#sxfterhearts

[floriwoo]

bc you asked for piwon asks: who's your piwon bias and why!! :3

well i’m notorious for having so many biases in one group, so overall i love each of them and i feel so comfy cozy whenever i see them <3

i would say my number 1 currently is jiung, but it flips between him and theo so often that i normally put them both in the number 1 spot lol.

i love jiung bc he’s such a dork. like genuinely he’s such a weirdo and i love it. i feel like if we were to hang out it would be us matching each other’s vibes 95% of the time and the other 5% would be me staring at him like huh????

theo is also very unique lol. if jiung is weird then theo is strange. but his whole aura is so magnetic to me, like i’d love to be able to hold a deep conversation with him. also his face is so beautiful, his lips are so ahhhh so pretty. and his voice is so so smooth i love it

also i don’t talk about him on here bc i don’t feel comfortable associating him too much with my 18+ blog, but i really like jongseob as well. i like to say that i have a crush on him (and irl i always say that i’m going to end up with a Scorpio as my long term partner, and jongseob fits that bill)

thank you for asking! i enjoyed getting to talk about them <3

[hyungseos-cafe]

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thank you rach!! here, accept my love (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ 

[tranquilpetrichor]

thank you so much actually 😭

i felt very lost and depressed at the time (still do but maybe to a lesser extent). it's kinda hard for me to write something i/someone close to me didn't go through (readers, take that as you will). it's so vulnerable for me to write something like this, but i hoped it would reach someone. i'm thankful for everyone who takes something from this fic.

about never writing for piwon again… never say never haha. i'm in love with their comeback it is fr a bop.

not gonna lie piwon meant a lot to me during the pandemic so i will always treasure that time. they've grown a lot and i'm really proud of them!

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summary: on a day when you ruminate (perhaps too deeply) on death and the passing of time, yoon keeho is there to bring you back to the present.

characters: keeho (p1harmony) x reader

genre: angst, comfort

word count: 848 words

warnings: mentions of death, anxiety and probably cursing

notes included later.

Keep reading

[joocomics]

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this is so cute, thank you 🥹 <3

[onlyswan]

hi :) 🍓🍓

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

omgggg my first post was cloudburst which i already archived bc i’m embarrassedhdkshfjfhf my oc was called ivy tho i love that name :")

but basically i was clearing out my drafts since it was a mess and i wanted someplace permanent to keep this story idea in which it rains every time the couple’s skin touch so i can revisit it easily. it was an original story at first but i was and still is crazy in love with jungkook so yea i tried turning it into a fic for funsies. no one really read it LOL but that kick started my motivation to write at the time since it was the pandemic and i was bored 🤧 hehehehe and here we are

[wispyxjae]

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HEHEHH (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[hyungseos-cafe]

tysm for tagging me rach (´,,>ω<,,`)♡  

last song: after hours by kehlani - listen i've loved them since 2017 and i still love them now 😩 i hope more people listen to kehlani

favorite color: this changes literally all the time 🥲 for now its maroon/burgundy, black and beige.

spicy/sweet/savory: oo right now its savory>spicy>sweet

relationship status: single as a pringle and not ready to mingle (unless it's kevin, seonghwa, or jiung) << i'm not joking btw (okay maybe i am)

current obsession(s): tattoos!!!! (rach and ave get an ear full of me nerding out over tattoos) the way that two of my ults (kevin and jiung) are tatted up 😭 they're tempting me to get more tattoos 😩 + and bullet journaling!!

tagging (you don't have to do this btw): @from-izzy @littleroaes @zzoguri @everykebbie @sanaxo-o @kimsohn (sorry that i'm tagging everyone one on deobiblr i've been so absent) @silverdune

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𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 | good boy gone bad – txt

𝗙𝗔𝗩 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗥 | soft pinks. i also like a lot of blues ( like my theme! )

𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 | american horror story. was sad when netflix removed it but found out that its now on disney+. currently on season 4, freak show, my second fav season after season two!

𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗬/𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧/𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗬 | a million percent spicy! then sweet, then savoury

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 | in a seven (soon to be eight) year relationship 🥺🥰🤍

𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 | han jisung :)

𝗡𝗢 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 | @oshimee ; @bintific ; @amyyscorner ; @luckieleaf ; @hanjsquokka ; @mnwrld ; @eoieopda

[sunflowerseob]

Candy Curse | Kim Jongseob

You really never know what's in your Halloween candy...

Piwontober Day 28

Prompt: creampie/edging/sexpollen with kim jongseob

🍬 Pairing: bestfriend!kimjongseob x reader

🍬 Word Count: 5.3k

🍬 Genre: Smut, pwp, besties to lovers, fluff

🍬 Rating: 18+

🍬 Warnings: Seob and reader get really competitive playing Mario Kart, explicit language, accidental consumption of aphrodisiac chocolates, looooots of tension, making out, hair pulling, biting, marking, scratching, dirty talk, teasing, explicit sexual content, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, needy!Seob, subby!Seob, hand job, oral (m receiving), deep throating, edging, crying, unprotected sex (pls be safe ‼️), riding, creampie, it ends soft and chaotic bc guess that's my brand 🤩

A/N: Happy Kinktober (again lol) 👻 Sorry about this being a little late, but I hope you still enjoy! This is for day 28 of @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts Piwontober event 🎃 Thank you so much to anyone who has read and supported any of my fics I really appreciate you endlessly 🥹🩵

Also I wanna dedicate this to my fave Seobrangi, and Seob writer, and just writer in general, who's also one of my best friends @strawberry-seob this one is for you bestie ilysm 😘💕 Hope I was able to honor the Seobrangi writer name 🫡

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“Ughhh, Seob, enough with the excuses.” you groaned, tossing your controller aside in frustration.

Your friend stared back at you in disbelief, “Wha…they’re not excuses! I told you I can’t concentrate because I’m hungry, and it’s giving you an unfair advantage.”

You wanted to strangle the little shit so bad, but instead you just raised an eyebrow at him.

“The unfair advantage being that I’m just better than you at this, and you’re being a little bitch about it.” you said back matter of factly.

“Because I’m fucking hungry!” Jongseob argued back, throwing a pillow in your direction that you just barely dodged in time.

“Okay, well, you can eat this controller when I shove it down your throat.” you threatened as you got to your feet.

Annnd this was why you and Jongseob weren’t supposed to play Mario Kart together unsupervised anymore.

He completely ignored you, more than used to your competitive and aggressive behavior, as he got up and walked into the kitchen behind the living room.

“Hey,” Seob called a moment later, poking his head back into the room, “Kee left already right?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me, he’s your roommate.” you grumbled back.

Your friend rolled his eyes before disappearing back into the kitchen. You huffed in irritation before picking up your phone to mindlessly scroll through your different social feeds. Jongseob strolled back into the room, a giant pumpkin shaped bowl in his hands. You noticed that it was overflowing with Halloween candy. He didn’t bother acknowledging you, just sat down on the floor with his back against the couch and placed the bowl of candy in his lap.

“Isn’t Kee gonna be mad if you eat that? He told me he spent a fortune on candy this year since we always run out.”

Jongseob once again offered no response, instead he just unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into his mouth. He chewed for several seconds before swallowing, and then turned to you with a smirk. What the fuck?

“That’s okay, I’m just gonna tell him you’re the one who ate our candy.” he voiced smugly as he opened another piece.

“Why the fuck are you like this?”

He gave a quick shrug, “I guess because you bring it out in me.”

“Oh, right, because everything is somehow magically my fault today. Sorry I forgot.” you quipped back.

Jongseob chuckled and you felt like punching him.

“Hey, you said it, not me.”

You lunged for him, making him scream before he ducked out of the way. You might’ve missed him, but you were still able to snag a few candies from the bowl.

“Fuck it, I’ll reimburse him later.” you muttered before eating one of the chocolates in your hand.

“We’re playing another cup after this. Now that I have a fair chance.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes this time, “Whatever, Seob.”

The two of you sat there eating the Halloween candy in silence. You reached for the last piece in your hand, and just stared at the wrapping for a minute. You had never seen this kind of candy before. The packaging was weirdly fancy and deep maroon in color.

“What the hell is this?” you asked aloud, attracting Jongseob’s attention.

He looked up from his spot on the floor and observed the candy in your hand, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know. Something that Keeho bought. It was in kind of a smaller bag so it must be expensive, whatever it is.” was the only explanation your friend offered.

“He would buy some bougie ass Halloween candy.” you remarked, earning a laugh from Jongseob.

You smiled at the slight shift in the mood. Yes, you drove each other crazy a lot of the time, but Jongseob was still one of your best friends. You loved to give him shit since he was younger than you, but you also felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards him at the same time. Your typical love/hate bestie relationship really.

When you opened the wrapping, the chocolate inside looked like any other store brand candy. The only noticeable difference was some kind of insignia on the dark square itself. You only hesitated briefly before slipping the candy into your mouth. When you bit down, the taste that exploded across your tongue was unreal. A moan slipped past your lips, completely out of your control. Jongseob jolted like he’d been shocked, and you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Dude what the fuck?!” he exclaimed, and it was impossible to miss the blush dusting his cheeks.

Your own face felt hot as you tried to defend yourself, “S-Stop making it weird! The chocolate is just really good okay. T-Try it for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“Y/N…that was so sus.” Jongseob went on, his dark eyes squinted and calculated as they focused on you.

Well fuck, you were never going to live this down. But then he was reaching back into the bowl to dig out a chocolate for himself. His fingers slowly opened the maroon wrapping to reveal the chocolate inside. You scooted closer, eager to see what his reaction would be to the strange candy.

“Could you be any creepier about this right now?”

“Just shut up and eat it.” you griped back at him.

“It’s literally just chocolate,” Jongseob started as the treat disappeared inside his mouth, “I don’t see what the big deal is- Oh my goddddddd.”

Hearing him groan out in pleasure did something strange to your insides. What the fuck was in that chocolate?

“I fucking told you!” you piped up, hoping and praying that you weren’t blushing the same way he had been moments earlier.

“I can’t believe Kee bought this for trick or treaters. Kids don’t deserve this shit.”

“You’re right, they don’t.” you agreed simply before leaning down to yank the bowl away from him.

“Hey!” Seob shouted as he angrily got to his feet.

“You snooze you lose, Seobie.” you mocked, snatching another mystery chocolate from the pumpkin and popping it into your mouth.

You hummed as it melted on your tongue, “Respectfully, I want to fuck this chocolate.”

Jongseob made a sudden grab for the bowl, and you were too distracted by the bliss your taste buds were experiencing to react in time. You jumped up from the couch, but your friend was already backing away and holding the candy out of reach.

“Look, you already ate two. Keeho is definitely gonna be suspicious if we eat too many, and I don’t even wanna think about how much it would cost if we had to reimburse him… So, I’m gonna eat one more, and then we’re even okay?”

Normally, it absolutely would not have been okay, but you were feeling oddly relaxed all of a sudden. You found yourself giving in and nodding in agreement. Jongseob stared back at you in surprise, “Wait, really? That’s it?”

“Yeah, well, you’ve annoyed me so much today that now I’m just drained.” you said before plopping back down on the couch.

He glared at you, saying nothing as he ate another chocolate. This time, you actually saw a shiver run through him, and that weird feeling from earlier resurfaced. He carried the bowl back into the kitchen, probably to get rid of the temptation. When he emerged a minute later, something about his demeanor had shifted. He seemed lighter, maybe?

“You too drained to let me smoke your ass on the track?” Jongseob challenged.

He was smiling at you, little crooked canine poking out of his mouth. A feature you knew he had but had never really noticed until now. Huh. It was kinda cute. Just like a little. And since when was his hair so fluffy. And when did he start wearing such tight shirts. And when-

“So, uh, are we racing or what?”

Thank god he had chosen then to interrupt your insanity spiral. You really needed to get your shit together. This was Jongseob for fuck’s sake. It was Jongseob…

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you registered a hand on your forehead, your friend coming into focus in front of you. How had you never noticed the smattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks. Also the little stud in his nose looked really good on him. A little too good.. You took in his soft features, lingering just a moment too long on his lips. Jongseob laughed at your spacey behavior, making your heart do something terrifying in your chest, “You feeling okay? You’re not just trying to make me feel bad and go easy on you right?”

You mentally slapped yourself across the face as you forced yourself to snap out of it.

“Even if you did, I guarantee you still wouldn’t beat me.” you replied, falling back into your much more familiar and comfortable dynamic.

His hand dropped from your forehead. Definitely much safer.

“Only one way to find out.” Seob voiced, and you saw something truly devious in his dark eyes. 

You easily beat him on the first couple of tracks, but then you started to get really distracted. The distraction being your best friend sitting on the floor five feet away from you. He had this habit of sticking his tongue out the tiniest bit when he was concentrating, and you kept seeing him doing it out of the corner of your eye. God. You really needed to stop looking at his tongue. And his lips. And just him in general.

At some point, during all your staring, he had taken the opportunity to pass you and pull ahead to first place.

“Yes! Whoo!” he yelled in excitement, throwing his head back.

Warm affection washed over you. What the fuck was happening?

You fully locked in for the last course, and it was close, but you still ended up crossing the finish before him.

“Better luck next time, Seobie.” you teased, leaning over to ruffle his hair.

Holy shit. Had he always had such soft hair. Now that you thought about it, his newly dyed two toned locks really did suit him… Jongseob shrugged your hand off before whirling around to face you, “That last one didn’t count! My bangs were falling in my eyes so I couldn’t see. We gotta play one more.”

“Your bangs made you lose? Are you shitting me right now?”

He pouted back at you and pointed at the pieces of hair curtaining his forehead. Was it a bullshit excuse? Well, yes. But were you struggling with how cute he was being right now? Also yes.

“Fine, you baby. We’ll have one final rematch. But first, come here.”

Jongseob’s expression immediately showed his suspicion, and you couldn’t say you blamed him.

“Yeah, uh, no. You’re gonna hit me or something.”

You sighed in frustration, “Oh my god, I’m not gonna hit you. Seob, just come here.”

He gave you one last apprehensive look before coming to sit in between your legs hanging off the couch. Your heart knocked against your rib cage. You were hyper aware of his face being right next to your bare thighs. You could’ve sworn Jongseob had noticed it too based on the way his cheeks tinted pink. His body went rigid as he forced himself to face straight towards the TV.

You pulled your hair tie off your wrist, cursing yourself for the way your hands were shaking as you gripped some of his wavy locks. The way Seob’s breath hitched rang out loudly in the living room.

“Wait, what are you-”

“This way you can’t use the bangs excuse anymore.” you answered, cutting him off.

There was an almost tangible shift in the air. You found yourself so tuned into Jongseob’s breathing, noting each inhale and exhale while you gathered his hair to pull it back into a small ponytail. You gave a final tug, harder than you had meant to, and the man in between your legs let out a soft moan. Fucking hell. Why did he sound like that.

“Seob, did you just…” you trailed off, not able to say the words.

“NO SHUT UP!” he yelled defensively before jerking from your touch and burying his head in his knees.

Wordlessly, you maneuvered around him to get to your feet. He continued hiding his face, refusing to look at you. You frowned, turning away to walk into the kitchen. You were convinced there had been something in those chocolates, and you needed to know just what that was. Your heart was racing slightly as you approached the kitchen trash. You flipped the lid and peered inside. There were multiple empty candy bags, but it wasn’t hard to find the maroon bag that matched the chocolate’s packaging.

The bag was torn where Jongseob had opened it, but thankfully the writing on it was still legible. Your eyes flitted over the words, dread settling in your stomach. Enhanced and heightened pleasure. Aphrodisiac. Sex chocolate.

OH SHIT.

When you stepped back out into the living room with the bag in hand, Seob still hadn’t moved from his spot. You sat down on the couch, and he barely registered your presence.

“Seob, I need you to listen to me okay?”

You were panicked, but you made sure to keep your voice gentle. He slowly turned his head so that his face peeked out, and he was so flushed. At least now you understood why.

“What the hell is wrong with us?” he groaned.

Rather than trying to explain, you just held the bag out to him. Jongseob tentatively took it from your hand, his eyes scanning the packaging. He turned even redder as he came to the same realization as you.

“Holy shit.” he whispered, looking back and forth between the bag and you.

“I know. What the fuck was Kee thinking putting this in with the Halloween candy?” you asked in disbelief.

“He, uh, didn’t.” came Seob’s mumbled response.

“What?”

He flashed you a sheepish grin, and you felt the urge to hit him coming back.

“Seob. You didn’t.”

“It was with the other bags of Halloween candy, so I just dumped everything in. I had no idea they were his sex chocolates, I swear.”

He was talking with his hands to emphasize, which let you know he was just as distressed as you were.

“Maybe they don’t even work. Maybe we’re worrying for nothing.” you interjected, but you knew your words would fall flat.

Jongseob gave you a look that told you as much, “They definitely work.”

You knew he was right but you decided to ask anyway.

“What makes you think that?”

“Well for starters, you keep staring at me.”

Your face instantly warmed, and you tried to laugh it off.

“No, I don’t.” you argued, making him raise an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, you do.”

“Okay, well, you’re the one who moaned.”

“What makes you so sure I can’t get you to do the same?”

You choked on air, your cheeks burning furiously.

“S-Seob stop. T-That’s not funny.”

“You’re right, it’s not. But it’s all I can think about right now. And, I bet, I’m not the only one.”

He was smirking at you now, and the confusing feelings you had been experiencing traveled lower to settle in your core.

“Are you fucking insane? Seob, we’re friends. We don’t like each other like that.”

Even as the words left your lips, you found you really weren’t so sure anymore.

“See, I thought so too,” Jongseob said, getting to his feet so that he was now standing in between your legs, “but the things I’m thinking about you right now definitely aren’t friendly.”

You gasped softly, you had never seen this man be so forward the entire time you had known him. How in the hell had you gone from killing each other over Mario Kart to this? The scariest part was that the more the two of you played into whatever was happening, the less wrong it felt. You decided to try playing back, just to see if he was really serious.

“And what kind of things are you thinking about me right now?”

You never should’ve called his bluff because the next thing you knew, he was leaning down and caging you in on the couch with his arms on either side of your head. Your heart suddenly felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

“Things like how bad I want to kiss you. And wondering if you would let me.”

His eyes kept drifting to your lips as he said it, and it was really starting to consume you. Just how bad you wanted him right now.

“And if I said I would?” you pressed before you could think better of it.

Jongseob’s eyes dilated slightly, and you squirmed back and forth on the couch. You felt his fingers on your chin, holding you still as he looked down at you, “I want to hear you say that you want me to.”

A shiver ran through your body, and Seob’s smug grin let you know he’d noticed it too.

“Just to be clear, it’s because of the candy. And if we do this, we never speak of it again.” you stated, trying to hold onto your last shred of control.

“Yeah, okay, I’m good with that. Now, say it.”

That last shred slipped through your fingers.

“Seob, kiss me.”

The moment his lips descended on yours, it became startlingly apparent. It was not just because of the candy. 

He groaned softly as his hands came up to cradle your cheeks, one of his knees slotting in between your legs. Your hands fisted into his dark gray tank, tugging him closer. Jongseob slid a hand underneath your back before repositioning you so that you were laying across the couch with him falling on top of you. The kiss grew more heated, and you opened your mouth up to him. His tongue licked into your mouth hungrily, and your fingers got lost in his two toned waves. His hands were all over you. Brushing your neck, gripping your thighs, sneaking under your shirt. It was too much and not nearly enough all at the same time.

You nipped at his bottom lip, and were rewarded with your new favorite sound. Jongseob moaning.

“Fuck. You sound so hot when you do that.” you told him in between kisses.

He smiled against your mouth, his canine poking into your lip.

“I thought that too. Except, I wanted it to be because of me and not the chocolate.” he said before mouthing along your jaw.

You sighed, your nails scraping against his scalp. His teeth grazed your neck, his tongue soothing the spot immediately after, and you shuddered underneath him. Jongseob’s hands disappeared under your shirt, fingers splayed out over your stomach.

“Can I touch you? Please.”

His plea was murmured against your skin as he sucked more color into the flesh.

“Yes.” you replied with no hesitation, your voice raspy.

You could feel him smirking into your neck, and something about it drove you crazy. His fingers inched higher, searing across your torso. Jongseob’s lips found yours once more, and you panted into his mouth while his hands slid around to your back to unclasp your bra. You sat up briefly, Seob still chasing your mouth as you slid the garment down your shoulders and out from under your shirt. The moment you laid back down, his greedy fingers were slipping back under the material to palm at your breasts.

“Fuck,” he hissed, thumb stroking over your nipple, “you’re so soft.”

You arched into his touch, “Seob.”

He groaned at your response, and then his fluffy head was disappearing underneath your shirt. You moaned obscenely the moment he took your perked bud into the warmth of his mouth. He poked his head back out, sporting an absolute shit eating grin.

“Told you.” 

You shook your head, laughing slightly.

“God, you’re so annoying.”

“Mmm, yeah. And you know what, I’m not nearly done annoying you yet. Not even close.” he voiced wickedly before diving back under your shirt.

His tongue flicked over your same nipple, his fingers twisting and pinching your neglected one. You writhed underneath him, feeling something hard brush against your inner thigh. The realization that you had been the one to do that to him left you feeling dizzy.

“You’re so hot, Y/N. Shit.” 

Jongseob’s voice was nearly unrecognizable, his words coming out low and rough. You could feel his lips leaving various marks all over your tits. It would be kinda hard to pretend like this never happened with reminders of him all over your body. But right now he was making you feel such immense pleasure that you really couldn’t be bothered to worry about it too much. 

Seob’s hands were on the move again, sliding down your stomach and teasing at the top of your shorts.

“I bet you’re so wet right now.”

“Shut up.” you shot back, your face on fire.

Jongseob resurfaced from under your shirt, and you clenched around nothing at the sight of his swollen lips. Somehow his little ponytail was still intact, but the rest of his hair was a complete mess. His dark eyes were blown out with lust as they trailed down your body. He ran a finger along the top of your panties that were poking out of your shorts, “You gonna let me find out? Just how soaked you are right now.” 

“Remember, it’s the candy. Don’t let it go to your head, Seobie.” you reminded him, knowing you were lying through your fucking teeth.

“Sure it is.” he said, rolling his eyes before slipping his fingers inside your panties. 

You jerked below him as soon as his digits came into contact with your slick folds.

“Shit. You are fucking drenched.” he hissed, his fingers circling around your clit and making you gasp.

Jongseob was intensely focused on your face as he easily slid a finger inside you. He slowly pumped the digit in and out, turning you into a panting mess underneath him. 

“God. Can’t believe you feel this good just around my fingers.”

“Seob.” you whined, and he responded by adding a second finger.

“Gonna make you come. Because if this is the only time we’re doing this, then I’m gonna make sure it’s something you remember.”

His fingers sinfully crooked inside you, and your back lifted off the couch. You buried your face in his arm as the band inside you wound tighter and tighter. He leaned down, his lips right by your ear, “I know I’m gonna have a hard time forgetting about this. Just how good your cunt feels.”

He was up to three fingers now, while his thumb strummed across your clit, and you clenched tight around his digits.

“Seob, fuck!” you cried out, your orgasm knocking the wind out of you.

Jongseob swore as you soaked his fingers, continuing to fuck you through your high, and peppering kisses along your neck. His fingers were coated in you when he finally pulled them out of your panties. You noticed the way his cock twitched in his dark jeans at the sight. He looked like a man possessed as he pushed the fingers into his mouth, moaning while he sucked them clean. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Definitely would not be forgetting that visual anytime soon.

“Jongseob, what the fuck?” you groaned, overwhelmed by all the different sensations. 

He held your eyes as his lips pulled off his fingers with a wet pop, and you nearly came again.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet. Even better than the candy.”

The only way to describe how you were feeling in that moment was feral. Absolutely fucking feral. Which led to you tackling Jongseob, making him let out a little scream as you pinned him underneath you on the couch. You crashed your lips against his, swallowing whatever he was gonna say. 

“My turn.” you said against his mouth, one of your hands reaching down to palm him over his jeans.

“Fuck. Please.”

The needy edge in his voice was absolutely delicious. You continued kissing him lazily, Jongseob desperately licking into your mouth. You undid his jeans before dipping your hand into his boxers to wrap around his erection. He released a shaky breath that turned into a moan as you stroked him leisurely. Your thumb smeared the pre cum leaking from his tip, “So messy, Seobie.”

The man under you whimpered, his hips bucking up to fuck your fist. You broke away from his lips so that you could watch him while you touched him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he tossed his head from side to side as you continued pumping him.

“What do you want, Seobie? You want me to suck you off?” you teased, running your tongue along his neck.

Jongseob practically convulsed underneath you, and you were loving how he was submitting to you right now.

“Please,” he gasped, “need your mouth.”

You hummed as you pulled him out of his boxers, his cock springing up against his stomach. You moved down his body before licking a stripe along the underside.

“Fucking shit.” Jongseob hissed, his fingers digging harshly into the couch. 

You chuckled, “And so sensitive too.”

You slowly began taking him into your mouth, and he let out a moan that was borderline pornographic. The further you went, the more he squirmed and panted underneath you. You pulled off of him suddenly, and Jongseob whined at the loss of your mouth. You returned to working him with your hand instead.

“You’re so fun to play with, Seobie. Gonna make the most of it if this is the only chance we get.”

“Please. Wanna come.” he begged, sounding breathless.

You dropped your hand, and Jongseob cried out when you took him as far down your throat as you could manage. 

“Your mouth, fuck. Feels too good.”

You hummed around him, and his cock twitched in your mouth. You would speed up, get him right to the edge, and then slow back down again. 

“So mean, Y/N. I need to come, please.”

You replaced your mouth with your hand again, “Awww Seobie, but don’t you wanna fuck me?”

He bolted upright so fast that it actually made you jump.

“Are you being serious?”

You stroked him faster, relishing the way his eyes started to roll back.

“If you wanna fuck me, then you can’t come.”

Jongseob looked close to tears as he pouted at you.

“Why are you like this?” he groaned, and you slowed your pace down again.

“I guess because you bring it out in me.” you said, mocking him from earlier before wrapping your lips around his tip again.

“Fuuuuuuuck.”

This time, your mouth and hands worked in tandem, and when you looked up at Jongseob, a handful of tears were trailing down his cheeks. His cock was practically spasming in your mouth, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. You let him fall from your lips with a pop.

“You wanna fill me up, Seobie? Fuck me full of your cum?”

“Please.” he wheezed as more tears ran down his face, “Need to fuck you.”

You needed it too. So bad you could hardly stand it. You stepped back from the couch to slip your shirt over your head and slide your shorts and panties down your legs. Jongseob weakly picked up his head, and his eyes looked ready to pop out as he took in your naked figure. He reached down to push his jeans and boxers out of the way. 

“How do you wanna do this, Seobie?” you asked as you stood over him. 

In a flash of movement, his arms yanked you down to straddle him, making you yelp in surprise.

“Fuck, want you to ride me.”

You raised up to position your entrance over his cock, “Don’t forget, it’s the candy.”

Jongseob settled his hands on your waist, roughly gripping your hips.

“Shut the fuck up, and just sit on my dick already.”

You saluted him, earning a series of giggles in response. You slowly sank down onto him, Seob’s nails leaving crescents in your skin. 

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

You were so worked up that you didn’t even bother starting out slow. By the way Jongseob aggressively fucked up into you, you guessed that he didn’t mind. You felt his arms wrap around your back as he moved to sit up, pulling you with him. You braced your arms against the back of the couch, the new angle making you bounce in his lap. Seob mouthed at your breast, his fingers curling against your back as he held you close.

“Fuck…Seob…” you panted out, your head falling back. 

“Can’t, shit, wait to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Please, fill me up, Seobie.”

Jongseob growled, his lips still wrapped around your nipple, but then he was crashing your mouths together. It was all tongue and teeth as his thrusts started to lose their rhythm. You buried your hands in his hair, tugging at the strands. Seob moaned against your lips, and your walls clenched around him.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

His cock twitched inside you, Jongseob shuddering underneath you before you felt him filling you up. You were right behind him, crying out his name as you fell apart. The two of you held onto each other as you tried to catch your breath. When you pulled back to look at him, his canine was poking out in the most endearing way. Your heart swelled, and you leaned forward to gently press your lips to his. You could feel Jongseob smiling into the kiss.

“Soooo, maybe it wasn’t just the candy.” 

“Yeah, no shit.” Seob retorted before pinching your side, sending you into a fit of giggles.

He started full on tickling you, and you shrieked before jumping up from the couch. You felt something drip down your leg as you stood up. You glanced down, and when you looked back up, Jongseob was focused on the mess between your legs. He licked his lips, his eyes trailing back up to your face, and frankly, the man looked like he wanted to eat you.

“Yeah, no way I’m gonna be able to forget that. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You were contemplating whether or not to initiate some kind of round two, when you heard the door to the apartment opening. You were pretty sure the fear on Jongseob’s face must have matched your own. You grabbed a throw blanket, quickly throwing it over the two of you as you sat back down on the couch. Seob’s hand found one of yours under the blanket, giving it a squeeze. 

“Seob, did you put my sex chocolate in with the Halloween candy? What the fuck, man.”  Keeho called from the kitchen.

He walked into the living room a moment later, the pumpkin bowl clutched in his hands. He took in you and Seob on the couch, his eyes growing wide.

“Did you guys eat my chocolate?!”

You and Jongseob exchanged sheepish grins. 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. That’s it, you’re both officially banned from Mario Kart from now until forever. And clean this shit up, you disgusting animals. Oh, and you owe me and Taeyang some new chocolate. Hope you horny little freaks are happy.”

Keeho gave both of you one last look of disappointment before strolling right back out of the apartment. You and Jongseob both busted out laughing as soon as the door closed behind him.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty happy.” he managed to get out in between fits of laughter, canine poking out adorably. 

You clutched his hand that you were still holding, “Yeah, me too.”

[starryjiung]

of pleasure and pain

day 16 of piwontober

shower sex / fingering with yoon keeho

NSFW - 18+ MDNI

wc: 1.6k

tags: superhero au, villain!keeho, hero!reader, scars, blood, wounds, weapons, mentions of murder/killing people, fingering, shower sex, pet names, praise, degradation, reader uses she/her pronouns and has a clitoris and vagina, keeho refers to reader as girl

a/n: omg my smut debut look at me go! here is my little thanks to section, because I have to mention @enbyjjunie who has been helping motivate me, brainstorm with me, and beta read!! of course a huge thank you to @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for managing this whole event, and bringing all of us together. and to all the other amazing writers who are part of the project, I am so excited to be publishing my fic alongside yours ♡

Blood stained the white shower tiles, mixing with the soap bubbles to create intricate shapes as it swirled down the drain. The water rinsed everything off, every bit of blood, sweat, and grime that could be found on your bodies. If anything stuck in the corners, it wasn’t your problem, since this was Keeho’s bathroom. His white tiles, his cleaning headache. Not that you paid it much mind in the moment, with your back up against the cool glass of his shower doors, Keeho’s hands and mouth all over you.

“Fuck, careful where you place your hands,” he mumbled in your ear, shrugging your hand off his shoulder. You glanced over to see a fairly new bruise blossoming right where you had grabbed him, and couldn’t help the smirk that overtook your features.

“Got you good today, didn’t I?” you asked, the amusement short lived as you immediately felt a sharp stabbing pain on your hip in retaliation.

Keeho had pressed down on a fresh slashing wound from your fight earlier, making you yelp and instantly grab onto his arms for support, as your legs wobbled under you. Even though you had ended the night on a high, Keeho having to retreat from the city beaten and bruised, it was not like you had made it out completely unscathed. Keeho was an expert at wielding his signature twin poignard daggers, the many cuts on your body being evidence of this.

“I like it better when you shut up.”

“Someone’s a sore loser,” you mumbled, slowly trailing off as he leaned back into your space, caging you in between his arms against the now steamy glass door. He looked down at you with sharp eyes, and you noticed another bruise forming on his left cheekbone, no doubt the result of you hitting him with the blunt end of your glaive.

You and Keeho were the perfect match, two sides of the same coin in every way possible. The first time you had gone head to head, both of you had been left in awe of the other’s abilities. Not that any of you would ever admit it. Keeho’s teleportation powers and your super speed balanced each other out so well, one was never more than half a step ahead of the other. This resulted in fights purely being decided on combat skills and luck, as you wounded each other at a speed too high for the onlookers to perceive.

You turned your head slightly, pressing your lips firmly to his pretty bruise, making sure he both felt the warmth of the kiss, and was reminded of the earlier impact with your weapon. Your kisses softened as you trailed down the side of his face, your hands leaving his toned upper arms to explore the expanse of his naked upper body.

“I could have killed you today, you really should be nicer to me,” you said in between open mouthed kisses at his jawline.

“Oh yes, imagine those headlines. “Darling hero of Metro City commits murder on open street!” You can never kill me sweetheart, there would be an outrage,” he replied, eyes closed as you worked down his neck. “And your heart is too soft to do it.”

You decided to ignore his statement, not wanting to agree with him, and instead grabbed his hips to push up against. As soon as your front came in contact with his hard cock, Keeho let out a low groan, one you could feel vibrating in his throat as you had your face buried right in the crook of his neck. Not a second later, Keeho’s arms were back around you, holding you close in order to maintain the friction between your bodies.

As you were grinding against each other, you felt a shiver down your spine, the water on your body slowly drying and giving way to the cold air coming in from below. Before you even had time to adjust, Keeho was already pulling you back under the hot stream coming from the showerhead.

Standing even closer together now, in order for both of you to enjoy the warm water, Keeho rested his forehead against your temple, his face only a breath away as his hands travelled down the sides of your body. His hair was dripping down onto his collarbones, where you saw a paper-thin scar, long healed, but no doubt your doing. Most of the scars littering your body were left by him as well, reminders of every fight, every battle, every night spent together afterwards.

“How come you have never killed me?” you thought out loud.

You felt Keeho’s hands stop, just for half a second, before continuing to glide over your skin, his right pointer finger tracing a newly healed gash along your outer thigh, the skin raised and still pink. His doing.

“I mean, you’ve had the chance several times,” you continued, not satisfied with his silence.

For a few seconds, the sound of water hitting skin and tile was the only thing you could hear in the bathroom. Then you felt Keeho smile against your cheek.

“Yeah well, keeping you alive is way more fun, means I get to do this.”

His hand quickly moved from your leg to in between your bodies, his finger finding your clit and beginning to rub small circles without a moment’s hesitation. You immediately grabbed onto his shoulders for stability, all thoughts of the forming bruise there gone for now. A choked moan got stuck in your throat, which made Keeho giggle.

“Look at you, already struggling to stand and I have barely touched you,” he said, lips right next to your ear as his hand kept moving at the pace he knew you liked. “Wonder what the good people of Metro City would think of their precious hero, if they knew she was whimpering like a slut in my shower.”

“Oh fuck you,” you managed to gasp out, throwing your head back to rest against the wet tile behind you. This got a proper laugh out of Keeho, who now had a much better view of your upper body, taking full advantage of your new position.

“Later, maybe. For now I want you to beg for my fingers, can you do that, angel?” he asked.

You did not want to give him the satisfaction of begging, but the way he was rubbing circles on your clit also felt too good to object. Just then, his fingertips went further down, teasing at your entrance and making you inhale sharply.

You were dripping wet, more than one could expect you to be after such a short amount of time with Keeho’s hands on you. But just as he was to blame for most of the scars on your body, Keeho had also become responsible for the vast majority of your orgasms. He knew exactly what to do to have you moaning and begging for him, and in that moment you felt every ounce of pride and composure leave your body. You knew the pleasure he would reward you with was worth so much more.

“Please-” you started your sentence, cutting yourself off with a high pitched whine as Keeho’s fingers moved back up to your clit.

“Sorry could you repeat that sweetheart? I can’t hear you over all that pathetic whimpering,” he said, tilting his head slightly with an amused smile, as he watched you lose yourself to the feeling of his hands on you.

“Please! Please please I want you fingers inside me so bad Keeho, fuck, please,” you cried out, the grip you had on his shoulders becoming so tight, it would surely leave marks for the day after. None of you paid it any mind, however, used to much more permanent reminders of each other.

“That’s my good girl.”

Keeho slipped a single finger inside your wetness, quickly realising that you were turned on enough for him to add a second one immediately. The feeling of him inside of you, slowly stretching your walls, was enough to have you moaning uncontrollably. When he started curling his fingers up towards himself, you could feel how close you were already.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, being so obedient for me. Everyone else sees you fight, but only I know how good you are at giving in to me,” he said, eyes focused on where his fingers were pumping in and out of you.

You could do little more than nod, your breaths coming out as a mix of whines and sharp exhales. Both of you knew you were not going to last much longer.

“I want to feel you cum around my fingers, angel. Cum for me.”

He had barely finished the sentence, before you cried out, your orgasm hitting you as soon as he gave permission. Keeho could feel you clenching around him, coming undone as he continued to curl his fingers inside you. He had seen your face in complete ecstacy like this more times than he could count, and yet he craved it like a drug. The knowledge that he could have this effect on you too, the cuts on your body telling a story so different from the pleasure painting your features in that moment.

As you came down from the high, Keeho slowly removed his fingers again, letting the water rinse away your wetness, just as it had cleaned you off your blood.

Pulling yourself closer to him again, you leaned your face on his shoulder as your breathing returned to normal. Small crescent shaped indentations were left in the reddening bruise, and you found yourself leaving small pecks on each one, as Keeho brought his arms around you under the water.

How were you ever supposed to kill each other, when being alive together felt so good.

[kisseobie]

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welcome p1eces! we have finally made it to the second stage of piwontober 24’! writers have been assigned, prompts and dates are ready, and we are so excited to share this collaborative event with everyone here on the p1harmony tumblr community <3

we would also like to thank you all for applying <3 we tried to distribute the works as evenly as possible amongst members but you can always dm us with concerns! me and @sxfterhearts are here to guide and work with you all throughout this event!! if you feel as if you cannot post in a timely manner, or if you are one of the writers with two works and it’s too stressful to manage, don’t hesitate to reach out! we want this experience to be fun and not stressful 🧡

wc minimum: 1k words <3

note: this page/link will be the the full masterlist as well! we will link each work under each day as they are posted so this will be the main post to refer to from now on! also, writers have the option to choose as many prompts as they want from the three choices, so be aware that not all of them will be used in every work depending on what the writer envisions for the story 💟

PROMPT LIST + ASSIGNED WRITERS

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DAY 1: lingerie/first time/degradation with yoon keeho

writer: @hrts4christian

DAY 2: deep throating/wet dream/cum eating with choi taeyang

writer: @jiungsdaisy

DAY 3: phonesex/sexting/foreplay/dystopia with choi jiung

writer: @sxfterhearts

DAY 4: hunter/prey/blindfold/forced orgasm with haku shota

writer: @kissoulie

DAY 5: food play/biting/marks/drunk sex with hwang intak

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 6: roleplay/reunion sex/discipline with kim jongseob

writer: @strawberry-seob

DAY 7: praise kink/spanking/corruption with yoon keeho

writer: @written-by-3racha

DAY 8: gunplay/dirty talk/stockholm syndrome with choi taeyang

writer: @strawberry-seob

DAY 9: threesome/aftercare/gangbang with choi jiung & hwang intak

writer: @starryjiung

DAY 10: mirror sex/orgasm denial/amnesia with haku shota

writer: @seobover

DAY 11: sensory deprivation/public sex/choking with kim jongseob

writer: @yummyyumberries

DAY 12: pregnancy/formal wear/daddy kink with choi taeyang

writer: @jiungsdaisy

DAY 13: make-up sex/face sitting/blackmail with choi jiung

writer: @playerninth

DAY 14: overstimulation/massaging/begging with hwang intak

writer: @wispyxjae

DAY 15: double penetration/oral sex/jealousy with haku shota & kim jongseob

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 16: bath/shower sex/fingering/torture with yoon keeho

writer: @starryjiung

DAY 17: face-fucking/anal sex/shame/guilt with choi taeyang

writer: @sunflowerseob

DAY 18: hate/angry sex/competence kink/forced marriage with choi jiung

writer: @sxfterhearts

DAY 19: breath play/body worship/slave/master with hwang intak

writer: @leepace

DAY 20: hair-pulling/thigh riding/bondage with haku shota

writer: @seobover

DAY 21: size difference/window/balcony sex/powerplay with kim jongseob

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 22: sleepy sex/lactation kink/stalking with yoon keeho

writer: @written-by-3racha

DAY 23: sub/dom/temperature play/captive with choi taeyang

writer: @jiungsdaisy

DAY 24: seduction/against a wall/somnophilia with choi jiung

writer: @sminiac

DAY 25: breeding/masturbation/harem with ot6 p1harmony

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 26: A/B/O/accidental stimulation/incest with hwang intak

writer: @leepace

DAY 27: sixty-nine/glory hole/voyeurism with haku shota

writer: @kissoulie

DAY 28: creampie/edging/sex pollen with kim jongseob

writer: @sunflowerseob

DAY 29: age difference/teasing/forbidden with yoon keeho

writer: @hakuheartsoul

DAY 30: FREE CHOICE with yoon keeho

writer: @hrts4kyo

thank you 💝

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feel free share this post as widely as possible with your writer friends and use #piwontober24 to spread the word!

note for hashtags: use the prompt list #dlkinktober2024 and potentially tag the user @dreamlandcreations for prompt credits! writers, once again, please make sure to use the hashtag #piwontober24 under your writings so that they are easier to navigate for readers! happy smut writing! ✶

[playerninth]

P.S I LIKE YOU (TOO) ⪧ DAY 13 OF PIWONTOBER

non idol!jiung x fem!reader (smut mdni)

彡 – everything transpired after a single drunken mistake—you and your best friend getting inspired after watching: ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’ one friday night after midterm week had dragged on. except, you weren’t lara jean covey. and no one’s exactly a peter kavinsky in your life. all you’ve got is a last chance to retake your econ class for the second time, and an undeniably attractive guy as a project partner. a thought you wouldn’t express out loud. but what if he accidentally receives your drunk written love letter detailing just how much you thought of it so?

author's note: the way this thing had a billion revisions before reaching this stage... anyway, although i'm incredibly late TT i'm still very excited to share with you guys yet another jiung fic!! also, i can't forget to mention how amazing @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts are for hosting piwontober & bringing the p1ece community together♡ it's my first time joining these sort of events, and i had a lot of fun writing! + apologies for any typos! :(

word count: 7.9k

warnings: smut, blackmail, make up sex, face-sitting, seven minutes in heaven

comments are welcome♡ i'd love to hear your thoughts!

despite being drunk out of your mind to the point you've written that piece of tangible regret, you remember the same night all too well—the clock ticks past after hours as the mingling whiff of alcohol and a box of left over pizza hangs in the air. you were surprised you've managed to drag yourself all the way to the weekend, remnants of grueling exams left unspoken between you and your best friend whom you share a dorm room with. midterms weren't really worth mentioning when you could drown in gossip and delude about your hypothetical boyfriends.

from random guys in class, to boybands, and above all: celebrities in cheesy romcoms you've rewatched an abnormal amount. that certain night's choice was a classic between you and your best friend: 'to all the boys i've loved before.'

except, you weren't lara jean covey. and no one's exactly a peter kavinsky in your life. yet, hell breaks loose when you receive a text from choi jiung one fated morning that had you unleash a piercing shriek, and thankfully, had locked yourself in a stall at an empty bathroom in the middle of your university campus.

not like that makes things any better than they already are.

enclosed within the four cramped walls of the bathroom stall was a feeling you'd never forget—the continuous drip of the leaking faucet and silence amplified the thudding beat of your heart. the screen of your phone glowing faintly as you stare at the message you've left on read for the past five minutes: a photo jiung had sent of the letter you've written that certain night after getting wrongfully inspired from lara jean's dilemma. unfortunately detailing an exaggerated confession on your unfiltered thoughts of jiung being totally attractive. hot, even. a running commentary on everything you wouldn’t express out loud.

this fiasco would probably cost you a couple of months avoiding a bottle of soju, because how are you going to dodge yourself out of this one? especially when his follow up message adds further salt to the wound—the envelope clearly stating your full name and address in bold, inked letters.

the seconds stretch out as the cramped stall started feeling a bit stuffier, your shaky fingers hovering over the keyboard in contemplation. you’d normally block him and just fail the damn class if it were like any other instance, except… it was your last chance to retake this subject. you couldn’t afford another fuck up.

[9:07] jiung: this letter’s handwriting strangely matches the one on your notes

[9:09] jiung: before you try to deny anything

all you ever wanted at that moment was to strangle yourself... because a love letter so vulnerable like that has no place being in a pile of notes, and to be given to your partner for a class project. when you thought handing him the material would be the end of it (after being utterly sick of his self-centered work ethic), but the universe had plans otherwise.

[9:13] y/n: it wasn’t something you’re supposed to see

[9:14] jiung: but i did

[9:16] y/n: i was drunk, okay? can we please forget about it?

[9:18] jiung: and people say drunk words are sober thoughts

[9:20] y/n: do i look like i care about stupid bullshit like that rn

[9:22] jiung: oh

[9:22] jiung: so you don’t care if people other than me see this letter?

[9:23] y/n: what

[9:24] y/n: you can’t just use that against me??

[9:26] jiung: let’s see how well this thing means so much to you then

[9:27] y/n: ???

and when you thought you’d never see the pulsating, message bubble as he types as such a dreadful thing, your nerves suspended in the most excruciating minutes. 9:28, 9:29… 9:30...

[9:31] jiung: main library, 2pm, this friday. oct 13

that was, a distant week ago. you figured you should probably show up this time, all in the name of having the existence of the letter stay between the two of you. even if it meant having to deal with the growing habit of waking up in the middle of the night from the anxiety crawling upon your thoughts. until once and for all, the day came.

your feet felt rather heavier that day, dragging your mopey figure through the winding halls of the university. the halloween spirit on campus feeling far too suffocating, the orange and black streamers hanging from the ceilings a mere blur. other people were buzzing about the upcoming university halloween party at the end of the month, yet all you ever wished was that you were some random skull decor perched at a corner, undisturbed. and that you weren't nearing the doors to the main library, a sight that you loathed with your whole being.

and there he was, choi jiung. the guy wreaking havoc in your life. okay, well—maybe not that actively, but he's been a constant force you're trying to push toward the back of your mind ever since you made such a stupid mistake, to the point you don’t even know how you could redeem yourself.

“hey,”

“hey.” you're surprised you even managed to croak out a reply, finding yourself unable to maintain eye contact with him for more than two seconds–pathetically.

you were about to claim the seat in front of him before he raises a familiar envelope nestled within his fingers, and you wasted absolutely no time at the chance. snatching the thing with vigor just to rip it to smithereens, earning a few glares from other people in the library. you couldn't care less.

jiung lets out a laugh underneath his breath, adorably irritating so, as he watches fragments of the letter fall before him like confetti. you finally settled on a seat across him, and the further time dragged on, the more it seemed to prove your written letter right.

he was undeniably magnetic, from the way his clothes drape over his shoulders, his bangs framing his face with its stark black—the waft of his perfume despite the distance. your gaze can't help itself from shifting over to his fingers with every turn of a page, almost as if he was the perfect distraction.

and that tie sitting on his collar, really? what was his major again? you couldn't be bothered to muse over whether or not academia fashion was a staple for whatever program he was taking, especially when you couldn't blame him. 'cause he truly held a sort of charm that makes you wanna ravish him right then and there. that you had to remind yourself: time and place, his glasses beginning to lean crooked subtly to the side before his finger pushed it further up his nose bridge. ultimately turning back to you—who already had eyes on him, locked.

jiung speaks, faintly registered in your currently preoccupied head. honestly, the only qualm you carry against him is that he wants to get things done, his way. which is partly the reason why this partner project has gotten awry, his ego clashing a horrible amount with your stubbornness. guess not everyone can have it after all.

of course you had to have it figured out eventually. even if it had to cost you biting down your tongue from spewing possible scathing remarks with his every word. due to the fact that any moment you tried to challenge his ideas, he'd quote all the lines he could possibly remember from your embarrassing letter. and it was only the librarian's stare pinning you down from grabbing jiung by the hair out of annoyance, because the both of you were causing quite a bit of disturbance.

“you know, i can't deny that little love letter of yours was kinda cute.” he leans forward, loving the way your face morphs into irritation.

“cute? you think it's cute that i accidentally confessed about—” you caught yourself, clearing your throat before rolling your eyes at him. “i mean, whatever. just concentrate.”

“hey, hey. finish it. about what? your quote on quote, suppressed feelings for me?” god, you so badly wanted to slap that smirk out of his face.

you could only manage to groan, running a hand through your hair. “no! i mean my deep annoyance at your inability to take me seriously, to take this project seriously!”

“excuse me, could you keep it down? this is a library.” you immediately turn towards the librarian, clutching a hand over your mouth at the realization that you might've… raised your voice a little too loud.

“sorry,” you muttered, eyes fixated on your notes sprawled over the table. “we were just—”

“working very loudly?” the librarian cut you off, and the worst part is–jiung still had the audacity to look at you with much mischief in his eyes. and that stupid smirk. “if you can’t keep quiet, i'm kindly asking you to leave.”

and that was… the last of what you've heard once you began gathering your things out of embarrassment, jiung trailing behind you like a lost puppy as you pretend you don't even know who he is, walking towards the nearest exit.

maybe choi jiung really is a constant force in your life. despite the day at the library being the last time you’d spend with him until presentations came tomorrow, it felt as if he never really left your mind. constantly drifting like a cloud over your head, lingering. and you so desperately wanted to bury him as a distant memory. busying yourself with other major projects, going out with friends, and the main event that the everyone’s been buzzing about for weeks: the awaited university halloween party.

it worked to distract you for the most part, lost within the crowd sprawled over the expanse of the green field, now only a crackle of grass beneath your heels. lights flickered along with the thump of the music’s bass. you watched the collective silhouette of people dressed in costumes, either tipsy out of their mind or buzz undying. you’d probably be seen with a red cup full of alcohol in hand, if you hadn’t sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t be touching a bottle of soju until a few months time. remnants of your little disaster from not too long ago trying to haunt you.

and so you turned to the cold air nipping at your bare skin, which you have to thank your skimpy little black dress for. the racy outfit you’d put together in an excuse to dress up as a witch, seductively at that. you partly regret bringing your witch hat with you despite contemplating about it a while ago, having to deal with the thing repeatedly slipping over your eyes. making a simple task of opening your phone to a flood of text messages, a challenge. after a couple of foiled attempts, you managed to get the gist—and that your friends are waiting for you at some frat house to join an after party.

the main event endlessly unfolds despite midnight fastly approaching. dragging your feet towards the front part of the crowd where it pulsed with much more energy, hopefully making your way towards the right direction of the area near the frat house. the music echoed like it wanted you to stay for a while, lose yourself to the beat as you tried to keep your witch hat tilted upright. not until another drag of the hat back up had your eyes flickering towards the dj manning the booth. keeping the night alive as lights hung overhead, casting a glow behind his figure and perfectly accentuating his side profile. yet the more your gaze traced the curve of his nose, the tousle of his hair as he let himself move to the rhythm.

for a split second the lights confirmed your suspicion, except you didn’t want to say anything. say his name, his everything, crawling back to your mind. you’d even forgotten why you were trying to erase him from your thoughts. maybe, just maybe… it wouldn’t be too bad to keep your eyes rested on him this time around. and it wasn’t as if you could turn away if you tried regardless.

there was something about catching sight of this side of him you never knew he had. at that moment, it felt like it was only the both of you existing in a bubble of your own. there was quite a distance between his position at the makeshift stage and yours below; nevertheless, the sparkle within his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. and in that moment nothing else mattered, the difficulty of trying to tear your stare away from him weighing over you.

no, no, no. not again. not this time.

the after party at the frat house, right.

reality comes crashing in once more, blinking rapidly as you tried to bump your way through the crowd. glancing everywhere you could to seek refuge, any way out, somewhere. mind racing with a mantra, “forget him forget him forget about him,” suppressing everything you’ve ever thought of the moment you laid eyes on him. chalking it up to the fact that it was probably your unrequited feelings for him hitting you like a brick. but… it wasn’t like you were ever serious about him, weren’t you?

your feet felt heavy trying to keep him out of reach, away from the taunt of his presence. the further you tried to push through what seems to be the edge of the field had you jostled within the crowd, and it didn’t help the flashing lights began disorienting your vision. you hastily fish your phone out, scrolling for past messages to double check the location of the frat house. except you realized, you weren’t really sure where to go from here.

your chest tightens. trying to take in sharper breaths as the mass of people were closing in around you, trying to push more, yet was met with more resistance. the smell of alcohol and loud noise started swallowing you, panic rushing through your veins. this is bad. this is really really bad.

and all of a sudden you heard a faint call, your ears picking it up with its subtlety. it was a brief echo through the music, until you heard it once more.

“y/n! over here!”

you swiftly whip your head around to scan the blur of faces, pulse quickening—at last, your gaze landing on someone familiar.

“i’ve been looking for you for ages.” he pants, trying to catch his breath from approaching you through the tight crowd. yoon keeho, although clad in a rather comical vampire costume, brought you a sense of relief.

“you okay? you look…”

“yeah, i’m just…. i got a bit lost.” you admit, lacing your fingers through your hair after finally taking off your witch hat.

keeho lets out a laugh beneath his breath, earning a piercing glare from you before extending a hand out to point. “you’re better off at the after party with me, everyone else is here so… it isn’t too crowded there yet.”

you hum, clutching your purse before following as keeho steps towards the way out. “come on,”

and at that, the both of you slip away from the field with its chaos, music fading far beyond the distance.

within the frat house lingered the scent of alcohol from a previous round of beer pong. it was dimly lit, but you’ll know empty red cups are strewn around from its hollow crunch beneath accidental steps. the door trickled bit by bit with newcomers, the party outside eventually simmering down to a hum, occasionally cut with bursts of laughter and constant conversation. thank god keeho had found you.

yet that was a while ago. you couldn’t decipher the exact time but it seemed way past midnight. it was a stark contrast to the huddle of people buzzing in excitement, your figure amongst them in a circle on the floor. it was probably, what… like the third or fourth round of seven minutes in heaven? the poor closet door slams open to another couple exiting, far too all over each other than you’d like to witness.

it was like that for the past thirty minutes, having to sit through rounds of people shutting themselves within the closet as you were forced to hear thumps against the wall hear and there—and you’d rather not find out what had gone on. the soju bottle in the middle of your formed circle felt like a threat as it waits to be spun, yet you couldn’t manage to grasp out of the situation from keeho’s grip on your wrist.

“you’re not leaving until the bottle points to you.” his fingers tighten his hold, his other hand bringing a drink up to his lips.

"keeho, i don’t know these people!” you whisper-shouted, narrowing your brows at him.

and it wasn’t helping that it was proving especially difficult to take him seriously with the vampire get up he had on. "that’s the thrill about it? and when i thought you’ll live up to your words when you told me you’ll get out of your comfort zone right after high school.”

it was probably your over-ambitioned self talking back then. “we’re only juniors. we have plenty of time.”

"plenty of time? you only have a year, y/n”

you didn’t bother responding, yet he’s still trying his best to provoke a reaction out of you. “no one really stands out to me right now among these strangers if i’m going to be honest. but… maybe you’ll find someone that’s your type—”

"keeho, how many times do i have to tell you that i really don’t give a fuck about anyone else here right now.”

"yeah, that! fuck.” he drags the end of his sentence in such an overly teasing tone, flashing him a look like he just said something so outrageous, because indeed it was...

"mess around a little bit, you know. get frisky in that closet or something.”

"seven minutes isn’t enough for that.”

“yeah, you would know.”

you were on the verge of landing a smack over his shoulder when a chorus of gasps erupted, drawing your attention.

and just your luck, the bottle points to you.

all you could muster was a defeated sigh, waiting for the soju bottle to spin once more to select the stranger you’d be stuck with in that closet for an excruciating seven minutes. except it never came, and only a hand reaches out to snap you out of your thoughts.

“shall we?” oh. it was that same voice you wished you weren’t at all familiar with, looking above the shadow looming over you. akin to a moth towards a flame. and it’s just a matter of figuring out who’s who between the two of you.

choi jiung, wearing a smirk that tugged on his lips that you almost wanted to slap off him, like always. you did—well, slap his hand away from your face, rolling your eyes before rising and rushing towards the closet door as he follows.

you almost missed keeho’s words, “is that…” a comment faint in volume when he recalls the day you told him all about your ‘jiung fiasco’ during a phone call.

you drowned in silence inside the closet, not even bothering to turn the light on. figures slumped against the wooden walls across each other. you hugged your knees to your chest, hyper aware of how cramped the space was and your paralyzing fear of having your legs accidentally brush against his.

all you could hear was the frantic hammer of your heartbeat within your chest, sighing in relief that he couldn’t see the flush creeping over your expression. him, well… the most you could make out from the dimness was the stupid mask you hadn’t realized he put back on.

“take that damn ghostface mask off before i punch it out of your face.”

oh, and you regret saying that, 'cause he truly took the mask off, “as you wish.”

he looked so unbelievably hot. annoyingly disproportionate to his simple costume of black fabric draped over his figure, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders just right. along with his hair falling over his eyes and—no. not another monologue of being down bad. enough.

silence hung in the air once more, not like it ever left, but the noise from outside seemed to have drained away and all it was in the moment were you and jiung, paused.

"so, what’s up with… the situation lately?” he speaks up, breaking the silence.

"you know…” you find yourself trailing off, voice small.

"know what?"

“the letter,” you finished his sentence, fragility within your words. “i never meant for you to see it.”

"you’re mad because i found out about it? y/n it’s just a letter—”

"to you, jiung. for me it was my vulnerable thoughts out in the open. t-too personal.”

your voice began to break, the air feeling heavier by the minute. the absence of sound failed to muffle the thud within your pulse. further amplified when he rests his hand over yours perched atop your knee, his touch noticeably warm. you didn’t pull away.

"right, i’m sorry. i understand, i shouldn’t have said that.”

“it’s okay. it was a mistake of mine and—i kinda… made it feel weird between us because of that.” jiung’s lips part in search of words, though you couldn’t see. his fingers tried fiddling with yours, an attempt to ease your tentative tone.

"weird how?”

"you know, ‘cause…”

"hm?”

"shut up,” fuck. you weren’t supposed to let that slip out of your lips, far too affected from how effortlessly attractive he sounded from a single, minor hum. and he didn’t even mean for it to come across like that. “sorry i, just. i can’t face you right now.”

"take your time, y/n”

yet how can you think straight when he says your name like that? the softness his voice held, the gentle tone making your heart skip a beat without fail.

"i was just caught off guard when you… did the whole blackmail thing. i’d—i thought you would just laugh it off or whatever.” you scoff lightly.

"i wouldn’t ever mock you like that. i mean, i kinda did… joke around with you at the library but! i meant it, lightheartedly.”

"mhm.” his fingers remain fidgeting with yours, your eyes drifting downwards. “i just, wanted some space. it was humiliating for me, okay?”

and then it hit jiung with a click. he might’ve went too far with the whole blackmail thing. “i get that. i never meant for you to feel that way, i just… wanted a chance to talk to you further. and spend maybe... a bit more time together.” he clarified, eventually lacing his fingers with yours, closely.

"but deep down i kinda knew you wouldn’t like, rat me out to whoever. it’s part of why i came to like you—sorry i… i know you don’t like me back and i keep talking about my feelings for you and—”

"i never said i didn’t like you back.”

"huh?”

"tell me, when did i ever tell you i don’t like you?”

the question looped within your mind. except all that there ever was is a cloud of uncertainty, his intentions slipping through your grasp like sand. what does he even mean?

"jiung, you’re confusing me.”

then all of a sudden you watch as he bursts into laughter, and you hastily grab his ghostface mask from a corner to playfully smack it against his head.

"you’re so unbelievably dense.”

you click your tongue, shoulders slumping in defeat. "it’s always been a problem of mine, i just don’t know how to handle my feelings.”

the next few words came out almost in a whisper, despite feeling your most vulnerable. “it’s probably why i… don’t have much experience with… this kinda stuff, unlike my friends.”

his fingers ceased playing with yours, now taking both of your hands in his, enveloped around yours like it were meant to be like that. warm.

“you don’t have to deal with this alone, y/n”

the moment wound down once more at the silence that fell.

"okay, look. i’ll just say it once and for all.” his tone is firm, almost commanding you to lift your gaze up at him. “i really, really like you. and i want to be with you. can we start over? please?”

you didn’t know what to respond at that instance. held frozen in place, but the rush of emotion through your nerves acted otherwise. all at once, it came washing over you like a wave.

"jiung?” you call out to him, as there goes another one of his hums. “you mean it?”

"of course i do.” he’s kneeling before you now, so damn close, it felt like your heart’s going to jump out of your chest. your pulse picks up, racing, as his other hand remains interlocked with yours and the other sneaks to caress your cheek.

jiung’s inching closer with every passing second, the air thick with anticipation as if it wasn’t already so stuffy from the cramped space. your eyes flutter shut while the only thing you could sense is the warmth of his breath against your lips. tilting your head subtly to the side, was that how they did it in the romcoms? failing to realize that you’re beginning to clutch his hand in yours harder that—“seven minutes is up!”

the closet door swings open without warning, your hands flying to push jiung away as his back meets the wall with a slight thud, watching the light stream into the cramped space. all over too soon.

yet it was just the catalyst to your eager desire; unable to take your hands off each other the moment you stepped foot outside of the closet. more like it was jiung getting rather handsy, his palm warm over the small of your back. even unabashedly pulling you closer to his side once you sink back down with the rest of the huddled group playing seven minutes. you’ve no reason to stay here anymore.

it came fleeting rather quickly, one moment he had you by the hand out of the door to that damned frat house, traversing through the empty, wasted field and towards the direction of the university dormitories. from the slightest ounce of privacy that touched your fingertips, you started yearning for more. as you reached the floor to your room, jiung wastes no time trapping you against the corridor wall, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“can i?” he mumbles against your skin, rather sensitive. and you would think he’s incapable of holding back a little kiss during the heat of the moment. except he still asks, lips beginning to ghost over you, bare.

"you don’t look like you could wait for—hngh, anything else.” you struggle underneath his grip, his hands fastening your wrists against the wall as he pushes against you impossibly closer. “i wanna hear you say yes.”

he follows, trailing further up that his nose subtly bumps on your cheek. you feel like you’re turning insane, the more time dragged on and he keeps holding back.

“please jiung, want you all over me…” you whine, a bit more when he finally presses a soft kiss over your flushed cheeks. he looked irresistible, pulling away to stare down at you with his eyes; glossed with hunger.

“even better.” and this time he inches closer once more, his lips hovering over yours tentatively, waiting for you to bridge the gap. and so you did, kissing him back with as much fervor. completely forgetting about the fact that this was the first time you’ve properly made out with someone, and you weren’t even quite sure if you’re doing it right.

it were as if jiung had a sort of sixth-sense, holding you gently by your jaw as your lips weave into a searing kiss, wet by the second as his tongue peeks out. sliding over your bottom lip. “i got you, relax.” he utters, the rumble of his voice traveling straight to your core.

jiung pulls away for a brief moment of oxygen, crashing his lips back to yours. sliding his tongue into your mouth this time ‘round, and you melt against him—weak in the knees as he rolls his wet muscle sinfully against yours.

“can’t get enough of you already,” it was a mystery how he manages to slip a few words here and there, from your pathetic state struggling to keep up with his desperate pace. proving truth to his words when the swirl of his tongue was followed by suckling on your own, that all you could do was mewl, you poor little thing.

it was dangerously risqué, anyone could simply walk into the sight of your sorry state, falling apart fully if it weren’t for jiung holding you up. keeping you upright despite the evident wobble in your knees as he continued to ravage you wantonly, done with his assault on your tongue that he’s moved to subtly bite on your bottom lip, bruised.

"mhmm.” you shudder, swallowing in a moan when he turns to the shell of your ear instead, tracing it sensitive, his spit cold once the air hit. and so he sucks, like he obsessively does, feeling every gentle flick of his tongue rush straight to your core.

you’re already so embarrassingly wet despite still being fully clothed, and his hands had done nothing but to remain over your cheek all this time. his nails raked against the thin fabric of your skimpy dress, mind turned to mush as the only thought you could render was that he needed to touch you right now. futher, more… more than you could ever fathom to beg for him out in the open.

“jiung…” you whimper, right against his ear. feeling his pants get uncomfortably tight that he just has to redirect his energy into smothering you, littering wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses on the expanse of your sensitive neck.

“yes baby?” it took him quite a while to respond, the petname sending a flutter in your chest. he tries to hold himself back before he began to litter nibbles over your skin.

his fingertips are a prickle over your body, finding yourself struggling to respond. mind blank, and you couldn’t even remember why you called out to him in the first place.

“mhmm,”

"you’re already so, horny. aren’t you?”

he’s met yet another smack to the shoulder, probably the nth time from yours this evening.

"don’t say it like that!” you tried leaning impossibly closer, your tone much less than a whisper.

nonetheless, jiung’s brain was equally as foggy, the impact of your hit disregarded. from his point of view, it was unbeknownst that your mind was swirling with how to break the looming silence. the only thing that had his attention in a headlock was the intoxicating sight of you, looking up at him, eyes glossed over in feral desire

your lips adorably bruised, proud of his insatiable work from earlier. your cheeks flushed and brows frustratingly knitted together. it was as if you’re wordlessly begging for him to kneel before you. in fact he would, right at the first syllable of anything you’d utter. and right past that was a sight behold, the swell of your breast, cleavage peeking underneath your outfit.

fuck, he needs you, mind driven towards delirium from his longing to touch. within the warmth from the palm of his hand, undoubtedly even better if he had his mouth on them, loving it wet. he needed you. so. so. badly.

"did you drink?” your voice was delicate, snapping him out of his trance.

“no.” and he was saying the truth. no sip of alcohol carried the same effect of his drunken want over your everything.

this time you took initiative, interlocking fingers with his as you dragged him towards your dorm room. every step you took in the hall felt electric, finding yourself fumbling with the key through the door as jiung’s hand teasingly dips past your waist.

at last pulling him inside, closing the door with a slam as you resume ravishing each other’s lips. you’re too dizzy at this point, his forehead pressing against yours as tries to keep you close. and with every step backwards goes a wet peck, bodies trailing toward your bed until your legs hit the edge.

and so he pushes you, gently, attempting to hold yourself up with your elbows toward the headboard. not until jiung grabs you by your thighs, nails digging over the plush—from that he abruptly yanks you back toward him and earns a surprised mewl.

“don’t go anywhere.”

“jiung, ‘m not.” yet he doesn’t answer anymore, resting his arms on either side of your head. you’ll never catch him without his lips on you, searching, sucking less than harshly that he might as well leave a mark. every nibble and flick of his tongue had you writhing beneath, and you couldn’t help but spread your legs open. hoping he’d take the hint.

he’s turning you breathless, with every press of his lips over your skin igniting such flame in your tummy.

“touch me jiung, please,” you finally cry out, driven crazy when your cunt’s clenching around nothing, wet yet untouched.

“where baby?” jiung rises from busying himself with your neck, only realizing just how much effect he had on you now that he’s gotten a proper view.

you lay there, helpless beneath his figure with your hair disheveled. lips parted from panting, chest heaving up and down.

“here,” you replied, out of breath. turning your head to the side abashed, that you couldn’t even grasp the fact that you’d reach this point. jiung meets your hands, letting you guide his hold toward your clothed breasts.

he couldn’t help a subtle smile tug on his lips, “you’re so damn cute,” jiung teases, swiftly pressing a kiss on your exposed cheek. “i’ll make you feel good, alright?”

please, you’d probably whine out, if you weren’t wallowing so much in the shame of drawing his touch right over your breasts. even so, he’s eager to pry you apart, relishing in the fact that despite your inexperience, you still push through, for him—communicating what you truly wanted.

and it left him with the inclination to fulfill it.

jiung groped your sensitive mounds through the fabric, turning your breathing ragged by the minute. god, you’re already so sensitive, and with every fleeting touch of his hands against your breasts, went to travel straight down to your cunt. sopping wet as you pushed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the sticky feeling of your panties. proving useless. he then slips his fingers beneath the edge of your dress, thankfully strapless. right atop your chest, pulling it down until he’s met with the sight of your lacey little bra. “pretty,”

and yet he doesn’t show a single trace of rush carried in his actions, feeling you up to build the thrill, groping. “jiung...” you beg, reaching out to his wrist.

“patience,” he sounded curt, but the way he gently fondles your clothed breasts said otherwise.

right when he’s dragged as much of your dress down as he can, jiung catches you off guard—promptly sliding his hands beneath your bra that had your breath hitching. the warmth of his palms flush against your nipples, already perky, yearning for his touch.

jiung just has you pliant beneath him as the vulgar scene unfolds, tenderly groping, fondling your tits along with occasional pinches to your sensitive buds and making you mewl without fail. turns him on so so much, seeing you exposed so adorably that you had let go of all sense left within your body.

it didn’t take too long for him to come to a point, he couldn’t help himself anymore. the erotic sight of your desperate state rutting your clothed cunny up against his torso, helplessly. jiung finally hikes your bra up, your breasts spilling out of a fabric in such a way he can’t resist salivating over your vulnerable image.

and so he wastes no time. if you weren’t so lost within such a sensual trance that had your eyes fixated on the ceiling, you might’ve gotten the chance to catch jiung’s expression, his eyes completely glazed over. hungrily, he encloses his lips around your nipple, the warm wetness of his tongue swirling and flicking against the bud with abandon.

you swore your cunt begins to clench around nothing as he continued his work on you, skin erupting in goosebumps as he relentlessly sucks on the bud; lewd sounds filling the expanse of your dorm room. he doesn’t let your other breast get neglected, fondling its plush with the sporadic flick of his thumb over the bud over and over. ultimately urging you to hump against him suffocated in lust that’s taken over your whole being.

“ahh… jiung—” all you could manage to sputter out were pathetic whimpers, head thrown back as you sink into the mattress. his actions were a medley of flicking his hot tongue on to the other bud, switching, towards rapid kitten licks with his lips fully enclosed around it. eventually withdrawing with a short pop from the messy slick of his drool. once more diving back in to continue his feral abuse on your sensitive nipple. “feeling good?”

and you couldn’t even manage to choke out a reply even if you wanted to, drowning in suffocating desire. jiung pulls away, the hunger in him still begging to get satiated, his cock hard in his pants. a string of spit between your bud and his lip, glistening as it snapped.

anticipation overtakes you once more as he gently pushes your breasts together, flushed before craning back in to tongue over your swollen nipples, moving his head side to side in a frenzy. and you’re just so far gone, the warmth of his tongue licking over your buds with each turn. your already helpless state reduced to a mess, only able to splutter out hoarse moans. and he hasn’t even touched your needy cunt yet.

you had to pry him away from you, it was enough—more than enough before jiung manages to drive you towards an orgasm from merely stimulating your tits, having enough of embarrassing yourself in front of him. you’re not about to cum this early on, clothes barely taken off. you entwine your fingers through his hair, and just when he lets you breathe does he really see what he’s made of you.

sure, he looked disheveled as well, spit by the side of his lip. except you’re far worse, legs trembling from the growing wetness from your center, eyes lidded in a struggle to keep them open. blissed out of your mind and still, all you’ve ever wanted to see was jiung ravaging you like an animal.

“wanna take this all off, jiung…” he’s watchful, hooked on your voice that’s starting to turn a pitch higher than before.

“want more,”

lust bubbles within his chest, listening as you wish despite your struggle finishing sentences out of daze. “want to feel good with you,” your fingers try to reach beyond jiung’s chest, not making it far down but hoping he’d take the hint. swearing that the further you went without relief from your uncomfortable, sticky panties, the more you’ll spiral insane.

you began pulling the rest of your dress down in a hurry when jiung stops you. meeting your eyes glossed over as if you’re on the verge of tearing up from the pleasure, quite so. flashing him a puzzled look.

“i don’t have a condom with me.” he finally brings it up, fingers slowly tracing the curve of your wrist.

“me too…” you replied, sullen. jiung feeling guilty from discreetly thinking you looked adorable from the pout on your face.

at that moment you saw the instantaneous spark of idea carried in his eyes. any other day, you’d probably shoot him a glare, but now you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. especially when he’s had you wrapped around his finger, vulnerable and exposed, feeling your nerves ignite from the tension.

“you can sit on my face baby.”

“what?”

“sit on my face.”

he repeats it so matter-of-factly that it left you completely speechless, in a struggle to find the right words in response.

“jiung, i– it’s my first time and—”

“i know” his tone is reassuring, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “and i want you to know that i got you.” you could only conjure a feeble whine. ‘cause what does he mean with the fact that the two of you were just bickering a few weeks ago, and now he wants you to smother his face with your cunt.

“think of it as payback.” he spoke, his voice holding a honeyed warmth.

“use me however you want, after all, i’ve caused you enough problems with that letter.”

well, it was the last you’ve coherently heard of him that night. especially when everything he tried to say came out muffled while he’s got quite literally a mouthful of your dripping pussy. the lewd scene unfolds within the privacy of your dorm room, relieved that your roommate hadn’t decided to return yet. and if you could still recall whether or not these walls were soundproof.

everything that unraveled was such a filthy sight. your black dress, bra, and panties with it’s notable patch of your arousal on the fabric—discarded in a pile somewhere on the floor. it was the least of your worries when you’re currently sitting snug over jiung’s face, cunny rubbing against his wet, warm tongue that had your knuckles clenched and holding onto the headboard for dear life.

making sense of how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this position, taking into account that it’s your first time delving into anything frisky. however, you were running on nothing else but raging horniness, maintaining your desperate rhythm as you ride his face. grinding your hips in haste, folds slick as you use his tongue to get off. just so damn erotic.

it was truly pushing you towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit. his tongue sliding in and out of your pulsing hole, lightning fast. slick kitten licking against your clit over and over, when it isn’t the tip of his nose bumping on your pleasured, swollen bud.

fuck, it was a far more tantalizing sight as you turned to look behind you. through your lashes, watching jiung’s obscene state—his pants dragged down, jerking himself off, fast. his hand gripping his cock just right, up and down, wishing it was your pulsing cunt squeezing his shaft right now.

he made it a point, the next time he gets to ravage you senseless, you’d be crying out having enough of his cock plowing into your hole.

now it was just you you you, using him like he insisted you did.

jiung begins to amp it up, eager to send you towards your high. his tongue simultaneously slipping in and out of your hole before dragging back up, flattened to flick at your clit—god, it felt insatiably good, the pace in which you roll your hips on his face grew faltered. thighs turning wobbly as you neared your climax.

“hahh—fuckkk… jiung, you… you make me feel so good,” you pant, breathlessly fucking yourself on his tongue.

the best he could do was to hum in reply, against your clit, the vibration feeling insanely good as it travels straight to your core. his other hand grips harshly on the plush of your thigh, nails raking over the skin. almost forming crescents, vulgar and indecent, yet it all felt too pleasurable.

“i’m close, ‘m so, so close~” you whine out, your tangled fingers in his hair tightening. earning another moan that vibrated over your swollen, needy clit. your other hand struggling to keep leverage on to the headboard.

at this point you’re far too deep in pleasure, desperate to cum as you chase your high. turning crazy from how it felt so so good to ride his face, tongue working you toward it, the squelch of your sticky arousal dripping down his chin. more, more, moreee—rolling your hips over his face like you’re in such a rut, and it seems to be the case.

suddenly—you trembled, writhing in convulse as it came crashing over you like a wave. a particular bump of the tip of his nose against your clit before his relentless suckling pushed you teetering toward the edge. and he so desperately wanted to cum with you at the same time, stroking his cock faster. collecting part of your slick dripping down his chin to wet his shaft. jiung feels your cunt begin to gush, his nails digging deeper crescents into the plush of your thigh because you visibly couldn't handle the shake of your knees from the pleasure. his tongue, never ceasing to flick and flatten as he drags it on to your clit. over and over, lapping up your sticky cum.

“ahh–mhmh, jiung~!” you tug on his hair, fingers laced as you tried to squirm away from his grip. “no more!” yet he's making it difficult for you to do so, both of his arms locking your thighs in place as he began his endless ordeal of licking up your release. s'too much, too much–yet felt too fucking good, rendering you overstimulated out of your mind, merciless.

and when you've finally freed yourself from his grip, you stumbled back on to your mattress, disoriented. it was a blur, feeling yourself momentarily lose balance, suddenly collapsing onto the sheets. jiung immediately rose to his elbows, reaching toward you despite his voice beginning to sound like a distant muffle. concern was greatly etched across his face, “y/n are you okay?” you hear him, and yet it resounded like a distant echo, seeing his concerned expression the last few seconds before your vision slips into darkness.

his composure falters at that instant. had he pushed you too hard? he gazed down on your figure, laying there seemingly peaceful despite your exhaustion. once again you're vulnerable beneath his eyes. to him, jiung takes it as another chance to take care of you, his eyes tracing every outline of your features. and the gentle heaving of your chest that reminded him that he has to prove you that you can trust him.

“tired... ung, i'm okay,” you manage to mumble, and he releases a sigh of relief. almost moving to touch you before he realizes that he's… made quite a mess of his own as well. making a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself up, stumbling upon bits of your clothes strewn over the floor.

he found you alrewdy fast asleep when he came back. making it a point in his head to go easy on you next time–he wouldn't admit, but the way panic surged through his nerves once you collapsed got him shaken. but in a few minutes he's gotten you into your matching pajamas, tucked underneath a blanket as he slides beside you. he holds your body close to his chest, “night baby,” you couldn't hear him; nonetheless, he still wanted to whisper to you sweet, pressing chaste kisses atop your head.

jiung turns to your bedside table, almost reaching out to turn off your lampshade when he stops to see an abnormally neon yellow sticky note stuck on the wall above that read in bold ink: ‘presentation monday morning’

the presentation.

oh god, you both have to do the presentation tomorrow at 8am.

fuck.

[1:47] kyo: y/n where’d you go???

[1:49] kyo: jiung’s not here too?

[2:05] kyo: alright damn

[2:06] kyo: i get it

[hakuheartsoul]

rainy daze ✧ yoon keeho

✧ pairing: keeho x afab!reader

✧ summary: you don't fear much, but there are a few things - storms, for one, and also unnecessary feelings. enter yoon keeho, someone you've known for a long time and makes you question where you stand, but there's one small problem: he's your little brother's best friend.

✧ genre: childhood friends, fluff, smut, some angst sorry in advance)

✧ rating: 18+ (mdni!)

✧ word count: ~14.8k (oops)

✧ content warnings: attempts at humor bc keeho is funny irl, mentions of thunderstorms/lightning, 'oh no there's only one bed' trope, mentions of ✨feelings✨, dirty talk, hair pulling, leaving marks/biting, oral (m and f receiving), face-sitting, face-fucking, hand-holding (important), cum eating, irrational decision making

hi!! i’m still pretty new to writing for piwon and i'm so excited to be participating in the piwontober 24' event hosted by @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts.

i'm writing for Day 29 in which the prompt was age difference/teasing/forbidden with keeho. special thanks to @sunflowerseob, @strawberry-seob, and @leepace for being some of the most amazing friends and fellow writers out there ❤️

also am planning to turn this into a series sooo… pls look forward to that if it happens 💜

“Keeho, I’m serious.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, as if it would somehow shield you from becoming more drenched. The rain that poured down wasn’t at a storm level yet, but it was still enough to leave you soaked since you had no umbrella or jacket to help.

“Yeah, I know you are, but so am I,” Keeho responded, still cruising along at the slowest speed you figured a car could go. He drove his car on the road alongside you as you walked on the sidewalk.

“Is that how the saying is supposed to go?”

You couldn’t see it without bending down to look through the open window, but you just knew Keeho smirked.

“It is now if that’s what you want.”

You rolled your eyes. “What I’d really like is for you to leave me alone.”

You heard a small chuckle. “All these years and you’re still a terrible liar.”

You groaned. “What do you want from me?”

“To get in the car,” He phrased it almost like a question, like he was confused that you didn’t agree it was the most logical answer.

“Why?”

“For starters, it’s raining and you have no coverage to keep you from getting soaked. Two, you’re trying to go home which is several blocks away and you’re trying on foot, which isn’t safe just so you know.”

If he wasn’t driving you figured he’d probably be listing off reasons on his fingers to better prove his point.

“Three, you’re upset. Need I go on?”

“How do you know I’m ‘upset’,” you asked him in air quotes before quickly putting your arms back around yourself. “And how does getting into a car fix that, exactly?

“Well, the car can’t help with you being upset probably, but getting into the car is a good first step.” His tone was teasing before it shifted into something more serious. “And I saw you at the party, arguing-“

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your mouth. “Of course. I should’ve known.”

Despite saying it quiet enough for the rain to drown it out, Keeho still heard you somehow.

“Should’ve known what?”

“My brother put you up to this, right? He forced you to come look for me because I left.”

It was Keeho’s turn to scoff. “You know, contrary to what you may think, I’m not always at your brother’s beck and call.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You tried to speed up your walking, hoping that was the end of the conversation.

Keeho accelerated slightly, first going past you and slowing back to a speed that matched yours.

“What did you mean by that,” he asked.

“Oh, come on, Keeho. You know that you guys have been inseparable since we were all kids and I don’t really think college has changed that.”

To your surprise, Keeho laughed. “God, as smart as you are, I’d have thought you’d know better by now.”

It was your turn to be the confused one. “Elaborate?”

“If we were as inseparable as you say, don’t you think your brother would be my roommate? We’d be sharing the same space, right? If we really have to be together all the time.”

Keeho had a good point (but you’d never tell him that). Your brother still lived at home with your parents, claiming that it was less expensive that way since apartments were ‘overrated and not worth it’ in his words.

So yeah, come to think of it, you actually hadn’t seen him and Keeho hanging out in person a lot lately.

“We aren’t kids anymore,” he continued when you hadn’t responded. “And you shouldn’t treat me like one just because you're older.”

You weren’t backing down. “3 years is still a pretty big gap-”

“Oh sure it is - if I was 17 and you were 20. I’m 23 and you're 26, there’s really no need to consider age in the equation at all.”

You sighed loudly, finally turning to face the car. Keeho hit the brake and leaned forward with his body angled over the passenger seat so he could see you better.

“Where are you going with this? Or is it all just mindless chatter?” You were still stalling for time before you’d probably cave and just get in the car; questions were your best bet for that right now.

That signature smirk was slapped across his face. “Always assuming I’m up to no good.”

“Keeho.”

“Look, I came after you because I saw you both arguing and you stormed out, clearly not doing well. I’m your friend too - or at least, I’d like to believe I am,” he cut himself off for a moment, almost like he wasn’t sure how to continue. “And I care about you. Honestly right now, I couldn’t give any less of a fuck about what your brother thinks.”

Well that certainly threw you for a loop.

“Why?”

“Why what,” he asked, leaning more across the seat where you could finally see his face, clearly illuminated by the streetlight you had stopped under.

“Why me over him? Isn’t he the one you’re loyal to?”

Keeho groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “For the love of- would you please just get in the car? I can tell you anything you want to know, just please stop standing in the rain getting fucking soaked.”

Again, he made a good point. And now that he’d stated he wasn’t doing this for your brother (jury was still out on if you believed that or not) you figured it wouldn’t do you any harm to get in the car.

A loud crack of thunder overhead made your decision for you, causing you to nearly fall all over yourself to get into the car. You landed in the seat with a wet thud, cringing instantly at how your clothes were clinging to your skin.

Keeho let out what sounded like a content sigh. “Finally.” He turned up the heat in the car and put it in park.

“Don’t want you getting sick, if we’re still able to avoid that at this rate.” He picked up your hands that were in your lap and held them up to the vents on the dashboard.

“You were rubbing your hands together outside and they feel like fucking ice so hold them here for a bit.”

“Is it really a good idea to stay parked on the street?”

Keeho shrugged. “Not a big deal. This street doesn’t usually get too busy at night, and they can just go around me.”

You nodded at the reasoning as you slowly started to regain feeling in your hands again. Another boom of thunder made you jump, which unfortunately for you did not go unnoticed by Keeho.

“You still scared of thunderstorms?”

His tone was light so logically you knew he was genuinely just curious. However, you were very defensive about this subject in particular, so you weren’t taking it that way.

“Yes. And don’t you dare try and tease me about it.” You crossed your arms and looked out the passenger side window.

Keeho chuckled softly. “No judgment here. Of all the things I want to tease you about, your fears aren’t on that list.”

That got your attention.

You turned to face him again, noticing how he had unbuckled his seatbelt so he could angle himself more toward you. 

“What was that?”

“What was what,” he asked, smile stretching across his face again.

“That you just said, about teasing - what was it?”

“Hmm, not sure I know what you’re talking about. Maybe you misheard?” His eyes crinkled with the force of his smile and it almost made you crack.

“Wow, skipping straight over teasing and into gaslighting territory. I expected better from you, Keeho,” you tossed the ball back into his court, anticipating he would go even further.

“Ok whoa, first of all, I would never gaslight anyone, ever. That’s shit’s awful. Secondly: why do you wanna know the ways I want to tease you?”

Wait. Pause. Hold it.

“First, it was things you wanted to tease me about. Now it’s the ways you want to tease me?” 

Keeho’s ‘oh shit’ expression almost made you laugh.

“Which one do you want to explain first because I’m gonna need clarification.”

“Oh, well, um I guess, uh…” Keeho stuttered. “Fuck, I don’t know how to talk myself back from that, actually.”

You didn’t hold back your laughter then. “Ok fine, pick one and explain that one to me.”

He tapped his chin. “Yeah, I can work with that. Ok: the things I want to tease you about. You ready?”

You nodded, trying to shrug off the thought that you were hoping he’d tell you about the ways instead.

Keeho leaned closer and it suddenly felt like he was very much in your space. It also felt like you very much did not mind that.

He smirked, looking way too good for the proximity he was in.

“Everything.”

That one word alone changed the trajectory of your entire night then, and you knew it.

Keeho knew it, too.

“Well? Is that a satisfactory enough answer for you?” Keeho was still smirking as he leaned back into his seat and away from you, letting you breathe properly once more.

“Um, y-yeah. That’ll do for now, even though it’s vague.” You started off weak but ended it strong, still trying to keep up the banter you two had going so you could hopefully avoid… whatever direction this was heading in.

You could practically feel him rolling his eyes. “I really never can win with you, can I?”

“Nope, I’m a hard one to please.”

Keeho just stared at you for a second before he nodded in acknowledgment.

“Good to know.”

“Wait, what-”

Keeho interrupted you before you could finish. “So, where am I dropping you off? I’m not sure where you're staying these days, but I could take you to your parents’ place if you want.”

“Please no, anywhere but there.” The chance of running into your brother again tonight - despite it being highly unlikely since he usually crashed at the parties he went to - was not something you wanted to risk in the slightest. Your parents were the reason you were in this mess in the first place, making you find your brother and attempt to bring him back since he wasn’t supposed to be out while ‘grounded.’

And yes, if anyone asked your parents, they’d say it was completely fine to ground a 23 year old for misbehaving. You couldn’t argue with that sometimes, because your brother could really get up to some heinous shit.

Maybe that’s why Keeho hasn’t been around him as much…?

“Say no more, parents’ house is a no-go.” Keeho paused, almost looking shy for a moment. “I can take you to your place then, if you don’t mind me having the address.”

You wouldn’t mind giving Keeho your address, but the thought of going home right now also didn’t seem too appealing.

Apparently you took too long to answer because Keeho started backtracking. “Or we could just stay here in the car, whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

Not missing the opportunity to tease him again, you jerked your thumb toward the window and settled for saying “So if I’m most comfortable with walking in the rain-”

Keeho pressed something on his door.

“Keeho… what did you just do?”

“Activated the child locks.”

“Child… child locks? What happened to ‘we aren’t kids anymore,’ hm?” You were trying so hard not to burst out laughing at his attempt to keep the situation in his control.

“Whatever keeps you in this car and not getting ill from the rain is something I’m willing to use.”

You chanced opening the door to see if he truly had pressed the child locks, and you were mildly surprised to see the door opened with ease.

Keeho was quick to grab onto your arm closest to him; not forcefully at all, but enough to stop your movement and have you close the door again.

“Ok so maybe it was the window lock instead, but I’d really rather you just let me drive you somewhere so you don’t have to walk and I know you’re safe.”

Before you could even formulate a thought about how to respond, a roar of thunder followed by a long streak of lightning made you curl into yourself.

“Hey, it’s ok, you’re ok,” Keeho tried to comfort you with a pat on your shoulder. He kept his hand there and the touch was somewhat calming.

”Thank you,” you answered in a small voice before you cleared your throat. “Um, I actually kinda don’t really want to be alone tonight with it storming like this so if it’s ok…”

As you trailed off, Keeho buckled his seatbelt and pressed the brake again to shift the car in drive.

”Buckle up and we’ll head to my place.”

The air in the apartment was chilly, making you shiver even more once you stepped through the door. Cold air mixed with being soaked to the bone was not what you’d call ideal conditions, that was for sure.

“Shit, my roommate probably turned the AC way down before they left. Stay here, I’ll go fix it real quick.”

Keeho placed a hand on your shoulder briefly as he walked past you. It was just the barest of touches, but you found yourself shivering once again.

Must be the AC. That had to be the only explanation.

Keeho was back in front of you just as you heard the AC clicking off. He smiled like he was proud of what he’d done, and you smiled back in thanks.

“I appreciate it,” you rubbed your hands along your arms to try and facilitate warmth - unfortunately to no avail.

“I appreciate you actually listening to reason and coming back with me.”

You rolled your eyes. “So where am I gonna be staying tonight?”

Keeho’s hint of a smile dropped slightly. “Oh, uh… I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

The poor boy looked like he needed help coming up with an answer so you decided to give him grace this one time.

“A spare room? A couch? An air mattress, maybe?”

Keeho rubbed the back of his neck as he contemplated the options.

“Our air mattress is busted so that’s out. The only other room in here is my roommate’s and he’s gone for the weekend, but I don’t think you’d like sleeping there very much. He also probably wouldn’t be too fond of the idea…”

You scanned the area until your eyes landed on the couch against the wall in what looked like the living room. “What about there?”

Keeho nodded but was frowning. “That’s a place, yeah. It’s just very uncomfortable and I want guests to enjoy themselves when they’re here.”

You clutched your chest in feigned hurt. “But I thought we were friends? Now I’m just a guest?”

Keeho smiled, catching on. “Nope, you’re definitely at the friend level. So your comfort matters even more to me because of that.”

Well, shit. You talked yourself into that one.

“So I’ll take the couch tonight and you can have my bed, if that’s cool. It’s clean - I promise.”

You didn’t doubt it for a second - you’d never known Keeho to just leave messes lying around - but you didn’t want to kick him out of his own bed.

“Keeho, I can have the couch, I swear it’s fine-”

He shook his head with finality. “I’m not having you sleeping out here all night when you’ve already been through enough as it is. Speaking of,” Keeho trailed off as he scanned your figure. “You're still drenched.”

“Oh,” was your brilliant response.

“If you, uh, want to take a shower or something, you can. I can grab a towel and whatever else you need?”

“Sounds great except I don’t have a change of clothes,” you shuffled your feet a little, noticing how water seeped out and onto the floor. You felt bad for that now as well.

“Oh, right. Well, you can… borrow some of mine? If you’re ok with that?”

The offer made you smile. “Yeah, I think that’ll work.”

Keeho gave you two thumbs up, something you knew he did when he was feeling a little awkward about what had just happened. “Got it, yeah, so I’ll just um… go get everything set up for you. The shower is in my bedroom, but there’s a door so it’s not just open or anything-”

You could see him spiraling in real time, so you reached out to touch his arm to get him to stop. “Hey, look at me for a second?”

Keeho looked at you and you could see how he was breathing a little faster from the rambling he’d just done.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Thank you. Seriously.”

Keeho’s eyebrows unfurrowed and he seemed visibly calmer. “Right. I’ll uh, I’ll be back.”

You waited for Keeho to finish up in the bathroom, choosing to take in your surroundings now that you were by yourself. The apartment looked about like what you’d expect from Keeho, and it got you wondering if his bedroom would be the same-

“Everything’s all set up now,” Keeho returned with a grin. “You can go whenever you want and I’ll just stay out here or something.”

��Sounds great,” you made one move with your foot and immediately winced at all the water that started dripping onto the hardwood floor underneath you.

No way in hell were you tracking this through the carpet. You’d rather go home than do that.

”Um, Keeho?”

”Yeah, what’s up?” His back had been turned to you while he was looking for something in the kitchen area.

”I, uh, I don’t really know how to get to the bathroom.”

”Oh right, duh. It would help if I told you. My bedroom is the first door on the right down that hallway.”

”Um, well what I mean is,” you watched him walk back over to where you were standing. “I don’t want to get water everywhere.”

Keeho looked like a lightbulb just went off in his brain. “Oh shit, yeah, that would be kinda bad. Uh…I could carry you?”

”I mean,” you kept your composure despite the offer making your face heat up, “I’m not opposed necessarily but wouldn’t that still drip water onto the floor?”

“Good point. I mean, the carpet shouldn’t get that messed up…maybe.”

”How about instead,” you braced yourself for the words that were about to come out of your mouth, “I can take my shoes and clothes off out here? Just the outer layer that’s soaked.”

You were looking at the floor, cheeks burning hot and the suggestion that you came up with. Keeho didn’t say anything for a moment, and when you finally glanced at him it looked like he was trying to restart his thinking process.

”Oh um, yeah, sure, if that’s how you want to do this. I’ll just, uh…go get the towel I laid out for you.”

He practically jogged to the bathroom to retrieve the towel, making you giggle at the action.

Within a few seconds he was back, towel held in a firm grasp. “Here, I’ll go uh- I’ll go back in my room and stare at the wall. Like, the other wall. Not the wall connected to the bathroom. Um, anyway, just… come through whenever you’re ready.

Keeho didn’t even give you a chance to respond before he was walking back to his room. He shut the door almost all the way behind him, leaving it cracked the smallest amount.

With Keeho out of the room, you got to work stripping down. Thankfully, your bra and underwear weren’t too terribly wet, so you could put them back on underneath his clothes when you were done with your shower. You left your shoes, socks, and drenched layer of clothing by the door to the apartment, piling as much of it onto the doormat as you could.

Once you had the towel wrapped tightly around you, still over your undergarments, you walked over to Keeho’s door and knocked on the wood twice. Keeho mumbled some sort of affirmation and you went inside.

True to his word, Keeho was facing the complete opposite way of the bedroom door and the bathroom. You didn’t see light from his phone or anything, so he was likely just sitting there staring at the wall, like he said he would. He fidgeted a small bit once he could tell you were in the room, shifting his weight from one side to the other where he was sat on his bed.

You couldn’t help but smile. The way he was going out of his way to make sure you were as comfortable as possible tugged at your heart a little bit, but you tried to ignore it.

This was your baby brother’s best friend. A friend who is even younger than your brother (although not by much). The last thing you needed was to get caught up in something with Keeho that could wreck both your and his relationship with your brother.

More for Keeho’s sake, really, since you were more distant with your brother these days.

Did you think Keeho was cute? Absolutely. Did you guys get along pretty well? You do, and have for a long time.

Was it worth it to see if there could be something more?

That was something you’d wondered a few times before and may never get the answer to.

Before you could self-reflect more on a currently non-existent problem you proceeded to the bathroom to take your shower.

You didn’t look to see what clothes he laid out for you until you were done, noticing as you exited the shower that he left you a large red t-shirt and a pair of dark basketball shorts.

The shirt fit fine since you preferred oversized shirts anyway for sleeping. The shorts, though… they didn’t have a tie or anything so the waistband was a little loose, meaning there wasn’t really a way for you to keep them on comfortably.

Were you really about to step back into Keeho’s bedroom looking like you have nothing but his shirt on? Well, yes.

No time like the present and all that.

You knocked on the bathroom door to signal to Keeho that you were about to come out and once he let you know it was alright, you took a deep breath before you turned the door handle.

As soon as your eyes landed on him, your mouth went dry.

Keeho was sprawled out on the bed, changed into a pair of gray sweatpants with a black tank top. His dark hair, tinted with blue highlights, was still a little damp from the rain, by the looks of it. He had one hand behind his head while the other was in front of him, scrolling away on his phone.

You remembered the day you saw his new blue hair look for the first time - you only went mildly insane.

And now, with all of this combined, he looked…a lot better than you’d anticipated, that was for sure. Of course, the last time you’d seen him in any form even close to this was…well, never, actually. At least not since you two grew up.

When you shut the door back behind you Keeho finally looked up. His eyes met yours and he suddenly dropped his phone. It landed on his chest before sliding down onto the bed, forgotten.

“Oh, uh, hey.” He cleared his throat and tried to avert his eyes. “How was the shower? Find everything ok?”

You giggled as you walked over to the bed. “Yes, thank you. I found all the essentials easily since they were all in one convenient place.”

“Right, I forgot I put them there, ha. Anyways, I’ll just um,” Keeho jerked his thumb towards the door, “go so you can have your privacy.” He phrased it like a question. 

“Do you want to go,” was your response.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Keeho, it’s your place. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” The words tumbled out before you could realize what you’d just implied. 

You could’ve sworn you heard Keeho mumble ‘fuck’ under his breath before he gave you an answer.

“What I want is for you to be comfortable. And since it’s still storming, you’ll probably feel better in here because it’s louder out there with the couch being by a window.”

Shit, you’d forgotten about the storm momentarily. “Makes sense,” you responded, looking out of the doorway of Keeho’s bedroom.

Keeho sat up straighter to push himself off of the bed. You definitely weren’t watching the way his arm muscles flexed with the movement. “I made some tea while you were showering; if you want some, it’s in the kitchen. I left out a cup for you but please don’t feel obligated.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at how nice he was being. This is what you’d been missing out on for a few years because you counted him as ‘off-limits’ before?

“Thanks, Kee. I might grab some before I finally fall asleep.”

Keeho smiled brightly. “Been a long time since you’ve called me that. I’ve missed it.”

You tried to remember the last time you’d referred to him like that and figured it had to be since before he left for college. So, yeah, it had been a while.

“Well, I’ll be out there if you need anything,” Keeho continued, walking over to where you stood. At the same moment, a roaring crack of thunder sounded overhead, making you jump and start to fall over.

Keeho being Keeho, of course, was there to catch you instantly. He wrapped his arms around you and embraced you in a hug. You were shivering and he could tell, so he held you tighter.

You decided to say fuck it and just go for it.

“Kee?”

“Hm,” he hummed in response. You could feel the vibration of the hum throughout his chest since that’s currently where your face was.

“Would it be alright if you…stayed with me? At least until the storm subsides?”

You felt Keeho stiffen somewhat before he relaxed again.

“Yeah, whatever you need. I can like, grab a chair or something and set it in here-”

“Don’t be silly,” you pulled back so you could smile at him. “Your bed is big enough for the two of us, don’t you think?”

Keeho looked taken aback. “You sure that’s ok?”

“Wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t.”

“Cool, yeah, cool. Ok so let’s just- yeah.” Keeho led the both of you back to the bed. “Take whatever side you want.”

You laid down in the middle of the bed and stretched out just to be difficult. “What about here?”

Keeho finally cracked a smile, and you were thankful to see it. There was a sort of tension that had settled in the air since you first asked him to stay, and you were trying to dissolve it as soon as possible.

“Don’t think you’ll want half of me on top of you later so that might not be the best place.” Keeho gently nudged your leg so he could get onto the bed. You rolled over to give him more room, laying on your stomach now with your eyes closed while you sighed deeply. 

When you finally opened them again, Keeho was looking at you - well, rather, he was looking at a part of you. Up until that point, you’d been completely unaware that moving made his shirt ride up your thighs.

“Oh shit,” you quickly moved to pull his shirt down in the back. “Sorry, the shorts didn’t fit so I just figured I’d go without.”

“Huh?” Keeho looked up at your face, almost like he was dazed.

You laughed. “Eyes up here, Kee. And what I was saying is your shorts were too big so I left them off. Hope you don’t mind?”

“You have no idea how much I don’t mind,” he smirked at you and suddenly, the tables didn’t seem to be turned in your favor anymore.

You quickly turned your head the other way so he couldn’t see the way your cheeks started to flush. “Right, well, glad we cleared that up! Goodnight then.”

Keeho laughed, the sound quiet but still comforting. He grabbed a blanket that was at the edge of the bed and draped it over you. “Night.”

You felt Keeho shift on his side, thinking he probably turned the opposite way as well. There was a lamp on his nightstand that he hadn’t turned off yet, and it was the only thing still really providing illumination in the room.

It wasn’t even 5 minutes later before you felt Keeho shift again and softly call your name.

“Yeah,” you responded as you turned to face him. He looked…nervous.

“This is a safe space, right?”

You chuckled. “I don’t know, it’s your room so you tell me.”

Keeho groaned. “I didn’t mean it as in the physical space - although it is safe in here, don’t get me wrong-”

 “Kee, focus.” You interrupted his spiral again, not wanting him to overthink and back down from whatever he was trying to say.

He took a deep breath. “Right, ok. Can I say something blunt?”

Your heartbeat quickened, not sure where this was headed. “Yes?”

Keeho moved closer with a smile, tugging slightly on the end of one of your sleeves - one of his sleeves.

“I gotta say,” he trailed his eyes up your figure, starting from where you caught him looking earlier. “You look really fucking good in my clothes.”

You stopped breathing for a second. This is the closest Keeho had ever really come to flirting with you. The most he’d done in recent years since you both became adults is tease you relentlessly, but you always shrugged it off as he just liked to get on your nerves (endearingly).

You regained your composure, trying to look unaffected when you answered him.

“Do you say that to all the girls you manage to get into your bed?”

Keeho wasn’t phased. “If I’m being honest-”

“Because it won’t work on me. I’m different.” You almost cringed at hearing yourself say those words even though you meant them in a completely other context than you hear most people use it in.

Keeho stared at you more intently this time. “What I was going to say,” he felt the fabric of the sleeve again between his fingertips, “is no, I don’t just say that to ‘girls I get in my bed.’”

“But you’re right about one thing, “ he continued, face lit up beautifully by the warm glow of the lamp beside him, “you are different. And that’s why I’ll say it to you.”

You’d started leaning closer to him as well without realizing it, his touch through the shirt driving you crazy. “Keeho, where are you going with this?”

He smiled, full of reassurance. “Wherever you want.”

You ached to cross that line, to break that boundary. But something was still keeping you back.

“What if what I want isn’t right,” your voice came out small.

Keeho’s smile faded. “What do you mean by not right?”

You sighed. “I’m older than you, for starters. And I know you don’t typically go for people older than you.” 

Keeho tilted his head at your admission. You figured he never knew you still kept up with him outside of the times you actually saw each other in person, and he didn’t know that your brother let that particular bit of information slip once in conversation.

“Keeho would never want to date you - he probably sees you as a hag. He wants someone younger, so don’t even try.” The words from your brother still stung today, and what’s worse is they were completely unwarranted. All you’d done is ask how Keeho was liking college, and your brother just blurted out that in response.

“Also, and more importantly, you’re my brother’s best friend. That’s like…some kind of betrayal or something.”

“What is, what betrayal are you talking about?” Keeho looked like he was really trying to understand, which made this conversation much more difficult.

You steadied yourself before you finally gave him your answer. “The way I want you.”

Keeho closed his eyes like he was trying to gather his thoughts. His hand dropped from your shirt. “Unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I was hoping that one day, you’d stop seeing me as a kid or just an extension of your brother. I wanted you to see me for me, because I’ve only ever seen you that way.” His eyes were open again, and they looked full of purpose.

“Keeho, what-”

“My point is, whatever you think about me because of my age and me being friends with your brother: don’t.” This was the most serious you’d ever seen him. The usual teasing, easy-going Keeho was nowhere to be found right now.

He reached out to rest his hand against your cheek. You leaned into the touch, welcoming the warmth that he radiated.

“I want you. And I’m not afraid to say that. There’s something there, I know there is,” Keeho kept going. “And I’ve known that for a while, at least on my end.”

“How long have you known,” you asked him with curiosity, but the way his hand moved from your cheek to the side of your neck really wasn’t helping you’re trying to stay calm during all of this.

Keeho hummed in thought. “Probably since right before I went to college.”

You gasped. “So when you were…”

“17. And you were 20. I knew that back then obviously there was no way - but I’d always hoped that one day maybe there’d be a chance.”

This information hit you like a tidal wave and threatened to pull you under. Keeho had been crushing on you for at least 5 years, and you had no idea to what extent until now.

All those times you thought he was just being ‘flirty’ he may have been actually flirting. You always shrugged it off before because why wouldn’t you?

He called your name again to pull you out of your thoughts.

“Need you to talk to me. I can’t read your mind,” his eyes had softened while he was talking to you. “Which is probably a good thing because I don’t know if your brain ever shuts the fuck off.”

You scoffed and shoved him playfully, his hand never leaving the side of your neck while he tried to dodge you.

“I…don’t really know what to say right now. I had no idea you felt that way- or at least that you felt that strongly.”

“I know,” Keeho answered dramatically. “I can’t tell you how frustrating that’s been over this last year especially. None of my pick-up lines worked on you and it had me like ‘damn, is my game really that bad?’”

You started laughing. “Oh my god, no, it’s not that. I just always thought you were teasing me.”

“I was! In a flirtatious manner!”

“I see that now,” you countered. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

Keeho rolled his eyes. “Look, the past is the past, what matters is right now. And right now,” he continued, rubbing his thumb along your neck while the rest of his hand stayed in place, “I need to know what you want.”

A spark of desire settled in your core. You wanted Keeho. But you were still worried.

“If you decide you don’t feel the same,” Keeho went on before you could respond, “I can turn over and we can forget this ever happened. Well- you can forget this ever happened. I don’t think I’ll be that lucky.” His sweet smile then almost broke your heart.

Your words were failing you, so you did the only thing you could think of: you moved closer. You were directly in each other’s space now, and the movement made Keeho’s breath hitch.

“Do you want this,” Keeho said, just above a whisper. “Do you want me?”

You nodded before you could give it too much thought. The grin that lit up Keeho’s face made everything worth it.

“Then, can I kiss you?” He was still talking quietly, his lips close enough that the barest of movements would have closed the distance.

You moved to nod again but Keeho shook his head. “Words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”

“Please,” you answered, ready to cross that point of no return.

He smiled and leaned in. There was no turning back.

Keeho kissed gentler than you were expecting. The way he always threw himself into everything he did is also how you thought he would start off with this, but he was set on taking his time. His lips moved against yours slowly, almost like he was trying to commit how you felt to memory. As if he may not get another chance like this and wanted to make the most of it.

Kissing Keeho felt good. It felt great, even. But most of all, kissing Keeho felt right.

You tried to wrap your arms around his neck but had some trouble due to the angle. He took the hint to resituate the two of you, all while his lips never left yours. The new position had Keeho hovering on top of you, resting one forearm on the bed while the other hand still made itself at home on your neck. When you threaded your hand through his hair, you could sense the shift.

He kissed you with more urgency now, his hand starting to wander down lower. When you felt his fingers softly brush against your thigh, you couldn’t control the noise you let out.

Keeho groaned in response. “Fuck, you sound so pretty. Always figured you would.”

He started trailing more kisses down your neck as you let out a laugh. “So you’ve pictured this before?”

Keeho looked at you with a face that could only be saying ‘Are you kidding me?’ You responded with an eyebrow raise, wanting him to answer you with words.

“Of course I have.”

Oh. Well that was a bit more honesty than you were expecting right out the gate.

“I’ve pictured this, dreamt about this…,” he trailed off to drag his lips up closer to your ear, voice lower as he continued, “gotten off thinking about this."

You gasped, feeling Keeho smile against your neck at his ability to pull another reaction out of you.

“I’d ask you the same question, but I think I already know the answer.” His tone sounded teasing, but you could tell he really was curious. You felt it was only fair to give him what he wanted.

“I…may have thought about this a time or two.”

The speed with which Keeho lifted his head almost had you reeling. His eyes were wide as he simply asked, “Really? You’re not fucking with me, are you?”

“Cross my heart.” You did the motion with your hand, drawing an imaginary ‘X’ over your chest. This was something that meant a lot to both of you growing up, and it definitely wasn’t something either of you said lightly.

At your admission Keeho dove in to kiss you again, lips moving almost hungrily, his hand now gripping your thigh.

His fingers moved subtly but still didn’t inch higher yet, despite how much you wanted them to. It dawned on you then that Keeho may be hesitating.

“Kee?” You pulled back from him and placed a hand on his cheek, watching as he evened out his breathing from the attack he’d just launched on your mouth.

“Is something wrong,” you continued, since you wanted him to feel comfortable if either of you were going to do anything even remotely past this point.

Keeho shook his head but his eyes said otherwise. Before you could ask him to elaborate, he beat you to it.

“It’s not that something’s wrong. Things couldn’t be more right than they are now, in my opinion.“ His last sentence was almost mumbled out, like you weren’t supposed to hear it.

“I just… need to know. Before this goes on.” His tone was serious, eyes set again with determination. “What does this mean to you?”

The question took you off guard. “What do you mean?”

“You know how I feel, what this,” he gestured between the two of you in the little space that was still left, “means to me. I need to know if it’s the same for you.”

You weren’t sure how much of you ‘knowing how he felt’ was true, because you’d just learned recently that he had a crush on you. Initially, you thought that maybe this was just about sex and not much more than that, crush be damned. Keeho just seemed like that might be what he preferred - no attachment, no feelings.

For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even know if he was dating anyone. Hell, he hadn’t even asked you if you were dating someone.

You both had just kinda jumped into this because the moment felt right, but you were having second thoughts now.

“Wait,” you tried to lean back and put more distance between the two of you. Keeho looked hurt for a moment but masked it quickly - something you knew him to (unfortunately) be good at. His hand left your thigh and he waited for you to go on.

“Are you involved with anyone?”

“Involved?” Now Keeho was confused instead. “Involved like- oh. No, I’m not. The fuck?”

You almost raised your hands up in defense but thought it better that you didn’t. “Just making sure! I wasn’t sure what your relationship status was these days.” You crossed your arms and looked to the side.

Keeho called your name to pull your attention back to him.

“Do you actually think I would have driven beside you on the sidewalk during a thunderstorm, let you stay in my apartment, and initiate any of this if I was dating someone?”

He had a good point. Even still, it’s always good to check.

“Before you answer, it’s a trick question because yes, I would do those first things without hesitation because I care about you. What I wouldn’t do,” Keeho moved closer, once again limiting the distance that kept you apart, “is this.”

He tilted your chin upwards and his lips brushed against yours softly. It was just once, but once was enough to convey what he was trying to say.

“And I didn’t think to ask you the same because I knew as soon as I was blunt with you I‘d find out. There’s no way you’d be down to mess around with me while you’re not single.”

Another good point from Keeho. He really was throwing you for a loop tonight.

You swallowed audibly, his stare making you feel squirmy. “Right, ok, um- glad that’s settled then.”

“You still haven’t answered my question, though.”

You knew he was right, you couldn’t keep avoiding it. But what did this mean to you? The only thing you could think of at the moment was what finally ended up leaving your mouth.

“I don’t think it means the same to me as it does to you.” It was like you could physically feel Keeho deflating in front of you. “But… that doesn’t mean it can’t with time.”

Why were you telling him that - what purpose did it serve other than to give him hope?

Before you could think about it too much, you watched as Keeho smiled so wide that it looked like it almost hurt. One day you might feel bad for the emotional whiplash you were putting this boy through, but today was not that day.

“I can work with that.” The words barely left Keeho’s mouth before he was again on top of you, now holding himself up with his forearms on either side of you. He was caging you in now, the only sound between you two being both your slightly accelerated breathing.

Keeho didn’t waste anymore time, moving in to kiss you with what seemed like all the feeling he could muster. His tongue slipped past the seam of your lips and you granted him access easily, just as eager to taste him as he was you.

Your hands flew up, one landing on the side of his neck while the other cradled his face. Keeho let out a small mmph against your lips at the movement, the sound sweet to your ears. It had you wishing to hear more, to hear every kind of sound Keeho could make with his pretty mouth.

Your lips still moved in sync with each other as you felt one of Keeho’s hands traveling down. It flitted across your ribcage on its way to its destination, making you move ever so slightly underneath him.

Finally, Keeho reached what he was looking for, still kissing you the entire time he’d been searching with his hand. He had a fistful of the shirt now in his grasp, pulling it up some at the bottom.

“You wearing anything under here?” Keeho sounded out of breath as he playfully skimmed his fingers along the hem of your - his - shirt. “Or was your intention to drive me crazy guessing the whole time?”

“Seems like a good idea to find out, hm?” Giving back what Keeho was dishing out; this you could do. As long as that was where you drew the line and you didn’t get too involved or too attached, you could do this and not overthink it.

His hand started to travel underneath the shirt, the touch light but purposeful, and within moments he had one of your thighs shaking at the sensation. You wanted to cover your face once you saw Keeho’s smirk but in your current position that proved impossible. So instead, you turned your head as far to the side as you could, making him laugh at your stubbornness.

“C’mon, baby, don’t be that way. I love seeing the effect I have on you.” He placed kisses on your neck before continuing, going all the way up to your ear. “And besides,” he tugged on your earlobe with his teeth, “there’s no way you can’t already feel what you’re doing to me.”

You shuddered as Keeho ground himself against you so you could feel how hard he was. The movement also caused him to groan right beside your ear, clearly taking him by surprise.

“Fuck, ok I didn’t think that through at all but you get my point. Guess I just can’t think straight when you’re under me like this.”

If this man didn’t stop talking to you like this-

You needed to shift this more in your favor.

“What about if I’m on top of you instead?” You asked him so sweetly and the way his eyes briefly closed didn’t go unnoticed by you.

The way Keeho scrambled to lie flat next to you on the bed had you laughing. He didn’t give you long to collect yourself though before he was tugging on your arm to pull you up on him. You situated yourself to where you were straddling Keeho, his hands immediately falling to your waist as if he was afraid to let you go.

The large tent in his sweatpants was hard to miss. You wanted to tease him more since you were the one with the upper hand now, so you very lightly brushed against him. Keeho’s hands gripped you harder, and you weren’t sure if it was involuntary or more of a warning.

“Is this ok?” You had to check before going further; despite all the moves he’d been making on you that you’d been reciprocating, neither of you had actually mentioned moving past this point yet.

“Is this ok,” he echoed your question. “You’re asking me if this,” he squeezed your waist for emphasis, “is ok?”

You simply nodded, skin starting to feel hot from his touch even if it was still just through the shirt.

Keeho chuckled. “What kind of fucking question- of course it’s ok! If you’re good, I’m good. So,” he moved your hips for you, making you brush against him again, “shit, what’s it gonna be?”

You took his hands that were still wrapped around you and placed them under the shirt you were wearing, right above your hips. Before he could even register what happened you leaned forward, feeling him harden even more underneath you.

“Whatever you want,” was your response as you captured his mouth in a heated kiss. Keeho’s hands traveled up and splayed across your back, pulling you in as close as you could get. You rubbed against him from your current position - still straddling but bent over on top of him - and you felt as his fingers started curling against your back. It was almost like he wanted to scratch down your back but was thinking better of it.

The little noises he let out against your mouth were driving you insane. At some point all of your movement had shifted you downward somewhat, and soon enough you felt him right against your core. The sensation was a lot stronger than you were expecting since you both were still clothed, and you couldn’t help the blatant moan that escaped your lips.

“Fuck,” Keeho pulled away from kissing you so you both could catch your breath. “Need that, more of that please.”

“What - this?” You were still moving your hips so you made sure that the next sound you let out was right by his ear, completely uninhibited. Keeho jerked underneath you, making him rub right against your clit through the thin layers of clothing that separated you.

Keeho tugged on the bottom hem of the shirt. “Can I?”

You sat up so he had better access to remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and panties once he tossed it aside. The way his eyes widened dramatically caused a funny feeling to flutter through your chest. He looked you up and down, hands on your legs moving mindlessly as he did.

“Wow,” Keeho sounded stunned. You tried not to let it go to your head, even though your face was heating up. “So much better than in my dreams.”

That made you laugh. “Glad to know I exceed expectations.”

“I knew you would. You’ve always been the type to blow everyone away.” Keeho’s smile and praise were making your chest feel odd again, like your heart was trying to do flips.

“Can’t believe I get to see you like this,” he pulled you closer and placed a kiss right above your collarbone. “Feel you like this,” his hands were on your back again, this time sliding up to where your bra could be unlatched.

A quick raise of his eyebrow was enough for you to know what he was asking. You nodded and he went to work, having a little trouble with the hooks at first, making you giggle at his focused face.

“Let me,” you offered as you reached behind yourself and undid the hooks in one seamless motion.

“What the fuck, how did you do that,” Keeho just kept staring at you baffled as you slid the bra straps down your arms. “No, seriously, how is that possible?”

You shrugged as you were holding the bra up by its cups now, not ready to reveal to him just yet. “Years of practice. It’s really not that impressive.” Before Keeho could protest, you asked another question since your curiosity was now piqued. “Wait, have you- have you never seen someone do that before?”

Keeho looked like he was actually thinking back on it. “Well…not that I can remember. But I also haven’t ever paid that much attention before.”

“Your usual hook-ups aren’t like this?” Kind of a weird question for you to ask the man you were currently trying to hook up with, but what’s the harm in asking, right?

“My usual hook-ups aren’t you.”

Oh.

That’s-

“Oh,” was your brilliant response. Keeho just smiled.

“Are you done asking me about my previous sex life now, or is there more you want to know? Curious about my stroke game, maybe?”

“Why are you like this,” you groaned, making him laugh. One of his hands rested soothingly against your thigh as he waited for your next move.

“Dunno - but you love that I’m like this anyway, so clearly it’s working.”

Since you couldn’t really argue with that, it was time to continue your mission you’d started before embarking on this small side quest.

“I’m not about to be the only one topless here.” You had removed one of your hands to grab at his tank top but the other one was still holding your bra in place. “Gonna help me change that?”

With no hesitation, Keeho did the stupidly attractive thing that guys do when they pull their shirts off by reaching behind them. You were met with the sight of Keeho and his bare chest within a moment, and honestly you weren’t sure what amount of time you would’ve needed to prepare for it.

Keeho was fucking hot. Full stop. You’d be crazy to deny it, no matter how much you didn’t want to inflate his ego.

You must’ve been ogling at him because soon enough he hit you with a “Like what you see?”

That smirk of his was lethal if you looked too long, so you rolled your eyes instead and placed your hand on one of his pecs. As you started to drag your hand down, you noticed how the speed of his breathing increased.

“Sensitive much?” You lightly brushed against one of his nipples, his movement then answering your question.

“Y-yeah, maybe a little bit,” Keeho was trying not to crack. “Also how is this fair now?”

You knew he was referring to your bra, so you let it drop. Once your chest was free, Keeho wasted no time in cupping one of your breasts.

“Pretty,” he mumbled as he squeezed one, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he continued. “What was it you said earlier - that you’re a ‘hard one to please’? Why don’t we test that theory?”

He gently closed his mouth around one of your nipples, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. He flicked his tongue against it, making you almost cry out at the feeling. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging ever so slightly like you were trying to keep yourself grounded.

Keeho lapped his tongue around you a few more times and you started squirming in his lap. The way you were rubbing right up against him fueled you to try harder, each move pulling you closer to the point of no return. Your panties were soaked and clinging to you, meaning you could really feel him almost as much as you would if your last bit of clothing were gone.

“Kee- Keeho,” you moaned his name when you felt one of his hands brush against your inner thigh. The resulting grunt he let out had you moving faster in his lap, eager to coax more sounds out of him.

He pulled off of you then with a small pop, lips still wet with spit as he stared at you.

“Fuck, I was not ready for that, holy shit.” Keeho ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face before it fell back into place. The black and blue strands were even more captivating up this close, with the warm light from the lamp washing over the both of you. “Never knew my name could sound so good coming from someone else.”

“You wanna see if you can make it happen again,” you taunted him as you placed both hands on his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. You felt his smile against your lips, enjoying the peaceful moment before a spark of pleasure shot through you.

Keeho was grabbing a bit rougher at your breast now than he had before, brushing your nipple with his thumb while you kissed. “Don’t worry,” he added as his unoccupied hand started moving closer to where you wanted him most. “I have no doubt I can make you say my name again.”

He stopped at the edge of your underwear, silently asking you again with his eyes if he could continue. You gave him another nod, probably a bit too eager if his chuckle was anything to go by.

Instead of going up under the clothing like you expected he might, he stroked against the outside first, placing pressure amongst one of the wetter spots.

“Shit, can already tell that you’re soaked. Maybe I do have some game after all,” Keeho was egging you on as he placed more pressure and moved his fingers in a circular motion. Unfortunately for you, it was right on your clit, so the stimulation was overwhelming.

“I swear to god if you don’t stop talking about your game-” you cut yourself off with a moan.

“What was that,” Keeho’s tone was so hot, you couldn’t even be bothered about him teasing you this way. “I couldn’t hear you over how much game I have.”

“Keeho,” you whined out his name, starting to grow impatient. You almost thought you could feel him twitch underneath you, but that would’ve been hard to tell since he was still wearing sweatpants.

“There she is,” he said it like he was praising you for doing a good job on something. “My name sounds so pretty when it’s coming from you.” He trailed kisses down your neck, stopping once he got to your breast again. A devious smile before he gave your nipple another small flick with his tongue.

“Can’t wait to hear you scream it later,” was the only warning you got before Keeho started making you see stars.

He pushed your panties to the side and shoved two fingers into you from the jump, the slide easy because of how absolutely fucking drenched you were. His other arm closed around you, pulling you closer which in turn pushed his fingers further inside. That combined with the way he was ravishing your breast - sometimes even biting your nipple gently - had you approaching your high much faster than you’d like to admit.

How was this man making you fall apart with just two fingers and his tongue? You hadn’t even seen his dick yet and here you were, shaking and moaning in his lap like you had absolutely no control over it.

The power of Keeho, you guessed.

The way he curled his fingers inside of you had you trembling, sounds kept tumbling out of you and mingled with the ones you could barely hear coming from him.

“Kee- Kee, wait.” You hated to stop him but you refused to cum like this. You needed something more - even if you weren’t sure what it was that you needed.

Keeho stopped moving his fingers but kept them inside of you, making you clench around them. He pulled his mouth off of you and answered with a “Hm?”

“Don’t wanna cum so soon,” you were slightly breathless. The way his face lit up at your words made that feeling in your chest constrict again.

“Wha- already? Wow, I’m doing way better than I thought I would at this point.”

That got your attention. “How did you think you were going to do?”

Keeho opened his mouth, shut it, then paused before he opened it again. “I don’t know, I never thought I’d get this far.”

He didn’t give you long to ponder over the familiar quote before he slowly started pumping his fingers in and out again, this time adding a third one to the mix. You’d thankfully calmed down some but he’d have you at the brink again in no time if you didn’t stop him.

“Keeho-”

“I’m right here, baby. Need to know what you want me to do,” a rough kiss before he continued, “how you want me to make you cum.”

You were about to put a muzzle on this man if he didn’t stop saying things that made your heart beat at an irrationally fast pace.

“I don’t know, just- not like this. You pick,” you handed the control back over to Keeho before realizing what you’d just done.

“You sure you want that?”

You nodded, eyes shut as you clenched around his fingers again. He slowly pulled them all the way out, leaving you immediately missing the feeling of having him - well, a part of him - inside of you.

“I just want you,” your eyes opened again as you answered him with conviction. “You choose, Kee.”

Keeho gulped. For the first time that night, it looked like he was at a loss for words. Instead of offering you an answer, he chose to put his fingers in his mouth. Keeho closed his eyes as he tasted you, the sight mesmerizing as he appeared to get lost in it.

“Fuck, you taste so good. God,” he lowered his voice as his eyes travelled down to where you were now uncovered, “it would fucking drive me crazy if I had it all the time, I’m calling it now.”

The idea flashed through your mind for barely a second before you were shoving it down into the deepest crevices of your brain.

Did Keeho want to do this again? Furthermore, did he want to keep doing it? Was this really the good idea you thought it was before all of this started kicking off?

Keeho’s voice pulled you out of your nearly-started spiral.

“Hey, you good there?” He was waving one hand in front of your face. “Was it what I said?”

“No, I’m good. Just wasn’t expecting that.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile, but you weren’t sure if he believed it or not.

“Sorry, I get kinda stupid with the shit I say when I’m pussy drunk. But also - I meant every word.”

This man was going to be the death of you somehow.

You tried to change the subject. “Aren’t these pants uncomfortable?” You palmed at the bulge that was straining against the fabric, resulting in an immediate reaction from Keeho.

“Fuck, ha, I mean they’re not the most comfortable, if you wanna take ‘em off we can-”

You shimmied back some so you were more-so straddling his thighs instead of his lap. With one more nod from Keeho you started to pull his sweatpants down by tugging on the waistband. You thought you had at least another layer of clothing between you and his dick after that but surprise, surprise.

Keeho was going commando. The small gasp you let out made Keeho cover his face with his hands for a second as he groaned into them.

“Care to explain?”

“Ok look, I thought I was sleeping on my own so I decided fuck it, why not. And then when you asked me to stay with you, I never thought this of all things would happen so it’s not like- I definitely didn’t plan this if that’s what you’re asking-”

You wrapped a hand around him to get him to stop and he shut up instantly. The power of that move might’ve gone to your head a little bit.

It dawned on you then just how big Keeho was. Like - he was packing. Talk about exceeding expectations. You could fit your whole hand around him, but you felt the fullness when you started stroking him.

“Fuck, uh, ok uh, do you want to do this or-” Keeho’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “I was trying to make you cum so like, don’t worry about me, ha.”

“Well I’m not going to be the only one cumming, I can assure you of that.” You picked up your pace a little bit, relishing in the moan Keeho let out.

“Fuck, fuck, ok. Ah-”

With every sound that escaped Keeho’s lips, you could feel yourself aching to be full again. For now, though: this was way more entertaining.

“You’re so sensitive,” you said it more to yourself than anything else, but Keeho still heard and scoffed as if to say ‘No shit.’

“Yeah, the girl I’ve had a crush on for who knows how long now has her hand wrapped around my dick, nothing to be sensitive about at all.”

Ouch. Your chest was doing the flippy thing again. You didn’t get a chance to respond before Keeho’s hand was wrapping around yours, making you stop your movement.

“Kee?”

“Can we, um- listen, you can totally say no, but I wanted to… try something.” Keeho was throbbing in your hand as he spoke, and you thought then that there probably wasn’t anything he’d suggest that you wouldn’t be down to at least consider.

“Depends on what it is, but probably yes.”

Keeho blinked in surprise. “Oh, shit. Well, wasn’t expecting that before I’ve even told you, but- ok, here goes. Can you move up a little for me?”

You did as he asked, now back in your original spot on his lap, his dick basically trapped under where you sat. He placed both hands on your hips and tried to move you forward some more. Confused, you went along with it until you were almost sitting on his chest.

“Keeho, what-”

He laughed, squeezing now at your thighs instead of your hips with how far he’d managed to push you up. “Was wondering how long it’d take before you figured it out.”

You had indeed not yet figured it out. “Okay…?”

Keeho smiled. “God, you’re adorable.”

His next response was not quite what you were expecting (although it definitely made sense in hindsight).

“Wanna sit on my face?”

“O-Oh,” was all you could think to say at the moment. “I mean… yes?”

“Sounds a little too much like a question rather than a confirmation for me. Need to know what you want, baby.”

There he was with the pet name again. His voice was comforting, though, and it gave you the courage to finally answer for real. “I want to try.”

Keeho grinned and you were so fond of this man. “Come on up here, then,” he patted the top of his chest, letting you know exactly where he wanted you to sit.

Face-sitting wasn’t something you’d ever really been super excited about. One, because you’d never really had an enthusiastic partner for that kind of activity before and two, the idea made you nervous. Do you sit down completely? Are you supposed to hover? What the fuck do you actually do-

“I can hear you overthinking from down here,” Keeho so helpfully supplied. “Once you’re up here, I’ll handle the rest.”

You trusted him. This was Keeho; he had no reason to lead you astray on this. Especially since it looked like he was vibrating enough with excitement from you even entertaining the idea in the first place.

You managed to get your soaked panties off without much trouble before you scooted closer to where he had indicated, hovering over him at first. Keeho gently lowered you down, wrapping his arms around the outside of your thighs once you were seated. His fingers were just barely able to touch your inner thighs from this angle, and you knew he would probably use that to his advantage if he could manage it.

“Hey, relax. Can feel how tense you are.” Keeho placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh that he could reach, the action making you shiver in his hold. “I do need you to come up a little more, though.”

“Are you sure?” The nervous tinge to your voice couldn’t be helped.

“Yes, baby. How else am I gonna get to taste you properly if I can’t get my mouth on you?”

You took a deep breath before moving again. Your thighs were caging in Keeho’s head now, and the gaze he held was absolutely predatory. This man looked like he wanted to devour you and you just might fucking let him.

If this was the only night that you could have with Keeho this way, you’d better make it count.

“Let me know if you wanna stop at any time.” Keeho gave you one last sweet smile before his tongue slipped past your folds.

Now, you weren’t expecting to be disappointed by any means - Keeho was clearly skilled if he’d suggest something like this. You anticipated it would feel good and maybe change your opinion on the whole act itself.

What you didn’t expect was for Keeho to have you shaking on top of him in less than a minute. Every single reaction your body was having, he knew just how to counter it.

Didn’t know what to do with your hands? Keeho placed them in his hair, even tugging a little for you so you knew he didn’t mind. Didn’t want your hips to move too much and cause you to shift too far up? Keeho had you, making sure you stayed in place where you could still grind against him without moving too far. The way he ravaged you had you falling apart in the best way possible, and his commentary didn’t do much to help that either.

“Taste so fucking good,” Keeho spoke in between licks, making sure to not to deprive you of him for too long. “My dreams were never as good as this, shit.”

“You’ve - fuck - dreamt about this?” Your hands were twisted in his hair, each tug pulling a soft moan from him underneath you, and you could feel the sound against your core.

“I’ve had dreams of you doing so many things that it’s actually a little embarrassing,” his words were slightly muffled but you got the gist. “So: I’m pleading the fifth on that one.”

Your laughter that started quickly formed into a sharp gasp. Keeho’s tongue was now inside of you. You could feel him tracing it along your walls where he could reach, not even daring to look down and see how close to you this had made him. It felt like he was leaving handprints on your thighs now from how hard he was gripping you.

You chanced looking down to see if your suspicion was correct and nearly came on the spot. Keeho’s fingers were holding onto you so fiercely that marks had already started forming.

Looking at his face proved to be even more lethal: Keeho looked like he wanted to consume you, to eat you whole. His siren eyes burned into yours, holding your stare while he left you craving more. You saw as he made a show of showing you his tongue before he started focusing on your clit.

“Keeho, fuck, Kee-” you were full on grinding against him now, his tongue flicking your clit at a faster pace after your reaction. One of your hands left his hair to be placed on the wall in front of you; you didn’t trust your legs not to give out any second now, so you needed all the stability you could get.

“That’s it, baby,” Keeho’s breath sounded labored as he spoke. “Keep going. Use me, make yourself feel good.”

Holy shit, the mouth on this man - both verbally and physically. You couldn’t tell which one was able to fuck you up more when he was using both tactics at the same time.

Everything continued the same way for a bit with Keeho alternating between his tongue tricks. At one point, though, he took you by surprise by biting down on the inside of your thigh.

“Fuck!” Your eyes had been closed at that point so you quickly looked down to see what the hell had gotten into him. The bite didn’t hurt really, but it definitely caught you off guard.

He was smiling, lips and chin absolutely covered. “Wanted to see you,” was his simple response. “You haven’t looked at me in a while, need to know I’m still doing good.”

“Fuck, so good, feels so fucking good, Kee,” you wanted to reassure him, but the absolutely heavenly moan he let out in response gave you a power trip like no other. You were still looking down at him, biting your bottom lip now to try and stifle your own sounds so you could hear more from him.

Apparently you didn’t have to wait long, because soon enough Keeho started getting louder. You could feel each one of noises against you as he tried to continue licking your clit. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyelids kept fluttering shut before he attempted to train his eyes on you again. It looked like he was losing a little bit of his rhythm - it still felt fucking otherworldly (no, you were not down bad, not at all) but there was definitely a slight hitch in his motions.

Then you were able to pinpoint the reason why. One of Keeho’s hands was missing from its rightful place on your thigh, and you could feel movement from behind you that you hadn’t noticed before. You turned your head as much as possible to see that Keeho was jerking himself off at the same time as he was eating you out. Your hand that was still twisted in his hair gripped harder, making him groan and start to stroke himself faster.

“Oh fuck.” Something about that entire scene was enough to almost throw you over the edge. You were shaking so much now that you were a little shocked Keeho hadn’t asked you to hop off his face yet. If anything, you spurred him on to press himself closer to you, adding more force with his tongue and a pressure to your clit that hadn’t been there before.

The new pressure, his noises rising in pitch, and his continued staring at you like he wanted to wreck you was what finally got you there, too fast for you to even try and give him a warning. All you could do was moan out his name, relishing in the way his eyes rolled back at the sound.

He kept up his ministrations throughout your orgasm, only stopping when you whined from the sensitivity. You tried to move away from his face but his hand that was still holding onto you grabbed your leg harder.

“Please, fuck, don’t-” Keeho gasped, still stroking himself. “Don’t move yet. Just- stay here.”

“But you haven’t-”

“I know, ah, it won’t take long now though. Especially seeing you,” he broke off to moan and kick his head back, “like this.”

You thought about it and almost gave in to what he wanted, but you wanted to do more than just sit there and let him continue to do the majority of the work.

“Kee?”

“Shit- yeah?” His fingers were digging in the flesh of your thigh, the feeling still somewhat managing to arouse you after you were still coming down from before.

“Let me help. Please?”

“God, not the begging- you are helping, way more than you think. You don’t need to do anything else, baby.” Keeho smiled from underneath you.

“But what if I want to do something else,” you tried using your most seductive tone, hoping it wasn’t too much. Keeho didn’t seem put off by it in the slightest, so you kept going.

“Ha, well, I’d probably let you do whatever you wanted to be honest.”

You filed that info away for later - if there ever was a later.

“What if I wanted to suck you off instead?”

Keeho stared at you like you’d grown another head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that right- you wanna do what?”

You giggled. “Gonna let me make you feel good, Kee?” You accentuated your words by sticking your tongue out at the end. His eyes widened when he finally seemed to get it.

“Oh what the fuck- yeah, no, that’s uh, sounds great actually.” Keeho was panting in between every few words, clearly close but still holding on. Which was great for you, because if you didn’t get this man’s dick in your mouth soon, you were probably going to scream.

Keeho helped you lift yourself off of him, being careful to not fall as you moved down the bed since your legs were still wobbly. You pulled his sweatpants the rest of the way off, letting Keeho watch you as he continued getting himself off.

As you settled yourself in between his legs, you wanted to tease him a little bit. You gently stroked along the inside of one of his thighs, mostly because you wanted to see if it’d make him squirm, but also as a little payback for what your own thighs had been through. “How’s this, Kee?”

The reaction was immediate, his thighs tensing under your touch. “It’s, uh, yeah.”

“Let me know if you wanna stop at any time,” you repeated his words from earlier as you took him into your own hand again, moving his away. It landed limply beside him on the bed, but you wagered that soon it would be occupied with something else.

You wasted no time in running your tongue along his cock, taking notice of which places seemed to be most sensitive (luckily for you: the answer was all of it). Once you finally wrapped your lips around him, Keeho let out a punched sound that turned into a groan.

“I’m not gonna last long at all, shit.” Keeho tried to look at you but his head was immediately falling back onto the pillow. “Can’t look at you, really fucking want to, but I wanna last longer than 5 seconds.”

“That’s ok, baby,” you tried out the pet name on him this time, loving the way he twitched in your hand. “Do what feels best.”

“Fuck, uh- are you sure?” Since you didn’t have your mouth back on him yet, he chanced looking down at you again. He fared a little better this time but not by much. “I can sometimes get kinda, uh, carried away.”

“As in…?” You wanted him to be the one to say it. You wanted him to tell you what he wanted, or better yet, show you what he wanted.

Keeho got the hint, finally placing one of his hands in your hair. He gave it a small tug, almost experimentally, and smirked at the small gasp you let out.

His other hand wove its way into your hair, and you felt him twitch again.

“You ready?” He looked like he was about to explode from holding himself back. You responded to him in the best way you could think of: you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue as much as you could.

Keeho’s eyes rolling back were the last thing you saw before he guided himself back into your mouth. His pace was fine at first, but it picked up in speed rather quickly, his hands tightening in your hair as he controlled everything that was happening.

“God, I can’t-” you heard him gulp for air, “can’t believe I’m actually doing this with you. To you.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations flowing through his cock and making him cry out in return. He started pushing you down further, making you gag now but never pushing too far for it to be a problem. Your throat constricting around him must have been what he needed to finally let go, because after that it was just unfiltered thoughts from then on.

“Look so fucking pretty like this, letting me- ah, letting me f-fuck your face.” One of his hands detangled from your hair so his thumb could brush across your cheek, catching a tear you hadn’t realized was falling down. “And you’re crying too, holy shit-”

If you had the energy you honestly probably would’ve tried getting yourself off again because seeing Keeho fall apart like this was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. But you wanted to focus all your attention on Keeho. Nothing on the brain, just Keeho.

He moaned loudly when you hollowed your cheeks more around him. “Just wanna- ruin you, wanna wreck you for anybody else.”

Oh. Where was that coming from all of a sudden? And why did you like it so much?

“But I also, fuck, wanna take care of you.” A harsher thrust this time, making you gag hard enough to almost choke. The panic that seized you for the briefest of moments - you didn’t know if that’s what caused it, or if it was his words.

He wanted to take care of you? What the fuck did that even mean?

Before you had much time to contemplate it, Keeho started moaning more frequently, barely able to get full words out now as his high was approaching.

“Fuck, I’m- close. Close, so if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, ha now’s the time to m-move.”

You squeezed his legs as if to encourage him to just let go. Your only goal right now was to swallow down everything this man was about to give you - moving was not on your list. Keeho’s hand that had left your hair was now gripping the bedsheet, making a flexing motion every few seconds like it wanted something different to hold onto.

In a daring moment of bravery, you reached up one of your hands to intertwine with his own. What you heard in the next few seconds would likely stick with you the rest of your life (and probably haunt your dreams very often).

The moment your fingers were laced with his, Keeho’s head snapped up and he looked at you with wild eyes before drifting his sight to where your hands connected. You gave his hand a light squeeze and that was it. The sound he let out was almost loud enough that you mildly worried about him getting a noise complaint, but you also decided you didn’t give a shit, not when he sounded like this.

“Ah, I’m cumming, oh my god, fuck,” was the only warning you got before warmth flooded your mouth. You tried your best to swallow everything, but there was so much that some unfortunately spilled out of your mouth. Keeho continued making noise throughout, a mixture of something that sounded like your name with the moans that you were now - slightly - used to.

You decided to spare the poor man and not push him to the brink of sensitivity like he’d done to you. Plus, you needed to get the rest of his cum down your throat so you had other matters to attend to.

When you were done cleaning your face of any remaining cum, you licked around your fingers to get every last drop. A soft ‘shit’ got your attention and you looked up to see Keeho staring at you.

He had managed to push himself up to where he was sitting now, back against the headboard. “That’s so hot, what the fuck.”

You giggled before shrugging. “Be a shame to let all that go to waste, don’t you think?”

“Uh, I can’t really think much of anything right now other than just ‘what the fuck,’” Keeho’s smile was a bit lopsided and he clearly looked like he was still recovering.

Against your better judgment, you crawled back up the bed to where you were beside Keeho. He gave you a confused look but his gaze softened when he saw you lifting one of his arms. You rested your cheek against his chest and his arm was around you. He started tracing soothing patterns on your arm as you shifted yourself to get comfortable.

You’d already crossed a major line - what was a little cuddling gonna do to make it worse?

Pushing that thought away with all the others you’d smacked into some other regions of your brain, you noticed when Keeho wrapped both arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth. You could’ve fallen asleep right then and there - had he not placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“This ok?” His voice was low, soft. You wondered if you maybe even detected some nervousness.

“It’s nice,” you answered truthfully. You’d probably hate yourself in the morning, sure, but why try to cut this feeling short now? You finally allowed yourself to wonder what it would be like if you actually gave all this a chance.

The more you thought about it, though, the more you felt something akin to ice flowing through your veins. You felt frozen, stuck - like what you were doing now was wrong and should definitely not be happening. You made up your mind that once Keeho was asleep and you could move freely without waking him, you were getting the fuck out of there. You weren’t sure how long you’d been laying there before Keeho spoke up again.

“Hey,” he muttered, “I’m glad you stayed tonight.”

Another icy shard in your chest.

“And not just because - well, you know - but because I know you’re safe and not outside scared or freezing in the storm.”

“Me too,” you again answered him truthfully, because you meant every word. You were glad you stayed and you wanted to continue to stay. But all the alarm bells going off in your head were starting to win out over rational thinking.

You needed to get out of here. But you couldn’t leave now. Not when Keeho would know.

Not when he would know that you weren’t able to let yourself feel for him the same way he felt for you.

“Hey, Kee?” You somehow managed to talk around the lump in your throat.

“Hm?” He sounded like he was dozing, and you could tell from the slow way his chest was rising and falling that he was content.

“I’m not sure if I can sleep like this,” you lied. “Would it be ok for us to sleep how we were planning to in the beginning?”

“Yeah, whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable.” That same lazy smile was waiting for you when Keeho lifted his arms. He helped you get back on your side of the bed (you weren’t going to think about the implications of that right now) and even got the blanket from earlier to drape over you again.

“Tea is still in there if you decide you want any,” Keeho yawned as he laid down and shimmied under some of the blanket so you both were sharing. “It’s not going anywhere, so just get some if you want. But also,” another yawn, “it’s not required during your stay.”

“When did this suddenly become a hotel,” you tried to joke, but it didn’t quite land. Thankfully, Keeho was too close to sleep to really notice. All you got from him was a soft chuckle before he breathed deeply.

“Goodnight. I’m right here if you need me.” Keeho told you this as he was turning to face the other way, probably trying to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed after everything that had just transpired.

“Goodnight,” you responded barely above a whisper. You almost didn’t breathe for the next few minutes, straining to listen for the moment that Keeho was sound asleep. After you heard him snoring softly, you waited a few minutes and started moving slowly toward the side of the bed. When you finally deemed it safe enough, you got up carefully and placed the blanket back down without causing too much movement. Keeho didn’t even budge, and the last look you threw his way was enough to plunge that icy dagger further into your heart.

You gathered up all your clothes as quietly as you could. As much as you hated putting your soaked clothing back on, the idea of staying in this apartment any longer made you feel worse. You ordered an Uber while you were trying to get back into all your clothing, thankful that there were still some running this late.

The doorknob leading out of the apartment felt cold underneath your hand when you went to turn it, the sound suddenly so loud in the otherwise peaceful, quiet room. You opened it without thinking too much more on it and closed it as softly as possible beside you. Once you were far enough away from the apartment, you just started running.

You needed to put as much distance between you and Keeho as possible, and luckily for you, your Uber pulled up right as you were making your way down the corridor that led outside. You got inside the car and inhaled shakily. The last thing you could think to do to try and put this behind you for now was take out your phone and send a single text to Keeho.

[you] 2:34 AM: i’m sorry.

i am also sorry, dear reader - there will be more to come for these two though! thank you so so much for reading, i hope you really enjoyed it~ 💜

(stormy divider used in this post is from HERE)

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You and Jongseob had planned a day out at the mall, strolling through the bustling aisles, window shopping and enjoying each other's company. It was a typical date, nothing out of the ordinary.

As Jongseob stepped into a busy sports store, you waited outside, leaning against the wall, scrolling through your phone to pass the time. You look up from your phone to check on Jongseob when a shadow fell over you.

"Hey there, beautiful," a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up to see a tall, blonde guy with dark almost black eyes standing way too close for comfort. He had a cocky smile on his face, and there was something about him that set off an alarm in your head.

"Can I help you?" you asked, trying to sound assertive, but your voice came out a little shaky.

"I just wanted to say, you're stunning. I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as you," he purred, his eyes roaming over your body. You felt your cheeks heat up, but you weren't flattered. Something about his gaze made you feel exposed.

"Thank you, but I'm waiting for my boyfriend," you replied, hoping he'd take the hint and leave. But this guy obviously wasn't getting the message.

"Oh, come on, one date won't hurt." he persisted, his eyes glinting with determination. "You deserve some fun, and I promise, it'll be worth it."

You shook your head, firmly stating, "No, I have a boyfriend, and I'm not interested." You tried to step away, but he moved closer, cornering you against the wall. His scent, a mix of cologne and something musky, invaded your senses, making you feel nauseous.

"Don't be like that, babe. Let me take you out" he whispered, his breath hot on your ear. His hand grazed your waist, and you shivered, but not from pleasure.

“Y/N where’d you go love?” You hear jongseobs voice call out to you. Just then, Jongseob stormed out of the store, his eyes blazing with anger. He took in the scene—the stranger too close for comfort, his hand on your body, and you, frozen in place. His face turned dark with rage.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole" Jongseob snarled, grabbing the stranger by the collar and yanking him away from you. The guy stumbled back, his cocky smile fading as he realized he'd picked the wrong target.

"Seobie, it's okay, he wasn't doing anything," you softly protested, but John wasn't listening. He was seething, his fists clenched tightly.

"You think you can just hit on my girl and get away with it?" He growled, his voice was filled with disbelief, almost laughing at the scene in front of him. The stranger, now pale with fear, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Hey, man, I didn't know she was taken. I'm sorry, okay? No need to get violent," he stammered, his eyes darting around, looking for a way to get away from his grip.

Jongseob's grip tightened on the blondes collar, and you could see the veins on his forearms looking at you. "You stay the fuck away from her, you hear me? She's mine"

The stranger nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "Yeah, sure, man. I get it. I won't come near her again. I swear."

Jongseob shoved him away, and the guy stumbled, almost falling to the ground before hurrying off, disappearing into the crowd. You felt a mix of emotions—relieved that the guy was gone, but also anxious by Jongseob's sudden outburst.

Jongseob turned to you, his eyes still burning with anger. "Get in the car, now," he ordered, his voice harsh. You flinched at his tone, but you knew better than to argue. You followed him to the parking lot, getting more and more anxious with every step

Once inside the car, Jongseob started the engine, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I can't take you anywhere without you attracting every fuckboy in town," he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're a fucking magnet for trouble, you know that?"

You sat quietly, stunned by his words. This wasn't like your Seobie; he was usually so calm and collected. when guys would hit on you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

"Don't even try to deny it. I saw the way that guy was all over you, and how you loved every second of it." His voice rose, his anger was making your hands shake. "You love the attention, don't you?“ You want to respond but your heart feels too heavy to speak. “You're mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."

Your heart sank as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to explain, to tell him that the guy had made you uncomfortable, but Jongseob wasn't listening. It’s like his jealousy was blinding him.

As he drove, his grip on the wheel tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. You knew this wasn't the time to argue. Jongseob was a ticking time bomb, and you needed to defuse the situation.

"Seobie, please, he was just being persistent. I told him no, but he didn't listen. I'm sorry if it looked like I was encouraging him," you said, your voice soft and pleading. "I love you, and you know that."

"Let’s go." he whispers aggressively grabbing your wrist, his breath hot against your ear. You let him guide you to your shared room and roughly push you down onto the soft bed. He tightly secures the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. The loss of sight heightens your other senses, making you hyperaware of every sound and touch. You hear the soft rustle of clothing and feel the cool air on your skin as Jongseob undresses you swiftly, his fingers trailing along your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

You feel his lips find your neck, and he starts planting needy, wet kisses along your sensitive skin. Biting down hard every chance he could. His hands find your breasts, his aggressive touches making you jump. You surrender to the darkness and the sensations, feeling Jongseobs hands exploring your body. His fingers glide across your nipples, teasing them to hardness before he takes each one into his mouth, sucking and tugging violently. Your breath quickens, and you arch your back. His tongue traces patterns on your abdomen, making you squirm as it nears your aching pussy.

You try to distract yourself and not give into all his teasing until Jongseonz mouth finally reaches your throbbing clit. He parts your folds with his tongue, exploring your wetness, and moan in pleasure as he finds your sweet spot. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body. You feel around and grip at his hair but he slaps your hand off and pulls away. “you know the rules.

As your moans fill the room, Jongseob pulls away leaving you feeling more needy than before and then suddenly.

drip.

drip..

drip…

The hot wax makes you squirm. You try to feel around for the wax but you feel jongseob grab your wrists with his hand. “You’re not being good Y/N…” he argued. You try to pay attention but he keeps dripping the wax onto you. Making it hard to focus, until you feel a cold metal on your wrist.

click.

click.

you hear as the metal tightens on your wrist.

click

click.

you hear as he handcuffs you to the bed.

"Seobie , please..." you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. He clicks his tongue. “You’re so impatient.” You feel his long fingers harshly jam into you, quickly going in and out. You feel the tension coiling tightly within you, ready to snap. Just as you're about to climax, he stops abruptly, leaving you teetering on the precipice of pleasure.

"Cumming so soon?" he teases. He stands, and you sense him looming over you, his presence dominating the space. Suddenly, you feel a firm hand on your throat

"You’re such a slut for me. isn’t that right?" he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Yes i’m your slut!” you say through your tears, his other hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing pussy. His fingers plunge into your wetness, curling and hitting all the right spots. You feel like putty under his touch.

The combination of sensations is overwhelming. The chokehold clouds your mind, making the pleasure more intense as he fucks you with his fingers, pushing you closer to the brink.

"I want to feel you, all of you," he whispers, his voice raw with need. With gentle but firm hands, he guides your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel the head of his cock teasing your slick folds, circling your entrance, teasing you.

"Please, seobie..." you plead, desperate for him to fill the emptiness inside you. He teases you further, sliding just the tip inside, then pulling out, making you whimper. Finally, he thrusts forward, filling you completely in one smooth motion. You moan loudly with warm tears running down your face as he stretches you, accommodating his thickness.

Jongseob finally begins to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with purpose. The loss of sight heightens the sensation, making you focus on every inch of his cock as it glides in and out of your tight pussy. His hands grip your thighs, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as he picks up the pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. He leans forward, his hands gripping your hips as he slams into you, over and over. The force of his thrusts drives you deeper into the mattress, each one pushing you closer to the edge.

Without warning, he pulls out, leaving you empty and desperate. He flips you onto your stomach, your ass in the air, and delivers a sharp smack to one cheek, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Such a good girl," he praises, his hand caressing the stinging skin.

He positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your slick entrance. With one smooth thrust, he fills you again, this time from behind. The new angle hits all your sweet spots, making you let out a loud moan, pushing back against him, urging him deeper.

Jongseobs hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as he establishes a relentless rhythm. He fucks you with abandon, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your senses overwhelmed as he drives you closer to the brink once more.

"Cum for me." he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel it..."

His words are your undoing. You tighten around him, your pussy milking his cock as you climax, crying out as pleasure surges through your body. Jongsoeb follows, groaning as he empties himself deep inside you, his hips jerking uncontrollably.

In the aftermath, he collapses onto your back, his chest heaving against yours. Slowly, he removes the blindfold, and grabs the key to uncuff you. His hands caressing your now red wrists. You turn in his arms, your bodies still joined, and look into his eyes, seeing the love and desire reflected there.

"I’m sorry baby” you say softly into his chest. He smiles, a devilish glint in his eyes. "It’s not your fault angel” he says softly into your ear before kissing your head.

[seobover]

DAY 10: mirror sex/orgasm denial/amnesia with haku shota

a/n: first time participating in kinktober !! so thankful for @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for hosting this! make sure to check the prompt list where all days and writers are listed <3 also this is my first longer smut fic, i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: fem!reader, memory loss (reader), orgasm denial for both (yet oddly sweet n soft sex), mirror sex, praising, kissing with tongue, slight overstimulation (reader), slightly perv! shota, shota and reader are both switches, kinda (very) fluffy, aftercare

wc: 2.4k words

nsfw under the cut

shota knew it was wrong – he knew he should wait patiently for your memory to come back. he knew it was wrong to do anything, but he couldn’t take it anymore: he needed his sweet girl..

he missed all of you: your touch, your gentle fingers and the way you'd run them through his hair and draw soft patterns on his face when he was stressed. he missed your hugs, the way you'd squeeze him tight before letting go. he missed your soft lips on his, and your loving, gentle kisses.

most of all, he missed your pussy. he missed the warmth of you around him, the way your cunt sucked him inside – so welcoming and needy.

he had to do something about it.

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you walk through the empty dorm, scanning each room you pass as you follow him to his room.

”the others are out, so we have the whole dorm all to ourselves." shota says as he notices your gaze traveling.

”perfect,” you respond with a soft grin.

upon entering his room, you feel a strange sense of belonging. it looks so unfamiliar, but you feel as if you’ve been there a thousand times.

the reason you’re in his room right now is simple — shota called you to come over, telling you he had something important to talk about with you.

-

you sit on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. he sits down next to you, but leaves a noticeable gap between your bodies.

“we were dating?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“we were,” shota confirms. “i mean, we are. we never broke up.”

“oh.. i’m sorry, i wish i could remember..” you frown slightly, but shota shakes his head.

“it’s not your fault,” he reassures gently. ”i promised i’d wait for you.”

you study his expression for a moment before speaking up. ”do you have any pictures of us?”

shota quickly pulls his phone out. ”yeah, i do, i have many. so many.”

you notice his hands trembling as he tries to open an album on his phone. he passes his phone to you.

you scroll through the album. countless of pictures of you and him, of your dates, hang outs, celebrations.. you see a life you don’t recognize as your own.

then, a picture pops up on the screen; he’s laying on a bed, possibly the one you’re sitting on at the moment, and he’s shirtless. his chest has a few hickeys and kiss marks, and you’re nestled on his side.

it looks very suggestive, it’s like an ’after sex’ picture, but... you’re not sure if you had ever had sex with him.

you lift your gaze to see him already looking at you. his eyes flicker between the photo and you. he's fiddling with his fingers nervously, waiting for your reaction.

you study his expression for a moment, unsure how to proceed. then, as if a light bulb went on in your head, you get an idea and decide to say it out loud.

“if we were dating, i’m sure we would have had sex." you say. “i mean, the oldest pictures of us in that album are a few years old, and that's plenty of time to get familiar with each other, so…” you trail off.

“oh, did we have sex…” shota grins, suddenly getting a surge of confidence. “we were going at it like animals, babe.”

you let out a soft chuckle. “sure, that’s where i’m going with this. what if we have sex? like, right now. the body remembers, right? even if the mind doesn’t.”

shota doesn’t feel like a huge pervert anymore.

he stays silent for a moment. “are you sure?”

”yeah, i’m sure,” you respond immediately. shota nods.

”okay. let me undress you.”

he moves closer to you on the bed, reaching out to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.

shota’s movements are slow, soft… gentle: he’s being so careful, so considerate — and he’s only removing your clothes.

he slides your pants off with your now soaked panties.

”beautiful. you’re just as beautiful as i remembered,” shota whispers, gently massaging your inner thighs with his fingers.

you lie down, propping yourself up on your elbows. you spread your legs to accommodate him, urging him to touch you where you need him most.

shota twitches in his pants, his desire burning hot as you spread your legs for him. he can't wait any longer. not when he finally has you close again.

shota leans down to capture your lips in a hungry, yet sweet, kiss. he licks along your bottom lip, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue inside your welcoming mouth. his hands explore your body, gently traveling over your soft waist and stomach.

he moves his hands down to his pants, palming himself through the fabric before zipping his fly down. he has to break the kiss so he can slide his jeans and boxers off at once.

you gasp softly at the sight of him bare in front of you. "you're gorgeous, shota.."

"thank you, angel," he smiles. he wraps his fingers around the base of his length, giving it a few strokes before reaching for a condom. "just to be safe," he says, quickly rolling it on.

he guides himself to your entrance, pushing his tip past your folds without missing a beat.

he listens to your soft moans, pushing himself deeper inside you. "i'm so sensitive, it.. feels so good," he gasps. you try to push your hips against him more, needing him deeper.

he leans down, pressing his lips on yours again. the kiss gets desperate fast, your tongues pressing against each other in a dance of desire and need.

"missed this.. missed you,” shota sighs against your lips as he bottoms out fully. "my perfect girl..." he starts moving with a slow pace, his thrusts reaching deep inside you.

“shota,” you moan, and it's like a switch is flipped inside of him.

he picks up the pace of his thrusts and looks down, smirking at the sight of his cock bullying its way deeper in your cunt. ”look at you, so fucked out for me already..." he smirks, yet his voice stays gentle.

"can't see me, don't know about that." you breathe out in response.

"oh, babe, i'll just have to show you, then." he grins and pulls out. he sits down on the bed, and signs for you to get up. "sit on my lap, back against my chest," he instructs.

you do as he tells you, moving closer to him. you look up, and notice a full body mirror in front of you. how did you miss that?

you settle on his lap, slowly inching yourself down on his dick. the sight is too hot to handle, and you quickly avert your gaze from the mirror, away from where you're connected with him.

“don’t be shy now, sweetheart,” shota coos at you, gently lifting your chin to make you look at yourself in the mirror.

"so, so beautiful," he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear. shota reaches his hand between your thighs, and spreads your folds with two fingers. "look at that, baby, you look so perfect around me... taking me so well."

shota moves his hands to rest on your waist as he thrusts up into you. "watch, sweetie," he commands softly, making sure you keep your eyes on the mirror.

he moves one of his hands between your bodies. he begins rubbing circles on your clit. he gently flicks the sensitive bud, making you clench around him.

“see? this pussy remembers me, baby. you’re taking my dick so well,” he hums, and you moan at his words.

shota smiles proudly as he hears your moans. "it's good, yeah? you're doing great, angel. i'll make sure it feels good..."

you feel something bubbling up in your lower stomach, your muscles tensing slightly. you grind your hips against him needily, trying to take him deeper.

"oh? is my sweet girl getting close?" shota hums.

"i think so," you breathe out.

you feel the pleasure building up and you rut your hips up, chasing the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

shota feels mean. he wants to let you cum, wants to let you feel the pleasure and know how good he makes you feel but... he can't help that he's feeling mean. he removes his fingers from your clit, removing the stimulation that helps you get closer to the edge.

you let out a desperate whine, rolling your hips up again, as if it'd make him return his previous movements.

shota shakes his head, looking at you through the mirror. "not yet, pretty girl. i want you to feel every ounce of the pleasure i'm giving you."

"please, sho, don't be mean," you whine, trying to grind yourself against him in a desperate attempt to feel the pleasure he was giving you.

"mean? sweetie, i'm trying to make it feel better for you." shota blinks, feigning innocence.

you watch him through the mirror, your eyes focused on the way his hands travel on his thighs as he tries not to touch you. he's trying to stop himself, though his control is cracking as he looks at you.

"you look so pretty for me like this," he sighs. unable to control himself any longer, he brings his hand back to your clit, returning to his earlier ministrations.

he rolls his hips, making his cock hit all the sweet spots inside you. you let out a louder moan, feeling the bubble inside you build up again.

yet again, for the second time, shota has to ruin it. and this time it feels even more frustrating.

"not yet, baby, gotta wait," shota hums, so sweet you almost forget the reason he's saying it.

"please, shota, can't wait any longer," you whine, rubbing your cunt against him in a weak attempt to get some friction.

"hmm, i don't know."

"sho, i want it so bad," you cry out, almost desperately. his eyes soften. he can't bring himself to be mean to you anymore.

"okay, baby. cum for me, let go," he whispers directly in your ear. his fingers are back on your clit in seconds, the pace of his rubbing just the way you like it.

your pussy clenches around him as you let go, releasing your pleasure over him. shota continues rubbing your clit through the waves of pleasure you feel, trying to prolong your orgasm.

"doing so well for me, sweetie. my pretty girl," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.

"shota, 't's too much," you whine as the intense pleasure wears off, and he gently removes his fingers from your pretty cunt. you stay still for a moment, grounding yourself as the slight overstimulation from his movements still lingers.

he starts to lift you off of him but you quickly shake your head. "no, sho, i want to make you cum like this too. i can take it."

"you sure?" shota asks with a soft breath.

"i'm so sure. let me make you feel good," you reassure him. shota nods.

you roll your hips softly, moaning as you feel the aftermath of your own orgasm. shota twitches inside you, his hands gripping the bed sheets.

you look at the sight in the mirror — both of you all sweaty and sticky, bodies pressed against each other.. it's all so intimate, so loving. shota lies his head on your shoulder, and lets out soft moans. "i'm close already, so so close," he whimpers.

you roll your hips, more controlled this time. his moans become high pitched and needy, his hips thrusting up uncontrollably.

”i'm so close,” he whimpers again, to which you respond by completely lifting yourself off him. he whines desperately, lifting his hips to chase your cunt.

you gently push his hips back down. ”be patient, sho'," you hum.

”wanna cum..” he says with a slight whine.

"uh-huh, baby? you do?" you coo and he nods frantically.

"you didn't let me cum so easily, what makes you think i'll let you?" you say, almost too mean.

he lets out a soft whimper. "i'm sorry, baby, please let me cum, i need it," he begs.

"do you think you deserve it?" you question.

"yes, yes, i do, i'll... i'll be so good, please," he whines. "i'm sorry for not letting you release, please.."

you can't help but soften and let go of your plan at his whines. you sink back on him, and his hips strut upwards as the intense pleasure courses through his body again.

"i- i'm going to cum, please, can i?" he moans as you roll your hips faster this time.

"yes, baby, you can cum. been good for me, let go," you breathe out.

shota buries his face in your shoulder, his hot breath fanning your skin as his orgasm gets closer. he bucks his hips upwards and lets out soft whimpers, his whole body shaking as he cums. he doesn't stop the thrusts of his hips, riding out his orgasm with you.

"fuck, i missed this pretty pussy so much," he sighs, his breathing heavy. "always making me feel so good... can't wait for your memory to come back.. though you better know i'll make the most out of this. i love you, my sweet angel. don't say it back until you remember, mkay?"

-

shota gently lifts you off him, holding your hand as he helps you to the bathroom. he prepares a bath for you both and helps you in.

"i hope i didn't make you uncomfortable," shota says softly as he steps in the bath with you. "i mean, considering that this was kind of our first time having sex. for you. since you forgot. i'm sorry, you know what i mean, i'm just.. i'm rambling because i'm nervous. you mean a lot to me. sorry, i'll be quiet.."

"sho, you didn't make me uncomfortable, i'm the one who suggested this," you reassure, gently placing your hand on his arm. "don't be nervous, okay? i honestly.. i remember liking you. a lot. from when we were friends."

"you do?" he asks, lifting his gaze to look into your eyes.

you nod, holding his gaze. "i do. and... you'll be the first to know when my memory comes back."

shota smiles widely. "i... i'd do it all for you again. if your memory doesn't come back, i'll... take you out on these cute dates and buy you flowers. i'll make you feel as loved as you deserve. though i'll do that even if your memory does come back."

"pfft, you're so cheesy," you grin. shota chuckles at your statement.

"maybe. maybe that's what i've always been like. or maybe that's how you were, before you forgot it all.

you'll just have to wait and find out."

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a/n: AAAAAA!!!!!! i'm so so excited to share this with you all!! i’m also writing day 20 with shota, stay tuned!! possibly more of sub!shota coming up..

extra thanks to @kissoulie for beta reading this for me, love you !! <3

[hrts4christian]

𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢 | 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙝𝙤

𝙖/𝙣: 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤! 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩. 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛��𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙞𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 @kisseobie 𝙖𝙣𝙙 @sxfterhearts. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 <𝟯

𝙬𝙘: 𝟭.𝟰𝙠

𝙩/𝙬: 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

You and Keeho sat on the couch, you on top of his lap. It was like any other Tuesday night, he got home late from practice once again, tired and groggy. Something was slightly off though, he seemed a bit affectionate… more than usual.

“Hey Baby? What's up with you tonight?” You quietly mumbled into his shoulder. He tilted your head up at himself before answering.

“You’re just looking extra beautiful tonight… I don't know if I can even keep my hands off of you.” Keeho whispered in your ear, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

The scene was slightly sensual, the two of you alone in the dark. The only light was coming from the TV, which was playing a show that the two of you had long forgotten about by now. Keeho’s eyes had now averted to your lips, they were so soft and plump… how could he ever keep his attention off of them? By now you had averted your attention back to the TV. Keeho had tried to also watch the TV, but for some reason he just couldn’t shake the thought of you. Keeho had never desired you in this way yet. Each passing moment he could feel his pants tightening. Then again, he had to remember that he had never proposed this idea to you before. Keeho didn’t want to seem weird, he loved you and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“Hey love?” He asked, gently grabbing your chin. You looked up at him.

“What’s wrong?” You looked at him with eyes of concern.

“Well, I was wondering if you would wanna have your first time tonight? I understand if not, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He gave you a small and slightly pouty smile.

Your eyes widened a little, you were unsure. You guys have been dating for about a year and a half now, it couldn’t hurt that bad right? Your gaze drifted away from him as you thought about it. You quickly turned your attention back to him, his brown eyes capturing yours in their warm aura. You nodded at him, signaling you wanted this. He gently shook his head.

“No love, I need you to say it. I dont play about consent.” He looked down at you, his gaze a bit firmer.

“Yes, I want this.” You spoke quietly, it was almost embarrassing to admit something like this. What if he thought you were just a pitiful virgin? 

“Good, love. Let's get to the bedroom then, hm?” He smiled down at you, gently grabbing your hand.

As the two of you walked to the bedroom you could feel the pace of your heartbeat quicken. You had never done this before, to say the least, you were really nervous. Keeho could sense something off about you. He sat you down on the edge of the bed, still holding your hand.

“You know if you don't want to do this, you don't have to. I want you to be comfortable, love.” He looked you in the eyes, his gaze was soft and full of affection.

You gazed up at him, You were nervous, but you really wanted this to happen.

“I promise, this is what I want, I'm 100% comfortable with this. I love you so much.” You whispered to Keeho as  You leaned onto him. He smiled down at you.

“Alright, let's get you prepped then okay?” He gently patted your thigh as he gave you a loving look. You nodded at him.

“Is there anything you wanna handle on your own in the bathroom before I help you?” He asked you as you stared up at him. You shook your head, You  always keep yourself tidy just in case anything happens unexpectedly, for instance, this moment right now.

“Alright then, let me see you, pretty.” Keeho said in a warm voice as he gently tugged at your waistband.

He began to undress you, savoring every moment he got to look at your figure. He toyed with the hem of your t-shirt before locking eyes with you.

“You wanna keep this on or no?” He asked, his voice full of security and care. You nodded, signaling you wanted to keep the shirt. He smiled at your small activity.

“Okay then pretty, lay back against the pillows for me?” You followed his instructions quickly, crawling to the headboard and leaning against the pillows.

“What do I do now?” You whispered to him, a glint of excitement in your voice. He smiled at your curious aura, it was clear that you were inexperienced.

“Just spread your legs for me pretty. Do you want option one or option two?” He asked, a small smirk forming on his face. You could tell that either option would feel heavenly.

“I guess option two?” You whispered hesitantly. He smiled at you and gently pulled apart your legs, his hand on your thigh. 

He moved up to sit next to you, gently scooping you into his lap. His hand slid dangerously close to your pantie covered core.

“Alright love, this might hurt a little at first but you’ll be a good girl for me, right?” He smiled as you nodded your head.

“I’ll start then, just remember… we don't have to go all the way. If you want to stop please let me know, love.” He whispered in your ear as he gently rubbed your inner thigh.

He slid your cotton panties to the side. They were nothing fancy, white and navy blue stripes, boyshort cut. Keeho’s hands moved in towards your core, gently splitting open your folds with his index and middle finger, just enough to be able to find your clit. He began to play with your clit, rubbing small circles around your sensitive pearl. You let out a whine, your legs trying to squeeze together.

“Nope pretty girl, you’re not gonna do that.” He had looped his arm under your left leg to hold it in place.

Keeho then began to move his fingers down, teasing your entrance. With no warning he pumped his fingers into you. He was careful, listening for any signs of discomfort. As soon as he figured you were all clear he began to move his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace. It was driving you insane like a slow burn, all you wanted was to feel lost in Keeho’s touch.

“Please… just fuck me Kee!” You whined out to him, you didn’t really care about the pain or prep, you had been a virgin for so long you just wanted to be fucked.

He chuckled a little at your blunt response before flipping you over, you were now laying on your back. 

“This what you want?” He asked, gently spreading your legs again before discarding your panties. You nodded, an eager smile spreading across your face.

He began to take off his shorts, sliding his boxers down with them. He was big, and it was mortifying to you. Fear washed over your face as you saw his size. Keeho looked down at you, a smirk on his face.

“What? Is my pretty girl scared?” He leaned down, whispering huskily in your ear. You nodded, not being able to say anything. You were shocked, and definitely nervous.

“You wanna stop now, love?” He asked in a gentle tone. You nodded, hiding your face in your palms.

“It’s okay love, you do realize it's your first time so things may seem scary? We can always take it slow and try again next time.” Keeho whispered to you sweetly. He gently stroked your hair while his other hand was laying on your waist.

“I’m sorry… I just saw it and got really nervous.” You spoke quietly as you looked up at him. He smiled a little at your response.

“It’s okay, I promise. Now how about we get you cleaned up? A nice shower then we can go to bed.” He smiled at you and gently patted your hip. 

You nodded in response, happy at the fact that he was willing to take care of you.

“Thank you Keeho, love you.” You whispered to him, a soft smile appearing on your face.

“I love you too pretty, thank you for letting me do this with you.” He smiled back at you and gave you a small kiss on the cheek.

[strawberry-seob]

Good Boy ☆ kjs

💜DAY 6: discipline with kim jongseob

💜wc: 2.6k

💜genre/pairings: dom!reader x sub!jongseob, bdsm, SMUT, MDNI

💜warnings: discipline, strap-on sex, bottom!jongseob, top!reader, slapping (consensual), strap-on blowjob, strap-on facefucking, spanking, mommy kink, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, begging, slight orgasm delay, aftercare

💜a/n: day 6 of piwontober 2024 has arrived! special thanks to @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for hosting and organizing such a fun kinktober fanfic writing event. this fic will also be cross-posted to my ao3 account here. also, if you're interested in more of this reader x jongseob dynamic, check out my ao3 fic "Who's Your [Redacted]?" - which is still in progress on ao3 but will be cross-posted to this account once finished.

“Mommy, please… I’m sorry,” Jongseob whined, his beautiful deep brown eyes staring up at you, pleading for mercy. 

You looked down at him and took in the beautiful sight before you: the man on his knees wearing nothing but a pair of gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs, wrists bound behind his back, and tears starting to wet the corners of his eyes. 

You smirked down at him affectionately, but without mercy, as you pushed his two-tone honey blonde and brown hair out of his face so you could get a better look at him. His cheeks were flushed, decorated with subtle freckles from the time he’d spent out in the sun this summer. Now that the season was coming to a close, they’d probably go back into hiding until the following year. 

“You know what you did, sweetie,” you said with a mock in your tone.

“I know, but–”

Slap!

The sound of your open palm striking his face rang out in the otherwise quiet room. This was the one part of your dynamic that always had you on the fence, always worrying that it would be too much, that you would actually hurt him, and just like always, you had a moment of regret, seeing his face scrunch up in pain and a tear slip out of one of his eyes. 

However, looking down, you saw a conspicuous hardness beginning to strain against the thin gray fabric of his underwear, a small dark spot already appearing. And you were reminded once again, how much he loved being punished.

The reasons for his punishments were always a little vague, and although you were happy to oblige in his penchant for being disciplined, it turned you on the most to see him begin to act bratty because you knew he was trying to get on your nerves so that he’d have to pay for it later. Sometimes he’d start ignoring you, or he’d just start acting rude for no reason, anything to get you to start scolding him, and when he would be really stubborn in response for no reason, that’s when you knew. You knew he craved being put in his place. Pushed to his knees. Taught a lesson.

This time, it was because he’d been rude to you when you asked him for a favor. Next time, it would be something equally mundane. 

So that’s why, when you noted the tear slipping down his face in the same moment that you noticed his hardening cock, you knew that you needed to keep going. With your right hand, you grabbed his chin and yanked it back towards you, forcing him to look up at you again. His lips in a pout, he muttered, “I said I was sorry.” You scoffed in response.

“Prove it, then. Prove how sorry you are,” you said, and with your left hand, smacked the other side of his face with the dark purple dildo that was attached to the harness strapped to your hips. 

“O-okay, I’ll do anything,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut and wincing from the force of the dildo before you brought your right hand up to his mouth and swiped your thumb over his bottom lip slowly.

You felt drunk on power, seeing the way he melted under your touch, and the fact that there was so little he wouldn’t do for you in this headspace. He looked up at you and you shared a moment of tender eye contact with him before pushing your thumb into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Without hesitation he closed his lips around it and began to suck, his tongue soft, pliable, and impossibly wet against your skin. 

He maintained stubborn eye contact with you and you felt the blood rush to the junction between your legs. Your nipples hardened against the lining of your bra and you tried to keep it together, but he was making it more and more difficult. 

You pulled your thumb away abruptly and he leaned forward as if to chase it, letting out a quiet whine. 

You didn’t give him a chance to recover before replacing your thumb with the dildo strapped to your hips. He moaned around it, brows pressed together in effort, and sighed out of his nose as you began to thrust into his mouth. 

With one hand gripped in his hair, and the other hand on the dildo, he was completely at your mercy, and he already looked absolutely pitiful. Your relentless thrusts hitting the back of his throat had him gagging repeatedly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, but you could see in his eyes how fucked out he already was, could see from the expanding dark spot in his underwear how badly he was enjoying being ruined.

“Look at my good boy, taking mommy’s cock so well,” you crooned, and he closed his eyes as you brushed your fingers gently through his hair, the dildo still thrusting in and out of his mouth, a little more slowly now, his lips swollen and wet by this point.

The sounds he was making were diabolical, the noises of his shameless moaning around the strap-on making your legs weak, distracting you. You tightened your hand in his hair and yanked his head back, slipping the dildo out of his mouth. He let out a series of wet coughs, saliva coating his lips and more tears starting to slip from the corners of his eyes.

Once he’d finished coughing, you cupped the side of his face and he leaned into your touch, struggling to catch his breath, his eyes fluttering closed. 

“I think that’s been enough punishment for today. Are you ready for me to take care of you, my sweet angel?”

“Yes. Please, I promise I’ll be good,” he begged, and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was.

“Stand up,” you ordered, and he obliged immediately. His nipples jutted out from the soft swell of his chest, hardening in the cool air of the room, and his tender knees were red from kneeling on the rough carpet. His hands were still bound behind him, so he was truly at your mercy.

You ran your fingers along the waistband of his underwear teasingly, eliciting a shudder from him, but otherwise he stayed quiet and still, his abs tensing lightly from the brush of your fingertips.

You pulled them down his narrow hips, letting them drop to the floor as his now full erection bounced lewdly once you’d freed it. You placed a hand on his hip and guided him towards your hips as you gently stroked his velvety length against the purple silicone cock attached to your hips, still wet with his saliva. He gasped quietly, biting down on his lip from your too-light touch. 

You did this only for a few brief moments before releasing him and ordered him onto the bed, ass up. He crawled onto the mattress obediently, hands still behind his back, and your heart softened at the way he struggled to get into position in his bound state. You grabbed the restraints on his wrists and began to undo them, causing him to turn his head and look at you, confusion coloring his features.

“I’m going to take these off, but only if you keep your hands to yourself. Do you understand?” you asked firmly, and he nodded, the side of his face pressed into the bed uncomfortably. 

Slap!

Your hand stung from how hard you’d smacked his ass, and he winced in pain but kept his arms up by his head, supporting himself on his elbows. “I’m sorry, y-yes mommy. I won’t touch myself. I promise I won’t,” he said quickly, voice strained, panting into the pillow that he’d grabbed for support.

You rubbed the red mark that had begun to bloom on his ass, soothing away the ache, before slapping it again, eliciting a muffled whimper from him. “Sorry,” you said, “I know I said your punishment was finished, but I just can’t help myself.” 

You stared at the way his tiny asshole fluttered as you brushed a finger across it gently.

“It’s okay,” he breathed, turning to look back at you for a brief moment. “I can take it.”

“Oh, I know you can,” you soothed, bending down to grab an ass cheek and press your finger more firmly against his opening. Teasing. Torturing. Until you just couldn’t help yourself anymore and leaned in to lick a hot strip of saliva against his hole, taking him off guard completely as he gasped loudly. 

This was your favorite part. You weren’t sure how balanced it was if you ‘rewarded’ him for being disciplined, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. That part was for him, and this part was for you.

You prodded at his asshole with your middle finger, massaging the soft, puckered flesh, and even though you hadn’t quite planned it to go this way, you removed your finger to begin licking against him again. He moaned shamelessly, burying his head in the pillow, and you could tell how much he had to restrain himself from pushing his ass back into your face. You spread his small cheeks as wide as they would go, your face soaking wet with saliva, and buried your face in him. You were addicted to his noises, his smell, the texture of his skin; you felt drunk, and couldn’t get enough.

Pulling away and eliciting a whine from him that had you slapping the sore spot on his ass once again – which shut him up immediately – you reached over to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table and covered your fingers generously with the thick substance. You’d recently opted for an oil-based lubricant so you didn’t have to keep reapplying it, and it had made a world of difference. After all, Jongseob hated being interrupted when you were fucking him.

After warming it up in your hands, you massaged it against his opening, and he hummed contentedly when you pressed a finger inside him, sliding it slowly but steadily until you were past the second knuckle and could begin to slowly pump in and out of him. After a few minutes of getting him warmed up, you added a second finger, and eventually a third. By this time, his breathing was coming out ragged and he already sounded wrecked. 

He gasped at the loss of contact when you removed your fingers and began to liberally smear lube along the strap-on, coating it thoroughly before lining it up against his hole and pressing into him slowly. 

He moaned loudly into the pillow as you slid inside, pausing as you bottomed out. You wished there were no barriers between your skin and his, the straps of the harness cutting into your skin mildly, but you had to work with what your biology allowed. It wasn’t enough, but it was good enough.

“You ready, baby?” you asked, holding yourself still and rubbing the soft skin of his lower back soothingly. 

“Yes, mommy. Please fuck me. Please, I’ve been so good, I need your cock,” he begged, and you gave in to his pleas, pulling out and snapping your hips back against his ass, causing him to cry out and grip the pillow tightly. You held onto his hip with one hand and braced yourself on the bed with the other, rolling your hips into him with increasing speed. Although you wished that there was sensation in the dildo so you could feel yourself inside him, the action still made your groin throb with pleasure nonetheless.

You pulled out of him and he whimpered from the sensation as you flipped him easily onto his back and pushed him further up the bed so that you could kneel on it in front of him. You pushed his legs apart and lined up the dildo against him again, taking no time sinking back into him. You looked at his face while you did it, wanting to see the way it affected him, craving the sight of him falling apart under you, filled up and overwhelmed.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows furrowed together and his cute nose was slightly scrunched up. You pushed his bangs out of his face to see him more clearly and could feel the dampness in his hair, the heat radiating from his blushing skin. His wet lips were slightly parted and he opened his eyes to look at you. He looked like he could burst out crying at any moment, his petite, flushed cock swollen and bouncing against his stomach.

“Will you kiss me? Please?” he asked so politely that in that moment you’d have rather died than deny him. You pulled back and thrust back into him slowly as you leaned down to capture his lips with yours. He exhaled a warm sigh through his nose against your face and whimpered against your mouth as you began moving in and out of him again, increasing your speed gradually as his tongue entered your mouth, hot, wet, and hungry.

As you pulled away from the intense kiss, you hooked an arm under each of his legs to spread him apart even further, deepening your access to him. With each of your hands braced on the bed, you began fucking into him relentlessly, snapping your hips at an angle that had him throwing his head back, his eyes becoming wet with tears once again. 

His breathing became labored and his chest was red and splotchy, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that looked good enough to lick off of him. His breathy moans started to come out in little gasps and he opened his eyes to look up at you, expression panicky and distraught.

“Mommy, I’m–”

“Not yet. Be good for me and wait, or else,” you managed to order between breaths, your own breathing becoming labored with effort. 

“I—fuck, okay. Okay,” he whined out, and you couldn’t help smiling at his desperation. After continuing to fuck into him until he was a babbling mess, his cock leaking relentlessly, you conceded, unable to deny him any longer.

“Okay my sweet boy,” you said at long last. “Come for me.”

He let out a sigh of relief, grabbing his cock and only pumping it a few times before he made a mess all over himself, sticky white cum spurting all over his stomach and chest.

You continued thrusting but slowed to a very gradual stop, letting him ride out his orgasm but trying not to overstimulate him too much. He moaned quietly as you pulled out of him and removed the harness, rushing to the bathroom to grab a warm wet towel and a glass of water. 

When you returned to the bedroom he was limp on the bed, just an absolute mess, eyes closed, chest rising and falling dramatically, a dopey fucked-out smile on his face. You paused to take in the sight of him, smiling ear to ear and heart aching at the sight. He had a tendency to have that effect on you. 

After wiping up the mess on his stomach, you crawled into bed with him and gathered him into your arms. He buried his head in your chest and you ran your fingers through his soft hair, peppering the top of his head with gentle kisses. 

“So good for me,” you whispered repeatedly, and he hummed into your skin, tightening his arms around your body. 

You found yourself guiltily looking forward to the next time he ‘got in trouble.’ This would just never get old.