#sumin smut

[melobin]

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Why he looks so hot???? Morning sex with him would be so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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his voice🫠 can’t help but be so focused on his hands i’m dizzy ! ! ! morning sex would be so .. type to wake you up kissing at your neck and groan whilst sliding into you, has no cares in the world when he has you wrapped around him

[pandacherryblossoms]

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Genre: Smut MDNI 18+

Minjae

• Dominance - Minjae doesn’t ask—he expects. The second you hesitate, his fingers are already tipping your chin up, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “You wanted to act tough, right? Keep that same energy.” His voice is low, amused, but there’s no mistaking the way his grip tightens when you try to look away. He leans in, breath hot against your ear. “That’s what I thought.” You can push, tease, test him all you want—he enjoys the chase—but the moment he decides he’s done playing, you’re not getting out of it. “I hope you weren’t expecting mercy.”

• Marking - Minjae doesn’t know the meaning of gentle when it comes to leaving his mark. He drags his teeth over your skin slowly, letting the anticipation sink in before he bites down hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue flicks over the bruise, soothing it for a second before he’s already moving to the next spot. “What? Don’t tell me you can’t handle it.” The next morning, his fingers trace over the fresh marks like he’s admiring a masterpiece, smirking when you wince. “That sore already? Cute.” And if you even think about covering them up? His grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls your collar down. “Don’t. I want people to know who did this to you.”

• Overstimulation - Minjae lives for the moment you start shaking, the way your body twitches every time he doesn’t stop. His touch is slow, teasing, almost too soft—like he’s daring you to beg him for more. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this.” The way you struggle to handle it only makes him go harder, his lips curling in amusement as you whimper. “Oh, now it’s too much? Funny. You weren’t saying that earlier.” Your body jerks, overstimulated and desperate, but his hands are firm, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “Come on, sweetheart. Give me one more.”

• Whispered Praise/Dirty Talk - Minjae’s voice is pure sin, low and rough, the kind that makes your stomach tighten before he even touches you. “Look at you. So pretty like this.” His lips ghost over your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he drags out his next words. “You love this, don’t you?” If you try to hide your face, he’s already one step ahead, gripping your chin and forcing your gaze back to his. “Don’t get shy now. I want to see every little reaction.” And when you finally break, letting go under him? His tone drops even lower, full of satisfaction. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

Junmin

• Rough Manhandling - Junmin doesn’t just touch—he grabs, pulls, pins. He likes feeling your body give under his hands, the way you react when he forces you where he wants you. One second, he’s got his fingers loosely wrapped around your wrist; the next, you’re on your back with your hands pinned above your head. “Thought you could run from me?” His strength is effortless, teasing even, as if he’s barely using half of it. He drags his palm up your thigh, grip firm enough to leave imprints. “You’re so soft. So easy to move. You like that, don’t you?”

• Size Kink - Junmin loves how small you feel beneath him, how he can dwarf you without even trying. The way your fingers struggle to wrap fully around his wrist, the way his hand covers almost the entire side of your waist—it feeds something deep inside him. He catches you staring when he stretches, letting his shirt ride up just to show off. “Like what you see?” But what he loves most is the contrast when he presses against you, tilting your chin up with a lazy smirk. “You’re so tiny. Makes me wanna ruin you.”

• Hair Pulling - Junmin isn’t gentle when it comes to your hair. He threads his fingers through it slowly, almost soothing—before his grip tightens and he yanks your head back. “That’s better. I like seeing your face.” He uses it to control your movements, keeping you exactly where he wants you, making sure you don’t look away. And when he hears the sharp gasp you let out? His smirk only grows. “Sensitive, huh? Maybe I should do it again.”

• Teasing & Degradation - Junmin likes to play with his food. He’s got a sharp tongue, quick-witted and relentless, and he knows exactly how to get under your skin. “Getting worked up already? You’re too easy.” He’ll drag things out, making you beg for what you want, but when you do? He only scoffs, eyes dark with amusement. “Pathetic. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” But the second you start squirming under him, the way your body responds despite the teasing, his voice drops to a low murmur against your ear. “You talk big, but look at you. You love this.”

Sumin

• Corruption Kink - Sumin lives for the way you fall apart under him, how he can turn you into a mess with just his words and hands. He loves watching you lose control, seeing how quickly your body betrays you. “You were so innocent before me. Look at you now.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s a hunger behind it, like he’s addicted to ruining you. Every time you react, every time you let out the smallest gasp, his smirk deepens. “I knew you’d like this. You just needed someone to show you how good it can feel.”

• Obedience & Control - Sumin wants you to listen—not because he forces you, but because you want to please him. He keeps his tone calm, patient, but there’s no mistaking the command in his voice. “Be good for me.” His fingers trail up your spine, slow and deliberate, his lips brushing over your ear. “Do what I say, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” And when you hesitate, testing his patience, he only chuckles. “Oh? You wanna be difficult?” His grip tightens, pinning you down effortlessly. “That’s cute. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

• Overstimulation & Edging - Sunmin loves to take his time, keeping you on the edge until you’re shaking, begging, barely able to think. He’ll drag things out mercilessly, teasing you with just enough to drive you insane but never giving you what you need right away. “Look at you. So desperate.” His fingers stroke slow, agonizing patterns over your skin, his expression unreadable. “You can beg a little prettier than that, can’t you?” The second you break, whimpering his name, his eyes darken. “That’s it. Good girl.”

• Praise Kink - Sumin knows exactly how to make you melt with his words—his voice low, almost affectionate, but always with that teasing lilt. “You’re such a good girl for me.” His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You love hearing that, don’t you?” But the moment you get too lost in it, he pulls back just enough to smirk. “So eager for my praise. You’re adorable.” And when you finally let go, falling apart under him, his voice turns warm again, brushing kisses against your skin. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”

Jinsik

• Brat Taming - Jinsik likes a challenge. He’s not the type to let you get away with teasing, eye-rolling, or acting like you’re in control. The moment you push his buttons, his smirk fades, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. “Try that again. See what happens.” He doesn’t mind letting you run your mouth—he actually enjoys it—because he knows exactly how to shut you up. One sharp tug, one hand gripping your jaw as he tilts your head back, and suddenly, you’re not so bold anymore. “That’s more like it. Now, be good for me.”

• Biting & Bruising - Jinsik doesn’t just leave marks—he makes sure you feel them for days. His teeth sink into the softest parts of your skin, his fingers pressing down hard enough to bruise, to claim, to remind you exactly who you belong to. When you whimper, he only bites down harder, letting his tongue flick over the fresh mark. “You’re gonna look so pretty tomorrow. Covered in me.” And if you dare complain about the soreness? His hand ghosts over the bruises, pressing down just enough to make you shiver. “Sensitive? That’s cute. I didn’t even go that hard.”

• Degradation - Jinsik loves to make you blush, squirm, get all shy—and then ruin you with his words. “Aww, now you’re acting innocent? That’s funny.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s something about the way he watches you, like he sees right through you. The moment you hesitate, his fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. “You can pretend all you want, but your body’s telling me everything I need to know.” And when you finally break, needy and desperate? His smirk turns downright sinful. “That’s it. Knew you’d give in eventually.”

• Teasing & Denial - Jinsik enjoys making you suffer just a little. He’ll get you so close, right to the edge, only to pull away at the last second. He loves the way you gasp, the way your body jerks from the loss of contact, the way frustration bleeds into your voice when you whine his name. “Impatient, aren’t you?” His fingers trail slowly, barely touching, watching you squirm beneath him. “If you want it that bad, beg for it.” And when you finally do? He just chuckles, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Hyunwoo

• Possessiveness & Marking - Hyunwoo doesn’t share. He wants everyone to know you’re his, and he makes sure they do—whether it’s the bruises on your hips, the bite marks along your neck, or the way your voice breaks when you say his name. “Mine.” He growls it against your skin, his grip firm, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. He doesn’t stop until you’re covered in proof of him, until you’re looking at yourself in the mirror the next day and seeing the evidence of how completely he wrecked you.

• Jealousy - Hyunwoo doesn’t get jealous easily, but when he does? You feel it. His touch turns rougher, hungrier, more desperate, like he needs to remind you exactly who you belong to. “You think I didn’t notice the way they were looking at you?” His voice is low, dangerous, but it’s not the words that send a shiver down your spine—it’s the way he’s looking at you. Dark. Starving. Like he’s about to ruin you. “Go ahead. Keep testing me.” The moment you smirk, he’s already got you pressed against the nearest surface, breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna regret that, baby.”

• Overpowering & Restraints - Hyunwoo doesn’t ask—he takes. The second you try to squirm away, his hands are on you, holding you still, keeping you exactly where he wants you. He loves the way you gasp when you realize you can’t move, how easily he can manhandle you like you weigh nothing. “Where do you think you’re going?” His grip tightens, fingers digging into your wrists as he pins you down, smirking at your struggle. “That’s cute. Like you could ever get away from me.” And when you finally give in, letting him take control? His lips brush over your ear, voice smooth as silk. “That’s better. Just let me take care of you.”

• Corruption & Praise - Hyunwoo loves seeing you fall apart for him, watching you go from shy and hesitant to completely undone. He drinks in every reaction, every shiver, every gasp, like it’s fueling something inside him. “You were so innocent before me.” His fingers trail over your skin, eyes dark with amusement. “Look at you now. Falling apart from just my touch.” And when you whimper, when you arch into him like you can’t get enough? His grip tightens, his lips curling into a smirk. “That’s my good girl. You love this, don’t you?”

Junghoon

• Size Kink & Manhandling - Junghoon loves how small you feel against him. He’s got a solid build, strong hands, and he knows exactly how to use them. He barely needs to try—one arm around your waist, one hand gripping your thigh, and suddenly, you’re exactly where he wants you. “So tiny,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he watches you struggle playfully in his grasp. “What, you thought you had a choice in this?” His smirk is lazy, his grip firm as he presses you against him, holding you there like you weigh nothing. “That’s cute, baby. But we both know I’m stronger.”

• Dirty Talk & Filthy Praise - Junghoon’s mouth is filthy. He’s not just teasing—he’s painting pictures in your head, making sure you can feel every word deep in your bones. “Look at you, falling apart for me.” His voice is low, smug, but there’s heat behind it, like he’s getting off just as much on watching you lose control. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” And the moment you shudder, his fingers tighten around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “That’s it. Keep making those sweet little noises for me.”

• Power Play - Junghoon toys with you. He doesn’t have to force control—it’s natural, effortless. He’ll sit back, watching you squirm under his gaze, his amusement barely hidden. “You want something, don’t you?” His fingers tap against his thigh, expectant. “Use your words, baby.” And when you hesitate, too stubborn to say it? His smirk grows. “That’s okay. I’ve got all the time in the world. Let’s see how long you last.” He’s **not cruel, but he enjoys the game—**he enjoys making you work for it, making you admit just how badly you need him.

• Sensory Play - Junghoon likes to overwhelm you. He’ll take his time, dragging his fingers over your skin, barely touching, just enough to make you twitch. “So sensitive.” His breath is hot against your ear, his tone dripping with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet.” He enjoys the way your body reacts before you even realize what’s happening, the way you gasp when he suddenly switches from barely-there touches to something firmer, rougher. He wants you on edge, never knowing what’s coming next, completely at his mercy.

Seeun

• Size Kink - Seeun’s big, and he loves reminding you. The moment you hesitate, his smirk deepens, eyes dark with amusement. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you?” His fingers trail down your stomach, slow, teasing, as if he isn’t about to completely ruin you. “You can take it. You always do.” But when you whimper, nails digging into his arms, struggling to adjust, he only chuckles. “Look at you. Already shaking, and I’m not even all the way in.” He doesn’t wait—he pushes in deeper, savoring the way you gasp, the way your fingers clutch at him like you don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away. His lips brush against your ear, voice dripping in amusement. “That’s it. Stretch for me.”

• Brat Taming - Seeun doesn’t tolerate attitude—he corrects it. The moment you roll your eyes, talk back, push at his chest like you actually think you can win, his grip tightens. “That’s real cute, princess. You wanna act tough?” He’s already got you pinned before you can think of a response, one hand gripping your wrists above your head, the other trailing down your waist with slow, dangerous intent. “Go ahead. Keep talking. Let’s see how much you can run your mouth when I’m done with you.” But when you smirk, testing him one more time, he only laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

• Degradation - Seeun’s words are sharp, cutting through you in the filthiest way possible. “You’re such a mess for me.” His voice is low, rough, watching you struggle to keep up. “Can’t even handle it, can you?” But the worst part? He’s getting off on it. He loves the way you fall apart, the way your body reacts before you can even think. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Pathetic. And yet, you keep begging for more.” His smirk is downright cruel, but his touch is so addicting, so intoxicating, that you can’t even deny it. “That’s what I thought.”

• Overstimulation & Control - Seeun doesn’t just push you past your limit—he enjoys it. The second you start to shake, whimper, beg for a break, he just tilts his head, feigning innocence. “Oh? Now you want me to slow down?” He leans in, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s too bad, baby. You wanted to act like a brat. Now, you can take what I give you.” His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you in place as he drags it out, taking his time, watching you completely unravel. “You look so pretty like this. Too dumb to even talk.”

Yujun

• Daddy Kink - Yujun isn’t just strict—he makes sure you know your place. The second you even think about testing him, he’s already got you in check. “You don’t listen, do you?” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s that edge that tells you he’s not amused. His fingers press under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, baby. Say who you belong to.” He waits, his patience razor-thin. And when you finally whisper it, eyes wide, body already reacting to his dominance? “That’s my girl.” But rewards don’t come easy. “Now earn it.”

• Manhandling - Yujun loves tossing you around like you weigh nothing. The moment you play hard to get, tease him, or even hesitate, his hands are already on you, lifting you with ease, pinning you where he wants. “Cute,” he murmurs, watching the surprise flash across your face. “You really thought you had control here?” His grip is firm, unyielding, as he presses you down, spreading you open with ease. “Let me remind you how this works.”

• Praise and Possession - For all his control, Yujun isn’t just about making you obey—he wants you to know how much he adores you. His voice softens just slightly, fingers trailing reverently down your skin. “Look at you. So perfect. So good for me.” His touch is gentle at first, teasing, before he tightens his grip, pulling you closer. “Mine. Every inch of you.” He doesn’t just claim you—he makes you feel it.

• Overstimulation - Yujun doesn’t stop just because you’re shaking. If anything, it only eggs him on. He watches you struggle to keep up, your body twitching under his control, and he only smirks. “Oh, you’re crying already?” His thumb brushes away the tear at the corner of your eye, but his tone is mocking. “You can handle one more, baby. Just one more.” But you know it’s a lie. He’ll keep going, keep pushing, until you’re completely spent, your voice hoarse from begging. And when you finally break? He just smiles. “That’s what I thought.”

Hunter

• Breath Play - Hunter loves control, and nothing makes him harder than seeing you gasp for breath under his hands. The second you challenge him, push back just a little too much, his fingers are already wrapped around your throat. “What was that?” His voice is calm, controlled, like he’s completely unaffected, but the pressure tightens just enough to make you lightheaded. He watches your lips part, eyes flutter, body go still beneath him, and he smirks. “That’s more like it.”

• Spanking - Hunter doesn’t just spank you to correct you—he does it because he loves how you react. The way your body tenses before impact, the way you whimper, the way your skin warms under his palm. “You keep acting out like this, baby, and I’ll have no choice but to keep punishing you.” He’s slow, calculated, making sure every slap lands perfectly—just enough to sting, just enough to make you tremble. And when you whimper, squirming in his lap? He only chuckles, hand massaging over the sensitive skin. “Oh? You like that, don’t you?”

• Dirty Talk - Hunter’s mouth is his deadliest weapon. He doesn’t just talk you through it—he completely owns you with his words. “Look at you. So needy. So desperate for me.” His voice is low, teasing, dragging every word out just to watch you squirm. “You can’t even help yourself, can you?” But when you try to talk back, try to play coy, he just smirks, shaking his head. “You don’t have to pretend, baby. I know exactly how bad you want it.” His fingers trail between your thighs, slow, barely touching. “Go on. Beg for it.”

• Orgasm Control - Hunter doesn’t let you come easy. The second you’re on the edge, body trembling, gasping his name like it’s the only word you know, he pulls away, making you whimper in frustration. “Not yet.” His voice is firm, unrelenting. He loves the way your hips jerk up, searching for friction, the way your eyes plead with him. “Patience, baby.” And when he finally, finally lets you fall over the edge? His smirk is pure satisfaction. “That’s it. Good girl.”

Yechan

• Edging - Yechan loves to tease you until you’re practically begging for release. He’s slow and deliberate with every touch, pulling you closer to the edge, only to pull away at the last second. His fingers brush over your skin, tracing patterns, just enough to make you tremble with anticipation. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, smirking as he watches you squirm beneath him. He won’t let you finish until he’s ready, and he enjoys making you struggle to hold back, testing how much you can handle before you lose control.

• Power Play - Yechan’s presence is commanding—the second you try to take control, he asserts his dominance effortlessly. He’ll hold you down, making sure you can’t escape while his hands move with purpose. Whether it’s pinning you against the bed or keeping you completely still with his weight, he owns the moment. “Don’t fight it,” he says, his voice calm but unwavering. He doesn’t need to shout, he just has to make you realize that you’re at his mercy. And when you finally give in, he revels in the feeling of total control.

• Restraint - Yechan loves when you’re completely helpless under him, your hands tied or pinned, unable to move. There’s something about seeing you struggle against your restraints that makes him even more focused. He’ll take his time, letting you writhe beneath him, knowing that you can’t escape. “Just let go,” he says softly, fingers brushing against your sensitive spots, making sure you can’t move, can’t pull away. The lack of control makes every sensation more intense, and he enjoys making you feel utterly trapped in the moment.

• Sensory Deprivation - Yechan knows how to make every touch feel magnified by denying you something else. Whether it’s a blindfold that blocks your sight, or earphones that drown out the sounds, he loves when you’re relying on your other senses. The way his fingers feel against your skin, how your body reacts to every movement because you can’t see or hear everything around you. “Don’t try to guess where I’ll touch next,” he whispers, his hands moving slowly, deliberately, leaving you shivering in anticipation. Without your other senses, you’re left completely at his mercy, and he enjoys making every moment feel like it’s dragging on forever.

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[defmaybe]

Si, C’est Moi: Énergie

STAYC’s Bae Sumin x Male Reader

400 words

See also: Délire, Rythme

Your suit is getting wet.

Not from the rain, not from falling into a water body.

It’s Bae Sumin’s sweat.

The intense aroma of her slick, post-performance skin overwhelms your senses. Your lips quiver with sheer anxiety. Sumin presses her body against yours tightly, your back against the wall. The door remains unlocked. The other members might step in at any moment, and it’s going to be inexcusable—finding their eldest making their young and rising manager torn between duty and his burning desire like this.

She trails her finger down your neck, loosening your tie, to your collarbone, to your chest. The tie slips off your neck so easily, and your buttons are next.

“Come on, I know you wanna taste me, taste my sweat after the show,” Sumin teases with her smirk, starting to undo the first button. “I know you’ve been looking at me this entire time, watching me bend over, watching me show off my armpits, desperately waiting for the end so that you can dick me down in the airplane bathroom again.”

Her voice alone gets you riled up in an instant. The temptation of thrusting your cock deep into her cunt grows with each of her words. You look away in shame. It was supposed to be a blunder, a misstep, but she just won’t let go.

A drink too many. An oversight. A lapse in your youthful judgement. 

Your hand slipped under Sumin’s shirt, the other covering Sumin’s mouth in a lavatory, sealing your shared heat from the others onboard. To you, it was a mistake to move on from. But to her, it was just the beginning.

“Come on, mister boss baby. I know you wanna lick me clean, don’t you?” She rests her arm on your shoulder, all shiny and glistening as the other works on your buttons.

Your eyes flutter, her words overwhelming your panicked, dirty mind. You’re getting more and more exposed as the clock ticks by. The cold air blows into your chest, making you shiver in her hold. You can’t resist the temptations anymore—to press your tongue on her smooth, milky skin, to fuck her tight cunt the way she deserves, to breed her with your essence.

“Just open your mouth and taste me,” Sumin coos, tugging at your head closer to her glistening neck. The concoction of her perfume and sweat intensifies as you get closer—until you’re just a tongue away from her.

And she shudders at your touch, moaning softly, skin flushed against your lips.

Salty.

Addictive.

Enchanting.

It’s happening again.

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[ourdadai]

୨୧ sumin ( stayc ) lockscreens.

[tiramisumin]

santa doesn’t know you like i do

⋆⁺₊❅. pairing: choi sumin x f!reader

⋆⁺₊❅. word count: 5.32k

⋆⁺₊❅. content: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!!, fluff, little bit of humor at the end, swearing, mutual pining, best friends/roommates to lovers, they’re so down bad for each other it’s crazy, xikers cameo, minjae has an unnamed gf, now into the juicy stuff- kissing… lots and lots of kissing, marking i think?, food play (its just some whipped cream yall), vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex gulp pls stay safe and do what ur comfy with bffs, they just want to be close and cheesy and cute okay </3

synopsis: the three times you want to confess your feelings for your best friend, and the one time he beats you to it.

୨ৎ i actually wrote this fic last december and it was originally for sunwoo from the boyz, but i never posted it and i decided to rewrite it for sumin cause i love a good christmas/season themed fic ♡ if u enjoyed this pls don’t forget to like n reblog that helps me so much :3

The first time you think of confessing your feelings to Choi Sumin, is also the first time you realize you have them in the first place. 

November had finally camouflaged into December, snow beginning to stick to the ground outside. It’s your favorite time of the year and Sumin knows this. Why wouldn’t he? As your best friend it only made sense that he knew you like the back of his hand. He knew how you liked your coffee in the morning and that you preferred sleeping on the right side of the bed, among other things.

This is why he suggests decorating your apartment together. 

You have ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas’ playing in the background as you stand on a step stool, hanging garland on the perimeter of your living room ceiling. Sumin has his hands on your waist, assuring that he doesn’t let you fall. As funny as it would be, he’s also a big softie and couldn’t imagine letting you get hurt. 

“How does it look?” You ask, tilting your head back to see if you can get a better view. 

“Good. Professional almost— woah, be careful.  Don’t lean too much.” He tightens his grip on you. 

“You’re such a dad.” You roll your eyes playfully. Sumin scoffs, but doesn’t retort back. You adjust your stance on the step ladder, going onto your tippy toes to reach one of the lights on the corner strand. 

He tries to ignore how your hips shift beneath his fingertips, how easy it would be to slip them under your sweatshirt. His eyes squeeze shut as he attempts to will away the forbidden thoughts threatening to plague his mind. He’s so preoccupied with wiping his brain, that he doesn’t even realize you’re wobbling a little. 

Everything happens so quickly; the step stool giving out from your feet, your body falling backward, his arms flying out to catch you with his life. Sumin had never been so good with hand-eye coordination, and he thinks he deserves an award with how valiant his rescue was. 

He holds you firmly, examining your face for any indication you might’ve been injured. Instead he’s met with wide eyes and parted lips, his cheeks blushing at the proximity between the two of you. This is the moment that it hits you— the moment that your heart registers that it beats for Choi Sumin. Your gaze traces the outline of his plush lips, so tempted to lean in and press your own to them. 

You open your mouth to say something, when suddenly he’s standing you upright and stepping away from you. He wipes his clammy palms on your shoulders, steadying both you and himself. He thinks this is the universe’s way of punishing him for his earlier thoughts. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, laughing in the same manner. 

“Are you— um— are you okay?” Sumin fumbles over his words, eyes looking everywhere but at you. 

“‘M fine. Thanks for catching me.” You try your best to hide the disappointment in your tone. It’s not like he knew how you felt, so you couldn’t really blame him. Neither of you were at fault here. 

That didn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly discouraged though. If Sumin freaked out just by being so close to you, you couldn’t fathom how he’d react to hearing a confession. You clear your throat to, hopefully, cut through some of the tension in the air. 

“Should— should I order dinner?” Your fingers come up to tuck some hair behind your ear, anything to distract from the horrible atmosphere. You don’t like this one bit. 

“Uh… yeah! Yeah, that would be great. I’m okay with whatever you want.” He turns around and busies himself with the tree. You agreed on doing ornaments last, so he starts to slowly open up the branches. He hopes you can’t see the crimson shade spreading across the tips of his ears. 

“O-Okay… I’ll go do that then…” Your voice sounds far away from you. You avoid thinking about the pain blooming in the center of your chest, deep and sharp. You shouldn’t be upset. 

The second time you think of confessing your feelings to Sumin is halfway to Christmas. 

Your friend Minjae and his girlfriend invited the two of you to go look at the lights downtown. Out of your friend group, Minjae was the only one with a significant other. Because you and Sumin were so close, along with the fact that you were the only other girl, you were the best pairing option to join them. 

Going downtown to see the Christmas lights was something you looked forward to every year since you were little. It was a tradition you had with your family up until you got older. Then Sumin and yourself adopted it as your own. Thankfully there would be others around this time. You aren’t sure you could handle being alone with him without your heart giving out. Forget Valentine’s Day, Christmastime was truly the season of love. 

“I always love strolling around Han River and looking at the lights on the trees,” Minjae’s girlfriend says, nose resembling Rudolph’s due to the cold air. “I’m so glad that you like it too, Y/N!”

You smile at her and the way Minjae wraps her scarf just a bit more snugly as she talks. Their relationship was one you, dare you say, idolized. It’s not that they were the perfect couple, it’s that they loved each other so unconditionally. Minjae didn’t mind the teasing he got from the other boys for being ‘whipped’. They had a special connection that shined through even when they were just friends. It’s something you wished to experience yourself. 

The two walk a few feet ahead of you and Sumin, arms linked together. Part of you wanted to do the same with your best friend, to lean onto his shoulder and huddle closely for some semblance of warmth. Your hands sway side by side, just inches apart. If you extended your pinkie just slightly, it would touch his. Oh, how nice it would be to do such an intimate gesture.

You risk a sideways glance at Sumin, your heart skipping when you see how pretty he looks under the tree lights. The off-white bulbs reflect off of his cheeks and make his eyes sparkle, sending your emotions into a frenzy. 

The longer you walk next to him and the longer you gaze at him like a lovesick puppy, the more you realize how far into this infatuation you’ve gotten. What started as something small, triggered by something so menial, has grown exponentially. You’re honestly not sure that there was a chance of returning from this. 

When you put your friendship into perspective, you noticed a lot of red flags. For one, you did quite a few things that didn’t exactly scream platonic. Friends don’t cuddle during movie nights with all your other friends. Friends don’t think about each other in the forbidden ways you do at 2 AM. Friends don’t freak out over the potential end of said friendship.

It’s so painful. Standing here in the middle of December at Han River. You’ve long forgotten about your purpose for being here. Long forgotten about the pretty lights you’d been gushing about since you were a kid. All that matters to you is the boy in front of you. 

It hurts because of the uncertainty of what could come out of a confession. What if he hated you and wanted nothing to do with you? It was scary when you thought too hard about it. You’ve known Sumin through so many goods and bads, and shared many laughs. You know all of his favorite songs, and you’ve never missed a phone call. You want nothing more than to be the reason he smiles.

Santa, if you’re listening… Please make this Christmas one I won’t forget…

The next time you think of admitting your feelings for your best friend/roommate, is during your Friendsmas gathering on Christmas Eve. 

Usually, the event was held at Minjae’s house, since it was bigger. Him and his girlfriend loved hosting the circus that was your friend group. However, this year, you and Sumin volunteered your apartment for the festivities. It was your first year living together and you wanted it to be memorable. 

“The decorations are so cute!” Minjae’s girlfriend gushes, eyes wandering around the living room in awe at what you and Sumin managed to achieve. “The garland around the ceiling perimeter is such a nice touch. Did it take long?”

You think back to a couple weeks ago, when you were decorating. Things would’ve gone on without a hitch had you not fallen off the step ladder. You also wouldn’t be dealing with inner turmoil every time you looked at your roommate/best friend. You glance over at him, chatting it up with Minjae and Junmin, and your heart aches a little. “Not long at all…”

She purses her lips, taking your hand and dragging you off to the balcony. You give her a confused look, raising an eyebrow in question. She sighs, resting her arms on the railing and looking out into the parking lot. “You have feelings for him. Don’t you?”

You blink. 

It couldn’t have been that obvious right? I mean, you only just recently realized you were in love with liked him in that way. How could anyone already notice the signs or the lovelorn gloss in your stare? Your silence and lack of immediate reaction, however, gives away the truth, so you know that you can’t refute. 

“How did you know?” You ask, picking at a thread on your red sweater dress. Minjae’s girlfriend coos, like an older, wiser, sisterly figure who’s been waiting for the opportunity to bring out her life advice. 

“I’ve had a hunch for a while now,” she smiles softly. “But I think my suspicion stems from personal experience, mostly. Because I know when Minjae and I were ‘just friends’, we acted very similarly. And you were a bit quiet when we went to see the lights. I figured it had to be that, or you’d gotten into a fight, which seemed unlikely.”

“I don’t even know if he feels the same,” you nip at the inside of your lip. “There was an incident when we were decorating the apartment and we haven’t spoken about it since it happened. I think he’s pretending that it didn’t.”

“What happened?” She presses, now squared off to you. 

“I almost fell off the step stool and he caught me and it was really romantic and that’s when I realized that maybe I’ve been harboring feelings for him all this time but before I could even think about my next action, he pulled away.” You talk quickly, like you were on a time crunch. Minjae’s girlfriend follows along with your story as best she can, nodding every couple of words so you knew she understood what you were saying, despite the whole thing being one big run on sentence. 

“Oh wow,” she cringes. “In my humble opinion, I think he’s just… emotionally constipated. He’s… Sumin… you know? He’s not used to these kinds of things. Sometimes when we’re scared of something new, we seek comfortability. Maybe he’s afraid of the change.”

She had a very valid, very strong point. Choi Sumin had never boded well with change. For example; when he was a junior in high school, his Physics teacher had left halfway through the school year for family reasons and he failed the class even though he had an A before that. Luckily, you failed your Pre Calculus class, so both of you got to take summer school together. There was a real chance that Minjae’s girlfriend was on the right track. 

“I think you’re right,” you sigh, leaning back against the railing and watching the ten chaotic boys inside of your apartment. “I should wait for him to come to me.”

“You should, but,” she grins, like she knew something you didn’t. “That doesn’t mean I don’t plan on meddling just a little.”

Though ominous in her tone, you knew she meant no harm. So you’d let her do her thing, even if you were slightly unnerved. The two of you head back in to join everyone in the living room. You shoot Sumin a small smile from the opposite sofa, sandwiched between Yechan and Yujun. He mirrors your expression from his spot on the floor in front of Jinsik. 

The rest of the night goes smoothly. You play some games like Uno and a heated few rounds of Charades, the competition amongst your friends going crazy. All of you agreed on doing a Secret Santa exchange, since buying each member of your group a gift was pricey. (After all, you were twelve people deep.) Whether it was luck, or the universe loved to laugh at your expense, you drew Sumin’s name. There was a thirty dollar price limit on gifts, but you knew he’d wanted this oil paint set for a while. (The price could remain a secret to everyone else.) 

It was hilarious, really, that Sumin drew your name. 

The exchanging portion of the night was also uneventful. No one was that shocked to find out you and your best friend had gotten each other except for, well, you and your best friend. You didn’t open your gifts until your friends had all left, feeling like your personal biases were too strong to deny. 

You also decided to open them separately from the other. So when you unwrapped yours to find the prettiest necklace you’d ever seen with your initial as a charm, you almost cried like a baby. It was definitely out of the thirty dollar price limit, but you couldn’t dare complain. 

This was when you thought maybe it was the right time to confess and get everything off of your chest. 

But then Minjae’s girlfriend’s advice rings in your ears and you hold back. You had to wait for him to come to you. 

The fourth, and final, time you and Sumin want to confess to each other, is on Christmas morning. 

You woke up earlier than he did and thought it might be nice to surprise him with breakfast. You’d exchanged gifts the night before, so today would be a relaxed day. At least, you hoped it would, what with all the insane tension and stepping on eggshells around each other. 

Despite not being that great at cooking, you still knew how to whip up some basic things. Most, if not all, of them were Sumin’s favorites. You’d decided to make him some French toast with fresh fruit. Thankfully, you had everything you needed, so it would be easy to just start now. 

The smell that filled the air following each sizzle on the griddle had your mouth watering. If he wasn’t convinced that you were wife material after this, he was a lost cause. Hell, if he didn’t think you were girlfriend material after this, you just might rip your hair out. 

Over this past month, you’d given yourself plenty of time to reminisce over your feelings for your best friend. Upon the realization that you had them, you wondered what made him so special, what set him apart from the rest. The answer was simple; he was Sumin. 

Sure, he was goofy and he never really did things the conventional way. He was too stubborn for his own good and he wouldn’t be caught dead showing affection to anyone but his mother. But despite that, he always wore his heart on his sleeve and allowed himself to be trampled over when he didn’t deserve it. He was a little messy and left cookie trays on the stove after he used the oven. He somehow managed to leave a single water cup in the sink every time. He fell asleep on the couch often and sometimes forgot to lock the front door. 

Above all of that, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you. He knew exactly when you needed a good laugh, the kind that had you hunching over and clutching your stomach. He showed you that he appreciated you in the ways that he could, without overstepping any boundaries. He did your laundry for you on occasion, even when you didn’t ask him to. He always seemed to know when you were running low on facial cleanser or moisturizer, setting a new one in the midst of your things. If you were out for the night, he waited in the living room until he was sure you were home safe. 

He wasn’t like every other guy out in the universe, but that’s what made him so special, what set him apart from the rest. That was why you fell so hard and so fast. Choi Sumin would forever be the person your heart continued to beat for, even if he didn’t feel the same. 

You didn’t even realize you’d finished making around half a loaf of bread, far too absorbed in your thoughts. You plate them on your nicer, china plates and dust some powdered sugar on top. After slicing a few strawberries, you set everything on the breakfast bar. 

It actually looks like a scene straight from a movie. Had you and Sumin been a real couple, and not just a couple of besties, this would be the perfect Christmas. But a girl could only dream, you suppose. 

Lost inside of your mind again while stirring some cream into your coffee, you don’t hear the creak of Sumin’s bedroom door. He stumbles into the kitchen with a yawn, cheeks puffy. His eyes are bleary, taking a moment to focus on the sight of you blowing away the steam coming up from your mug. He spots the French toast not much later, his heart swelling. 

“Morning,” he rasps, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. 

You jump, startled by the sudden voice. “Good morning. I— uh— I made breakfast.”

“I see that,” he smiles, sitting on the stool beside you. “Smells yummy.”

You eat in silence as he pours himself some orange juice. It’s weird. Silence. It’s not a common occurrence between the two of you, given the fact that you’d been as close as you have for almost a decade now. You were both the type to talk for ages without getting bored of the other. 

“So—”

“How—”

You both start speaking at the same time, laughing together at the silly coincidence. Sumin looks adorable with his mouth full of French toast. You look like something straight out of a Christmas catalog. He swallows his food, holding his fist to his mouth. 

“You go first.” He nods. 

“I was just gonna ask if you liked your gifts from your parents,” you say, shifting your attention to the suddenly very interesting three-quarters-empty mug of coffee. “Your mom called me for my opinion when she was buying the headphones.”

Sumin thinks he might burst into tears over his barely finished plate of breakfast. His mother was the only woman in his life that had yet to fail him. She’s the only one he’d ever allowed into his heart for so long. And then you came along and changed all of that. You became someone he could lean on, someone he could depend on when he thought life was caving in on him. It made him so happy knowing that you had a good relationship with his mom. His two favorite ladies. 

He doesn’t answer you, instead grabbing your face and pulling you to him. He connects your lips in a sweet kiss, one that communicates everything he’s been trying to say for days, weeks, months, years. It’s unplanned, it’s a little messy, and it’s kind of desperate, but it’s perfect. 

You part for air, resting your forehead on his as he chases your kiss. A giggle bubbles past your throat. “A bit eager now, are we?”

“I have wanted to do that for so long,” he sighs, eyes closed, nose brushing yours. “You have no idea.”

“What about—” You stamp another kiss on the corner of his mouth, then another on the center, and you punctuate each word with more. “—Less talking? More kissing?” 

“I really like the sound of that,” he whispers, reciprocating. His kisses trail from your mouth to your ear, lighting fire beneath your skin. Everywhere his lips touch, you ache for more. 

When you and Sumin became friends, this was never on your list of things that could possibly happen in the future. You never thought you’d be making out with him in your shared kitchen on Christmas morning. Or at all, for that matter. This was entirely out of your realm of possibilities. 

It’s just too easy to fall into his kiss and the way his lips taste so sweet on yours. There’s a hint of syrup and powdered sugar that makes it so much more addicting. You think you could make French toast for breakfast every day if it meant he tasted this enticing.

Sumin steps off the stool and slots himself between your legs, not breaking away from you for a second. His hands rub up and down the sides of your thighs, fingers slipping under your shirt just like he wanted that day you were decorating. Had he gotten his shot together at the beginning of the month, he could’ve been doing this so long ago. 

“I want more, Sumin,” you murmured against his lips. Now that he made the first move, you’re definitely willing to take what you’ve been wanting and waiting for. He parts from you slightly, noses brushing. 

“Are you sure?” Deep down, he’s still scared that changing everything about your dynamic means there’s a chance he could lose you. 

Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb caressing his skin gently. You stare at him with the utmost adoration, as if he personally placed each star in the sky. Sumin thinks he could die the happiest man ever right now, slipping under the spell that is your sparkly eyes. 

“I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.” Your voice is just above a whisper, but it’s enough to assure him. He smiles at you softly, pressing his lips to yours once again. 

Sumin grabs at the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you carefully. He kisses all over your neck and chest, nipping and sucking wherever he pleases. Your whines fuel his desperation, encouraging his confidence. He helps you onto the counter, trailing his lips down your body to the waistband of your pajama pants. 

His eyes gaze up at yours, mouth glued to your lower stomach as his fingers make quick work of the bow. He drags them down your legs, faster than your top, until you’re left in nothing except your undergarments. He reaches behind you for something and your eyebrows knit together. 

When he produces the can of whipped cream from your breakfast, you feel the fire beneath your skin burning heavier. He pushes down on the nozzle, a line of whipped cream connecting the band of your bra to your panties. Sumin makes eye contact with you once more to ensure that this is still okay. With your lip between your teeth and your elbows propping you up, he has his answer. 

At what feels like the most agonizingly slowest pace, Sumin licks the whipped cream from your skin. He kisses and suckles at the surface as he does so, making sure to not leave a bit of the confectionery behind. 

A gasp escapes you when his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, mouth still exploring the plane of your lower stomach. He peels them away from your body, not wasting a second the moment your cunt is bared to him. His lips envelope your clit, thumb circling your entrance. Your head tilts back, your sighs of pleasure transforming into moans. 

The way he’s teasing you inches you closer and closer to your release, but not enough to push you over entirely. The tip of his finger slides in, but then slides right back out, not giving you much of anything to work with. You whine when his tongue laps at your clit. It feels so good, but it’s not what you need. You’re itching for more. 

Sumin can tell you’re getting antsy because you keep wriggling around in his hold. He halts his motions. “More?”

You nod frantically. “Please?”

Two of Sumin’s fingers slip inside of you with ease, grazing that sweet spot at the crook of your pussy. A moan forces itself from your chest, nails digging into your palms to keep yourself grounded. He grins to himself before attaching to your clit again. The bundle of nerves is extremely sensitive now, speeding up the process. 

“You’re so cute,” he mumbles into your lower lips, still consuming you as if you were his last meal. 

All you can do is let out a strangled groan, eyes squeezed shut. His mouth is on your neck once more, and his fingers are swiping side to side on your clit, bursting through the dam containing your bliss. It feels like your whole body has deflated, losing all your strength from supporting your own weight. 

You’re spent, but you need him unlike you’ve ever needed something in your life. Hopefully he’s good at reading you, because all that you can manage to do is communicate that through your pleading eyes. Sumin purses his lips, placing a small kiss at the tip of your nose. Your head chases after him, a pout finding its way onto your face when it doesn’t receive what it wants. 

“Baby, are you sure you can give me another?” He asks you politely, respectfully. You sit up and cup either side of his head as you do so. 

“I have to. I wanna feel you, all of you,” is your reply. Your foot nudges at the band of his sweatpants, batting your eyelashes at him as seductively as you can. He laughs, a soft laugh that tells you he isn’t making fun of you, but rather, he’s endeared by your actions. 

Sumin kisses you like drizzling honey on a warm croissant, something so sweet and comforting. You aid him as best as you can in removing his clothes. Just as you reach out to stroke his cock, he takes your wrist into his hand gently. “I don’t have any protection, though.”

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, leaving a peck on his cheek. “I trust you. With every part of myself.”

His lips are on yours again as he aligns himself with your entrance. The second he slips in, he feels like he’s on another planet. Your pussy is so inviting, so snug around his dick. It’s like you were made for him, sucking him in with each thrust of his hips. His forehead falls to your shoulder, a hiss reaching your ears when he finally bottoms out. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, grip tight on your hips. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, palms flat on the counter beneath you. Slowly, building up to a pace that’s suitable for both of you, he begins to rock into you. His hold on your sides is enough to make you meet him halfway. 

“You feel so good, Sumin,” you moan, head falling backward so your throat is on display for him. 

He groans into your skin, loving the sound of your voice while he’s inside of you. It’s the loveliest thing he’s ever heard. This is all he could ever need. You. This apartment. Endless days of just having you in his arms, whether it was like this or in a wholesome manner, he didn’t mind either. 

Sumin increases the intensity of his movements when he suspects you’re getting close again, feeling that familiar pulse of your walls. His thumb finds your swollen clit again, circling it with the tiniest amount of pressure. He smiles to himself when you tighten around him, knowing that he’s giving it to you good, the way you deserve. 

He knows there isn’t really a difference between fucking someone and making love to him, as they are essentially the same thing. But making love to someone requires emotion. Some very strong ones at that. And luckily, he had those emotions for you. He wanted to ensure that you felt every single one translated into what he was giving you. He wanted to give you tender love and care. 

Your volume increases, growing higher in pitch the nearer you are to your climax. He kisses you passionately, a lot like that first one you shared, and that’s what brings you to that euphoric waterfall. Your release washes over you in waves, as if you really were at the bottom of cascading water. 

Sumin works you through your orgasm, pulling out once you’re revived. You take his cock into your hand, pumping it so he could finish on your lower belly. His eyes flutter shut momentarily, breathing deeply before he helps you off the counter and cleans you up gently. He kisses the crown of your head, pulling you into him for a warm embrace. (The warmest embrace you’ve ever had in your life.)

“We kinda have to— um— we have to talk about this don’t we?” Out of nowhere, he’s shy, almost like he hadn’t just fucked you on your kitchen counter. 

“I think you’re overthinking things, Sumin. I mean, we have feelings for each other. That’s really all there is to it,” you say into his chest. “We don’t have to make things extremely complicated for no reason. I love you, you love me.” 

“It’s not that I just love you,” he shakes his head. “I’ve been in love with you since senior year. We were getting older and I realized that the fear of losing you to adulthood wasn’t just because I was afraid of you and I drifting apart. It was also because I didn’t want to lose you. I was scared of you meeting new people and forgetting me when I was the one there for you for so long. And fuck, you deserve better than a spontaneous confession after I just defiled you where we eat every day. You deserve fireworks and flowers, you deserve this big grand gesture in a fancy restaurant where hundreds of people can see how special you are. You deserve something surprising.”

You feel tears well in your eyes, your heart just about growing in size. Even if it wasn’t conventionally perfect, it was everything you wanted to hear. Then again, conventionality was never Choi Sumin’s thing, so you never expected anything less. 

His mouth parts when he sees that you're crying, scrambling to figure out what he did wrong. You dismiss his worries, wiping away stray tears quickly. At the same time, you notice something on the ceiling, scoffing to yourself. Minjae’s girlfriend really was something else. 

You point up. “How’s that for surprising?”

He can’t help but laugh at the mistletoe hung right above you, completely inconspicuous this entire time. He closes the gap between you with a quirk of his lip. “Guess we gotta follow tradition. I heard it’s bad luck if you don’t kiss underneath the mistletoe.”

“Did you now?” You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Yup, and I’m pretty sure it’s generational. Plus, we have an entire day ahead of us, so I think we should continue what we started.” His face is so close to your own as he says this. You giggle. 

When your lips meet again, it’s like all is right in the world. Everything melted away and became background noise, like time had stopped specifically for this moment. The moment where it was just you and Sumin. 

This was better than any other gift you could’ve gotten under the tree. Thanks, Santa.

© 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏.

[hannybun]

Thoughts on riding xikers, like, who would suck your tits(Yujun obviously, he is obsessed with tits, I dont blame him tho), who would hold your hips, and stuff like that.

I'm just really horny and I normally wouldn't really be into being on top, but right now I just wanna ride every member in xikers.

Thank u for ur patience, this is my first ask of the year!!

(Sorry for responding to this later than usual)

Xikers and riding

Genre: 18+ (MDNI)

Minjae: The type to guide you through it. Moving your hips as you shyly grind against him. Slaps your thigh if you slow down.

Junmin: I already said this but his favorite position is cowgirl. He just so focus on the pleasure that he just melts under you

Sumin: He’s a huge fan of reverse cowgirl position. It gives him give the perfect view of your ass bouncing up and down his cock. Doesn’t hesitate to roughly grab and spank your ass lick he pleases.

Jinsik: Thinks you look so beautiful when you ride him, with your sweat dripping on his forehead. Praises you for doing so well for him

Hyunwoo: He finds you so sexy when you take control. He’s grabbing everything he can reach; your hand, ass, tits, literally anything.

Junghoon: Even though he has a high preference for topping you, he easily lets you ride him when ask him. Praising you in his low voice as you slowly grind against his hips

Seeun: Seeun enjoys you riding occasionally. Sometimes, you would take the lead and on other days he would take the lead, fucking up into you.

Yujun: LOVES it when you ride him facing the front, especially since he can suck on your boobs as you ride him

Hunter: On occasion he’ll let you get on top of him. Don’t think you’re the one in control, most of the time he’ll be thrusting his hips into yours

Yechan: not gonna lie, he gets a little shy when you’re riding him. After a while, he’ll get into it, tightly holding your hips

[karinab00bs]

can i req for a sumin stayc fic!

A Night to Remember

Sumin x named reader! (i hope u dont mind)

tags: smut, sex, nipple play, (semi?) public sex

”Is this the right road? We’ve been here three times,” Ethan’s words did not sound like a question. The girl who was called just now sighed softly because she didn’t go up the mountain that often. At first, Sumin had refused to join the event for a night of getting closer to each other on the mountain like this because she had no experience. Whether Sumin should be grateful or not because, at least she didn’t get lost alone.

”I don’t know.. This is also my first time.” Sumin could see Ethan’s confused face. Ethan should be able to depend on her being a senior, but unfortunately this time the man who was a year younger than her had to take over.

”Don’t stay away from me; if we get separated, it’s more trouble. I left a trail so that someone could find out that we are here, and please check your cellphone if there is a signal to contact the other student.” Ethan's intonation did not sound patronizing, but Sumin nodded obediently.

The sky was getting darker, darker than usual. Sumin glanced at her watch, and it was still seven o’clock. But somehow it felt like ten already. They should have been resting in the tents by this time and then, half an hour later, gathering around the campfire. But instead, they were lost in the seemingly unfriendly weather.

”Ethan..” called Sumin, and without many words, she held Ethan’s hand, who had just turned his head.

”Your hands are really cold; are you okay? Do you want to use my jacket?” Sumin shook her head slowly. She knew the night was cold, and she didn’t want Ethan to give up the only source of warmth he had for her.

”No, I’m just afraid of getting lost.. Can I hold your hand?” The man nodded, not objecting at all. First, he was also cold; second, Sumin, who was everyone’s crush, was holding his hand. Who would refuse?

”Btw, do you have a tent? I only have a sleeping bag in my backpack because my friend brought a tent.” Sumin had not yet answered. The sound of thunder made the girl jump in place. Ethan approached to hug and calm her. ”It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered softly. But, suddenly, they felt the drops of rain falling; it poured down on the two people, who did not have time to find a place until they were both soaked. Ethan pulled Sumin’s hand under a tree not far from where they were standing just now. It was still raining, but at least the branches and leaves kept them a little protected.

It was cold; Sumin’s whole body was wet from the rain, making her shiver, and she unconsciously heard the chattering of her teeth because it was too cold. Ethan turned to her and held her cold hands, giving them a gentle squeeze and rub to make them at least warmer.

”Ethan, I think the tent is in my backpack. Can you put it on?” Asked Sumin, the man nodded slowly, then unloaded Sumin’s carier. The girl sat huddled against the tree that sheltered them, her body trembling from the cold, making Ethan try his best to be quick in putting up the tent despite the rain that had begun to subside, not as hard as before.

Sumin closed her eyes while trying to hug herself. Then she felt a warm hand on her forehead and then on both cheeks. ”I’m afraid you’re sick; let’s go to the tent. I’ve put up the tent. There’s a sleeping bag, but if you can… ehm… sorry… you can just undress because your clothes is all wet.”

Sumin nodded quickly. ”Thank you, Ethan..” The sentence was replied to with Ethan’s soothing smile, which makes him look more handsome than before.

The rain began to subside, but the drops were still there. Sumin had undone all the threads attached to her body and got into the sleeping bag that Ethan had brought.

Sumin heard a sneeze from outside the tent. Ethan was cold too; she thought, “Ethan..” She called softly, but it was quite audible.

“Why? Your lips are blue for God’s sake.” Without being asked, Ethan entered the tent and helped Sumin lie back down. The man rubbed his palms together and then placed them on Sumin’s neck until warmth spread from there.

Ethan sneezed again, making the girl, who was still shivering, anxious too.

“Ethan.. come here; it’s still cold in here,” Sumin said while holding Ethan’s hand.

“My clothes are all wet; you’ll get cold,” Ethan gently refused.

“Just take off your shirt.” Sumin could see Ethan swallow. “It’s okay.. Come here.”

“If you say so..” Ethan replied that he was actually still full of hesitation, but why not instead of freezing to death?

Sumin bit her lip because she was still shivering, and now, in front of her eyes, she could see Ethan opening one cloth after another on her body. Well, the man was not typical muscular; he was quite skinny because of his height, but he looked proportional. Just look at how the man’s stomach was formed. Damn. Sumin averted her eyes because she didn’t want to look like a pervert.

“Sorry..” Ethan said it again before getting into the sleeping bag. Sumin nodded slowly. Ethan embraced Sumin’s body, which was smaller than his, in a hug. Slowly, Sumin’s felt more warm; she comfortably leaned against Ethan’s broad chest and tried to close her eyes. But suddenly she felt a hard object touching her womanhood. She looked up to look at Ethan’s face, which turned red. “I swear, Sumin, I’m sorry.. It wasn’t on purpose.

“It’s okay.. Maybe because it’s cold,” Sumin replied with red cheeks as well.

“Y-yes.. Obviously.. It was cold, and there was a beautiful naked girl hugging me so.. Sorry..” Sumin buried her face in Ethan’s chest and blushed. “I won’t do anything to you, unless you let me.. So.. If you want me as I want you.. you may.. do something to me.”

Hearing that sentence, Sumin moved and pulled the edge of the sleeping bag up to cover her head. She could hear Ethan laughing and calling her adorable.

Sumin hugged Ethan’s waist again and buried her beautiful face in his neck. There was silence, only gentle strokes on her head and back. Comfortable. Pleasant. But Ethan’s cock is still hard, still standing upright even though Ethan hasn’t spoken for a while, maybe calming down so as not to be carried away by his desire.

Sumin put one leg up around Ethan’s waist, indirectly giving Ethan’s hard cock access to tuck right into her pussy. She could feel Ethan holding his breath.

“Sumin?” called Ethan.

“Mm? It’s cold,” she replied. It was cold, but that wasn’t what Sumin really wanted.

“Do you want to try it?” Not answering, Sumin just gave a small nod, letting Ethan cheer in the day. “I’ll be slow; tell me if you want to stop. I’m not forcing you.”

Feeling he had permission, Ethan’s one hand that had been wrapped around her waist now began to boldly rub Sumin’s thigh and then slowly move her waist up and down, giving a gentle friction to their bodies. Ethan lowered his head to give light kisses on Sumin’s neck and shoulder, then down to her chest and boldly kissed the top of her breast, making Sumin bite her lip while squeezing Ethan’s shoulder. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Ethan’s tongue moving around her cold, hardened nipples, and soon sucked gently. A sigh escaped Sumin’s lips when Ethan did the same to her other nipple, but his suction became stronger there.

“Ethan.. ahhh.. mmm..” Sumin couldn’t hold back her sigh because what Ethan was doing to her body was too much for her; just the suction on the top of her chest was making her wet. Damn it, she cursed.

“May I put my dick in?” There was nothing sweeter than that question, and Sumin nodded slowly. And slowly, Ethan makes Sumin lie down while he is on top of her, making Sumin’s face red because now Ethan is looking at her, not like a starving person but with a smile and then a peck on the lips. Crazy, he looks pro in Sumin’s mind; it seems like it is not his first time, but what the hell, Sumin likes his sweet treatment.

Sumin held her breath as Ethan’s slowly entered her, really slowly, and many times Ethan looked at Sumin’s face to see if she was in pain or not. Finally, with a single jerk, Ethan’s entered, fully fitting Sumin’s pussy.

Moans were heard, but out of embarrassment, Sumin immediately hugged Ethan’s body and hid her face, still too embarrassed to be honest that Ethan really made her feel good.

For God’s sake, Sumin also saw the reddish tinge on Ethan’s face, and soon the man began to move his waist slowly, very slowly, as if it might hurt Sumin. “Does it hurt?" He asked softly. Sumin shook her head. “If it hurts, tell me.” After that sentence, Ethan’s waist movements got faster and faster, making his whole body as well as Sumin's warmer.

“A-ahh… Ethan… nghhh…” Sumin’s moans became more uncontrollable; all her shyness and logic were gone; the only thing left was pleasure because Ethan was now stomping on her right at Sumin’s weakest point until she moaned even more crazily.

“Sumin ahh.. mmhh..” Sumin squeezed Ethan’s back, leaving strokes from her nails.

“Ethan.. again.. anghh…” hearing that Ethan precisely stomped on her favorite spot many times, roughly making Sumin look up with both eyes closed.

The man felt impatient; his movements had begun to be less gentle than before but still did not hurt, so Sumin did not protest much, letting the man warm their bodies with this activity.

Sumin’s legs wrapped around Ethan’s waist until Ethan’s went deeper. Making her womanly walls twitch and massage Ethan’s firmly.

Ethan thrust into her again quickly and deeply, making her moan in pleasure even though her back was covered in scratches. In one last stroke, both of them reached their release simultaneously, accompanied by a groan of relief.

”Ethan..” Sumin whispered amidst her unsteady breathing.

”What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” Ethan asked while rubbing Sumin’s hair and then kissing her lips once. ”Uh.. sorry, I got carried away..”

Sumin smiled, then one hand tucked behind Ethan’s nape and pushed him closer. She could feel Ethan smiling between their kisses. Sweet. Maybe that’s why Sumin kept sucking Ethan’s lower lip as if it were her favorite candy. While Ethan was busy with Sumin’s upper lip, they deepened the kiss.

”I’ll count to 10 if you two don’t come out of the tent, and I’ll report that both of you are committing perversion on the mountain.”

Sumin and Ethan panicked as they both hurriedly picked up clothes that were not fully dry and put them back on, while in the front, Sieun’s voice was heard counting to five.

”Nine… ten. Come out, or I’ll break the tent.”

Ethan came out in a hurry while putting on his jacket and smiled at Sumin’s classmate.

”Your shirt is backwards, Ethan,” Sieun looking at her friend. Sumin and Ethan exchanged glances, and then both looked down in embarrassment over what had just happened.

[pupyuj]

— MASTERLIST !!

• IVE

— #ahn yujin.

▪︎ "careful what you wish for." [dom!yujin x sub!virgin!reader]

▪︎ "dress." [dom!sugar mommy!yujin x sub!sugar baby!reader]

▪︎ "the most pleasant surprise." [sub!yujin x (soft) dom!reader]

▪︎ "body party." [dom!bimbo!yujin x sub!gym rat!reader]

▪︎ "little things." [soft dom!yujin x sub!reader.]

▪︎ "favorite pastime." [dom!vers!yujin x sub!vers!wonyoung.]

— #kim gaeul.

▪︎ "ruin our friendship." [dom!gaeul x sub!taken!reader].

— #naoi rei.

▪︎ "special girl." [dom!vers!rei x sub!vers!reader.]

▪︎ "how you get the girl." [dom!bottom!rei x sub!top!reader.]

— #jang wonyoung.

▪︎ "magic words." [dom!mean girl!wonyoung x sub!virgin!reader]

▪︎ "your colorful secrets. [dom!mean girl!wonyoung x sub!nerd!reader]

▪︎ "dreamlike." [dom!stepsister!wonyoung x sub!inexperienced!reader.]

▪︎ "cherry on top." [dom!wonyoung x sub!actress!reader.]

▪︎ "favorite pastime." [sub!vers!wonyoung x dom!vers!yujin.]

— #kim jiwon / liz.

▪︎ "long overdue." [dom!bottom!liz x top!sub!reader].

• AESPA

— yu jimin / karina.

▪︎ none.

— uchinaga aeri / giselle.

▪︎ none.

— kim minjeong / winter.

▪︎ "simple solutions." [switch!cheater!winter x switch!reader]

— ning yizhuo. / ningning.

▪︎ none.

• LE SSERAFIM

— kim chaewon.

▪︎ none.

— miyawaki sakura.

▪︎ none.

— nakamura kazuha.

▪︎ "nobody like you." [dom!kazuha x sub!reader]

• STAYC

— bae sumin.

▪︎ none.

— park sieun.

▪︎ none.

— lee chaeyoung / isa.

▪︎ none.

— yoon seeun.

▪︎ "temporary fix." [dom!bottom!seeun x sub!top!virgin!reader]

— shim jayoon / yoon.

▪︎ none.

— jang yeeun / j.

▪︎ none.

!! masterlist/tags will be updated once thoughts/blurbs are uploaded for girls in their respective groups !!

!! if the list gets too long, it will be separated into two or more !!

[kcake555]

Sumin cake 🍰

xikers

[pandacherryblossoms]

♡⊹₊˚ Randomly Calling Boyfriend “Daddy” ₊˚⊹♡

Maknae Line

Suggestive Content.. MDNI 18+

Junghoon & Seeun -

Yujun -

Hunter & Yechan -

Hyung Line

[ourdadai]

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ꕮ   ̼   ⴘ𝗈𝗎   𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾   𝖺𝗇𝖽   𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽   𝗆𝗒   𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾,   𝖺𝗇𝖽   𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍   𝗐𝖺𝗌   𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤   𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾   𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋   𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒   𝖽𝖺𝗒  🪷 ♡

[gidle0ttothe6]

THEY ARE SO FINEEEE OMGGMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I WANT ALL OF THEM TO FINGER ME

hehe

[hannybun]

also, imma need you to work on them reacting to you asking them for "just the tip" 🫠

🎀 anon

(Sorry if this took a while to reply)

Xikers reaction to you asking “Just the tip”

Genre: 18+ (MDNI)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, teasing, dom!xikers, mentions of size (Hunter)

They will definitely pretty confident that they can contain themselves (and succeed)- Minjae, Junmin, Junghoon, Seeun, and Hunter

When Minjae heard you say, “Just the tip,” he might have already come then and there. Once he puts the tip of his cock in, you already felt like you weren’t going to last long. He’ll repeatedly thrust his tip in and out of you, keeping this up until you finally crumble and moan for him to fuck you.

Junmin can control himself until you crumble. Seeing how you barely hold yourself together is really cute to him. Noticing your facial expressions, he’ll hold your hand in his own, “Want me to push in deeper, baby?” You quickly nodded, can’t wait any longer. Fucking you slow and deep after

Junghoon has pretty good self-control and can keep his composure, so it wasn’t too difficult for him to thrust himself in you, until you begged for him to fuck you. Which is exactly what happens, you’re mewling at him to fuck you. “It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he told you as he patted your head. It wasn’t much longer before he turned you over on all fours.

Even though Seeun had a hard time controlling himself, he would still hold himself together until you fall apart. He’d hold your hips to prevent you from squirming around. Once you admit you can’t take it anymore, he’ll punish you by overstimulating you for making him wait.

Hunter’s heart would swell, hearing that he’s too big for you to take him completely. Like Junghoon, he has good self-control before he succumbs his urge to fuck you. He’ll wait you until you break and then push the rest of himself in. He’ll cum inside you for waiting so long

The don’t have enough self-control to last long- Sumin, Jinsik, Hyunwoo, Yujun, and Yechan

Sumin wouldn’t even try to last long to be honest. The second puts his tip in, he’s pushing the rest of himself you. He’s just doesn’t the energy to wait when feel you so good. The most he’ll do is rub his cock on your folds for a few seconds. Loves it when you have tears in your eyes

Jinsik tried really hard to not succumb to the pleasure, but couldn’t resist himself. Your insides are so warm and wet, “I’m sorry doll, it’s too much.” It leads to him fucking you until you’re squirting all over him.

Another one who really didn’t put an effort in trying. Hyunwoo at the longest would stay still for about 2 minutes, before saying fuck it (Literally). He might get you back if you’re teasing him about it. He thought it wasn’t worth it anyway

Poor Yujun, he tried, he really did. He’s so needy and desperate to fuck you, it felt like torture to him wait any longer. He’ll literally beg you to let him fuck before you give him the green light.

Yechan would make it a bet: who can last longer without submitting. Yechan would actually do a good job holding himself back, it was he felt your hips rolled against him, that he couldn’t hold it anymore.

[binnie-bitch]

I'm Going Freaky - Xikers Fanfiction

(AO3 Link) Pairing: Choi Sumin/Anonymus Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.8k Tags: Anonymus Sex, Glory Hole, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex Summary: Sumin goes to the rumored Glory Hole at Inkigayo. A/N: I wanted to write some shameless quick smut and friends voted for Sumin, so here we are. While I did write this with idols in mind, like for the ones that Sumin encounters in this fic, I delibrately kept it ambigious so you, dear reader, can imagine whoever you want. Either way, this is all about Sumin getting dick. Please enjoy <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The door creaked as if foreshadowing doom, opening up to a quiet and dark bathroom. Sumin fumbled for the lightswitch to at least feel a little less like he was stepping into a horror movie instead of a porn video. Then again, the only porn he had watched had worse lighting than a Batman movie, and was the reason he stuck to Hentai for his weekly jerk off session.

But jerking off got boring after a while. And that’s why he was here. In this deserted bathroom on the second floor of the Inkigayo building, the rumored place of many hook ups between idols and also one other thing.

Sumin slowly walked over to the last stall, hands squeezing into fists and loosening again to wipe sweat off his palms. He glanced at the mirrors as he passed, the question of why he was here again crossing his mind for a second, but the answer was pretty obvious. Jerking off was boring and Sumin hadn’t had any luck with other people recently. And so what better way to proceed was to go with an anonymous glory hole specifically for idols?

Sumin had heard about the hole before. When they had first debuted and got acquainted with other artists and the inevitable question of relationships came up. For the most part, it was a kind of rumor. A possibility of existing but no one in Sumin’s close proximity had the guts to confirm it.

Or so he thought, because it was Seonghwa who eventually mentioned that he had not only been to the bathroom, but also had been on both sides of the hole. Seonghwa had also immediately turned red and stuttered his way away from this topic, regretting that he ever said anything, but Sumin was solidly curious at that point. It didn’t leave his mind for a good two weeks and after the tenth Hentai manga he read involving a glory hole, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And so here he was, pushing open the door to either the best or worst idea he ever had. He thanked every god willing to listen that no one else was there yet. For once Sumin had changed clothes and wiped off his make-up quicker than his members, and now he had all the time in the world to get comfortable and calm down his nerves.

The door slipped shut behind him and he turned the lock, hands shaking. He wiped his palms on his shirt again, looking around.

His attention instantly zeroed in on the legend itself. The glory hole. Literally a hole, decently sized for any dick to go through and wrapped neatly with tape to cushion the edges. It was kind of underwhelming. Sumin wasn’t sure what he had expected. It was certainly close to whatever pictures he had in his mind, and yet so much more boring.

He used his jacket to kneel on - very reluctant advice from Seonghwa. The bathroom didn’t really smell like other bathrooms, which was nice. Biting citrus hung in the air and somewhere buried underneath was all the bad parts, but Sumin was too nervous to actually care much.

Every little noise had Sumin tense up. He shifted every few seconds, not sure how much time was passing, but he refused to look at his phone. Minjae had said that Sumin had an hour and he was determined to suck at least one dick in that time.

He was going to suck a stranger’s dick. What was he doing?

Sumin shook that thought off by slapping his cheeks. He knew exactly what he was doing, because oral sex was fun and it has been a while. The worse realization was actually that the dicks would not belong to strangers but other idols. No doubt sunbaenims. Sumin didn’t even need to understand math to be sure of that, and that’s all he would know, because it was all anonymous.

Maybe he could recognize them by voice. Maybe-

The front door clicked open. Sumin stiffened, eyes wide open as he stared at the hole. Footsteps grew closer way too quickly and a moment later, something black came into view in the other stall. A leg clad in tight jeans. It moved around a little, the stall door closed, and then the person cleared their throat.

“Ready, baby?” the man asked, voice a low hush.

A shiver chased down Sumin’s spine and he almost forgot he had to answer, but he was still rational enough to give a small noise of approval.

The stranger chuckled. A belt was opened, then a zipper. The man’s jeans dropped along his underwear, revealing the first glimpse of a thick shaft and unruly pubic hair. But there was no time to catch more as a big hand curled around the base of the cock and aimed the head down into the hole.

Sumin reflexively shuffled away as the growing erection slipped past the barrier, but he quickly drew closer again, drinking in the sight. It was kind of weird to just see the cock. As if there was no person attached, like a very realistic dildo built into the wall of the stalls. The shaft was insanely hot between Sumin’s fingers and while not very long, it had a good girth, with two prominent veins snaking underneath the skin.

Sumin dipped out his tongue and into the slit, shuddering with the overwhelming taste of salt. It was just skin, pre-cum not yet dripping, but Sumin was also hit with musk and sweat, seeping into his senses until he completely forgot his fried nerves.

With nowhere to look but the white wall, Sumin closed his eyes and resorted to imagining who could be on the other side. With every inch stretching his lips and dragging over his tongue another famous idol’s face flashed through his mind. He was sure that he had heard the voice before, but he seemed to have forgotten everything but the handsome faces of all the men Sumin looked up to.

Right before his lips met the taped edge, Sumin pulled back again. He pressed his palms on the wall for some support and sucked around the tip, tongue swirling right under the head. The stranger groaned and his cock twitched.

Sumin’s own dick strained against his pants already and he definitely would have been embarrassed how quick that was, but his mind was solely fixated on the weight on his tongue and trying to keep breathing through his nose. He did openly moan as he descended back down the cock, sucking until his cheeks hollowed out.

Another groan filled the room, followed by a fist banging on the wall. Sumin twitched in surprise and almost bit down, but stopped himself last second and pulled off the dick instead. The shaft glistened with a layer of spit and Sumin opted to curl his hand back around, jerking the cock with quick twists of his wrist and squeezing fingers.

“Is it good?” Sumin asked carefully.

“Yes, baby. So fucking good.”

Sumin smiled, cheeks warm.

He kept up his slow back and forth for a good minute or so, using his tongue when only the tip stretched his lips. The man on the other side didn’t complain once, only giving small noises every now and then. At one point he jerked his hips, but Sumin took the thrust like a pro, even deliberately moaning to get the stranger to do it again.

As the man repeated the motion over and over, Sumin fell into the same rhythm. He met the cock midway each thrust and they easily both picked up pace until the man was basically fucking the hole along with Sumin’s mouth. The stalls rattled and when Sumin opened his eyes he caught sight of fingers gripping the top of the wall separating them.

Soon, the thrusts stuttered, losing in strength. Sumin sucked and sucked, pre-cum staining his tongue each time the cock pulled back. At some point the man stopped, groaning so deep that it shook Sumin to the bones. A moment later, cum flooded his mouth and he just kept sucking, milking and swallowing every last drop.

The cock slipped from his lips with a wet pop and a thin string of drool connected them, stretching until it snapped. Sumin took a deep breath, blinking through the haze. His own erection throbbed and he had to actually dig the heel of his hand into his crotch, easing the tension at least a little.

“Thanks, baby,” the man said, and left the stall.

And Sumin still had no idea who he was. He had a theory at best. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was sure, but it probably wouldn’t fully dawn on him until later in bed. In the moment, Sumin was more occupied with savoring the lingering taste and also pondering if he should masturbate or not.

He decided no when another person entered the stall. Same procedure, except this guy didn’t say a single word. Fine by Sumin. The new cock was really pretty with the slight curve and cut foreskin, inviting Sumin to dig in right away even without any outstanding size.

The second person stayed quiet except for some little whines and muffled moans, but none of them clear enough to get any idea who it could be. He sounded cute though. More feminine than the first, and Sumin couldn’t help but imagine Seonghwa in the place, because that was exactly how he imagined his hyung to sound like.

This guy also didn’t really add anything to the blowjob, but that didn’t bother Sumin. He was happy to take it at his own pace and indulge by not just sucking and swallowing, but also by using his tongue more. Every now and then he pulled off the lick along the shaft or dip into the slit, solely focusing on tasting the precum that freely dripped like a leaking faucet.

Sumin kept one hand on the stall wall again, but his other hand squeezed around his own cock. He was so hard and heat creeped under his skin. There was sweat gathering under his clothes, his guts twisting with each slide of the stranger’s dick over Sumin’s tongue.

“C-close,” the man groaned, too muffled to really pick up the voice enough, but Sumin at least understood what was being said.

Sumin dove back in and sucked the tip between his lips. He brought his hand from his own crotch up to curl around the bare shaft, pumping up and down the minimal space available between Sumin’s mouth and the edge of the hole. The cock throbbed and twitched, drooling more precum.

One swipe of Sumin’s tongue over the head was the cherry on top. The stranger came with no noise, but hips jerked back. His cock slipped from Sumin’s mouth in the process and spilled cum over plush lips. Sumin startled with the sudden change, ducking away from the hot liquid, but only ended up with more of it decorating his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

The man on the other side released a shaky breath of relief. Sumin swore he caught a mumbled “Thank you” before the stranger left, but his focus was on the cum slowly running down his skin.

Sumin scrunched up his nose. It didn’t smell, but the cum was rapidly cooling and started to feel more like glue. Still, Sumin left it there. He could have used some toilet paper to wipe it off and later in bed he would definitely feel disgusted at himself for not doing exactly that, but there was something weirdly exciting about it all.

Sumin would have paid to have someone call him a dirty slut or something for sitting there at a glory hole, in a public bathroom, with cum on his face. In a good Hentai that would be the moment the protagonist realized they’re enjoying it. Sumin had realized that after the first dick, but it certainly helped decide that this, in fact, was one of his best ideas ever.

Another person came, but quickly left again. Sumin assumed it was someone who would have loved to take his place and he couldn’t help but pride himself in the fact that he was here first. But it also reminded him of how long he had already been sitting there. He wasn’t entirely sure how long exactly and he was afraid of looking at the time, relying purely on the timer he put in earlier, but he did use the moment to stretch his legs.

His knees ached and he was still hard. For a moment he just sat on the toilet seat, wondering if he should jerk off before the next person came. If there was another person. He hoped there was one more. It was surely more fun to masturbate while sucking someone off.

And like the universe heard his prayer, the bathroom door opened again. Sumin held his breath and slowly slipped back down on the floor, eyes stuck on the little space underneath the stalls to see if he could see the person. A pair of combat boots appeared right in the middle of Sumin’s stall and the one next to his.

The person seemed to be waiting for something. Or maybe he was thinking. Sumin cleared his throat just to give a sign that he was in here.

The stranger chuckled.

“I wonder if we have met before,” he said, his voice like a cat purring.

Sumin shivered. “Probably.”

“You sound cute.” The man moved into the stall and in front of the hole. “Do you also look cute?”

“I…I think so?”

Another laugh, almost mocking. “Can you even think all that much, angel?”

Sumin swallowed and squeezed his cock, whimpering with the sliver of pleasure the contact provided.

“It’s okay, angel,” the man cooed, “just open your mouth and let me fuck your throat.”

“O-okay.”

Sumin could do that.

He shuffled closer, putting his palms back on the wall. While it felt weird, Sumin leaned in and opened his mouth like he was told to, lips almost touching the edges of the hole. It only took a few seconds before the tip of the new cock kissed Sumin’s tongue. The first thing Sumin realized was this guy was much bigger than the other two. Definitely in girth and no doubt in length as well.

And as the man slowly fed inch after inch into Sumin’s mouth, stretching his lips to the limit of comfortable, an overwhelming rush of excitement shook through Sumin’s body. His fingers curled against the wall, nails dragging over the metal, and his eyes fluttered shut. The cock flattened his tongue and there was a distinct taste of something fruity. Like the shaft had been covered in something right before.

“There you go, angel, so fucking good,” the man groaned, bucking his hips, burying the rest of his cock.

Sumin choked and reflexively pulled back. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, erection begging to be let out of his pants.

“Too much?” the man asked, tone amused.

Sumin slowly shook his head. He could do this, he had to. When would be the next opportunity to suck a dick this big?

So Sumin bopped his head back down, but was quickly met with his limit once more. This time he was prepared and only pulled back as far as he needed to breathe. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Sumin tried again, swallowing against his own gag reflex.

Except he couldn’t really swallow around the intrusion. Drool pooled around the cock, so much that it bubbled out from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin. So much of it coated the shaft as Sumin lifted his head again, enough that it was running down the wall of the stall.

The man on the other side sighed, satisfaction coating the edges, but also a mocking boredom.

“You’re so slow, angel. Is it that difficult?”

Sumin whimpered around the thick cock and popped off the head with a disgusting wet sound. More drool spilled over his bottom lip, down his skin, and he desperately swallowed. He wiped at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking in a deep breath.

“Can’t talk anymore?” the man asked.

Heat creeped into Sumin’s cheeks and he ducked his head. “No? I- I just… it’s so big…”

“Having a hard time?”

“Y-yes…”

The man hummed. “This might be a bit of a bold request, but can I come into your stall and fuck you properly?”

Sumin choked on his next breath, falling into a whole coughing fit. Every muscle inside of him tensed up and his eyes widened, cock twitching with interest. This was real. This had to be real. Sumin begged the universe that it was real.

“Yes! Y-yes, it’s fine. You can… I’ll open the door.”

Sumin scrambled to his feet and unlocked the stall, but didn’t dare actually open the door. He just sat down on the toilet again, watching the boots move from stall to stall. The hinges creaked and the view opened up to long legs in blue jeans, the beginnings of a loose shirt halfway tucked into the pants-

Sumin squeezed his eyes shut. The man laughed.

“Don’t wanna see me?”

Sumin shook his head.

“Is it more exciting if you don’t know?”

“Yes.”

As much as Sumin wanted to know, to have those bragging rights to his friends that this and that famous idol fucked him, there was also a sort of satisfaction in being able to imagine. The possibility of Sumin being disappointed with who he got dicked down by was slim, but not zero.

The boots squeaked on the floor and the lock of the door clicked close again, chasing a shiver down Sumin’s spine. Radiating body heat and the faint smell of cologne was all Sumin had to know that the man was standing right in front of him.

“You really are fucking cute. I like the green hair.”

Fingertips brushed along Sumin’s jaw. He shuddered, hands tightening their grip on the toilet seat. His nerves were fried and somewhere in the back of his mind Sumin wondered how smart this was, letting a stranger get so close, letting a stranger outright fuck him.

But at this point, all Sumin knew was the desperation to cum and the fingers touching his face, his neck, dipping past the collar of his hoodie and leaving an invisible trail over Sumin’s collarbones.

One hand cupped Sumin’s cheek and a thumb brushed over some of the dried cum.

“Such a dirty boy, but still a pretty angel.”

The thumb wandered lower, pushing into Sumin’s bottom lip. His lips were probably swollen and red, they definitely felt like it, and Sumin indulged in the small bliss of remembering how the first guy fucked his mouth. He had kinda hoped the third would also do that, but now he was promised something even better.

As the thumb slipped deeper into Sumin’s mouth, Sumin opened up, tongue flicking against the invading finger. Immediately, the grip on his face changed to a tight hold on his chin. The thumb pressed down on his tongue, forcing his mouth to open wider. This way, Sumin was once again struggling to swallow, and drool collected around the thumb.

“You’re so lucky, angel,” the man purred, “just earlier I fucked someone else and I still have some lube left.”

Sumin moaned, heart fluttering. He wasn’t even embarrassed when the hold on his jaw loosened and he could actually close his mouth, and the first thing he did was envelop the thumb with his lips and suck on it. The guy was definitely wearing nail polish and Sumin was impressed at how smooth the paint was as his tongue dragged over the nail.

But then the man pulled away and clicked his tongue.

“I could watch all day, but unfortunately I don’t have the time. So why don’t you pull down your pants and bend over for me?”

Sumin didn’t have to be told twice. He did fumble in the minimal space and with his eyes still closed, but eventually got himself in position. With his pants and underwear pooled around his knees, hoodie the only thing covering most of his ass, Sumin knelt on the toilet seat. He crossed his arms on the tank and buried his face into his sleeves, still damp with spit.

Fingers trailed the curve of both of Sumin’s thighs up to his hips, pushing the hoodie until the bottom sat around his waist. Cool air brushed over skin and Sumin shivered, but it did nothing to cool the heat buzzing in his veins and twisting his guts.

“Just relax, angel,” the man said, one hand settling on Sumin’s right cheek. The long fingers squeezed around the supple meat there and the edges of multiple rings dug deep into skin, no doubt leaving marks.

At the same time, Sumin caught the click of a bottle being opened. The faint scent of something fruity filled the space and the man’s hand slipped away. A moment later, the fingers came back, but this time finding their way between Sumin’s cheeks. One fingertip dipped right into the tight hole and Sumin twitched with a rush of surprise.

“So sensitive. Still want it?” the man asked.

Sumin quickly nodded. He would have begged if he could, but just thinking about forming a coherent sentence seemed impossible. Whatever nonsense he would have spilled if he tried to talk would have been even more embarrassing anyway.

The finger rubbed around the tight rim, pushing right into the middle, then soothing it again with a sort of massage. Sumin focused on breathing, inhaling, exhaling, all while his cock throbbed between his legs and drooled all over the porcelain.

For a moment, the hand pulled away, coming back with even more lube. When the man tried again to breach Sumin’s hole, he succeeded, finger slipping in like a hot knife through butter. A small groan was pushed from deep within Sumin’s chest and he bit down on his sleeve. The cotton was disgusting, especially with how much spit was already soaked in there, but the way Sumin’s noises echoed in the bathroom reminded him of how much shame he would inevitably feel later.

With the first finger inside, it was smooth sailing from there. The second digit didn’t wait long and with the third there was a tangible stretch that didn’t just feel strange, but actually held some pleasure. It helped when the fingers thrusted as deep as they could and the tip of the longest finger brushed that part inside Sumin that had his whole body jerking with a wave of pure unfiltered pleasure.

“Look at you, angel,” the man whispered, more to himself than anything else, “taking it so well.”

“P-please,” Sumin choked out.

Desperation clawed deep in his stomach and the urge to touch himself once again pushed itself to the front, but Sumin tightened his grips on his own biceps and just weakly wiggled his butt. He wanted more, needed more, but words didn’t seem enough to articulate that.

The man understood regardless. With one more thrust, he yanked his fingers out. A little ruthless, but it punched another moan from Sumin’s throat and he actually felt dizzy for a moment. It was so hard to keep up that when the tip of the man’s cock kissed his hole, Sumin actually peeked over his shoulder to see if this was really happening.

And it was.

Big hands gripped Sumin’s hips tightly, nails digging hard enough that it would leave bruises. Before Sumin could accidentally glance up at the man’s face, his hole was breached by a new intrusion, stretching the rim to the limit and leaving Sumin reeling. His whole body seized up and his orgasm burned him from deep within before he could even comprehend that he was cumming at all.

Sumin sucked in a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering. His thighs twitched and his teeth clenched so hard around his hoodie sleeve that he should have been scared about breaking a tooth.

But then the man pushed his cock deeper and any thought melted away. All there was, was the way Sumin’s insides stretched and molded around the thick shaft, taking inch after inch way too slow and also way too fast. Everything was hot and Sumin was so full, only getting fuller by the second.

“So fucking tight,” the man groaned, finally bottoming out.

Sumin trembled with the lingering high of his first orgasm and the resulting overstimulation. His cock was already hard again, or still hard? He wasn’t sure. But he was ready for more, ready for whatever his sunbaenim - hopefully sunbaenim - would give him.

“Please…hyung…” Sumin whimpered, blinking against tears.

“Oh angel, you sound so sweet. I could eat you up right now.”

“Please please-” Sumin gasped as the man jerked his hips once. “Please, hyung!”

“You need it that badly?”

“Y-yes! Yes yes yes”-

A loud, shameless moan ripped from Sumin’s throat at a harsh thrust. Another thrust pushed his mind back into a dizzying haze. Again and again, the man fucked into him, rapidly picking up speed like he also was impatient and desperate.

Sumin buried his face back into the crook of his elbow, biting his bottom lip to keep muffling high pitched and breathy noises. His cock was back to drooling over the toilet seat and his legs definitely hurt at this point, knees aching and thighs too tense, but the pleasure sparking in every crevice of his body drowned out any discomfort.

The man was merciless in his chase, his grip even tighter. There was no way Sumin wouldn’t be bruised in the morning and he couldn’t wait to see it, be reminded of how hard and deep he was fucked. By a big cock of an idol he didn’t know. It would haunt him for weeks, maybe months, until the next opportunity came for Sumin to indulge like this.

As the thrusts turned sloppy, losing rhythm but not speed, fingers tangled into Sumin’s hair and tugged him back, tugging until his back met the man’s chest. While the hand in his hair slipped down to grip his jaw, the man’s other arm snaked around Sumin’s waist to keep him upright.

“Fuck, I could fuck your tight little hole all day, angel,” the man growled right Sumin’s ear.

“P-please do, hyung~”

“You would like that? You wanna be my cocksleeve?”

Sumin dumbly nodded. It was all he could, tongue feeling thick and throat too dry. Talking was difficult and his brain barely comprehended the words anyway.

With the hand on Sumin’s jaw, the man turned his head. Sumin tried to keep his eyes closed, but there were so many tears, he blinked out of sheer reflex, and just before their lips met, Sumin caught a glimpse of a familiar face. His surprised gasp was swallowed up by the man’s greedy mouth.

Tongues slipped together. Teeth nipped at lips. Noises and spit spilled between them, hot breaths mingling in the air. All while the man continued to drill into Sumin’s hole, practically bouncing him on his cock in this position. Sweat stuck to their skin and both found themselves desperate, moaning and kissing and biting like animals.

The last push Sumin needed was the hand around his throat tightening. It barely cut off his air, yet, a wave of molten pleasure crashed over him and he crumbled apart like burned wood. More cum spilled over the porcelain, some catching on Sumin’s thighs. His hole clenched around the cock and the man pulled away from the kiss, leaving Sumin to freely moan and whimper with the haze of another orgasm.

The man thrusted once, twice, burying himself to the hilt and then stopping. Another kind of heat spread in Sumin’s guts and he twitched with one last spark of energy before falling limp in the other idol’s strong arms.

They slowly and carefully peeled apart. The man helped Sumin get dressed again and cleaned everything up, all while whispering sweet nothings, too many compliments to remember. But Sumin was hyper aware of the gentle touches and kisses, the way he was treated like fragile glass.

Everything inside him screamed to just look and see who was so nice, but Sumin kinda already knew. The small glimpse earlier had revealed everything. But also, he couldn’t have opened his eyes even if he wanted to. He was so tired and needed at least ten minutes to recover.

Sumin leaned back against the toilet tank and just listened to the man shuffling to probably get himself adjusted as well. Fingers brushed over his forehead, tugging some loose strands behind his ear. Sumin instinctively leaned into the touch and the man chuckled softly, almost fondly.

“Let’s have some fun again, angel.”

Sumin meekly nodded. “Sure.”

“Maybe next time you’ll actually look at me, Sumin-ah~”

[ningvory]

STAYC

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thinking about..

bf!sumin who points out outfits in different shop-windows as you two walk beside each other, hand in hand, laughing and giggling about his crazy outfit ideas as he goes on and on.

bf!sumin whose first is always you. he wakes up and you're the first thing on his mind, he sends you his SUSUTD pics first, he buys you food first as he's done with work and can finally go home to you.

bf!sumin who makes you different kind of clothes, drawing little details about you and your relationship, so whenever you wear them, he's the only thing on your mind. :)

bf!sumin who would call you on a random day just so he can hear your voice and paint it down however he imagines it. because he knows you so well,he paints down your mood of the day, practically drowning in feelings as he tries to make it accurately.

bf!sumin who takes secret photos of you with his camera. you swear everytime you're in his room, there's a new photo printed out of you in a frame, sometimes a picture of the two of you holding hands or walking down a beach.

bf!sumin who lets you put temporary hello kitty tattoos on him. you're bored and see his back not blocked by his shirt? you stick bunch of different pink tattoos on his skin, him groaning when you force him to stay put as you work the paper on his back. sometimes even decorating his arms with the leftover tattoos.

bf!sumin who loves going to museums with you, showing you his perspective of things and art. walking around while semi-audibly explaining to you why he adores some works in the gallery.

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bf!sumin is the type who buys you any kind of lingerie you want. he even suprises you with them, sometimes buying all kinds of toys just to go with something:)

bf!sumin is an ass man. the man can't take his eyes off of your backside whenever you ride him in reversed, enjoying that he has access to gather your hair in one of his hands as the other grips your cheek harsly.

bf!sumin is the type who lures you into spreading your legs infront of a mirror in your room after being a brat, making you touch yourself as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. darling, you think you deserve all of me after this behavior? think again~ kissing your skin oh so lovely as he enjoys the sound of your cries.

as i mentioned, bf!sumin is the type whose first is always you. he waits, even restrains himself from the pleasure just so he can make sure you're the one who's cumming first. feeling you tigthen around his cock as he moans into your shoulder out of relief, letting himself cum on the spot right then and there.

bf!sumin is the type who eventually fucks you infront of that mirror, putting one of your legs on the dresser next to you so he can dive into you deeper. in the mirror you can see his hands sliding around your shoulders and neck, softly griping on you so he can rut back into you again and again.

bf!sumin who make outs with you in a dressing room next to the dance studio, quieting your whines and cries with his hand and mouth when he lowers himself on his knees and dives into your sopping cunt, making you immediately arch your back and beg for more.

bf!sumin at the end of the day, is the type whose favorite is when you're both lazyly making sweet love to one to another after a long week of not seeing each other.

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.