort of competition must be daunting he doesn’t look the least bit shaken. 

“Are we doing this here?” he asks the older two. 

Sangyeon considers it and shrugs. “We should probably move to the bed, right?” 

“Dude, it’s your house.”

“There’s more room on the bed,” Sangyeon decides, offering you his hand. 

You take it and he helps you up from the couch. You step in front of the boys and lead them to Sangyeon’s bedroom, calling “it’s this way,” over your shoulder just to be a menace. You can’t see the faces they make behind you but you hear Sangyeon chuckle under his breath. 

You flick on one of his table lamps and make yourself comfortable on the bed, patting the spot next to you for Chris to join you. He does and puts a hand on your thigh, squeezing your thigh comfortingly. Seungcheol and Sangyeon lean against the dresser across from the bed in the most non-awkward way they can manage. 

Somehow, they both still look intimidating despite the fact that they’re essentially about to be cucked by one of their closest friends. 

“What now?” you ask. 

Chris brings one of his hands up to cup your cheek and leans in. “Now, we do this.”

He kisses you gently at first. Whether it’s to ease your nerves or his own, you aren’t sure, but he starts slow, building up to what you’re used to. His thumb strokes your cheek as if to reassure you as he deepens the kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth. His other hand that had been resting on your hip fumbles with your pants. 

“Just pretend they aren’t there,” he whispers. 

It’s impossible to do when you can feel the weight of their stares on you but you try to relax anyway, reminding yourself that something like this has been a fantasy of yours for a while now. You never thought it would actually happen and you definitely didn’t think it would be with them but with your luck you honestly shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. 

“This isn’t going to work if you don’t relax,” Chris continues, low enough for only you to hear. “I kind of have something to prove here.”

“You don’t have anything to prove,” you assure him. “You’re great in bed.”

“They don’t know that,” he hisses. 

“Sorry, sorry, I forgot this is just a competition to you guys,” you grumble. 

He chuckles. “What, you want me to make love to you in front of them? Because I will.”

“I think that’d be even more embarrassing, somehow.” 

“Exactly, now lay down and let me fuck you brainless so you can’t overthink anymore.”

He had such a way with words, that Bang Chan did. 

He shifts so you can lay down and take your pants off. Your shirt goes next, leaving you in just your underwear. It’s the most exposed you’ve ever felt even though you’ve been completely naked in front of all three men before. 

Chris snaps the elastic waistband of your cotton panties against your hip and smirks. “Cute.”

You pout, ready to defend your granny panties but Sangyeon pipes up from the other side of the room before you can.

“She doesn’t care what she wears over to mine because she knows it won’t stay on long anyway.”

That was actually true. You dressed the most comfortably to hang out with Sangyeon because you knew he wouldn’t care. It wasn’t like Chris or Seungcheol cared more, and you didn’t really dress up for them either, but there was a notable difference between the amount of effort you put in for each man, something you hadn’t noticed until just now. 

“She wet yet?” Seungcheol asks, sounding bored. 

You know it’s just a front so his jealousy and impatience won’t shine through because it’s not a very good one. Seungcheol is not and never has been good at hiding his feelings. 

Chris shoots him a look. “I was getting to that.” 

Seungcheol holds his hands up in defense but thankfully keeps his mouth shut. 

Chris sucks in a breath of patience and brings his hand in between your legs, fingers tracing your slit. Your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment because you are, in fact, wet. You have been since they sat you down and stood in front of you like you were going to be scolded for doing something wrong. 

“Yeah, she’s fucking wet,” Chris rasps. “Jesus Christ, baby. I bet your joggers are ruined too.”

His teasing makes you try to close your thighs around his hand but his reflexes beat yours and he catches your knee to force your legs back open. 

“Nice try.”

“You’re the worst.”

His fingers start to wander beneath the fabric of your panties, feather light touches that already have you gasping for breath. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do, I really do.”

“Want me to stop?” he threatens.

“What happened to having something to prove?” you mutter back. 

“Always such a fucking brat,” he muses, jaw tight. 

“Don’t act like you don’t love that about me.”

“You’re consistent, I’ll give you that.”

Chris leans down and kisses you again, presumably to get you to stop talking. It works, of course. He lets his tongue explore your mouth while his hands explore your body, still not giving you what you really want. 

Eventually, he slips a finger inside, taking you by surprise and making you gasp as you grab at him for something to squeeze. He offers you his arm and you take it, fingernails digging into his bicep. 

“It’s just one finger, baby,” Chris coos. 

“Feels.... good, though,” you squeak. 

He adds another right as you start to get used to the feeling of the first and you have to take a deep breath to keep yourself from making another embarrassing noise. 

“Don’t hold back. Let the boys know how good I’m making you feel.”

Seungcheol scoffs, tonguing his cheek. “You don’t have to fake it for him, babe.” 

“Are you sure you guys are friends?” you pant. 

They don’t answer, leaving you to draw the conclusions yourself. You’re sure they were friends... whether they would be after this was another story. 

Chris crooks his fingers up, knowing you won’t be able to stay quiet once he does. He’s right. You moan, albeit quietly, and arch into his touch. 

“So what are the parameters of this competition?” Chris asks the other two and turns his head towards them while he continues to work his fingers in and out of you. 

“What do you mean?” Sangyeon asks back. 

“Like, does foreplay count? Or is she judging solely based on our stroke game?”

Seungcheol considers it for a moment before looking to Sangyeon. “What do you think?”

“I think the judgment should include foreplay,” he says. “Foreplay is part of sex after all.”

“Good point,” Chris agrees. “Any other rules?” They shake their heads. “What about you, baby? Do you have any rules for us?”

You purse your lips as you think, trying not to lose focus with his fingers inside of you. “Just don’t go too hard. I do have to work on Monday.”

It’s only Friday night now, but knowing them, you’ll probably be sore for at least a couple of days afterward. 

Chris laughs. “We’ll do our best. Right, guys?”

They mumble what sounds like an agreement and Sangyeon even gives you a thumbs-up. 

“Can I keep going?” Chris asks you. 

“You didn’t really stop,” you point out.

He had still been fingering you lazily throughout the whole aside. It wasn’t enough to get you off but it was certainly distracting. You had to try very hard to concentrate on what they were saying. 

“C’mon, this is nothing,” he teases, bringing his thumb to your clit as he starts to kiss your neck. “How’s that?” he murmurs into your ear, 

“G-good...”

“Just good? Must be doing something wrong, then.”

Before you can deny it, he adds a third finger, earning a loud cry from you this time. You feel him grin against your throat, hiding his smug satisfaction from the other two. 

“Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Let them see.”

You do as you’re told even though it’s hard. It’s so much. You want to squeeze them around his hand again but you know you’ll only get told off if you do. 

“Good girl,” he praises, making you whimper. 

“That’s all it takes, doesn’t it?” Seungcheol mutters. “We just have to call you a good girl and you’re making a mess all over us, right?”

You squirm, arousal and embarrassment pooling in your belly. You can tell Chris wants to give Cheol shit for butting in when it’s supposed to be his turn, but he doesn’t because his words are technically helping him. You get even wetter around his fingers, a detail Chris elects not to share with the room. 

You’re sure they can see it, though, or at least hear it. The sounds are obscene. 

It’s mortifying. You want to die. But first you want to cum. 

Two of your favorite things about Chris are his hands. They’re huge, especially for a guy his height, and absolutely gorgeous. Thick veins run across the backs of them from his knuckles up through his forearms- he’s a nurse’s wet dream, and yours. You’ve spent an absurd amount of time tracing them with your own fingers when you’re laying in bed together after hooking up and more often than not, it’s enough to make you want to go again. 

He’s good with them too because of course he is. Bang Chan is annoyingly good at everything he does, including but not limited to: making you cum. 

“Already?” Chris muses under his breath. “Does having an audience turn you on that much?”

“Sh-shut up.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who can take their fingers away any time they want to.”

“No, please!” you protest.

“That’s what I thought. Do you want to cum on my fingers? Or should I make you wait for it?” He’s talking to himself at this point but you answer anyway. 

“I-I don’t know...”

“Probably should let you, huh? You’re still so tight.”

You don’t get another word out before it hits you, your body curling in on Chan’s hand as he finger fucks you through your first orgasm of the night. As soon as you come down, he’s taking his fingers out of you and sucking them into his mouth, kissing you right after so you can taste yourself on his lips. 

“Good job, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth as he adds his tongue back into the mix. “Ready for me now?”

“Mhm...”

“Condoms are in the nightstand,” Sangyeon says, nodding in the direction of the bedside table. 

Chris reaches over and pulls the drawer out, whistling at the other things he finds rolling around in the compartment. 

“This hers?” he asks, holding up a vibrator.

“Who else’s would it be?” Sangyeon mutters. 

“I don’t know what you do in your free time, man.”

He drops the toy back in its place and grabs a condom from the box tucked in the corner of the same drawer. The odds of one size fitting three different men were slim, but having slept with each of them you’re sure they’ll be able to make it work. 

Chris hands you the foil packet, allowing you to do the honors of tearing it open with your teeth while he works on getting naked. 

Seungcheol whistles jeeringly at Chan as he takes his cock out and pumps it a couple of times. You can see the back of Chan’s neck flush red but he remains steady as he rolls the latex on. You realize it must be difficult for him to have an audience too, though he has nothing to be self conscious about. Even if they aren’t showing it, you know the other two have to be impressed.

He’s the perfect balance of long and thick and just like his hands, defined veins run up the length of his shaft. You’ve spent what feels like hours tracing those veins with your tongue, watching him shiver under your touch. Most dicks aren’t pretty but Christopher Bahng’s certainly is.

“Ready?” Chris asks, rubbing your thigh with his palm.  

“Yeah,” you breathe.

Since he already made you cum, he’s able to slip in without much resistance- but he’s big enough that the stretch is still intense, making your eyes roll back in pleasure as you stifle a whimper. 

He gives you a moment to adjust once he’s fully inside you, teasing only a little bit with slight movements of his hips. 

“God, that feels good,” you moan.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs sweetly, “you’re taking it so well for me.”

He brushes a couple of strands of hair out of your eyes so that you can see him properly. Obstructed view or not, he’s beautiful on top of you. His own bangs have already started to stick to his forehead and the pink flush of embarrassment has somewhat faded and turned into that of exertion, spreading from the back of his neck to his chest and face and matching the kiss-bitten swell of his lips. The muscles in his arms and shoulders are engaged with the effort it takes to hold himself above you, making him look even bigger. 

His eyes are soft, even as the rest of his features take on a more sinister expression. That was one of the things that made sex with Chris so good. He genuinely cares for you, not just as a lover, but as a person. Lots of guys put effort into making the other party feel good during sex but that doesn’t mean they care about them. It’s not like that with Chris. 

“Want it faster?” he asks you. You nod. “Ask nicely.”

You should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. 

“Please...”

He frees one of his hands and uses it to stroke your cheek. “‘Please,’ what?”

“Faster,” you squeak. 

“Is that the best you can do?” Seungcheol scoffs from the sidelines. 

“I’ll let her off easy this time,” Chris responds. “She can hardly think straight as it is, isn’t that right?”

Another nod. 

You get what you want and Chan picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours in quick, shallow thrusts. 

“You’re getting tighter again,” he grunts, faltering imperceptibly. “You’re making this too easy for me.”

One of the other two makes what you assume is a snide remark but you don’t catch it because everything starts to fade into the background as you start to cum around Chan’s cock. It catches both of you off guard, you can tell. It isn’t unusual for you to finish from penetration alone but it usually takes a lot longer. 

“Holy shit, you’re so- fuck, you’re going to make me cum.”

He keeps going after you come down, chasing his own release. It’s almost enough to send you into a third orgasm but he cums before you can get there which is both a relief and a disappointment. 

You whine as the feeling ebbs and let yourself go boneless underneath him. He follows suit and collapses face first next to you on the mattress. 

“Sorry,” he whispers to you. “I would’ve kept going but I didn’t want you to be too sensitive for them.”

You nod in understanding and pat him appreciatively on the back. 

The room is quiet as the three men wait for you to catch your breath. Chris ensures you’re okay before rolling off the bed and joining the other two by the dresser. He mentions something about cleaning you up when you’re all done and offers to fetch you a glass of water. 

“There’s a Brita in the fridge,” Sangyeon tells him after also pointing him in the direction of the cabinet that holds the cups. 

He disappears into the hall and you gather what little strength you have to pop your head up and address the two remaining leaders at the foot of the bed. 

“Who’s next?”

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[midnightfantasiez]

[00:50AM] Taste Of You - Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: your boyfriend was convinced that he absolutely nailed the performance for the night, and he was also going to make sure that his partner was fully aware of every single detail he had shown on stage and finally indulge in his little reward after the show.

PAIRING: idol!Sangyeon x afab!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: possessive bf Sangyeon hihi 😃, TONS of kissing, hickeys, pretty much a hot yet soft steaming kissing scene in the hotel room and under the sheets 😀, teasing, mentions of oral (reader receiving), mentions of alcohol, Sangyeon is tipsy, dirty talk, Hyunjae makes a little cameo, petnames (baby, babe), a little spoiler on the zeneration 2 concert so beware, proofread once

WORD COUNT: 930

A/N: greetings🧍🏻‍♀️i apologise for being gone for so long irl has just been a total mess 😭 here's a little short one to make up for it; pls bear with me i haven't written in months so this ain't my best work 😭 but thanks to my precious sister wives @daisyvisions @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers for encouraging me & convinced me that this idea i had was doable ily 💗

Sangyeon isn’t a possessive guy. Well, at least when he isn’t tipsy or drunk. 

Sure, he is the best boyfriend one could ever ask for—caring, gentle, and the most affectionate golden retriever-like guy stuck in a big muscular man’s body. He was someone you always craved for attention, obviously because you knew he always gave the best cuddles and hugs after an exhausting day. 

It didn’t matter to him if he had the absolute worst or tiring day—he would always make sure that you were his number one priority, and taking care of you was always high up on his to-do list on a daily basis. 

Many people would think that after a show, let alone a 4-hour concert, your idol boyfriend would be exhausted and crash straight to his hotel room to sleep in until the next morning. Instead, he would bring you to the best izakaya in town, having a little romantic late dinner while chatting away until midnight before returning to the hotel room to rest.

But not this time. 

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what made him snap because for one you were certain that he was in this tip-top condition today—he made no mistake on stage, had a solid one-minute solo performance during one of the songs, and hell even hit every single one of his high notes perfectly. 

The moment he was done packing up and saying goodnight to all of the staff and managers, he quickly came to look for you and grabbed your wrist before dragging you away while conversing with one of the members. You’ll have to treat them to a meal as an apology because Hyunjae always ensured he was getting all the attention and would get sulky whenever he got ignored. (You will be blaming Sangyeon for this later on). 

There weren’t many words exchanged before the both of you were back in your hotel room, and your boyfriend immediately slammed the door shut behind you before pining you against it, staring straight into your eyes before moving his vision down to your lips.

Without warning, he instantly closes the distance between you two, kissing you feverishly as if he were tasting your soft sweet lips for the very first time. A smile formed between the kisses as he tasted his absolute favourite mango lip balm he gave you on your birthday. Taking the scent from your lips, he moves them to your neck, earlobe, and eventually your collarbone—his favourite part to suck on. 

Little by little, he began stripping you down and did the same for himself before transferring to the bed and under the sheets, kissing you nonstop and making sure that you too were devouring his scent and tongue as he wrapped his around yours.

He finally breaks the kiss off since you both entered the hotel room and spoke for the first time after meeting him backstage at the concert hall. “Tell me, how did you find the show tonight?” 

“You never fail to impress me every single time,” you panted, trying your best to catch your breath before his lips connected back to yours and pushing them deeper each second. 

“Did you like the new hair, babe?” 

“You know that black hair just brings out the devil within you- It makes me go insane every time you tease me like that-” 

He chuckled. “So my plan succeeded. Next, tell me about my solo performance. Walk it through with me, baby.”

“You’re so-” 

Sangyeon pushes his tongue into your mouth hushing you for a second. “Nuh-uh, not the right answer. Come on, you can do better than that.” 

“I- You’re insanely captivating to the point that I’m jealous that everyone else gets to see it…”

“So you’d rather I just put on a one-man show for you? Is that what I’m hearing, babe?” He now moves his kisses back to your neck, sucking them gently with the intention of leaving hickeys that will appear very visibly in a couple of hours. 

Trying your best to not dive too deep into this particular topic because you know that Sangyeon wasn’t going to let you off the hook easily—hell, he’s going to tease you about it for god knows how long if you gave in to his indulgence. 

The next time he moves his lips back up to meet yours, you quickly place your fingers onto his, stopping him from planting another kiss before you decide to turn the tables against him for a second. “Your breath stinks of whiskey.” 

It took him off guard for a second as his eyes widened with your response, but you should’ve known that your boyfriend isn’t gullible and he’s quick to catch on, and within seconds he intertwined his fingers with yours, pushing them away before going in to seal his lips again with yours.

“Not like you haven’t tasted it before anyway. Besides, you’re going to taste so much better with that hint of alcohol on you,” he smacked his lips, and he quickly gave you a little peck before he finally decided to travel down in between your thighs. 

“W-What are you doing, babe?” 

Lifting his head up for one final look, a smirk was plastered across his face, and he gave you a silent warning—whispering softly about what he was going to do next.

One that you knew that you were going to be doomed as hell. 

“Your little pussy is going to taste heavenly with the hint of whiskey on them, and I’ll make sure that you’re going to moan as loud as you can for me tonight.”

A/N: btw i am unwell after what he did during the concert....iykyk (which is also why i got inspired to write this the brainrot is horrible 😔)

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[moonhoures]

I Can See You

🕷️ kinktober — day 20: office sex 🕸️

pairing: sangyeon (the boyz) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, coworkers!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, secret relationship, sex in a storage closet at work, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

word count: ~1.2k

synopsis: your work has a strict no dating policy, but rules are made to be broken, right?

a/n: yes, i did base this off of ‘i can see you’ by taylor swift, shoutout to all my fellow swifties 💜

posted: october 20, 2023

It had started with a bump of shoulders in the hallway. You were the new girl at your job, having only started two days prior. Your office wasn’t even completely settled in yet, just a lonely desk, chair, and mini fridge with no personality attached to it. But on that fateful third day, you were hurrying across your floor to meet with your assigned trainer, hoping to catch her before she took off for her lunch. That’s when you met him, unceremoniously at that, bumping against him in the hallway as a result of you being too busy looking down at your emails. But when you looked up to profusely apologize, you were met with the sight of the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. He had the features of a Calvin Klein model and the wardrobe of a CEO, but you could tell he was just a low-level executive like you were.

“No problem, sweetheart,” he responded with a polite smile, unbothered by your clumsiness. He even had the heart to offer to help you to your trainer’s office but you declined, mostly out of embarrassment. Little did you know, he had found your reaction extremely cute.

You had found out his name was Sangyeon. And he spent the new few weeks using any and every opportunity he had to get you alone and talk. In the copy room. In the lunch room. In the hallway after the exec meetings. Even on the walk to your car after punch-out time. Usually, if it was any other guy, you would find the behavior off putting, but it was him. Admittedly, you were falling for him.

All of the flirtatious mannerisms and private conversations came to a head on the night of a staff dinner. All the executives went out together after clocking out one Friday, and at the end of the night, Sangyeon offered to walk you to your car as he often did. Though, this time, with none of your coworkers around, he asked to kiss you. And you let him. And in the following weeks, you two began a relationship that could only be described as hot-blooded.

You two took turns visiting each other’s apartments for a secret rendezvous, but you keep everything professional at work. It was tough, but, man, was it exciting. It felt like a game sometimes, seeing how much you could get away with without making anything obvious. The fleeting glances. The secret touches. The stolen conversations in hallways. The notes left in each other’s desk drawers.

Sangyeon lived for the thrill of getting caught, often urging you to meet him in the bathroom during odd times of the day or meet him at a nearby abandoned parking lot for lunch to keep your meetings out of the eye of your coworkers. Each time, you left him while adjusting your skirt or some misplaced hair and he fixed his tie.

After one exec meeting, you followed the crowd out of the door, turning towards the direction of your office. And just after you turned the corner, you saw Sangyeon waiting for you at the end of the hallway, a knowing smile on his lips. He gave you a pointed look, then he was disappearing around the next corner. That usually meant he left something at your desk. Sure enough, once you opened your drawer you saw a note that had scrawled on it ‘meet me @ closet in 5’.

Five minutes later, you were being pulled into the storage closet at the far end of your floor where no one seemed to go as it was mostly only used for the fire escape. Sangyeon had his hands on you as soon as the door shut, his jacket was already knocked onto the floor, but he didn’t seem to care.

“You look so beautiful today,” he complimented you as he kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. All the while, his large hands were cupping the flesh of your thighs and ass over your skirt, “Couldn’t stop staring at you in the meeting.”

“I know, I’m starting to think Changmin is getting suspicious of us,” you giggled, your own hands grasping at his waist.

“I don’t care,” he admitted between kisses left along the side of your neck, “Wish I could tell everyone in this whole building that you’re mine.”

“You know we can’t,” you said, though you smiled at his words anyways. Your work had a no dating policy, and from what Sangyeon had told you, it was pretty strict. You were still too new to put your job in jeopardy for such a policy, but you didn’t mind your affair behind closed doors.

“One day,” he spoke those words like a promise, just as he was finishing unbuckling his belt. In minutes, he had his cock out (red and weeping for you) and your skirt bunched up around your hips. He grasped onto one of your legs, hoisting it up against his waist as he fed his dick between your thighs, wetting it between your folds. A content sigh left his lips at the sensation he had begun to know all too well, reveling in it.

“I have work I need to finish, Sangyeon,” you reminded him, tugging on his tie to bring him to reality. This only made him kiss you, passionately, in a way that had you forgetting you were even at work in the first place. Then you were the one sighing as he filled you to the brim with his cock, your walls clenching around him as they took in his girth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered, taking a tighter hold on you as he began thrusting into you.

Your back thumped softly into the wall behind you with every bump and grind. The room was quickly filled with the sounds of you two fucking as well as the sounds of your heavy breathing and sorry attempts to keep your moans quiet. Sangyeon preferred to cover your mouth with his hand, liking the way you looked, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. So he ended up swallowing your moans himself, kissing you and moaning back against your lips.

“Tell me you’re close,” he said, feeling his orgasm approaching. His hot, ragged breath was warming your collarbones as he smothered the base of your neck with his gentle kisses, extra careful not to leave any marks on your skin.

“I am, just- just a little bit longer,” you assured him, squeezing his cock inside of you. That only made him let out a choked groan resembling an expletive. His hips hastened, and he urged you to cum for him. The sound of his sweet voice encouraging you did wonders, and soon you were cumming over him, making a mess of the both of you.

Luckily, this wasn’t your first rodeo, so he gifted you with a kiss to your temple before he reached over for the box of tissues he used to wipe you both. Once the two of you looked pretty decent, he gave you a few, chaste kisses before making his way down the hall to the bathroom on his side of the floor. You couldn’t help admiring the way he walked so confidently in his suit, adjusting his tie as he disappeared around the corner. You wondered how long it would take for him to find the note you had slipped into his pocket that read:

‘Meet me tonight. x’

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PAIRING lee sangyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.40k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, being obsessed with sangyeon’s nose, in my head i was thinking about that interview where doja cat says she likes big noses bc u can sit on them, oral (f! receiving), face riding, cum eating 👀

SUMMARY what waxing poetry about your boyfriend’s nose in your head instead of paying attention to the tv rewards you with.

MORE HAHAHAHAAH happy day 1 of fawntober!! today is the start of my most insane idea yet tbh. this one is a little short but dw some will be longer!! shout out to my bestie baes for beta’ing and also reese for proofreading <3 and another shout out to doja cat for providing me inspiration once again!! pls reblog if u liked this 🫨

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble

Look away, Y/N.

All you needed to do was look away and you could save yourself the embarrassment that you were sure was to come. But no, you didn’t care about your mental well-being all that much, so you do the opposite of that. In fact, you stare just a little harder, your magazine falling into your lap as your grip on it loosens.

Sangyeon wasn’t even doing anything. He was merely watching whatever movie was on the TV, paying you no mind as you practically eye-fucked the side of his head. God, you couldn’t help yourself, what with how attractive his side profile was. Especially that nose.

His fucking nose.

You could write poetry about the facial feature, drawling on and on with as many metaphors as the English lexicon could provide you. And despite being together nearly two years at this point, you still felt a bit shy when it came to intimacy. The thought of admitting your attraction to his nose was humiliating.

Yet, you couldn’t stop fucking staring.

“I can feel you burning holes into the side of my face, baby. What’s up?”

You blink, like a prey cornered by its predator. Now that you’d been caught red-handed, you didn’t know what to do. Your cheeks warm up, and so does the rest of your body when he slides a hand up your thigh, thumb rubbing a comforting circle into your plush skin. Here he was, being your sweet, doting boyfriend, and you were thinking about sitting on his face like a goddamn horndog.

“N-Nothing!” Nice going, Y/N. If he wasn’t that skeptical of you before, he certainly was now.

“You know I can see right through you,” he raises an eyebrow, finally turning his head to look at you and your comically wide eyes. “So tell me what’s bothering you.”

You shake your head. “I mean it! Nothing’s bothering me, I just…”

“‘You just’…?” He coaxes, scooting closer to you.

“I’m just feeling a little… hot… is all.” You settle on, dodging the bullet entirely. At least, you thought you did. But again, Sangyeon can read you like an open book. He wasn’t dropping it that easily.

“Yeah?” His fingers trail higher, slipping under the hem of your (his) t-shirt. He licks his lips upon the realization that you have no pants underneath the oversized top. “Why is that? You’re hardly wearing anything, baby.”

You shiver when his fingertips run along the waistband of your underwear, the blunt edges of his nails leaving goosebumps in their wake. Why did he have to be so attentive? By all means, it wasn’t a bad thing, but right now you were wishing he kept his focus on that stupid movie. “Sangyeon…”

He grins, a smile reserved specifically for times like these. Your legs rub together instinctively, also catching his eye in the process. You swallow thickly as he continues teasing you, touching you everywhere and nowhere all at once. It’s driving you insane, even more insane than you were just ogling at his nose.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He makes no effort to move, glued to his spot on the center couch cushion. “What do you need?”

You bite your cheek. If only you could just move your lips and say the words. If only you could just tell him what you wanted without feeling so shameful about it. Maybe it was a bit of an odd request, but there really wasn’t much wrong with wanting your boyfriend to go down on you. Well, technically speaking, he’d be the one under you, so did that classify as going down on you? Going up on you?

Whatever it was, you weren’t getting it, because you were too chicken to ask.

Sangyeon dips his fingers into the band of your panties, dangerously close to where you want him most. That alone has you springing into action, completely disregarding your dignity and pride. You buck up your hips into his hand, forcing out a chuckle from the back of his throat.

“I need you to use your words, baby.” He tsks, using the heel of his palm to keep your hips pinned to the sofa beneath you. You whine, throwing an arm over your eyes.

“I want… to ride your face…” You half-whisper the last part under your breath, not sure if Sangyeon even heard you. He pries your arm away from your face, smushing your cheeks between his thumb and index.

“You what?”

You pout at him, because there’s a high possibility he’s having you repeat yourself for self-satisfaction. Then again, he did sometimes have trouble hearing. This truly was a hit-or-miss moment for you. “I want to ride your face, Sangyeon.”

He all but groans at that, pulling you into his lap and connecting your lips messily. You reciprocate immediately, a bit confused by his quickness. However, now you’re wishing you would’ve spoken up sooner had you known he’d react this way. You’d just been torturing yourself for far too long for absolutely no reason.

“Fuck baby, that’s so sexy,” he murmurs against your mouth. “You’re gonna look so pretty on top of me.”

You moan into the kiss, hands wandering up to his hair and tangling in the soft strands. With his encouragement, you felt so much better about fulfilling your biggest fantasy. Getting to experience this with Sangyeon was quite literally a dream come true, and you think you can die a happy woman after today.

He helps you pull your shirt over your head, moving to sit on the floor, his head laid back on the couch awaiting you. You nip at the inside of your lip, nervously placing each of your thighs on either side of him. Your hands find purchase on the backrest, your eyes squeezing shut when you feel him pull your panties down your legs, blowing cool air onto your warm and wet cunt. Another shiver skips down your spine, and you find yourself glancing down at where you hover over him.

His large hands wrap around your thighs to keep you in place, pressing an experimental kiss to your lower lips. The small whimper you give him is enough to kick him into high gear, attaching his mouth to your sensitive clit as if it depended on it.

The warmth of his tongue gliding between your folds has your back arching, sounds you’ve never made before filling both of your ears and bouncing off the walls of your shared living room. Sangyeon releases one of your thighs in favor of thrusting his ring and middle fingers into your pussy, sucking your clit simultaneously.

If you felt crazy earlier, that was nothing compared to how you feel now. It feels *so* good, the wet heat of his mouth on you, as if he was damn near making out with you. His nose nudges against your clit every now and then, further increasing the tightness of the knot in your stomach, clouding your head like a stormy day overpowering the sun.

You risk a second downward glance at Sangyeon between your legs, to find him already looking at you. His deep, dark brown eyes are full of lust as he mouth fucks your cunt, rocking your hips against his own face. You bite your arm to keep from actually screaming, the pleasure so immense you feel like you’re about to explode.

“Fuck, Sangyeon, I’m s-so close,” you mewl, nails digging into the cushions.

The sight of him so willing and so eager to please you, to bring you to the edge with his sinful mouth because that’s what his darling girlfriend wants, has stars forming behind your vision. And with one particular bump of the bridge of his nose on your clit, you let go, cumming all over his lips and tongue with a cry so voluminous, you’ll need to apologize to your neighbors.

Your breathing is heavy as Sangyeon helps you calm down, pecking your thighs and slowly pumping his fingers until your walls have ceased their spasming. He pulls them out gently, sucking them clean without hesitation. You whimper at the view in front of you, reaching out to bring him closer and kiss him once more, this time a little less hungry.

“I know you’re still really sensitive, but do you think you could keep going?” He asks between kisses. “I don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

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just curious. which tbz members do you think would be in the giving creampie side and giving throat pie side? you can also label a member both if you want. - 📔

Ofc babes I got you! I’m loves tbz asks I’m getting !!

requests are open always you guys so send it in!!!

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Creampie 

Sangyeon ; We all know this man is a dilf by heart. I would say that originally, he would be into both until he got to breed you, I can also say that sex with him is the type where you beg him to get you pregnant even though you're on the pill, but it drives him Wild.  

Jacob; This man is just obsessed, he tries to tell you a reason but really, it is that a creampie can be rough, simple, lazy, intimate, etc. Any kind of sexual things can result in a creampie which is why he loves it so much. 

Younghoon ; It’s clean. Although he can go for some messy sex it's much cleaner than just coming on your pussy, that's what he tells you...He loves watching it drip out of you or know that your just filled with his cum. 

Throatpie 

Kevin; A throatpie hits a super personal spot for him, he gets cocky when he holds your throat, feeling you gulp it down. He gets intimate with himself in way knowing you swallowed as much cum as he spiled. He also has you open your mouth after proving it. 

Hyunjae ; He wants to fill your throat so full that some dips from your lips. When you let it fall from your lips this man loses it, sometimes he wants it drizzling onto your chest when you let it leave your mouth. 

Chanhee ; Another man who finds it clean but the opposite manner. Watching you swallow it and even lick the corners of his mouth because he’s told you how he’s found it clean but so sexy gets to him fr.  

Sunwoo; Filthy. The fact that you're so filthy for him and swallow every drop of cum that comes from his cock is just amazement to him. He convinces you to let him fuck your throat which piles onto the growing addiction of a throatpie. 

Both 

Eric; (hesmybiasantriedsohardnottowriteaFULLSTORYforthisman) He loves it. Any way that his cock is cumming in your is just amazement for him. Loves both but would say if he had to choose it would be creampie...which it takes him thirty minutes at least to answer this. 

Juyeon ; Like Eric he just loves the thought of you being filed with his cum. I can easily see if he cums too deep in your cunt he'll easily finger fuck you to watch is slowly ooze out of your cunt. 

Hankyeon ; He’s fine with both but most occasions he’s asking you where you want it mid fuck. The way he will just rush from your cunt to your mouth if you want it that way is crazy. He’s the definition of saying “Whatever my baby wants” 

Changmin; He likes both but there’s no destination, if he’s in your throat and feels like he’s close to cumming then you're getting a throat pie and vice versa. He just loves that you allow him to do such a thing to be honest.