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babyjinsu · 2 days ago

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something borrowed - sungchan jung & eunseok song

love was never yours in the first place—only borrowed between them.

pairing; sungchan x reader x eunseok ||wc; 5.6k

⟡ cautions nsfw, jealous sungchan, featuring sunwoo tbz!! doggy style, fingering, lowkey rough sex, nipple play/breast worship, sungchan is needy, possessiveness, squiring, creampie, the smut is 8 pages long haha.... sungchan is so in love with you

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💭 hii aahh finally the second part!! <3 sorry for taking so long to write this :<< i hope you guys will enjoy it ;( this chapter has not much of eunseok appearance so do wait for the last part tyy!

tuesday is a day as ordinary as any other.

the cafeteria hums with the noises of plates clattering, voices overlapping, bursts of laughter echoing across the walls and the floors. it’s tuesday and it’s bright outside—the sun spills through the cafeteria windows, catching the edges of gaeul’s hair, the side of rei’s face, and glinting off half-empty soda cans and plates of food.

you’re here, present in body if not in mind, poking absentmindedly at the pork cutlet on your plate. the conversations shifts like background noise—from freeriders and assignments, to upcoming hangout plans, then—

“sooo… what’s up with you and sungchan?”

the words slide into the air so carelessly that it takes you a few moments to realise they’re directed to you.

you blink, chopsticks stilling over your food. “what?”

rei grins and wiggles her eyebrows, propping her chin on her palm. “you and sungchan. what’s goin’ on?”

gaeul chimes in, nudging you with her elbow before she too, props her cheek on her palm. “right? sungchan’s so fine. and you guys have like, a history.”

you let out a small, awkward laugh. you and jinsu?

your mind replays back to that night after you practically passed out drunk—the desperate and heated i love you’s—the admitting that you love him more than his brother, his big palm around your—

“we don’t have a history,” you reply, shaking your head and placing your chopsticks down. “we’re childhood friends. it’s always been that way.” you hum, smiling as you mirror their gestures—propping your chin on the back of your hands.

“yeah, childhood friends,” rei drags out, obviously teasing. “but now you’re both grown! and he doesn’t look at you like a childhood friend anymore.”

your stomach twists—is it obvious? the feeling sinks deep into your gut and spreads like an ink.

they don’t know. nobody knows. eunseok doesn’t know. they don’t know about what happened that night you spent tangled under his sheets—the vulnerable confession, the way sungchan’s hands search for yours when you try to pull away, the way neither of you acknowledge the mess you’ve made simply because you were drunk, and sungchan was desirous.

they don’t know that it wasn’t just sungchan—but his brother too. if sungchan is obsessed, then eunseok is something worse. they don’t know that the two brothers are wound so tightly around you. you don’t know where you begin, and where they end.

you force a laugh, lifting your soda can to your lips to mask the way your breath has grown a bit heavier. “you guys are silly,” you shake your head. “he’s like… a brother to me…” you murmur, hoping they’d just drop the subject.

brother? jinsu isn't a brother to you—what are you saying?

but even as the conversation shifts, even as they move on to talking about someone else—gaeul’s ex boyfriend—the feeling lingers, it burrows deep beneath your skin.

what am i doing?

when was the last time you looked at either of them—sungchan and eunseok—without seeing the weight of the consequences that you have done? when was the last time you went to eunseok’s apartment without him tossing you on his bed, or bending you over his study table? with sungchan—it just happened once—but what next? what will happen next between you and your bestfriend?

when was the last time they said your name without possession dripping from their tongues?

when was the last time everything was ever normal?

you lightly push your food around your plate, appetite long gone.

——

the arcade was loud with high-pitched beeping from machines, the sounds of rubber soles squeaking against linoleum floors, with teenagers laughing out loud watching their friends dancing on the pump it up machine.

it all blended together into the background beneath the rhythmic thump of sungchan’s basketball hitting the backboard.

he’s been at it for a while, fingers quick, arms moving with practiced ease as he shot one after another. the machine’s screen blinked with bright red numbers, his score climbing higher, but you weren’t paying attention.

you were sitting on the side on the worn bench, phone in your hands, scrolling and chatting with your friends. the blue light reflected in your eyes, your mind half-tuned to whatever your friends were talking about, half-lost in the warmth that still lingered in your body—phantom touches of someone else's.

you shifted slightly, thighs pressing together. it’s been a week since it happened. a week since eunseok taught you… physical biology and something more in life.

“hey,”

sungchan’s voice cuts through your thoughts. you glanced up briefly, catching the flicker of concentration on his face as he aimed for another shot.

he wasn’t looking at you.

“did you know youngjae from class 3 likes you?”

you blinked, thumbs pausing mid-typing.

“hm?” you hummed—not processing what he had just said.

sungchan didn’t look at you, but you saw the way his eyes darted to the side, stealing quick glances in between throws. “youngjae,” he repeated. “likes you.”

the words rolled around your mind, slow and unfamiliar. youngjae? you tilted your head, considering which one was he again—but your heartbeat didn’t change, your stomach didn’t flutter.

“oh,” you said finally, before dropping your eyes back to your phone.

sungchan missed his next shot—his eyebrows furrowed slightly. the ball bounced off the rim and rolled down the chute with an unsatisfying clatter. he glanced at you again. “do you like him?”

the question landed heavier, your heart skipped a beat. you opened your mouth but no words came out.

do you like him?

your thoughts flickered back, unbidden, to that day in eunseok’s bedroom. the quiet and curious hush of the air, the heat of his palms against your bare skin, the way your innocent heart drummed against your ribcage as he slowly took off your uniform—piece by piece—the way he moaned and murmured your name in a different tone than before, the way you let him became your first.

the way you were his’ too.

you closed your legs tighter, swallowing the lump in your throat. you could taste him at the back of your throat.

do you like him?

what was that? was it love? was it like?

your lips parted to say something, and you knew sungchan was watching—waiting, shoulders tensed, his hands gripping the basketball.

he thought you were hesitating because of youngjae.

he thought you’re considering it—liking youngjae back.

he shouldn’t have asked—shouldn't have let you know that youngjae liked you.

but your head was somewhere else—your head played back the memory of your legs tangled eunseok’s sheet, the aftercare, the— “do you know why it feels good now?” as he demonstrated how, the way he looked above you, sweating and panting and chanting your name like it’s the only word he knew.

you didn’t know how to name it. but that’s sungchan’s brother.

finally, after a long pause, you exhaled. “...no.”

sungchan’s grip loosened, he let out a sigh of relief—one he was holding back.

the machine beeped. the game timed out. his score flashed in red on the screen—it didn’t beat the previous high score.

sungchan just stood there, watching you in relief.

you didn’t like youngjae. but this wasn’t about him.

——

your phone flickers, the low battery icon pops up—dull red against the dark screen. then slowly, it powers on.

the old phone feels small in your hands now—lighter than you remember, almost like a toy. the plastic casing is chipped at the corners, the once-bright pink now dulled with age. you don’t even remember keeping it, burying it at the back of your drawer beneath old notebooks and photo albums.

you stumble upon it in the midst of a cleaning session. just picking up clutters of your room to distract yourself from the last time you talked to them.

eunseok is busy—finals are eating up his time, keeping him occupied and away—which is beneficial to you, since you don’t feel like talking to him at the moment.

jinsu, though… you swallow, shaking your head as you swipe up to fill in the passcode.

you still haven’t talked to him since that night—how many days has it been?—since his mouth never left yours, since his hands groped everywhere he could. it’s awkward now.

you don’t know how to act around him. if you should ever act like nothing happened, or acknowledge him. should you even talk to him at all?

your eyes flicker back to the phone. you don’t even remember what’s on it. it’s been decades.

the home screen is still a picture of your cat before she passed away after your 17th birthday. your fingers move on their own, opening the photo gallery.

there aren’t as many pictures as you remembered—blurry shots of your middle school friends, pictures of flowers and low-resolution selfies taken in bad lighting. and then you see it—

an album eunseok had specifically made for the three of you.

the first photo is from the day you first got the phone—eunseok had taken it, you remember that now. he was 14, you and sungchan were 13. the three of you were sitting on the porch outside of your house. you looked so weird and ugly—pimples and braces, shorter hair, leaning against sungchan’s shoulder. he too, looked awkward. wasn’t smiling, caught mid-blink. eunseok was behind the camera, but you swore you could hear his laughter just by looking at the picture.

you swipe—and continue to swipe—more days where things were simple.

you see yourself at 14, posing with sungchan and eunseok’s new adopted puppy.

you see sungchan at 15, dressed in his football uniform with the ball on his hips.

that’s before it went wrong. before the lines were crossed.

you see eunseok at 17, in one of the selfies where he had his arm draped lazily around your shoulder. then you at 16, in another picture eunseok took of you in his bedroom—studying.

then you got a new phone, and the photos stopped.

your younger self would be so disappointed if she knew where the three of you ended now. she would be so disappointed knowing you let them both pull you in.

a lump forms in your throat, you don’t want to lose them.

but you also don’t want to keep going like this.

your fingers tighten around the phone. this has to stop before all of you fall into something deeper—something that will only come with regret.

——

sungchan finally texted you after two weeks—on a wednesday while you’re out with rei.

jinsu: what are you doing?

“yn pleaseee? i don’t want to be alone—he said he’ll bring a friend!”

rei tugs on your sleeve, dragging out the last word like a whine. you barely glance up from your laptop, scrolling through the last of your notes. “mmhm,” you hum noncommittally.

“oh my god, please yn,” she lets out another whine, slumping against the chair beside you, fingers still pinching around your sleeve. “it’s just a meetup! one time only! you don’t even have to stay long. just accompany me so it’s not awkward…”

you glance at rei, lips pursing slightly. “i donno…” you murmur.

you don’t date. you don’t remember the last time you even went on one… because there was never a need to go out with a guy besides sungchan and eunseok before.

but maybe because of that too, you should say yes.

rei head-butts your arm like a cat, tugging on your sleeves. “...fine,” you say, shutting your laptop with a sigh. this can be good for you too. she lets out a soft gasp, covering her mouth with the tips of her fingers, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “oh my god—really? thank you, thank you!”

she continues to give you the details—two guys from engineering, really hot (although you find that pretty impossible—compared to sungchan and eunseok?), tall… bla bla bla… meeting them up at a cafe near the university at 4 p.m., and so on…

your mind isn’t really paying attention to what she’s saying. it circles around whether what you’re doing is the correct move—can this truly revert it? what if they act recklessly? what if eunseok—or sungchan? but you’re moving on, aren’t you?

yeah, you’re moving on. that’s what this is.

——

jinsu: why aren’t you replying to me?

rei waves you over as you step into the cafe, her eyes twinkling with excitement and something playful. “oh, there she is!” she says as she slides over to make a space for you. the two guys—are already seated. one sits infront of rei, and the other—for you.

you settle into your chair, fingers smoothing over your dress as you offer the table a polite smile. he’s not bad-looking at all. his eyes are warm, and his voice is nice when he introduces himself—sunwoo.

then on, the conversation starts off simple—what you study and why you take the subjects, how you know rei, the little things—but it flows. you laugh genuinely and he leans in a little when you speak like he’s actually interested in what you have to say.

from one date, it turns into two, then three.

and by the time you know it, eunseok and sungchan aren’t the only ones occupying your mind. you thought it wasn’t possible. for the longest time, you’ve spent so long wrapped up in them that you forgot what it felt like to have something normal.

“when can i see you again, yn?” sunwoo asks as he drops you off infront of your apartment complex. you turn around, humming as you hold the strap of your sling bag. “i’ll text you,” you offer him a shy smile.

sunwoo grins, rocking back on his heels. “you always say that.”

you let out a soft chuckle, shifting your weight from one foot to another. “and do i never not text?” his grin widens, “fair enough.” sunwoo takes a step closer, hesitating for just a second. his fingers twitch at his sides. his hand reaches up to tuck a strand behind your ear—like he’s testing the waters.

you let him be. leaning in, you place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “goodnight, sunwoo,” you murmur against his skin, pulling back. blush creeps over your cheeks. he nods, rubbing the back of his neck as he steps backwards. “don’t forget to text me.” he playfully reminds you as you step back towards the entrance.

chuckling, you nod and roll your eyes. sunwoo bids you one last goodbye and waves before turning on his heel, heading towards his car. the sound of engine starting hums in the background as you watch his taillights disappear down the road.

you exhale, pressing your palms against your heated cheeks. that was so cheesy. so… simple. so refreshing. you liked it a lot. the kiss didn’t feel forceful—it just felt light. youthful.

you are just about to enter the entrance when— “who was that?”

your breath catches in your throat. turning around, your palms still warm from where they had cupped your own cheeks.

there, sungchan stands a few feet away, his face half-lit by the glow of the streetlamp. his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie. his expression is unreadable, but his eyes—they pin you in place.

“who was that?” he repeats, nudging his head slightly.

momentarily, you just stare. you hadn’t seen him in days nor did you ever reply back to his texts. yet here he is, standing outside your apartment like he never left your orbit. did he tell you he was coming?

“a friend,” your throat feels so dry that you have to force your voice to stay even. “i was out with friends.”

sungchan only tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. then, he lets out a mocking scoff. “that didn’t look like just a friend.” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he takes a step closer to you. you don’t move. “did you have fun?”

the weight of his gaze dragging over your features makes your stomach tighten. did he see you kissing sunwoo on the cheek?

your fingers twitch around the strap of your bag. “...yeah,” you nod, breathless.

“then… are you replacing me?” he asks. his voice is still soft, like a crack in his composure as he towers before you, looking down. you don’t answer because you don’t know how to. because it’s easier to stay silent than to explain why you’re doing this.

upon your silence, sungchan’s jaw clenches slightly. “does he—” he exhales, shaking his head slightly. “does he know how you like to be touched?” his voice drops lower, almost taunting.

your breath hitches as you immediately look up to sungchan. “what—?”

“does he know,” he cuts you off, closing the gap between the two of you. he removes his hands from his pockets to cup your jaw, thumbs caressing the apple of your cheeks where it had blushed earlier. “does he know that you love me, yn?”

sungchan’s so close you can feel the warmth radiating from him. your heart slams against your ribs but you still don’t move. it’s just sungchan,

it’s jinsu—

——

“oh—oh my god, jinsu,” you fist his hoodie as he slams you against the wall—shocking through your spine, sinking his teeth down into the juncture of your neck. his hands—curious and frantic, explores every inch of your body. hiking and tugging on your top.

“mine,” he mutters against your skin, so hot and possessive before sucking on your skin to leave a mark. your gasp chokes into a whimper, hands twisting into his hoodie as it is the only thing keeping you upright.

“sungchan—”

he groans, deep from his chest. “don’t call me that,” his voice rough with pent-up frustration. his fingers slip under the hem of your top, dragging it up, up, as he bunches the fabric between his fingers. he exposes more of your soft skin to the air, bringing your cloth up to your mouth.

sungchan doesn’t need to tell you anything—you know it yourself what to do. he presses the soft fabric against your lips. it’s humiliating and so, so filthy.

but it’s jinsu,

your lips part to catch the cloth between your teeth, letting out a small whimper of his nickname that only you call him. He watches you with his gaze heavy-lidded with satisfaction. a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

the state of you—you’re not even fully naked yet, biting the fabric down, exposing your clothed chest, your rounded tits sit so obediently behind your bra, cleavage hollow and inviting. sungchan has his knee between your thighs, rubbing it against your clothed heat.

he wastes no time pulling your bra up so that they rest above your tits, nipples hardened slightly from the cool air—sungchan immediately leans down to bury his face in your cleavage, licking at the soft swell, his hands resting on your hips.

you’re too turned on to think about anything, so you pull him closer by his hoodie that he moves from between your cleavage, to wrap his lips around your perky nipple. you let out a soft muffled moan at the feeling of his warm tongue on your sensitive bud. he rolls his tongue—tugs and nibbles on it that you’re sure they’re getting puffier by each passing second. he doesn’t leave the other one unattended as he brings his hand up to fondle and play with it.

he glances up to you—you’re not just biting down the fabric, you’re biting down your bottom lip as well. you feel like your legs could give you out at any moment if it isn’t for his knee supporting you. sungchan pulls away, flickering down on the way your bare chest rises and falls—nipples red and puffy—one has his wet bite mark while the other is being pinched and tugged between his fingers.

“why are you shaking, yn?” he asks, voice low and teasing.

you swallow, shaking your head. you don’t let go of your lip trapped between your teeth. sungchan leans in, his sharp nose brushes against the column of your throat as his other hand slips further down, your skirt hiking up on his wrist.

he slips his hand underneath your baby blue panties, fingers gliding up between your slicked folds. letting out a hum against your skin at the warmth that greets him, he begins to move his fingers up and down, your wetness coating his fingers.

you let out a soft moan as he slips his middle inside of you—like he’s letting you know he’s going to fuck you with his fingers first—then his ring finger. he thrusts both fingers in and out of you, his palm cupping your wet pussy. “you’re so soft, pretty,” he moans between the crook of your neck.

you nod for no reason—not that you’re agreeing with sungchan but… you just nod. because that’s the only thing you can do now besides holding onto his hoodie for dear life. sungchan continues to pump his fingers inside, curling them just right where it hits your sweet, spongy spot.

“jinsu,” you whimper, finally letting go of the shirt. your velvety walls clench around his digits. your breathing rags and uneven, moving your arms up to wrap it around his neck, pulling him close out of pleasure.

you’re chasing the intensity of your orgasm—nuzzling your face onto his shoulder.

“wrap your legs around me.” he murmurs, using his free hand to grip under your thigh, his fingers pressing deep into the soft flesh, urging you to comply. his voice is more like a command than a request.

your body reacts accordingly, legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking behind him. sungchan presses you against the wall, using his weight to keep you caged in while he fingers you, now even deeper with the nonexistent gap between the two of you.

his lips find yours, swallowing your moans with a hungry, desperate kiss after weeks of no contact. you practically left him high and dry. you whimper against his lips, kissing him back. sungchan’s fingers make a scissoring motion inside you, stretching your walls for something bigger and thicker later—something real.

your head jerks up at the invasion, squealing as you let out a rush of liquid over his hand. so much that it drips down on your wooden floor.

sungchan moans into your mouth, glancing down at your trembling thighs and twitching pussy, “‘m not done yet,” he whispers, his fingers slipping out of you, leaving you half-satisfied (wanting more) and achingly empty. his hands find your back to carry you towards your bed, your body is pliant in his hands.

the sheets are cool against your skin as he gently lays you down, his body following. his knees are pressed into the mattress, framing your hips as he settles above you. your thighs hook over his lap, draped over his legs.

sungchan runs his hands over the soft skin of your bare legs—to think that sunwoo was just having this view only fuels his jealousy. you watch as he lifts off his hoodie, exposing his fine, toned, pretty body for your eyes truly.

oh how you want him so bad—your bestfriend of 11 years—it is as if the whole plan to revert back to how things used to be are thrown back at the back of your mind.

you watch as sungchan leans down to take your top off for you, then unbuckles your bra, tossing it away somewhere in the room. his hands travel down from your chest, down to the curve of your waist, and around the waistband of your skirt—pulling it down along your panties.

now you’re laying naked and vulnerable under him.

his breath hitches at the sight better than any painting—and sungchan is sure that heaven couldn’t craft anything more divine than this.

his eyes drink you in, his hands ghost over your skin, fondling your pretty tits and brushing his thumbs over your perky nipples. “you’re…” he trails off, lips parting like he wants to say something but the words get lost somewhere between his thoughts and his throat.

your fingers reach out before you can stop them, cupping the curve of his jaw as you bring him down to your level. sungchan is quiet, but you can hear everything. “jinsu,” you breathe out, pecking his lips. “you’re the first person i let into my home.” you continue, blood creeps over your cheeks.

sungchan frowns—he pulls away to cover his mouth with the back of his hand. you thought you’ve done something wrong when crinkles appear between his brows. sungchan lets out an exhale, dragging his palm down his face. his ears burn red.

before you can ask him why—his hands are on you again, flipping you over. a startled gasp leaves your lips as you land on your stomach, your cheeks pressed against the sheets. his palms press against your waist to hold you in place.

it feels more like a way for him to regain control that he’s lost.

“yn—shut up,” he mutters, but his voice wavers. sungchan tries to mask the flustered tremor in his touch. the visual of him being shy—makes your stomach flutter even more. you hear him unzipping his pants and you want to look back so bad.

sungchan prompts you to shift your position, pulling you towards him and settling you on all fours, your ass end provocatively arched upward. “do you say that to him too?” he breathes out, approaching from behind. you let out a soft whimper, hiding your face in your sheets as you shake your head. his fingers splayed on your asscheek—kneading your soft skin.

“no… no, only you.” you confess, face burning with embarrassment from your words and what he’s doing. sungchan’s adam’s apple bobs, his breath heavy as he spits on your entrance, watching as it trails and runs between your folds, using his index finger to smear and mix it together with your juice.

“...good,” he breathes out as he holds the base of his thick cock—precum leaking from the tip—rubbing the head between your folds before slowly pushing it inside. sungchan watches as he stretches your opening around the size of his erection, your fingers gripping and crumpling the sheets beneath.

you wince, feeling every inch as he pauses halfway to let you adjust. sungchan pushes deeper and by the time he knows it, he’s already full—inches deep buried in your little cunt. “fuuuckkk,” he groans, hands resting on your hips like a guide for him. your cunt’s so warm and inviting.

“you’re so…” you breathe out as he starts to move—thrusting in a slow, but steady rhythm. not too rough nor too slow, just firm, deep strokes that he’s able to feel your inner walls gripping him like a vice. sungchan squeezes your ass, rocking his hips back and forth until his pelvis hits your skin.

he tugs on his bottom lip as he leans down, his chest pressed against your back, the warmth of his skin sinking into yours with his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “oh, fuck, my love,” he moans, nibbling and licking on your ear.

you swallow, sheets absorbing your lewd moanings. you feel the slight tremble in him, his heartbeat pounds through his ribs against you. his fingers press into your hips to steady himself and guide you back and forth onto his throbbing erection.

sungchan exhales, maneuvering one hand to cup your tit, fingers pinching and tugging your sensitive nipple. with fervor, he rolls his hips in short thrusts, slamming and abusing against your cervix. “you make me crazy,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

he moves from your ear, to nuzzle his face into your hair, sniffing the scent of your shampoo mixed with sweat after going out with sunwoo—

sunwoo,

his eyes narrow at the thought of that male, moving his other hand on your hips around your form to your sensitive clit. his fingers rub and dance over your clitoris—sending a jolt and you let out a soft gasp at his sudden roughness. “jinsu—!” you moan, shutting your eyes tightly as he picks up pace in thrusting you with a certain intensity like he’s fucking the breath out of you.

sunwoo’s name sits bitterly on his tongue. he squeezes your tit harder, your flesh in between the gaps of his fingers. “did he fuck you like this, yn?” he mutters, his voice low and rough.

he knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you.

you shake your head, lips parting to reply but words get stuck in your throat. pinching your clitoris, sungchan clamps down on your shoulder, digging his nails into your flesh. “answer me—fuck, answer me.”

you moan his name—telling him to slow down a little as with every thrust, he only makes it harder for you to speak proper sentences. swallowing the lump in your throat, you flutter your eyes open. “n…no… not at all.” you breathe out.

it has only ever been him and his brother who has you in these positions.

the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your puffy pussy reverberates throughout the room that for a second, you’re worried your neighbour might knock. “i fucking love you so much,” sungchan moans, leaving angry lovebites along your shoulder.

heat coils in your stomach, deep and pulsing, and spreading through your limbs like liquid fire. your fingers twisting into the fabric as if it could ground you. your mouth parts in both silence and loud moanings, sensation quickly overwhelms you as he presses his fingertip on your clitories—sending electricity over your frail body.

you can feel almost everything—from the press of his chest against your back, his breath fanning over your nape, the occasional slaps on your asscheeks—the grinding of his hips as he takes long, slow, and deep strokes and slams it back knocking on your womb.

he removes his hand around your tit to slide up your spine, fingers curling around your shoulder as he pulls you up—your back flush against his chest, bodies pressed so close his sweat trails down your back too.

the shift has you gasping, thighs quivering as you kneel together, held up by the firm grip of his arm wrapped around your throat—the other continues pleasuring and playing with your pussy. your head lolls back against his shoulder, lips parting as another wave of pleasure shudders through you—this position has the dexterity to stimulate you differently compared with the previous one.

you spread your thighs wider, his mouth moves from your jaw to your ear, confessing with every peck and kisses. “so good, so tight baby,” his saliva trails down your jaw.

“‘m gonna cum,” sungchan moans as you clutch onto his arm, nails digging in at the overwhelming ecstasy. “can i cum, love?” he asks—though he’s not asking for permission, just courtesy. you nod eagerly, licking your lips. he picks up his pace, chasing his high as his thrusts go slopping, losing his rhythm.

“please—jinsu, please,” you squeal, looking up to the ceiling that you swear it’s filled with stars. sungchan lets out a soft chuckle, turning your head slightly so he can attach his lips against yours. so soft, so intimate, so loving.

that’s all you—sungchan thinks.

your toes curl as the two of you intertwine your tongues together. he doesn’t slow down one bit. “please cum inside of me—? can you—fuck, jinsu, please fill me up,” you plead, and that only seems to rile sungchan even more as he groans into the messy kiss.

upon your request (that he’s going to do anyway), his needy cock twitches inside of you until he bursts his warm, thick cum deep into your cunt, filling you up completely. the ecstatic and sudden rush tips you over the edge when sungchan fondles your clitories—and you squirt for the second time of the night. “oh my god, fuck, yn,” he gasps.

your muscles clench and clamp tightly around sungchan’s throbbing cock as he pumps and coax every last drop of him cum into your greedy cunt. “oh god…” you whimper, closing your eyes as your chest rises and falls in an uneven rhythm.

he only pulls back a moment later after he’s sure he has completely buried everything in you that it leaks out (not before bucking his hips just a little bit more…). wincing as he pulls out, strings of cum dripping down from your hole. he still hasn’t let go of his arm around your throat, your body slumps against him—frail, tired, and spent.

then, sungchan wraps both of his arms around waist and pulls you on his lap, securing your tired body against him. you instantly melt into his hold as he presses you flush against his chest.

“you’re so cute,” he hums, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. he shifts the two of you on the bed—covering your bodies with your blanket. your bedsheet is wet from his cum, mixed sweats, your squirt—every inhale is slow and heavy. you can only let out a small chuckle as you clutch at his forearms. “really?” you ask.

sungchan nods as he leaves soft kisses along your jaw down to your shoulder. “mmhm,” he hums, kneading the flesh on your waist. “you’re always so cute.” he mumbles, using his fingers to slightly turn your head so he can place a soft kiss on it, lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

maybe tomorrow, you’ll think about what this all means—and what will come afterwards. maybe you’ll restart it all tomorrow.

for now, you let yourself stay in his hold.

your phone in your bag buzzes,

seokie: yn! i finished my exams :)

seokie: when can i see my pretty girl?

💭 r u #teamjinsu or #teamseok ... shld i make it a poly ending? teehee thank u for reading <3 sorry that this is more like a filler chapter ;(

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luvyeni · 5 months ago

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( reaction ) riize when you’re ovulating ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ using riize when you’re ovulating ヾ

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request. hear me out ☝ riding Riize and using them like a toy or whatever you want because you're ovulating.....

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 <3 !!!

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ

your ovulation week really puts his dancers' stamina to the test , but he does keep up – ready to be used by you whenever you need him. “again baby?” he smiled as you climbed into his lap. “so-sorry taro , but i need you.” the feeling of your warm cunt suffocating his cock. “fuck , don’t worry baby , take what you want love.” lets you move on your own pace , just sitting back , toying with your sensitive nipples. “fuck baby you feel good?” he was smiling as you used him , he loved this. “so sensitive baby , you gonna cum again?” you nodded , legs tired as you came , but that didn’t stop you. “taro , need you.” he sprung into action , wrapping his arms around your waist fucking up into you. “fuck taro im gonna cum.” it’s not about if he cums when you’re ovulating it’s about calming you down for a while , and if that means letting you use him to cum then he’s down forsure.

“that’s it baby , i know you want to cum again , cum for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ

the only time he’ll let you do what you want — but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t have control of the situation. “slow down now.” he commanded , you whined , your clit grinding against his pelvis. “fuck , I said slow down.” he slapped your ass. “seok please.” you whined , holding his shoulders. “listen here.” he grabbed your cheeks, you finally slowed down. “just because you’re ovulating doesn’t mean you can act like a disobedient slut.” he let your face go. “o-okay.” you moaned , he tapped your ass. “good , now keep going.” you resumed bouncing on his cock , his tip kissing your cervix. “yeah fuck just like that.”

“that’s it keep bouncing on my dick like a good girl and i’ll let you cum as much as you want.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ

he loves this, he wants you to do this, use his cock, milk him for all that he has and then more. sex when you’re ovulating is the best sex in his eyes ( even tho it doesn’t matter ) it last for hours and almost every day … he’s in heaven. “oh fuck you’re killing me baby.” he chuckled , his head sticking to his forehead due to swear as you sunk down in his cock for like the 5th time , already full of his past loads. “fu-fuck im gonna shoot blanks if you keep going.” your sweet cunt clenching around him. “we-we can stop.” he slapped your ass making you yelp. “did I ask you to fucking stop?” so you didn’t you actually sped up. “yes fuuuuck.” his hand coming back down to your ass again. “that’s it.”

“keep going , use my fucking cock.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ

now this little fucker is a tease, he knows you’re hornier than normal because you’re ovulating, but he just can’t help but tease you. “no don’t move yet.” you whimpered out. “stop it.” he had been holding you down on his cock, feeling him twitching inside of you. “i need to fuck you.” you moved your hips against his wishes , he chuckled at your neediness. “need to fuck me?” he groaned watching your precious cunt suck him in. “so slutty baby.” he said , slapping your ass as you bounced on him, legs slap against his. “using my cock , fuck , humping me like a bunny in heat.” you moaned. “is that what you are? a slutty bunny wanting to use my cock to get off?” you nodded , “yes , please fuck!” he slapped your ass , signaling you speed up.

“then speed up slut, ride my cock like you mean it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan ﹚ .ᐟ

wants to treat you like a princess when you’re ovulating; but knows you like to take control when you’re ovulating so he lets you — at least that’s what you think. “baby slow down.” he said softly, holding your waist. “i'm not going anywhere princess.” you whined as you held his shoulders, his cock stretching you out just how you wanted him too. “just want to fuck you.” he chuckled, kissing your bust tenderly , you nipples sensitive. “you feel good, baby.” he said , he’d hold off on cumming simply so you could continue. “fuck hannie im gonna cum.” he let you cum , but you kept going. “fu-fuck baby.” he groaned. “hannie im gonna cum again.” you were insatiable but he knew you’d calm down eventually. “go a head princess.”

“cum all you want.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ

sohee ears and his cock stands up the moment you randomly told him that you were ovulating. “lay down.” you told him, and he obey — because why wouldn’t he? you unbuckled his pants, ridding them of his bottoms along with your bottoms. “so pretty baby.” he groaned as you stroked his cock, sinking down on him. “oh fuck use me baby.” you began to move you hips , bouncing on his length. he was more of a mess than you were , you were using his cock as your own personal toy , you had been at it for about an hour and you didn’t seem to have any plans on stopping any time soon. “oh fuck baby.” he whined , throwing head back in pleasure. “fuck.”

“just keep using my cock , keep making yourself cum on me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton ﹚ .ᐟ

gives you exactly what you want , no fighting. he just lays back and allows you to do what you want to do. “o-oh fuck.” he moaned. “fuck baby this feels so good.” your hand was wrapped around his neck lightly not choking him as you rode his cock. both of you were lowkey fucking each other out , this always happened when you were ovulating and he loved it. he’s a dom , but he loves when you take what you want from him. “wait baby fuck.” he moaned , the room was hot , and both of you were sweaty — and anton was spent, you had milked him dry , but you weren’t letting up. “fuck baby i don’t think i can cum again.” you whimpered , still needing his cock even if you were already stuffed full of him. “pl-please one more , just one more.” you moaned. “fuck im gonna cum.” he was sure he was gonna start shooting blanks soon , but he allowed you to keep going.

“fuck baby keep going if you want.”

©️LUVYENI

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99woez · 10 months ago

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don't talk about it ᰔᩚ j.sc

warnings. smut, best friend!sungchan, roommate!sungchan, arguing, it's a dumb argument but you are fighting this man, physical fighting, just shoving nothing crazy but a physical altercation starts this all, unprotected sex, hair pulling, some angst? idk if i missed something let me know! i also did not proofread this because i got out 5k words in one night which is crazy for me. anyways, enjoy!

wc. 5k

summary. your best friend embarrasses you in front of your campus crush. so, of course, you decide to fight with him in the living room and learn some interesting things about him in the process.

Sungchan had always been stupidly large, in your opinion.

He was so large that you couldn’t resist the urge to playfully test his strength, curious to see how his fit frame would react to your playful jabs or if he would sway with a gentle nudge. He would playfully push you back, never with full force, but these light-hearted scuffles became a regular part of your friendship. It was a source of joy, a shared silliness, it meant everything.

Except for the times it did.

“You’re so stupid sometimes, oh my god!” You shouted at your so-called “best friend,” shoving hard into his chest. This shove wasn’t like the ones you usually gave him. This one was harsh and mean. There was not a semblance of anything alluding to happiness on your face as you looked up at Sungchan with knitted brows and parted lips, shoving hard into his firm chest once again, this time with a shout of frustration.

If we’re being honest, you two have been drinking. It’s not like you’re shitfaced and neither is he, but the alcohol is just enough to make the world blurry at the edges and your words harsher than you typically allow them to be. His chest, solid as a boulder beneath your pushing palms, doesn't yield like it usually would during your fond roughhousing. He stands firm, his expression teetering between annoyance and worry.

"Stop it," he gruffly says, grabbing your wrists mid-shove. Just like that, the playful laughter that usually echoes between you two gets choked in the tension-filled silence. You try to yank your hands-free, but his grip is firm yet gentle. He was never rough with you, even when the fights turned serious like this. It was a rarity for things to turn nasty, but sometimes Sungchan was so oblivious you couldn’t stop yourself from lashing out at him, especially with a few mixed drinks in your system.

“Let go,” You snapped. Sungchan leans in with a tilt of his head, letting out a “Hm?” as he does so, challenging you.

“Chill out first.” That did the exact opposite of chill you out. You hated it when he took that tone of voice with you, as if you were some child that needed to be put into a timeout.

There were many things you loved about Sungchan: His kindness, his dedication to anything he sets his mind to, his eyes, you loved a lot about Sungchan, but there were many things you couldn’t stand about him. He was oblivious to the simplest of social cues, he got loud when he was drunk, and the way he comforted people was an absolute joke. If you hadn’t known him for more than half your life and shared an apartment with him, you would’ve ditched him when you two graduated high school.

But you didn’t. Now, you’re stuck with a big, dumb roommate who loves telling the men you like that you like them. God, Wonbin was never going to talk to you again after the scene Sungchan caused trying to get him to give you his number. You still can feel the embarrassment hot in your veins, making you lurch forward and finally give his chest a shove that makes him stumble a few steps.

“I won’t chill out! I won’t! What you did was fucking rude!” You yelled, pointing a finger in his face to punctuate your words and get your point across. Sungchan scoffed, turning his head away from you, but you could see his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, making the skin push out slightly. It was a habit of his you had noticed when you two went to parties together in college. It’s what he does when he’s annoyed and holding himself back, beating someone’s ass. It’s a rare occasion for Sungchan to beat someone’s ass, but when it did happen, it was always deserved. Typically, it would be a drunk guy who wanted to buck up to the biggest guy at the party, a one-sided battle of masculinity that Sungchan always won, no matter who came up to him. You’ve only seen Sungchan throw a punch twice in your entire friendship.

Once, when you were in high school, and the last time was at a party during your junior year of college when a man put his hands on you despite you telling him to fuck off. The other times, he had simply told you about when you’d see him in the kitchen with littered bruises on his body. You think about that night more often than you’d like to admit. Sungchan didn’t hesitate to throw a punch for you, knocking the man clean out by the time he was done with him. It lit a fire in you that you’re not proud to admit. There was just something in his eyes that rubbed your brain right. You would never admit it, but were desperate to see that look again. You wanted to see him angry, to watch him lose control no matter how fucked up it sounds.

“Get your hand out of my face,” Sungchan told you firmly, looking you in the eyes to get his point across, but you weren’t deterred. You step closer to him, finger still in his face.

“No. Not until you apologize. Admit it was rude. You were rude.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude,” Sungchan argues, swatting your hand down when you don’t move it from his face. You bring it back up without a care of the consequences, resulting in a game of him swatting your hand down every time you bring it up.

You two look stupid. Thank God this is in the privacy of your living room.

“You had no right-”

“You were never going to talk to him if I didn’t! You’re a chicken-”

“I’m not a fucking chicken––Oh my god, don’t call me a bird.”

“You’re such a fucking chicken, dude. Do you remember how long it took you to even talk to Shotaro? Months. ‘Took you months to even say hi to him, and that’s because-”

“Shut up.”

“That’s because I had to step it! I was the one to get you to talk to him!” Sungchan continued with a shit-eating grin, voice picking up volume as he leaned down to get closer to you as if you couldn’t hear him clear enough, pointing to himself like he had won some kind of award. Your already flushed cheeks begin to heat up when you remember the Shotaro incident of 2022. He always brought up Shotaro, and even if it was just to pick on you playfully, it still struck a nerve. You were more shy than Sungchan ever was, always letting him start the conversations or introduce you to new people. Half of your friends are Sungchan’s friends; half of the people you’ve dated are because Sungchan knew them first. Every connection in your life could be traced back to Sungchan, which drove you insane.

“Now, you want to talk all this shit because you got embarrassed I had to step in again and help you get some dick,” Sungchan pressed, his grin turning into a smirk as he nodded at his words, feeling them in his being because they’re true. You stared at him with contempt, teeth grinding as your fists balled up tightly. “You should be thanking me. You’re so ungrateful for everything-”

You lunged at him. You swear you don’t have control of your body when you do it, you just throw your entire weight into his chest and hope for the best. Sungchan let out an “Oof!” sound when you collided with him, staggering back and hitting the ground with you on top of him. You act as if you two are playfully wrestling, but none of your movements have an ounce of playfulness in them. You straddled his hips firmly as you shoved at his hands harshly to get them away from grabbing you. You knew once he got his hands on you, it was over. He’d flip you two over, and it’d be done. You couldn’t let him win this. You couldn’t do it. You had to prove it to him.

You don’t know what it was, but you had to prove it.

You grab his hair tightly, jerking his head off the carpet to distract him, tugging hard on the brown locks. Sungchan lets out a yelp that sounds pathetic. His eyes squeezed shut as his large hands wrapped around your wrist to try and pull you off of him.

“Not fair-” He started. You shake his head, eliciting another yelp from him.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” You spat at him, shaking him again. His face contorted in pain and confusion, groaning softly as he did what you told him for once. You couldn’t believe he actually listened. Truthfully, you didn’t think you’d get this far. You’re not exactly sure what to do next. So, you shake his head again, making him hiss when you tugged harder on his locks. “Can’t fucking stand you, you know that? You’re such a jerk sometimes. Just big, stupid, and taking up space.” You shake his head around with every word, watching him drop his hands and put them up in front of him in faux surrender, but he doesn’t say anything. He only whined and grunted when you pulled on his hair harder than usual.

You waited for him to spit something back at you, to call you a coward, to say you needed him, but nothing but pants left his plush lips. You furrow your brows in confusion at his silence. Sungchan was never quiet. You shake him again.

“Hello? Say something!” You shake his head again, this time back and forth. You won’t lie. It was fun to have him like this. He acted like some kind of puppet that you were the master of, pulling him around in whichever direction you wanted him to go in, and he just took it. Sungchan sighed in defeat, keeping his eyes shut tightly.

“My dick just twitched.”

Oh.

“Excuse me?” You couldn’t think of anything else to say. Your hands, which had been roughly pulling at Sungchan's hair, suddenly freeze. Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze down at him, cocking a brow at him. His face is flushed a deep crimson, though whether from embarrassment or something else, you can't tell.

"I said," he starts again, much slower this time, swallowing hard, "My... my dick just twitched."

You blink at his repeated confession, not expecting him to repeat the words. There’s a tension growing between the two of you that you’ve never felt before, making your throat dry as you stare at Sungchan’s embarrassed face, watching his chest rise and fall as he pants beneath you. Flashes of what he’d look like without his shirt flash in your brain, wondering what sounds he’d make as you sink down on him, how his eyes would look, how the muscles would ripple under his––Jesus Christ, get it together, girl. You remind yourself, clearing your throat down at him.

“Like…Seriously?” Sungchan nods at your dry words, opening his eyes slowly to look up at you. A switch in your brain is flipped when you see his big brown eyes. He looks utterly pathetic like this, hair in your hand revealing his forehead, eyes pleading for something silent, and lips in a perfect soft pout. You wanted to take his picture like the actual definition of pitiful.

You chuckle at him, shaking him again and tugging his hair hard to see if it really did anything for him. He whines again, shutting his eyes as his hands lurch towards your hips, holding tightly with a sharp breath through his teeth. You smirk at his reaction, raising your brows in slight shock it was this easy to get him going. Maybe it was the alcohol, you think. You’ve seen Sungchan shove his tongue down girls’ throats just mere minutes after he met them, but this is you. You’re his best friend, his roommate, the girl who beat his ass for talking to her crush for her. You know you’re pretty, and Sungchan is just a man, but you’re still caught off guard by it all.

Your palm still cradled his scalp, thumb lazily tracing small circles at the base of his hairline. Sungchan’s hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into your flesh just a bit more than necessary and causing a shiver to wind its way up your spine.

Without thinking, you leaned forward and claimed Sungchan's lips in a rough, desperate kiss. His taste was different than any guy you've ever kissed - salty with a hint of beer and lime from the drink he had tonight. You wrapped your hand tightly around the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your other hand found its way under his shirt to feel his warm skin. You didn't let up when he moaned into your mouth, feeling your touch while he tentatively kissed you back. Your anger turned into desperation quickly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully now. His lips were soft and plush against yours as they parted slightly to let you in further. You moaned the moment your tongues slid together, digging your nails into his toned chest as he pressed in further, sucking softly on the slick muscle in your mouth.

Sungchan's hands moved up your body, gripping your waist and still pulling you closer. The fabric of your shirt scratching against his rough palms made you shiver with anticipation for more contact. You grind down on him out of instinct, feeling the bulge in his pants grow as he groans against your mouth, wanting more from both of you. His scent filled your senses - a mix of sweat and cologne and something uniquely Sungchan that made you want more.

The sound of his rhythmic grunts filled the room, a mix of desire and surprise in every breath he took. His fingers dug into your skin through your shirt, and you moaned into his mouth once more. Your breath hitched when he bit down on your lower lip gently, making you gasp and whimper into the kiss before breaking it, desperate for air. You gasp softly when you part, watching with hazy eyes as he pants as well, lips slick with spit and typically wide eyes heavy with lust.

You tug at his shirt, nodding before he has any time to say something that will kill the mood.

“Take it off.”

And he listens like a dog, pushing himself up and pulling his white T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you flush against him. There are no thoughts in your head right now, only Sungchan, touching Sungchan, kissing Sungchan, fucking Sungchan––Holy shit, you were totally going to fuck Sungchan. That hits you harder than you thought it would. You’ve thought about it before. How could you not? He’s beautiful, kind, and built like a God. Of course, you thought about fucking Sungchan. It was nothing like this, however. Typically, you thought of him having your face pressed into the mattress, back arched, and fucking you from behind like he was getting paid. You would’ve never guessed you’d be on top, but it’s not like you can’t get into it for Sungchan. You’d do anything for Sungchan.

"Are you sure?" Sungchan whispers against the skin of your neck, his hands finding your hips again to steady you against him, his bare chest warm and firm. You're taken aback for a moment, not expecting the question. But then you realize that he’s always been considerate, even when he’s on the verge of losing control.

"Yeah," you say firmly, the word slipping out without thought and causing heat to flare in Sungchan's eyes.

Without hesitation, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head swiftly. The cool air hits your skin, making goosebumps spread across your chest and arms. Sungchan's eyes widen as he takes you in, his gaze making you feel exposed and powerful. You struggle to pull your jeans off, having to crawl off of him to kick them off in haste. You hate how desperate you look but can’t bring yourself to care. Sungchan rolls on his side when you crawl off of him, lingering towards you like a lost puppy. His eyes watch as more of your skin is revealed to him, letting out a groan when he sees the smooth skin of your thighs.

Before you have the chance to climb back on top of him, he leans in, kissing the side of your thigh with a moan. You let out a gasp in shock but watched him with parted lips, threading your hands through his hair again as he dragged his lips all over the expanse of your thigh, leaving a trail of glistening spit as he did. He grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him roughly, making you fall back onto the carpet with another gasp. You don’t argue for once; you are too invested in what Sungchan will do next, even if you care.

His lips pepper kisses across the inside of your thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with deep breaths as he inched closer and closer to your core.

He licks his lips as he hooks a long finger in your underwear, pulling them to the side. A moan leaves his lips when he sees your pussy for the first time, looking down at it like he’s looking at a coveted piece of art. You watch him closely, ears turning pink as he lifts two fingers to his lips, licking the tips of them before bringing them down between your legs to rub circles into your clit. His gaze stays on your cunt, watching how the pretty pink flesh moves beneath his fingers, biting his bottom lip when he hears you let out a whine, seeing your thighs tremble at just the slightest touch. Finally, his dark gaze lifts to meet yours.

With his eyes trained on yours, he presses a long finger inside you. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes flutter shut, gripping the carpet with one hand while the other dug into your side, biting your bottom lip as he pressed another finger inside. You moan this time, feeling your walls begin to stretch for him. You hear him groan quietly, making your eyes open. You’re immediately met with his gaze that never left your face. He looks like he’s in a trance, staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You can’t tell how it makes you feel, but you feel hot, like you’re boiling from the inside out. It aches, but it’s so intoxicating that you want more of it.

You whimper at how his fingers slickly slide out, then back in, watching him get lost in the sight of your reactions. You’re so wet for him. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you got so quickly. You swallow thickly as your chest rises and falls with each pant. His eyes stay on your face as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you shiver with a choked-out moan. His free hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back slightly, forcing your lips apart to look deeply into your eyes as he watches you crumble under him.

Feeling emboldened, Sungchan takes his fingers out of you slowly, letting out a long moan when they leave you empty. He lays a line of sweet pecks against your inner thighs, leaving tiny bites and nips on the soft flesh until he reaches the hem of his boxers. With a breathy "Fuck," he tugs them down enough to reveal his hard cock pressing against the fabric. You gulp as it springs from its confines, averting your eyes momentarily before snapping them back up to challenge his gaze. His thick length twitches with anticipation before he guides it towards you, slick with pre-cum leaking from the tip. Your heart stops for a beat before racing wildly in your chest again.

"Wrap your legs around me," Sungchan orders softly, not breaking eye contact even when you hesitate for a second before obeying. He grunts when he feels your folds pressing against his cock, pushing inside without a moment’s hesitation. He slides in so easily, groaning at how smooth the glide inside you is. He sounds as beautiful as he looks, making you moan as well. The way his cock splits your walls apart for him is delicious, to say the least, as a euphoria fills your veins as your walls spasm around him with another moan, this one airier than the one before.

“Fuck,” Sungchan curses, fingers digging into the carpet next to your head as he looks down at where your bodies were connected before back at your face. You two lock eyes again, making your heart hammer in your chest harder than before. Still, you meet his gaze with a quiet whimper, hands wrapping around his strong biceps as you bat your lashes at him.

“Feels good, Sungie?” You ask in a too-sweet voice. You rarely whip out for him unless you ask for a favor, like getting something off the top shelf or making him finish your short answer response questions because you don’t want to. Sungchan would do anything for you, and you’d do anything for Sungchan. He takes a deep breath at your tone, lips curling into a smirk before he bites his bottom lip, nodding.

Then, his hips roll into yours.

Sungchan's thick cock feels even better than you could have ever imagined, stretching you wide and fulfilling you completely. His hips roll into yours slowly, making you moan and whine beneath him with each gentle thrust. The way he fills you up is mind-numbing, his smirk turning into a grimace as he leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

Your walls clamp down on him at the contact, purposely trying to get more friction between the two of you. Sungchan groans against your lips, slipping his hands under your back and lifting you up onto his lap effortlessly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling his hard chest pressed against yours. Your heart pounds in your chest as he starts to fuck you properly now, eyes closing at the sensation that washes over you. You swear you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, but you convince yourself you’re just dreaming it.

You feel every inch of him inside of you, making your walls tighten around him with every snap of his hips into yours. A tiny sob leaves your lips when he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You dig your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, jaw-dropping and eyes rolling back at how your body moves like a rag doll and at how sharply his hips snap up into you. He groans into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before sucking softly to soothe it with his tongue. You can't help but shudder in his lap; this feels so good that it hurts. His hands hold you in place, one on your waist and the other cradling the back of your head as he takes rough control of the kiss again, teeth scraping against soft skin with every thrust. He pants against your lips, moaning your name softly and how good you make him feel. It's all too much for you; all too real with Sungchan, yet so not real. You’re fucking your roommate on your living room floor––You’re fucking your best friend on your living room floor.

Your hands find their way into his hair again, holding onto him tightly as he continues to fuck into you like your his, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. You mewl at the feeling, arching your back into his chest as he hits that sweet spot inside you once more. You could feel the warmth spreading through your veins, making you dizzy with need. The room spins around you as he thrusts harder, faster, deeper into your already aching pussy. His moans mix with yours, their tongues meeting in a messy kiss that speaks volumes about how much you both want this.

Your legs quiver as he takes control of the situation, fingers digging into your skin softly before trailing up to caress your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. You let out a strangled cry when he pinches at one of your nipples roughly, making you moan into his mouth even more, looking down to watch him work with a breath through your teeth. Your hands' card through the hair on the back of his head, eyes shutting to focus solely on the pleasure coursing through your veins with every drag of Sungchan’s cock against your walls.

"Sun-Sungchan," you whimper. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears. Your body is sweaty and flushed, a beautiful sight for him to feast his eyes upon. He growls lowly when he finally meets your gaze again, heat pooling in your lower belly at the raw desire he displays.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. ‘Should’ve fucked you soon, hm?” Sungchan groans, his voice creased with effort as he continues to pound into you. You can’t help but respond with a needy whimper, skin burning under his touch as you nod your head dumbly. You feel him everywhere, and it's overwhelming - the way he’s stretched you wide open, the way he feels pushing deep inside of you, the way his hands are holding you in place as if afraid that you'll slip away from underneath him.

Your heart beats furiously against your chest, matching rhythm with the throbbing ache between your legs. You're close, too close, but not quite there yet. Sungchan seems to sense your growing desperation, the flash of triumph in his eyes telling you he knows exactly what he's doing to you. He reaches down and begins rubbing slow circles on your clit again, thumb pressing against the sensitive nub just enough to make you cry out in pleasure.

“You gonna cum for me?” He whispers against your throat, teeth dipping into your soft flesh, causing a sharp gasp from your lips. You nod frantically in response, words failing you as white-hot pleasure courses through your veins. He laughs softly - a dark chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.

The way you melt against him is intoxicating. He grunts, unable to think straight as he feels his own orgasm building up. His hips move even faster, his cock sliding in and out of your welcoming heat with each thrust. He groans against your skin, panting heavily as he fucks you like it’s his last dying will, wet sounds filling the room that mixes with your pants and moans. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sounds you’re making, cheeks growing more read because of it. Sex is so embarrassing sometimes.

He pulls away from your neck just a little to look into your eyes, panting heavily as they roll back in pleasure. Sungchan's lips curl into a smirk at seeing how lost you get. Your walls tighten around his cock once again as you cum around him, making Sungchan's eyes roll back into his head and tilt his head back with a melodic groan that has you moaning as well. You feel him tremble beneath you as he finally cums inside of you, making you smirk softly as your hands run up and down his back.

You throw your head back and cry out his name, orgasm hitting you hard and fast like a freight train. He watches as you finally hit your peak, jaw-dropping at how gorgeous you look when you feel good. Your walls clamp down around him, and your muscles spasm in ecstasy; even through the haze of pleasure, you feel every drop of his cum spilling into you, the heat of it searing into your core. Your body convulses and shivers under the onslaught of pleasure, your voice breaking on Sungchan's name.

Sungchan stays still for a moment longer, his cock still buried deep inside of you. His chest heaves against yours, ragged gasps filling the space between your sated bodies. He blinks slowly, his gaze holding yours captive as he pants out your name. You take his face into his hands with a deep breath, leaning in and kissing his lips without a second though. He moans into the kiss, holding your wrists gently as he does so.

You both stay like that for a while. Bodies joined together in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your gasping breaths and the rapid beat of your heart pounding in sync. Cautiously, Sungchan pulls out of you gently, making your pussy squeeze around nothing instinctively at the loss, a soft whimper leaving your lips.

He rolls off to one side, pulling you with him so that you're tucked against his side. His arm wraps around you and keeps you close to him, fingers dancing along your sweaty skin lightly. Neither of you speak for long moments, too wrapped up in trying to regain control of your breathing and coming down from your highs even to fathom thinking of words right now.

Eventually, though, Sungchan breaks the silence with a soft whisper, "You okay?"

Your lips twitch into a tired smile against his chest, pressing a small kiss there before nodding. "Yeah," you huff out after a moment, "That was…"

"Crazy," he finishes for you, making you shut your eyes with a laugh, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah…That was crazy,” You whisper, moving your head to rest on his chest to soak up more of his warmth. Your cheek squishes against his chest as you lay there, looking down at his spent cock resting against his thigh. It hits you that you’re both naked and just had sex on your living room floor. This calls for a conversation at the least but you can’t drag yourself to start it, completely spent from what just occurred.

So, instead, you close your eyes.

You’ll deal with it in the morning.

#sungchan smut #jung sungchan smut #riize smut #riize scenarios #sungchan hard hours #riize hard hours #sungchan x reader #99woez #riize imagines #riize x reader

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evnseokz · 6 months ago

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{ ✎ accidentally sending you a nude - riize }

pairing: riize x reader

warnings: suggestive content, mostly just silliness, mentions of nudes, and dicks, mention of trump due to tiktok reference (link here), gypsy rose reference too (sorry yall 😭😭)

authors note: first time ever doing one of these so i hope i did okay 😭 tried to make it super silly so i hope you guys enjoy!!

MINORS DNI

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melobin · 7 months ago

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cockwarming with riize ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

minors dni. @cupidslovearrows hehe enjoy <3

shotaro

shotaro can handle cockwarming, but he doesn’t necessarily like it. he has to be in the mood for it and the majority of the time he isn’t. he likes to be able to move when he’s inside of you, wants to be able to fuck you instead of sitting still. there are the rare occasions he likes it and those tend to be after sex, especially when he’s had a more tiring, draining day. the thought of curling up with you, fucking you slowly whilst making out and then falling asleep being stuffed inside of you is a dream to him. plus, you both wake up needing one another again after so the thinks that’s an added bonus. if you tried to tease him with it, he’d entertain you for a while. letting you play with him until he cannot do it anymore, wouldn’t be afraid to beg quietly in your ear, sweet talking you in a whiny voice about how good you feel when you’re sucking in his cock and how hard you make him cum. knows exactly what to say to you to get you to ride him the way he wants.

eunseok

eunseok would be horrible, to you at least. he has the self restraint to sit with you on his cock for hours, and he’ll do so until you break and beg for him to fuck too. cockwarming isn’t a gentle nor comforting thing with eunseok, it’s borderline a punishment. he just wants to see how long you can last with him stuffed inside of you, stilled. it doesn’t stop when you beg for him to fuck you either, he won’t touch you properly until he’s taunted you. needs to tease you about being so desperate that you have to beg for him to fuck you, so cock hungry that all you can think about is being used by him and filled with him cum. makes sure to say it all lowly in your ear whilst holding you down on his cock, maybe sneaking a hand down to rub slow circles on your clit whilst he does so. makes you fuck yourself on his cock after since you were so needy for it.

sungchan

sungchan cannot handle it at all. he tries, he really does try, but he can’t. whether it’s before or after sex, just the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around his cock turns him on far too much for him to be able to simply just sit still. if it’s you teasing him, he ends up whining into your neck about how and he needs you to move, needs to feel you fucking yourself on his cock more than anything and he wouldn’t be afraid of begging for it. whines when you tease him about not being able to last too, he’s too sensitive about it. if it’s him teasing you, it won’t last more than thirty seconds even if he’s trying his hardest. he’s just so obsessed with how you feel wrapped around him that he needs to fuck you, ends up fucking you with his head buried in your neck and his fingers gripping the sheets beside your head. usually ends up cumming more than one during those nights too.

wonbin

wonbin is a hit or miss, mainly a miss. whilst he can last, he cannot last long. he tries his hardest but he fails, his will power is not strong enough to deal with you being still whilst hugging his cock. it gets worse if you move at all, any sudden movement has his hands digging into your waist and his heart rate picking up. he’d be letting out shaky breaths whilst he tries to calm himself down but ultimately it fails, would end up fucking you on his cock whilst basking in the way your cunt sobs around his cock. those would be the nights where he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from completely ruining you, just needs to hear you crying out again and again about how good he makes you. if you were to cockwarm him, then he’d be a complete wreck. any form of eye contact would ruin him, if you kissed him then he’d end up whimpering into the kiss, begging quietly with little pleads for you to do something, anything. gets so sweet and thankful when you do, whimpering about how good you feel whilst you milk him with your cunt.

seunghan

seunghan actually adores cockwarming, it’s one of his favourite things to do with you. he’s quite good at separating cockwarming from sex and he often sees it as an act of comfort rather than an act of pleasure or teasing. he just thinks there’s nothing more comforting than laying with you, being able to feel each and every inch of you, inside and out. wants your bare body pressed against his, with your hands on his skin and his cock pressed deep inside of you. despite the comfort of it, he does find it incredibly endearing if you do end up getting needy from it and he’s always happy to fuck you. thrusting slowly up into you whilst keeping you pressed against him and whispering sweet things to you. he’ll want to continue cockwarming after you’ve had sex, just can’t bare to not feel you wrapped around him.

sohee

sohee is a wreck from start to finish. to him, cockwarming is a punishment he absolutely doesn’t want to receive. he likes to think he’s a well mannered, put together man but cockwarming changes all of that. he just can’t do it, the moment he sinks into your heat all he wants to do is pull out and sink back in over and over again, the idea of pushing into you and not moving bothers him deeply. he’s tried it with you before, purely out of curiosity, and he hated it. he blames you, your cunt is just far too tempting for him to be able to keep still when inside of you. it’s just so wet and warm and inviting that he needs to be able to fuck you as soon as he’s pushing into you and he just cannot stay still. his impatience is endearing in a way, especially because of how flushed and pouty he gets when you don’t move.

anton

anton actually has a lot of self restraint and will power, years of swimming taught him how to control his body and it’s incredibly useful in all situations. however, being stuffed inside your cunt and being unable to move is not one of them. cockwarming came about because you wanted to play a game to see who could go the longest without moving and anton wanted to entertain you, he also really wanted to win, he just underestimated his ability to be able to hold himself back when it comes to you. hint, he lost. he did find there to be some aspects of comfort and a lot of warmth with it, but he feeling of his cock throbbing with your walls tightly hugging him overpowered the comfort a lot and made it almost painful for him. if he’s hard to the point it hurts, then he knows he needs to fuck you and that’s how he ended up during cockwarming.

#✧ hard hours ✧#✧ melody posts #riize smut #shotaro smut #eunseok smut #sungchan smut #anton smut #seunghan smut #sohee smut #wonbin smut

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seatangerines · 2 months ago

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writer’s block so bad i’m just gonna drop rii7e links for the meantime :]]] nsft, mdni!!!!! fem!reader

shotaro

- giving you back shots because you worked hard. he thought you deserved it before ending the night.

- morning sex as your breakfast to start your day.

eunseok

- you swore you were only gonna do one round but hey!! things happen. now it’s a messy night.

- fucking yourself on his cock as a way to punish you.

sungchan

- you and sungchan’s favorite thing in the world: giving him a handjob!

- heavily inspired by his famous back photo if u get what i mean

wonbin

- you bouncing off from his dick might be his favorite because he also gets to see your breasts jiggle.

- he’s a big fan of vanilla sex ok!!! he’s an intimate person and he loves cherishing every bit of it.

seunghan

- that grey sweatpants did wonders on me i cannot stop thinking about it if we’re being honest

- loves to see his girl overstimulated. he would only cum if he sees you shaking

sohee

- he also loves handjobs + when you play with his balls = heaven!!!

- that time when you sucked him while he’s playing so he rewarded you with a fuck after when you also started playing.

anton

- he need his hands all over your body any chance he gets or he would explode.

- heading straight to your hotel room to eat you out after a concert.

yay !!! finally finished them :P i actually gave up on this one because the links keeps fucking up but they’re working well now (hopefully!!!)

#riize link 🔗#riize hard hours #riize hard thoughts #riize imagines #riize smut #shotaro smut #eunseok smut #sungchan smut #wonbin smut #seunghan smut #sohee smut #anton smut

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antoncore · 8 months ago

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Drop links bae I need some new nsfw links

i’m sorry this took ages…

shotaro would always fuck you from behind. he loves being rough with you, seeing how your ass bounces with every thrust of his cock. would also be spanking your ass constantly just to see how red it got. you’d be bent over the bed for hours, until he didn’t want to use you anymore.

eunseok taking you to every place you’ve ever dreamed of just to fuck you in your hotel room. he’s thrusting into you slowly from behind with his hand wrapped around your neck. you were both bound to make a mess all over the sheets but who cares? you weren’t going to be cleaning it anyway.

you loved being sungchan’s passenger princess whether it was a midnight drive or going shopping. after a long day of shopping with him buying you whatever you want, you were so eager to thank him by sucking him off before you started your journey back home.

wonbin loves nights where you’re both relieving each other’s stress. he loves the way your hands move on his cock, rubbing it against your tit as you make out. he matches your pace as he fingers you, eliciting the prettiest of sounds from your mouth.

when he got home from work, seunghan was always taking his stress out on you. it was such a common occurrence that you’d be on the bed waiting for him. he loves taking you from behind, being able to slap and grab your ass. and of course he’d make you do some of the work too.

sohee is constantly so pussy drunk, it’s all he can think about :( he’d even do it when you were trying to get ready to go out, having you in front of the window, not giving a fuck who sees him devouring your pussy completely.

cumming inside you is anton’s favourite thing. he was addicted to how his cum overflowed your cunt, watching it spill out so prettily. while it was a bit too soon for the two of you, he hoped that someday he would be filling you up with his baby.

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tokiiwonz · 9 months ago

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riize as twitter links (nsfw) !!

a/n: i loved writing this :( also ot7!riize. if the links ain't working, try logging in ur account, that said be mindful, strictly dni to minors

shotaro

shotaro is obsessed with having you on his lap while giving him the ride of his life; the way you rock your body against his, take him as deep as you can as he kneads your ass are the things that could keep him hard for hours. there's nothing more perfect for taro than seeing your face and holding your waist while having him fully sheathed inside you.

sometimes, shotaro is just too caught up with the heat to take your clothes off before fucking you; he doesn't mind any of that, in fact, he's quite into the use of clothes, especially his neckties and belts, as some type of bondage just to assert his dominance.

eunseok

similar to shotaro, eunseok lives for the sight of you on top riding him. he easily gets weak on his knees y'know :((( you're just too pretty for him to even fuck you properly in a missionary, so as much as he could, he just lets you ride him for as long as you want.

eunseok is a romantic and there's not a time where he passed on an opportunity for a soft & gentle fuck sesh. physical touch is his love language after all, and the best way he displays it is by having his cock deep inside you as he makes your toes curl in pleasure <//3

sungchan

sungchan just wanted to stay at riize's dorm with his you, but he's had enough of you flirting so much with his members, so he decided to fuck you next to a thin wall so everyone could hear how much of a slut you are for him

it's not often for sungchan to get sexually frustrated easily considering the amount of head you give him on a daily basis, but every once in a while, he loves fucking you rough and harsh—it’s not everyday he gets to have his dick inside you, so if given a chance, he never misses to take the chance to wife his boyfriend up >.<

sungchan loves casually sending you his dick when he's horny, and he'd rather do that instead of telling you directly that he needs a head.

wonbin

if there's one thing wonbin is obsessed with, it's him having his hands all over your body while thrusting deep inside you. wonbin's schedule doesn't align much with yours, so he makes sure he takes his time making you feel good even in the bathtub whenever he gets the chance to touch you.

carrying you by your legs as he fucks you might be wonbin's favorite position, he just makes you submit easily with that y'know? he loves it when you can't do anything but to moan, kiss him and scratch his back down in pleasure while you helplessly watch him bulge your stomach with his cock

seunghan

after practices, seunghan just loves to blow some steam off by fucking you in his car, and you can't blame him <\3 the way he sees his cock sheath fully inside you just riles him up even more—it’s not that he likes to be rough and aggressive most of the time, he just can't resist himself from going feral after a long day :(((

seunghan loves receiving head from you and considers it a reward >< he loves the warmth of your mouth being wrapped around him, and it just makes him release more & more precum into your mouth. not to mention the way you gag on his cock as you deepthroat him turns him on so much that he just wants to fuck your mouth ‘til he's satisfied

sohee

one thing about sohee, he loves being rewarded for doing the best he can in every way possible, and that includes him riding your cock ‘til he tires himself out

being away from you for weeks pains sohee a lot than you could ever imagine <\3 he's always left with no choice but to play himself with the thought of you while he's away. he would send you lots of his videos bc he just misses u so much, so u better send something back, mkay?

anton

if anton has a kink, it'd be his size kink. he's just so big that he loves seeing you all stretched up taking his fat cock on all fours. it's definitely a sight-worth-seeing for him watching you struggle because of how small you are to take his cock.

anton loves fucking you with his clothes on, which may seem like a simple thing to others, but anton could get quite possessive of you and it's one of his many ways reminding you of who you belong to. though he's not all bad, he just wants you for himself, y'know? it's adorable how he'd even talk you through your orgasm while holding your hand just to make sure you're taken care of very well.

misc.

coming home from promotions after promotions, there's nothing more wonbin and sungchan wanted to do than take turns fucking their boyfriend all night long to relieve stress >< you're just so good & obedient for them that you're willing to stay up all night letting them use you to ease the pent-up sexual frustrations they had all month

seunghan loves your mouth as much as anton loves your ass so there's no better way than to indulge to it through a soft spitroast <3 seunghan is just addicted to having you moan and gag around his dick while tonnie fucks you from behind :(( they love getting you so cockdrunk that all you could is their cocks making you feel good :(((

eunseok & wonbin could get experimental most of the time, but they never expected how compelling double penning you could get. making you cum has always been their priority, and it's so hot seeing you cum with both of their cocks inside you :(

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osakhee · 2 months ago

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riize and kinks 🎧

! +18 content, 2 kinks per members

a/n this is kinda a filler work :( based on how the little people in my phone see riize n their kinks! most of them are Sooooo obvious but i hope you still enjoy :3 not proofread at all btw

⭐️ shotaro

overstimulation (giving and receiving) — we all know taro has such an insane stamina and he's definitely using it against you, still grinding his hips and pushing his cock deeper even when you already came. it would take time for him to get tired, and get tired of seeing you squirming under begging him for mercy. but it goes the same way around for him, once he's done he's exhausted, and he loves when you keep jerking him off making his thighs shake and his hips tremble from another orgasm... taro is the kind of person to fuck until both of you can't physically take it anymore, cumming is too overwhelming it hurts and you're both dizzy.

impact play (giving) — taro loves ass. like he LOVES ass and there's nothing he likes more than backshots, against the mirror or the couch in the practice room, in the shower, or face into the mattress. perfect for him to hold your hips in one hand and spanking your ass repeatedly, leaving a red handprint. he'd make you move yourself back and forth on his cock while he smashes your ass again. also likes giving your core some slaps after you cum so it's all over your inner thighs and his hand. i think he'd also love gently hitting your cheek while calling you his dumb little baby.

⭐️ eunseok

choking (giving) — eunseok is never there to play, he's strong and he's mean... have we all seen that video of him gripping sohee's wrist when he tries to take it away? yup. eunseok loves the control he has over you, he loves seeing your eyes roll back when his fingers tighten around your throat. no matter if he's pushing your thighs apart while his hand grabs your neck or holding you up against his chest by your throat, you can never escape. he loves the way you gasp and can barely say his name when he pounds into you, already taking your breath away.

daddy kink — did i say eunseok likes power? more than he loves the idea of making you his pretty little thing that will follow his every order, that he can punish and reward while you cry out his favorite nickname. even out of a sexual context, he loves treating you the best because nothing is too good for his baby. and in the bedroom? he's telling how much you're turning daddy on, how hard daddy is for you, and how you should be his good baby. you're not cumming unless he says so, you're not even moaning until daddy allows you.

⭐️ sungchan

exhibitionism — sungchan likes sex an insane amount and he's everything but shy, if it involves his dick in you then the place doesn't matter. he would get hard at every little thing and next thing you know he's fucking you in a random public bathroom, fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. or maybe you're sucking his cock under the table until he's spilling in your mouth. but his favorite is definitely when you ride him after a long dance practice and someone will definitely catch you bouncing on his dick while he's looking at you into the mirror. and the worst is that he wants to get caught, he wants everyone to see how good he's fucking you.

strength kink — the manhandle. the headlock. he loves it all. he loves how easy it is for him to get you i any position, bending your legs the way he wants, pushing your face into the pillow, holding you down against the mattress and you can't even try to resist. he loves the idea of being so strong while you're weak against him and the lack of power you have to fight back. he lovessss holding you up against the shower wall only with the strength of his arm while he's burying his cock deep into you, your nails digging into his arms. whisper him how strong you think he is while he's working out and he's bending you over the bench.

⭐️ wonbin

marking (giving and receiving) — wonbin is so possessive, he needs everyone to you he's the one who own you, and the same way around. he needs to cover your neck and chest in purple and red marks, he needs to leave his fingerprints on your hips because of the grip he had. he wants people to look at you and know he's the one who did that to you. it goes the same way for him, he likes people to know he's yours but more than that he loves when you mark him, he loves the feeling of your lips in his and on his stomach, he loves when you suck on his skin and when you scratch his back and shoulders. wonbin would like to get marked in more intimate places where only him can see because it feels even more special to him, because you're the only who could see him like that.

hair pulling (receiving) — i'm being obvious but... wonbin just loves it so much. not to hard though, but the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging him closer while he's eating you out, he swears he could cum just from it. he's the kind to really moan if you play with his hair or tilt his head back with your hand, and he'd want nothing but you stroking his hair when you're making out. you make his head fall backward while you ride him, pulling on the strands of hair and he's a moaning mess, he'd cum so embarrassingly fast if you do it. he'd also like it if you handle his face, one hand in his hair and the other on his jaw to make him look at you.

⭐️ sohee

dry humping — sohee's favorite activity in the world! when you both don't have much time but still feel needy, it's also more easy to hide. sohee loves it when he can have you on his lap, making you grind on his hardening cock pretending to be asleep. it doesn't matter if people are around, as long as you keep making him feel good. clearly not shy about creaming his pants, he wants to hold your waist and watch as you fall apart on top of him, it's the hottest thing ever to him. he's moaning so loudly in your ear, he's thrusting his hips up to meet yours, all of that in the span of a few minutes? perfect. also big on humping a pillow or the mattress to jerk off, he imagines he's fucking you and it's enough for him to spill his cum all over the plush fabric.

voyeurism (giving and receiving) — oh he loves to watch. he loves to catch you touching yourself in your bed waiting for him or in the shower, he's getting hard at the idea and just watching the show you put on for him while fisting his dick. more than that, he loves to be watched. it makes him crazy, he'd make every moan louder, every touch longer, he'd make sure you see everything he can show you. he wants you to see how he edges himself and makes his cock twitch, he loves to moan your name while he thrusts into the air, he needs you to see how badly he fucks the pillow waiting for you. tell him you touched yourself to the sight and he might cum immediately.

⭐️ anton

size kink — oh he's MASSIVEEEE and we can talk about all the aspects of him. oh how he loves that his hand can easily hold both your wrists, the grip he can have on your hips with it. he loves that you need to look up to meet his eyes especially when you're on your knees for him. he loves that you disappear under his bigger frame and he can trap you between his body because of how much smaller you are. and what he loves the most is how much he would need to stretch you so you can take his big cock, the way your walls grip him has him rolling his eyes back. can we talk about tummy bulge? he's obsessed, the fact that he's big enough to see himself inside you while he splits you open with each thrusts is intoxicating to him.

creampie kink — anton is crazy just at the idea of fucking you raw and seeing his cum dripping out of you. he can't tell you how much he wants to pump you so full until he can't physically cum anymore and he imagines you all round and full of him... he loves to widen you thighs open and watch it seep out of your heat after he's done pounding you, he loves the idea of marking you from the inside. he could live off water and breeding you, bending you down on the bed and burying himself to the hilt, he'd make sure to massage his balls so well and cum over and over again until you're filled, until his dick is all creamed with his release when he pulls out before thrusting inside again.

#riize smut #shotaro smut #eunseok smut #sungchan smut #wonbin smut #sohee smut #anton smut

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sungchanarcade · 2 months ago

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first time with riize

this was a request i got MONTHS ago and i only just finished it 😭 but i hope u like it anyway! as usual, i ask that minors do not interact with my content

shotaro

this man is all smiles

i feel like he would randomly get overwhelmed by how adorable he finds you and def likes to kiss your cheeks just to see you laugh

pushes your hair out of your face because he wants to see you and won’t let you try to cover it up

“come on pretty girl, show me how good i make you feel”

asks you what you want and checks in with you a lot, letting you guide him with what you like

i think later in a relationship he’d have no problem being demanding (if it’s ok with you) but for your first time he wants it to be all about you

makes sure you cum first

eunseok

i also think he would be rougher in bed as your relationship progresses, but he would be SO gentle for your first time because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way

because of this (and cus he’s a tease) he wouldn’t give you his cock the first time

but that doesn’t mean he won’t blow your mind

i just know he’s good with his tongue, he’d have you making a mess under him in no time

his hands.

yeah he’ll have no problem making you cum

he’d fuck your thighs to finish, holding you close to kiss you

not really a moaner but a LOT of little shaky exhales and mumbled swearing

sungchan

yapper

like will not shut the fuck up the entire time, he LOVES to praise you but once he’s started he can’t stop

“feel good princess? wish you could see how pretty you look”

it probably devolves into the filthiest shit though

once he gets his fingers in you? oh it’s over for him

“fuck you’re tight. but you can handle more right? you’re doing so good for me”

also won’t fuck you with his cock the first time

but that’s okay because his hands are huge and boy does he know how to use them

size training is about to become your best friend

wonbin

definitely plans it all out ahead of time, fancy date beforehand, mood lighting, the softest sheets he owns

probably has a sex playlist

he just wants the moment to be as special as possible

he’d want to take his time with you and truly savor the experience, he won’t rush anything (even if you beg)

but he’d probably get a little carried away once he’s inside you, so you end up getting what you want in the end

whiner

insert that one tweet thats like: what’s the point of having a bf if he doesn’t moan like a girl

seunghan

this romantic motherfucker… i want him🧎‍♀️

also probably includes a cute date before, though he’d be more touchy than usual

but he wouldn’t let his hands wander too far until you’re alone

after that… all bets are off

makes you cum on his fingers first, then he’d hold you while you recover and let you take as long as you need even though he’s been hard since you guys got back

when he fucks you, he prefers keeping his strokes slow and deep

oh and the praises he’d give you…

makes sure you know how much you mean to him

definitely says ‘i love you’ more than once

sohee

sohee on the other hand, likes it a lot faster

but don’t be fooled, he knows how to find a rhythm and stick to it

holds onto your hips to keep you close to him

as a tits guy, when his hands aren’t on your waist, they’re squeezing your boobs, his fingers playing with your nipples

loves having them in his mouth too

he’d leave hickeys on your chest, low enough that you could cover them if you need to, but high enough that they’ll be visible if you’re wearing a lower cut shirt

LOVES seeing the marks he left whenever you wear more revealing tops, but would definitely get hard every time he sees them

anton

he’d be so soft with you :(

but he’s also still a total tease

tells you he’ll only fuck you if you can prove you can handle it (he’d have that cheeky grin when he says it too)

wants to watch you get yourself off on your fingers, but after two he’d replace them with his own cus he’s impatient

only gives you what you really want when he’s sure you can take him

it would definitely still be a stretch, but he’d talk you through it and kiss all over your face until you adjust

but i think once he really starts moving he’d get swept up in the feeling pretty fast, it just feels too good but hey, you’re not complaining

needs to kiss you when he cums, he needs that closeness to finally send him over the edge

#riize headcanons #riize smut #shotaro smut #eunseok smut #sungchan smut #wonbin smut #seunghan smut #sohee smut #anton smut

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ddodol · 3 months ago

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seven minutes — j.sc

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, sungchan, fem!reader, pet names, seven minutes in heaven, quiet and needy affair, begging, overstimulation (m.), squirting, unprotected sex (seems to be the running theme). word count⭑.ᐟ 1.3k+

“aren’t you glad you’re stuck here with me?”

you glared at sungchan, eliciting light laughter from him when you rolled your eyes. “it’s better to be with someone you know though, right?”

you couldn’t deny that, and it frustrated you even more. going to a different college’s party should’ve been a bad idea, especially if you only went there for one person— someone who wasn’t even there.

sungchan noticed the small pout forming on your lips amidst the minimal light peeking inside the closet. he took up most of the space at the back so you were forced to hug your knees by the closet door, your elbow slightly pushing them open.

”we’re gonna be here for seven minutes, it’ll make your experience better if you at least talk to me.” you hated your options, letting out a deep sigh as you glanced at sungchan. he smiled slightly, eyes disappearing as he leaned over.

”what’s there to talk about? it’s not like we ever had anything in common.”

sungchan exclaimed in protest, poking your leg with his finger, “you don’t even have a good reason to hate me.” he pouted when you didn’t reply, “i’m telling you, anton isn’t interested.”

you groaned, pushing his hand away from you out of frustration. you already knew that but you still wanted to take your chances while you both were single. it’s not like you were in the wrong, constantly hearing about how you didn’t have a chance with your crush would make anyone want to hate sungchan.

you felt something crawling around, eyes darting through the darkness to try and locate what it was. “what’s wrong?” sungchan asked meekly.

”there’s a spider by your shoulder,” you could barely finish your sentence before sungchan threw himself at you— screeching inaudibly as he bent his huge body to pin you against the other side of the closet. you grumbled, desperately trying to push him away.

”fuck off, sungchan! it’s just a spider!” you exclaimed in a hushed tone, beginning to feel flustered when his hand brushed against your chest. “watch it! hands off right now!” you spoke quickly, flailing around as you try to pull his hands away.

your hand slipped, losing grip on your knees which caused you to try and regain your balance by grabbing onto something. you patted your hand around, squeezing the soft thing you managed to place your hand on. sungchan let out a soft moan, body tensing up as he hung his head.

”at least do it properly if you just wanted to touch me,” he grumbled, breathing down your neck. you felt it getting hotter and harder, finally realizing where your hand landed.

sungchan placed a hot kiss on your neck, “please, don’t stop.” you felt your body heating up, hand moving around to palm him through his loose pants. sungchan returned the favor by fondling your tits, whispering how good your hand felt.

his cock began to get more erect, throbbing against your hand as you tried holding it— he was huge, too huge. your hand was barely enough to cover it all but he still melted against your touch.

”fuck, keep doing that.” your legs trembled, pushing them together as your breathing began to get rougher. the closed space you shared became warmer, skin sticking against each other.

sungchan’s other hand began to travel lower, making you shudder. he swallowed thickly, hand trembling as he rubbed your leg. “do you need me, y/n?”

you could feel the warmth of his hand on your leg, hyperaware of the length and thickness of his fingers. you whimpered, head spinning as you thought of having sungchan’s fingers inside you.

”please,” you breathed out, spreading your legs apart to make it easier for him. sungchan’s hand on your leg slithered up to your inner thigh, letting out a small moan when his fingers grazed over your heat. you were glad you wore a dress tonight, albeit for a different reason.

you were completely soaked against your panties, pushing them to the side impatiently as sungchan didn’t hesitate to sink his fingers inside your walls. you moaned softly, trembling at the sudden stimulation. his fingers were barely inside and yet it already felt amazing.

sungchan sucked on your skin, breathing shakily as he began to move his fingers. “baby, i’m still moving my hand. you should do the same,” you bit your lip, squeezing down on his cock.

”sungchan,” you moaned, too dizzy to think or do anything. “fuck, that’s so good,” your voice went higher, still trying your best to moan quietly.

”y/n, wrap your hand around me.” you obeyed, small hand barely wrapped around his still clothed cock. sungchan began to move his hips, moaning against your skin. it was almost amazing how he consistently moved his fingers inside you while thrusting his cock into your hand— it almost felt like a huge waste.

you pushed him back, seeing a flash of confusion on his face. you straddled his legs, busily slipping your panties off and pulling his pants down. sungchan caught on a bit too late, chuckling softly as he held your hips.

there were noises outside just as you held his bare cock in your hand, rubbing his tip against your entrance. sungchan moved quickly, keeping the closet doors closed as he gave you a nod. you giggled when they tried opening the closet you two were in, signaling the end of your little game.

what a shame; you were just getting started.

sungchan kept his eyes on you as your face contorted, letting out adorable moans as you sunk down his cock. you felt incredibly stretched out, thighs already trembling and you weren’t even taking half of him.

”keep going, baby. i know you can take me,” he mumbled, gently pushing you down his cock. you shook your head, quivering as you leaned against his chest.

”you’re too fucking big, sungchan,” you whined, eliciting small giggles from him. he whispered words of praise against your ear, helping you bounce on his cock. “fuck, there,” your hips began to move on their own, desperately trying to replicate the pleasure you felt the first time.

sungchan licked his lips, watching you slowly lose yourself with every bounce. it was a pretty sight, your head thrown back and tits bouncing as you ride him. “just like that, y/n.” you moaned in response, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

”i’m close, baby,” he groaned, gripping tightly on your waist. you ran your hands on his arm, feeling his veins popping up.

you shook your head, “i’m not close yet, sungchan.” you bit your lip, “just do it inside, i still need more.”

”fuck,” sungchan exclaimed, spilling inside you. he jerked up sensitively, moaning breathily when you kept moving your hips. wet noises began to fill the space, his cum sloshing around with every bounce.

sungchan lifted you up, still keeping his cock inside you. you laid uncomfortably against the walls of the closet, thighs split open as sungchan pushed deeper inside you. “oh my god!” you quietly cried out in surprise at how deep he could reach.

he laughed, “i can go deeper, baby. if you let me do this outside the closet, i’ll give you every inch.” you shuddered, head spinning when his cock kept kissing your deepest walls. sungchan was thrusting roughly, playing with your clit as he leaned over.

”cum for me, y/n. make a big mess for me,” he whispered, placing kisses on the top of your head. you gasped, orgasm quickly approaching.

you grabbed on sungchan’s clothes, “fuck, fuck, fuck— sungchan!” you cried out, hitting your head against the wall as you came. you made a huge mess, thighs trembling as you kept squirting everywhere.

sungchan chuckled, stilling inside you as he watched, “you’re so pretty like this, baby.”

as soon as you cooled down, sungchan pulled out, his cum dripping out of you. he peppered small kisses all over your face, prompting you to pull him close. he giggled, holding you as he kept kissing your face.

you stared at him tiredly, playing with his hair, “i’ll take you up on that offer.”

sungchan raised his head, looking at you in confusion. you laughed softly, “take me home right now. i want every inch of you.” he smiled widely, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

”i swear i’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to think of other men afterwards, baby.”

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kisspurins · 4 months ago

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bed peace ⊹₊⟡⋆ j.sc

୨୧ pairings｜stepbrother!sungchan x reader

୨୧ wc｜1.9k

୨୧ warnings｜noncon touching turned duncon kinda，stepcest，soft dom sungchan，forced kissing，big dick sungchan ofc 😞，praising，crying，daddy kink，lowkey ddlg，choking，non-penetration sex TO penetration，"just the tip"，teasing，little sister big brother talk，yn's sensitive

inspired by this <3

"channie?" you whisper softly, tugging the comforter down to reveal even a sliver of his face. his breathing is shallower than usual, and he's still, but you were unsure if he's already drifted off to sleep. he never sleeps early. at least not when he's staying the night at your parents house. you repeat his name, but silence greets you, and you can't help the disappointment in your stomach. you sigh, reluctant to walk away and surrender to sleep. you lingered for a minute longer in his room, still hovering over him, too scared to turn around and leave. the walk to your room was long and dark. you mustered up all your courage just to run down here, and you don't know if you can make yourself do it again.

this was all your fault. you had a scary dream, and it was hard laying in your big room all alone with nothing but your thoughts to torture you. you feel like a kid again, close to the brink of tears, thinking of facing this fear. It's always been better for you to let sungchan face it for you. that's what big brothers are for! you would rather snuggle up in his bed and cling to his arms wrapped around your waist like he was a border to shield you. even if sungchan teased you for still getting scared this easily, you know you could count on your big brother to protect you. but he can't protect you when he's sleeping.

you reach out and push on his shoulder outside the cover one last time. when he stirs a bit at the touch, you call out for him again, “channie... I need you.” this time, you see his eyelashes flutter, his eyes squinting as he peers at you. not even turning to look at the time on his phone, he just lifts his cover, looking back to you standing pitifully with your lip tutted out. “you okay? scary dream?" you take his actions as a gesture to slip into the bed with him. climbing to the side closest to the wall and lying directly in his arms, he drops the cover on both of you.

"mhm, had a bad dream," you finally respond, closing your eyes at this newfound warmth. he leans forward, kissing your forehead, words rumbling against your back. "I'm sorry, baby. I have you now." you smile at his words, feeling so safe and content.

a lot of people say your relationship with sungchan is weird but you never understood.

this was just sister-brotherly love. sungchan knew you better than any person ever has, even your mom. since your mom married his dad, you were forced into this new lifestyle with a new sibling with a very different personality from yours. It was hard at first, but you and sungchan clicked, and you never hid who you were with him and he never hid from you. sure he made your guy friends and boyfriends uncomfortable but they're just weird. there was nothing weird if you liked the affection and attention from your brother. the hugs, holding hands, occasional kisses on your forehead, and especially cuddling. he's your favorite guy! told you over and over again how happy he was that you were his sister, that you were the best little sister, and that he loved you more than mom and dad.

sungchan's hands roamed your hips, tugging you closer, and you let him in. his room smells of vanilla like him, and you don't think about how it has you falling deeper into him. too distracted by the goodness you feel, you don't think about the weird feeling filling your tummy when he presses himself against you, firm and hard behind you. barely thinking about how much bigger and stronger he's gotten and how he's grown into your type. you stay like this for thirty minutes and almost think sungchan had fallen asleep. but after a while, his hands slowly smooth down your stomach until he's pressing on your panties.

you gasp, turning to look at him, but he's already staring at you, big hand pressing against your mouth. "shhh... just let me." you can't comprehend what's going on. he's way too strong for you to fight back properly. "you make me so hard, baby," sungchan groans, pushing his hips to rut against you. "so sexy.. my little sister is so sexy,"

the tears in your eyes have already started flowing down onto his hand. you're confused and conflicted with what happened to make sungchan have such a direct change. you hate that your pussy clenches when he works his fingers inside your panties, fingers dragging against your folds. he circles your clit, and you feel heat rush through you for the first time. your body is trembling and tears are nonstop. "baby— baby, you have to calm down—" sungchan's voice is deep and dripping with concern, but you don't know how to calm your body.

"you know I won't hurt you," he whispers, "your big brother loves you." but you can't listen. your hips are bucking up into his hand, and you feel icky. his hand falls from your mouth, and everything breaks loose. "this– this is wr–wrong, channie," you sob. "we're not supposed to do this."

Instead of answering, sungchan kisses you, tongue running messily over your lips, and when he intrudes your mouth, it all feels so foreign. you don't know how to react, just letting him abuse your mouth until your lips are bitten red and swollen. the kiss slows your thinking down, your legs clenched around sungchan's hand tight, and your eyes rolling back. when he pulls away, spit trails, and his fingers start circling your clit again. "see baby," he huffed out, forcing your legs to spread, "not that bad, huh?" you sniffle and pout, pushing back against him subconsciously.

"channie—" "call me daddy." it was phrased so softly that if it wasn't so lewd, it could be ignored. and it should terrify you. It should be grossing you out to be this close to someone you grew up with, especially someone you thought was your real brother, but your tongue hangs out like a puppy for him anyway. like you're giving yourself away. his mouth drops open ever so slightly as his eyes follow the motion of your tongue, and then he lets out a low hum. "say it."

"sungchan..." you pause when he gives you a look, finger prodding your hole. you start wiggling again. "not there daddy... please... know we can't!" your lip tuts out, fingers digging into his arm in an attempt to distance you two. "don't worry, baby daddy's gonna make you feel good, don't you love me?" his question comes out as more of a statement like he doesn't doubt that you do love him. "I love you, daddy! I–I do, but–" sungchan scoffs at you, pulling your panties down to your knees, and the stickiness makes you shy. you gasp, covering your mouth with both hands, when something odd presses against your pussy.

"never done this before?" you shake your head no, hips seemingly rocking on their own. "never felt this before... don't—don't think we're supposed to do this, daddy..." when the words leave your mouth for a third time sungchan comes to a halt. "I love you. you're my little sister, and I'm supposed to show you these things." his breath against your skin makes you shudder, goosebumps popping out all over your skin. he kisses down your neck, sloppy and slowly till hes pressing kisses on your shoulder. "I won't put it in."

you don't understand what he means until he's dragging his cock between your slit, collecting your slick to use as a lubricant, and instead of going inside, he's spreading it. your vision nearly blanks feeling him on your pussy. he's so hard and heavy, and your cunny is aching the slower he pushes his hips forward and slides his cock on you. "fuck... baby, you feel so good for me." he works to circle his tip on your clit, feeling you writhe under him.

"nnng daddy daddy daddy!" you whimper. this is so embarrassing. your pussy is clenching and pushing out more wetness, and you feel like you'd rather die than let sungchan know how sensitive you are. your nipples are hard poking your shirt, and when he uses his hand to push his fat tip so deep inside your lips you can't help but curl and wiggle. "please—" "yeah? big brother making you feel good?" you swallow and try to talk, but he instead slides between your folds deeper and the words get trapped in your throat. you can’t handle having him like this. It was too hard to even look at him. "feel—feel you—" he nodded, his cold hand planting itself on your cheek, fingers dipping to wrap around your throat. "I know, baby. can feel me in you." the air was thick between you two, getting even more tense when you tried to push his hand away in panic. "n–no! no no daddy–" your mind is bleary, voice breaking.

theres this strange shift in his demeanor when he looks into your eyes. not unexpected, just more— intense. when you blink back tears and sniffle, it's almost like his face hardens. eyes flickering over your expression, lingering on your swollen lips again before it drops down between your legs. It's like he’s got more to say or something left to do. you whimper the longer he continues to put pressure on your throat and pull on his wrist a little. "d—daddy— gonna—gonna cum...!"

"I'm so sorry, baby. I need to feel you," he said, closing the gap between you and lining up at your entrance. he finally sank his tip into your needy little hole, his lips barely grazing yours. you feel weird again. not being able to stop your eyes from fluttering shut when he stretches you out. your mouth is open and wide from the painful sensation filling you as he starts slowly thrusting, sliding deeper with each thrust until he bottoms out. "no! no sungchan—” you try to warn, but he tightens his grip to silence you, and your body starts to feel like it's breaking down.

the pace he sets is menacing, enough to have you whining and arching your back into him. the tip of his cock is nudging your cervix with every deep thrust. you can't hear him cooing anymore, just the sounds coming from your bodies meeting. “oh no... did I lose you, baby?" he whispers in your ear, letting go of your throat so you can breathe. your heart is fast hammering against your chest as he fucks you into your very first orgasm. "close for me, baby?" you nodded, tears spilling again. "hurts—feel—feel big brother in—in my tummy..."

sungchan's hands slid down your stomach, firm hand pushing your abdomen as he bruised your pussy. "mhm?" your brother smiled, "feel me here" your words are incoherent when you start twitching against him. "come on. cum for me, baby. cum for your big brother." you shook your head, clouded and lost in thought as you pushed your hips to meet his sharp thrusts. "gonna fill this pussy up," that’s all you need to make your walls clench even tighter, pulsating with the euphoric shocks of your orgasm. Your moans are high-pitched, and you repeatedly hear weak mumbles of his name.

“there you go, get me all messy, baby.” he praises, leaning forward to press a long kiss to your forehead. "my favorite little sister.”

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luvyeni · 5 months ago

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( reaction ) not wearing any underwear ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ riize's reaction to you not wearing panties on a date ヾ

OT7!라이즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ public stuff , no actual penetration , under the table stuff wc ・ ‎0.9k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. riize finding out your not wearing any panties on a date 🙈

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you like it <3 !!!

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ

the smile on his face is nothing compared to the thoughts running through his mind , looking down at his phone , a text from you telling him to check his pocket , stuffing his hand in pocket only to realize your lacy panties in his coat pocket. “really baby?” you nodded , he bit his lip. “so cute baby , when did you take them off?” he asked. “before we left the house.” he was hard as a rock now. “should we leave now?” he asked , it wasn't really a question , more like a request. stepping out of the both , he walked behind you , so if you made the wrong move you wouldn't flash the restaurant. “just because im smiling doesn't mean I'm happy baby girl.” he whispered in your ear.

“i'm gonna ruin your pretty pussy when we get home.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ

notices it as you step out the car , you skirt so fucking tiny he can see your ass. “fucking hell.” he gets out the car behind you , pulling your skirt down , kissing your temple an old couple passing by you , smiling at how cute you two were. “fucking slut why aren't you wearing underwear.” he whispered in your ear. “you're trying to piss me off right now and im trying to do something nice for you.” he said , you smirked , making him scoff. “keep laughing now.” he said.

“i wanna see you laugh when im stuffing my cock inside of you later and you're begging to let you cum.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ

sungchan is a little slow with it; he doesn't even notice that before your date, when you gave him a supposed innocent hug, that you stuffed your panties inside his back pocket. it's just a matter of waiting , and waiting , until he reaches into back pocket to grab his wallet at the end of the date , he feels the fabric in his hand , he pulls it out only to stuff it back in looking at you with wide eyes. “baby?” he leans in. “are you not wearing…” he looks under the table , where your legs are spread open , your bare cunt on display for him. “oh fuck.” he's quickly paying that bill , not even caring about to go boxes or dessert , he's got something sweeter eat right between your legs.

“fuck get in the back seat , i’m not not waiting to wait to take your sweet cunt.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ

thinks you're joking when you lean over the table , whispering to him you don't have any panties on; certainly you wouldn't actually dare to not wear panties out in public — his thoughts proven wrong when he looks under the table and your legs are spread open for him to see , your cute pussy already dripping for him , so you know what he does … pays for the bill , grabbing your hand. “come on.” you two don't even make it to the car , before he's pulling you into an alleyway. “bin , let's wait until we get home , this is too open.” he's not listening , thinking with his cock only.

“no baby , you weren't thinking about the public when you were showing me your pussy.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan﹚ .ᐟ

he was just being a good boyfriend; you dropped your fork , he was just going under the table to fetch it for you; only to see your legs spread open — the only thing you hear is his head hitting the table , you let out a giggle , his head resurfacing , smiling as he calmly places the fork on the table. “princess , you being naughty hm? not wearing any panties?” as much as he wants to jump across the table and ravish you , he's so calm; luckily the dinner is finished and he can pay the bills and you two can leave. “what about dessert hannie?”

“we can get it to go baby , i need to feel you around me now.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ

both of you are on the same freak scale; you knew he'd try and tease you in public , so you wanted to get back at him , you could feel his hand creeping up your skirt , but you had a surprise waiting for him , so you didn't stop him , feeling his hand on your mound , his eyebrows furrowing. “are you?” he ran his finger up your slit. “you're not wearing any panties.” he gasped. “you wouldn't know if your hand wasn't up my skirt you little perv.” he pinched your clit with made you bite down on your fist to conceal a moan. “i bet you you're hard right now.” and you would be correct his cock was begging to be freed. “fuck let's go.” you decided to tease him a little more. “but i want dessert.” you pout.

“fine get your desert , i'm just gonna go under the table and eat mines , i bet she's real sweet for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton﹚ .ᐟ

didn't understand why you would text him; you were right across from him , he answers it anyway , immediately wishing he didn't. “you-you're joking right?” he said looking up at you, his face red. “you're just gonna have to look.” you shrugged , sitting his phone down , lifting up the table cloth , looking under. “son of a bitch.” he whispered to himself. “why don't you have panties on?” his cock hard in his slacks. “baby fuck , i'm so hard right now, we got to leave right now.” you've your boyfriend so eager to leave somewhere so fast. “what about dessert?”

“i will literally order you something as soon as im done fucking you i don't care , we need to leave.”

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99woez · 8 months ago

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love is a dog ᰔᩚ j.sc

warnings. smut, boyfriend!sungchan, established relationship, unprotected sex, play wrestling, half a size kink if you squint, i love sungchan!

wc. 4k

summary. despite never winning, you love play fighting with your big and strong boyfriend.

You told him not to take it easy on you this time.

“Get off!”

“Get me off,” Sungchan laughs from above you, having you pinned to his mattress on your stomach. It’s all a game to him, and, technically, this is a game, but it’s a game you’re losing, so you’re not having as great of a time as you imagined. You scoff at his word choice, reaching behind you to swat pathetically at his side. You can’t even tell what parts of him you’re hitting, but you're making an impact. Barely.

“Let me roll over–”

“That’s not how wrestling works.”

“This isn’t wrestling. I’m your girlfriend.”

Sungchan scoffs, blowing his lips together to make a “Pfft!” sound that makes you sigh.

“My girlfriend that literally asked me to wrestle and not go easy on her. You literally asked for this.” His hand presses harder into your back for a moment, making you whine and scrunch your eyes shut. The mattress began to feel unpleasant against your cheek even though the feeling of his weight on top of you felt nice. Really nice. Sungchan was so big and warm that even the smallest touch made you feel like you were on fire. Right now, you feel as if you’re in a burning building, suffocating on thick grey smoke, but you’re enjoying every second of it.

“I’m still going easy on you, by the way,” Sungchan adds after a beat of silence, “You couldn’t take me really not going easy on you. I think you’d break.”

“Oh shut up,” You huff, attempting to roll over once again but are blocked by your boyfriend’s weight on your back. You groan, hitting the sheets with your fist, hearing Sungchan laugh at your frustration. You momentarily lift your head from the bed, only to have him shove it back down immediately. You gasp at the sudden aggression, quickly reaching back to grab onto his thigh just to ground yourself for a minute. Your head was spinning, and your heart was beating a million beats per minute right in your throat, but you loved it.

The air shifts after that. Both of you feel it. You can’t help but to smirk slightly.

“You liked that…” You sing to him with a widening grin. He slides his hand off the back of your head to the middle of your back again as he inhales through his teeth.

“Yeah, you seem pretty into it too.” He begins to rock his hips against your bottom, and you let out a breathy moan. It's not a loud one, but he can hear it. His free hand finds its way down to your ass, squeezing gently before sliding his large calloused hands back to your hips.

As his hands find their way to your hips, they instinctively tilt you up a bit, making the friction between your bodies increase tenfold. His fingers press into your flesh gently but firmly, and you let out a soft moan. You rub your lips together, looking up at the ceiling before looking back in his direction.

Sungchan squeezes your hips again, pushing up your shirt to reveal the landscape of your back. Instantly, you feel yourself get hot even with the cool air of his ceiling fan hitting your skin. You try to lift your head, but Sungchan shoves you back down, his full hand nearly taking over your face, making you gasp. You try to push against him and free yourself from his grasp, but he doesn’t budge, just chuckling as you squirm helplessly against his grasp.

You twist your hips against him, inhaling sharply through your teeth when you feel his cock hardening through his sweatpants. “You get hard so easily,” You huff with a chuckle, reaching back to grab his arm. Sungchan easily pins your arm behind your back, pressing himself harder against your ass in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the tension in his pants.

“Sorry, you’re hot.”

“You always get hard when we wrestle.”

“Yeah, well,” Sungchan shrugs, lifting his hand from your head to push your hair out of your face. “If you had a dick, you’d get hard wrestling with a hot girl too. Don’t act better than me.” He pulls you up by the back of your shirt with ease. You laugh at how easy it is for him to lift and toss you around, sitting on your knees and turning around to face him. When you look at him, a big and dumb smile takes over his face, brown eyes sparkling when he looks down at you.

You love how he looks at you like you’re the best thing to step into his life. You feel so overcome with love that you can’t stop yourself from shoving him back on the bed with a giggle, hearing him laugh when his back hits the mattress. You easily climb on top of him, reaching for his arms to pin him down, but he goes for your waist, wrapping his hands around you and tossing you on your back with ease. You try to recover faster than last time, but he’s too fast, too big, and demanding, immediately crawling on top of you and pinning your flailing arms above your head.

“Damn, two for two,” Sungchan teases down at you with a laugh. He leans down to presumably kiss you, but you turn your head with a whine. He clicks a tongue at your fit, letting go of one of your wrists to grab your cheeks and jerk your face towards him. He looks so ridiculous when he’s pissed. His dark brows furrowed, his thick lips frowning, you can’t help to chuckle at him. He shakes your face softly. You clench your thighs around his hips.

“Don’t be a brat,” He whines, his high voice not matching his mean face. You smirk up at his desperation, humming up at him and pouting your lips up at him. He whines again, pressing his hips against yours again. “Kiss me.”

You blink up at him like you don’t understand, a slow smile growing on your lips when he huffs at you again. You love his frustration. You just think he’s so cute when he’s frustrated. “You should’ve let me win if you wanted to kiss–” He slams his lips to yours, cutting you off swiftly with a hard and demanding kiss. You whimper into the kiss, brows knitting when he presses in deeper, his chest pressing against yours as he sighs into your mouth. Your body heats up again. He’s suffocating you, but in the best way. You love it when he nearly crushes you, taking what he wants because he can, and you’ll let him. You let him every time.

You feel his hips jerk into yours. You gasp at the collision but smile against his lips. You can feel his cock straining against his sweatpants already. It was never hard to work Sungchan up. You teased him about it often, which seemed to get him off more. He ruts his hips into yours again, an airy moan leaving his full lips as he does so. The shorts you’re wearing begin to drive you crazy, wanting to feel all of him with no barriers.

Your eyes flicker across his face before landing on him, humming softly. “Are we going to have sex?” You ask like it isn’t obvious, an excited smile growing on your lips as he mocks your humming, leaning in to take your lips against his again, biting your bottom lip softly.

“You wanna have sex with me?” He teases, giggling against your lips as he pulls back, allowing you both to laugh at full volume as you nod your head.

“Feel how wet I am right now. It's crazy.” You grab his wrist and put it on the hem of your shorts. He takes it from there, sliding his hand inside your shorts and dipping into your underwear. You bite your bottom lip when you feel his slender fingers against your folds, gasping quietly when he presses the tips of his fingers against your wet entrance with a groan. He looks down at his hand in your pants, groaning again at how the fabric moves because of his fingers.

“Fuck…All from me tossing you around?” You nod at his question, eyes fluttering shut the more his fingers trace and rub over your hole, gathering your juices to slick up his fingers. With practiced ease, his fingers slide up to your clit and rub circles into the sensitive nub, making your back arch up off the bed slightly as a moan escapes your lips.

“I like when you get all…It’s fun to see how strong you are.” You try to explain, but your brain is easily fogging up with euphoria, which makes you rutt into Sungchan’s hand for more friction. Sungchan chuckled at your confession, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued rubbing at your clit.

“You like how strong I am, baby?” You preen at the nickname, nodding as your eyes open to meet his gaze, smiling fondly at him as you do so. Sungchan licks his lips at the sight of you beneath him, his free hand taking your face into his hand and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“And you’re throwing a fit about me getting hard,” Sungchan retorts, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he begins to spread your wetness around with slow, tantalizing movements. The feeling of you so wet and ready for him never failed to amaze him. “You’re just as turned on as I am.”

“I can’t deny that.” You smile at him, moaning softly when he slides a finger inside of you experimentally. He’s watching your reaction, his brown eyes intense and focused. “Seriously, we should wrestle more often.”

His response is a hearty laugh, his chest shaking beneath you. “I think I’d like that,” he murmurs, his thumb circling your clit lazily while another finger joins the first inside of you. His movements are slow and deliberate.

Your back arches off the bed, and you whimper again, feeling incredibly sensitive. It’s always like this with Sungchan – you’re always so responsive to him and eager for everything he gives you. “Sungchan…” you moan out his name, your voice thick with lust.

“Shh.” His other hand finds its way to your mouth, silencing any more protests that might have escaped your lips by sliding two fingers into your mouth. He’s so consuming, filling you from every place he could, making you practically melt into the mattress, moaning around his digits before sucking on them softly. The feel of his fingers inside you makes your head spin, and judging by the satisfied grin on his face, he knows it.

“Look at me,” he commands suddenly, a bit harsher than before. You obey instantly, looking up at him even as stars dance in front of your vision from the pleasure he’s giving you.

His gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart falter within your chest. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice husky. His fingers are a constant pressure, curling and moving inside you in ways that have your eyes rolling back into your head.

But he doesn't want that; he wants you to watch him, wants to see the effect he has on you mirrored in your eyes as they stare back at him.

"I love seeing you like this," he tells you, grinning cockily. He pushes his fingers deeper, silently daring you to break eye contact. But you don't; you just whimper around the fingers in your mouth and take it, staring into his eyes as he stretches and fills you. “Just so pretty. All mine, too,” He whispers, ducking his head down to scatter kisses across your neck and chest, his fingers slipping from your mouth to hold your waist with a soft moan at how your skin tasted against his lips. Your fingers tangle in his silky hair, beginning to breathe heavier as his fingers continue to fuck into you with a newfound vigor.

"More…" you breathe out in a heady whisper, one hand slipping down to cover his where it's still stroking over your clit in tight circles. Sungchan's deep chuckle vibrates against your skin before he obliges, sliding yet another finger inside of you, the stretch making you gasp and writhe beneath him.

"Needy, aren’t you?" he teases.

You can only nod in response, the coil in your belly growing tighter and tighter with each delicious thrust of his fingers inside you. You feel your thighs tremble when he curls his fingers inside you, a long whine leaving your lips as you stare into Sungchan’s eyes. His jaw is dropped in awe of you, moaning softly and deeply at the obscene wet sounds coming from between your legs.

"That's my girl," Sungchan coos as he watches your face contort with pleasure. He loves every single one of your expressions – the way you scrunch your nose when you're trying to hold back a whimper, how your eyes flutter closed when he thrusts harder than expected. You’re an angel to him even when you claw and scratch at his arms.

He pulls his fingers back just to drive them forward once more, hitting that spot inside you that makes your body jolt with pleasure. His name is like a mantra on your lips, coming out in either soft whispers or high gasps. He bites his bottom lip when he hears you, dipping down to rest his forehead on yours to be closer to you. You can’t help but smile at the proximity, tipping your head up to nuzzle your nose against his with an airy giggle. Sungchan chuckles at your affection, kissing your forehead as his fingers continue to drill into you.

"Sungchan... please," you whimper, digging your nails into his forearms. You want– no, need – more of him. You want to feel him all around you, consume & take every bit of you until there's nothing left but him.

With a low chuckle, Sungchan gives a final swirl of his thumb over your clit before pulling his hand away entirely. You whine at the loss of contact, but it's short-lived when Sungchan murmurs, “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” You can almost see the smirk in his voice as he says it, your eyes too hazy with lust to notice anything but the presence of his warmth.

He moves away from you just for a moment, the sound of clothes rustling filling the room as he discards his own shirt and pants. He looks down at you, his eyes drinking in your disheveled state before his body blankets yours again. His torso pressing against yours, hard lines and warm skin meeting your softer curves, his fingers tracing light patterns over your hips as if he’s memorizing the contours of your body.

His lips find yours in a searing kiss as he grinds down against you, the feeling of his length pressing into your bare thigh making you groan into his mouth. His hand slips between your bodies to align himself at your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing in with a low grunt. You whimper against his lips as his cock splits your walls open for him, brows knitting together at the way your body stretches to take him. He’s so big. Every time he fucks you, it feels like the first time. It’s mind-numbing. You can’t even imagine fucking another man after having Sungchan for so long. You swear he’s made for you.

"Look at me," he orders softly, his voice laced with need. His gaze is demanding yet tender as his hand takes your chin between his fingers to tip your head up. You let out a quiet sigh, opening your eyes to meet his gaze, unable to stop yourself from smiling at him. He’s so lovely, so warm. You feel nothing but love when you look at him. Sungchan bites his bottom lip to stop his smile from growing when he sees you smile, sinking himself further into you until his hips are flush against yours.

He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. The both of you are panting heavily, your hearts beating in sync as you feel him throbbing inside you. There’s an unspoken conversation as you lock eyes, understanding each other without any words needed.

“Alright?” he asks, his voice a low purr against the shell of your ear that sends shivers down your spine. You give a nod, your fingers clutching onto his shoulders, silently urging him to move. Sungchan chuckles softly at your impatience, giving you a teasing nip on the neck before pulling back slightly and thrusting back into you with a slow yet forceful push.

A strangled moan escapes from your lips as pleasure washes over you. His every thrust is calculated - slow, easy, building up the sensation until it crashes over you like waves. Your mind goes fuzzy with pleasure, your nails dragging down his back as his pace increases.

“You’re so tight,” he grunts against your skin, his lips nipping against your collarbone. His hands roam your body like they’ve mapped out every inch of you – and they have. He’s marked every part of you in one way or another, claiming you as his own in every way he possibly can. You can only whine in response, and you can barely form words at this point.

"Faster, Sungie. Please," you gasp out between heavy breaths, and he complies without hesitation.

His hips snap into yours at an unforgiving pace now, hitting that sweet spot inside of you again and again. Your legs wrap around his hips tighter in surrender, pulling him closer. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by your shared gasps and moans of absolute pleasure. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he anchors himself, his teeth grazing your neck with each sharp thrust.

"Yeah? Like that?" he rasps, feeling an accomplished smirk spread across his lips when you respond with a hoarse cry and an eager nod.

Sungchan pulls out almost completely, only to slam back in, squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises. You wince at the mix of pain and pleasure, your muscles clenching around him. It’s too much but not enough all at once. He always leaves bruises even when he doesn’t mean to. You have to wonder if he knows his own strength. Your world narrows down to him: Sungchan and his body on top of yours, his hands leaving trails of fire where they touch you, his cock filling you with every thrust.

The coil in your gut tightens further, warning you of the fast-approaching release. "I wanna cum," you whine desperately, your hand fumbling between your bodies to press against your clit. However, Sungchan bats away your hand with a low chuckle.

"Yeah? You wanna cum, baby?" he taunts with a laugh, replacing your hand with his own with a smirk. His thumb begins to stroke over your sensitive bud in teasing circles that make you buck your hips up into him. His pace increases, rougher now, almost punishing as he chases his own release.

Your name tumbles from his lips like a prayer, desperate and ragged as he feels himself on the edge. His words spur you on, encouraging you to chase after that high that's just out of reach.

You nod vigorously, your eyes squeezed shut and a low moan rumbling up from your chest as he continues to move inside you. The friction between your bodies is almost too much to bear, the sticky heat coating both of you, making it impossible not to feel his skin slipping against yours. You're drowning in sensation, the world around you fading away as all that matters is this moment with Sungchan.

His thrusts grow more brutal and hard, his hips slamming into yours in a rhythm that matches the thudding of your heart. He's lost in this feeling, too, his mouth open with every breath that he sucks in between gritted teeth. The taste of you fills his mouth as he kisses and nips along your jawline and collarbone, leaving marks that will only remind you of this moment.

You push back against him, wanting more friction, more contact - like he's a part of you now, forever entwined together. His lips find yours again, hot and hungry as his tongue slips into your mouth to dance with yours. It's messy but perfect; it always has been with him.

Your nails dig into his shoulders harder now, urging him to go deeper or faster or harder - you can't tell anymore which one you crave more. The sound of skin smacking against skin echoes around the room, mixing with the wet smacks of your kisses and the ragged breaths you take together.

Sungchan tilts his head back suddenly, releasing your lips with a soft pop.

With a final slap of skin against skin, you both come together, your bodies shuddering and twitching as pleasure overwhelms you. His hips snap against yours with each thrust, lips parted in a silent scream of ecstasy while his thumb flicks over your clit in perfect rhythm. Stars dance before your eyes as you feel your core clench around him, milking him out with each contraction. Your walls flutter and spasm, trying to hold onto him until the very last moment when he groans deeply, filling you completely.

"Fuck," he mumbles as his hot load coats your insides, his lips brushing against your ear. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tightly against the force of his release, making you moan loudly as you come apart around him. Your legs quiver beneath him, his weight pressing down on you as if to mark you as his own. Sungchan's thrusts slow down to soothe the aftershocks rocking through your body as he holds himself deep inside of you, you panting breaths mingling together in the quiet room.

Chest heaving and sweat forming on your skin where they touch, Sungchan pulls out with a soft whimper of displeasure from both of you. The cool air feels like a slap in the face compared to how heated you are inside and out. Your walls cling to him for one last moment before releasing their grip, leaving a trail of stickiness between the two of you. You let out a long exhale, still catching your breath, as he rolled off of you to lie beside you on the bed.

He places soft kisses along the marks he left on your hips and collarbone, a smile playing on his lips when he finds your eyes on him. You still struggle to catch your breath, head falling back with a laugh as you cover your eyes with your arm. You hear him laugh as hell, crawling back up to uncover your eyes and crash his lips to yours in a fiery kiss, both of you still smiling against each other’s lips.

“We should wrestle more often,” Sungchan jokes against your lips. You roll your eyes with another tired laugh, hitting his chest playfully.

“You need to let me win one time. ‘See what happens,” you tease with a raise of your eyebrows, watching him raise his interest with a cute hum before leaning in and pecking your lips once, twice, three times before pulling back and kissing your cheek. You can’t stop the giggles from leaving your lips as his arm wraps around your waist.

“Alright,” he says, his voice teasing and light. “Next time, I’ll let you win.” His hand comes up to brush a few strands of hair from your face, tucking them behind your ear with a gentle sweep of his fingers. You blink up at him playfully, daring him to hold on to that statement.

“Promise?” you ask with a twinkle in your eye. The challenge is unspoken but clear as day between you.

“Promise.”

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