#youngk smut

[dayfics]

Worry

Younghyun x fem reader

Synopsis: Younghyun’s been facing insecurities he’s never had to before. And he doesn’t know how you’d react to them.

Genre: smut

1.2k words

Mention of insecurities in appearance, unhealthy diets, body image etc.

P.S. This was written more than two years ago when a lot of people were commenting on his appearance, and as someone who’s been through that, I wrote this from a place of understanding, not ridicule or patrony. Please don’t misunderstand!

You entered your and Younghyun’s shared apartment, quietly as per usual since it was 11 P.M. You set the keys and your backpack down and noticed the bedroom door was open - usually Younghyun’d have closed it and been asleep by now. Slowly, you peeped through the door, and found him shirtless, looking at himself in the mirror. His facial expression was... distraught, seemed to be a fitting word. You paled with worry, wondering what he was thinking about.

“Younghyun, what’s wrong?”

He met your eyes in the mirror, quickly putting on his shirt. “Oh, baby, I didn’t see you come. Nothing’s wrong...?” He turned to face you, as you walked over to him, smiling slightly. His hands found their usual place at your waist.

You put your hands on his shoulders, “What were you looking at? Why were you upset?” For the first time in quite a while, Younghyun didn’t look you in the eye. He murmured, “I just... look a little different from a few years ago. Worse.” he breathed quietly, “I was thinking about going back on that diet I did a while ago.”

You made sure not to show an adverse reaction that would hurt him, instead, you calmly replied, “Younghyun, there’s nothing wrong with gaining a few pounds. You look as good as you did before. And you know how extreme that diet was. I don’t want you to be unhealthy, please, okay?”

“You don’t understand, Y/N. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without thinking about what I should change.” 

Your heart ached. You truthfully felt that your boyfriend was being too hard on himself, but you knew that saying that wouldn’t help at all. Moving your hands up to his neck, and allowing your fingers to wander along his hair, you said, “I know you want to change for yourself more than for anyone else. But I love you, your body, as it is now. If you want, we can go to the gym together, but I don’t want you to drive yourself crazy with that diet. I won’t see you do that again.” 

Younghyun remained quiet. “Baby,” you said softly. “Please, look at me.”

His hands were still on your waist, but his demeanour was tense. He looked at you with a blank expression, and you almost cried at how helpless you felt. “I’m not saying it for the sake of it, or to make you feel better. I love your body. I love your arms, your stomach, your thighs, your beautiful hands,” you took his hands in yours and gave them a kiss, and held them there. “I hate seeing you upset with yourself, I wish you saw what I saw.” You’d never used such sincere words before, but you knew Younghyun was the only person towards whom you’d meant them so very much. 

You cautiously reached up to him to give him a kiss, and relaxed yourself when he reciprocated. You pushed him towards the couch in your bedroom so he could sit comfortably, and he obliged, his hands on your back to keep you from falling. You straddled him, guiding him instead of it being the other way around. You were determined to show him how you felt. 

His expression was more relaxed now, and you were relieved to see that worried look off his face. Your hands were cupping his face again, your eyes full of admiration. 

“I love you so much,” you whispered.

You began focusing your attention on his neck - you left soft, butterfly kisses along them, murmuring words of affection as you did so. Younghyun’s eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly; it had been a while since he let himself loose like this. “You always make me feel so loved, you should feel it too. I don’t deserve you. You’re so, so, perfect, Younghyun.” Your hands were fiddling with his hair as you lightly kissed his jawline.

His voice sounded strained as he murmured, “Fuck...”

“Shh, let me make you feel better.” You said, readjusting yourself so that you weren’t straddling him anymore, but kneeling down between his legs.

You touched his jeans, and looked at him. “Is this okay?” His eyes remained closed, and he nodded. “Yeah.”

You unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and he helped you move them out of the way. Now you were looking at the outline of his dick in his boxers, and you tried to ignore your building arousal - tonight was about him. You palmed him a little first, watching his reactions, the way he sighed softly, how his hands grew slightly tense as you continued touching him. You pushed his thighs a little apart so you could be closer to him.

Before Younghyun felt annoyed instead of relieved, you freed him from his underwear, his dick wet with precum. You used it to stroke him, admiring the way he rested his head back and the view of his neck it gave you. “You’re so hot, I love when you fill me up, I love when you make me feel good.”

“Y/N...” he all but whispered, the frustration evident in his voice. You hoped he could trust the words you were saying.

You start with small licks to the tip of his dick, then taking it into your mouth little by little as you moved your head. Your hands kept busy with the places your mouth couldn’t reach. You could tell he wanted you to pick up the pace when his hand loosely gripped your hair, making you moan. The vibrations riled him up even more, and he began to guide you with the hand that held your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

After you hollowed your cheeks down his length a few times, making him let out sinfully gorgeous moans, Younghyun started to take over. He was a bit more rough with you, pushing you down on him faster. You tried your absolute best not to choke around him, taking him as well as you could. You knew he was letting out his pent up emotions on you, and you allowed it.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum...”

You responded the only way you could, which was a ‘mm’ that once again drove Younghyun crazy. It seemed to push him over the edge, and his grip in your hair loosened as you felt his warm cum down your throat. You stroked him lazily as you lifted your head. His hips jerked slightly at the overstimulation, and you removed your hand completely. 

“You okay, baby?” Your concern arose after you got off your knees and saw him with his head leaned back again, the most fucked-out expression on his face. You had no doubt you looked the same, maybe worse.

“Yeah, just - need a sec.”

When he opened his eyes, he gave you a lopsided smile and guided you to sit beside him, immediately pulling you close. “You’re amazing, I love you,” he said as he kissed your hair, but you were quick to change the subject. You put your hands on his chest and cuddled into him, saying, “I meant everything I said, Younghyun. Seriously. You don’t deserve to feel anything but amazing about yourself. You’re perfect. I swear.”

He was looking intently at you when you spoke, and gently cupped your face with his free hand when you were done. He pressed his forehead against yours. “Thank you for making me feel loved.” You almost cried from how much emotion his words held, and you couldn’t help but bury your head in his shoulder as you gave him a tight hug.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”

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[orangeskiesandshinyeyes]

Optional member smut

There's a warm feeling all around.

Not just warm, warm and soft. Mind blissful.

Content fills your senses as you inhale.

A comfortable blanket of cotton is draped over your bare body. You can feel it resting just on your shoulder, threatening to slip down if you move.

But no worries. It's way too comfortable to move.

The warmth of the blanket, the softness of the mattress under you,

The gentle heartbeat of the man behind you, slightly, delicately thudding against your bare back.

Warm, calloused fingers run up the arm the blanket rests on.

They slide up till they rest on top of your own, safely lying besides your face.

The man presses more into you, slightly pressing you more into the bed.

A kiss is pressed onto the back of your head, light enough to simply rustle your hair.

His warm body rests on your back, gently encasing you in a way. He runs his thumb over the back of your hand.

'Morning' Your sleepy voice breaks the silence.

You feel him shift and you lift your body off the bed slightly so he can take his arm out from under you.

He stretches it slightly before resting it above your head, returning his body to press against your back.

His hand that was on your own run down your body to find it's place on your waist.

'Good morning, baby' He replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

'Did we stay like this the whole night?' You murmur, still not fully awake.

'Hmmm. I held you the whole night.' He replies, bringing his head forward to rest on your shoulder.

You smile, realising the significance of the gesture.

Not once have you seen your boyfriend sleep in one position for more that 30 minutes. For him to be glued to you like this, you know he's whipped.

He presses his lips to your shoulder. A peck first, a little closer to your neck now he parts his lips and presses a wet kiss.

The closer he gets to your neck, the better it gets.

He places a light hickey on the curve your neck meets your shoulder.

A slight shiver leaves your body.

He looks down to see the blanket barely covering your arms hiding your chest.

'Mmm' He mutters next to your ear.

His arm runs up your body again, this time with a mission.

Sliding it up your side, he reaches your forearm before slightly drawing it back. He watches as your arm moves under the blanket slowly letting the blanket rest directly on your chest.

Eyes focused, he observes the way your body is outlined under the cloth.

So delicate

His body shifts back slightly so that you are pulled back against the blanket, it now expressing your curves more deliciously.

He slides the arm above your head into the gap between your neck and the bed and rests your head on it. Pressing your head back to him slightly, he brings his palm down to cup one breast through the fabric.

Your jaw slacks slightly at this, body remembering the pleasures he gave you last night.

But the touch is barely enough to give you any sort of stimulation. Your heart races, looking at his palm over your chest but his touches are so light that you're starting to feel frustrated.

Now with two sets of eyes on your chest, you can't help but feel special.

You want to look on as he starts working on them. The thought of his fingers playing with you is reason enough for lust to fill your mind.

And the thought of running his fingers along your delicate, soft breasts is ...well he doesn't need much to want to touch you.

But having your breasts so teasingly under his fingers is definitely a hard turn on.

And he can feel something get hard.

A bit too hard too fast.

Such a shame, he thinks. He really wants to take his time with you right now. So much so that he's willing to endure a but more to be able to touch you to his heart's content.

'Sorry' he apologises out loud to his member.

'Why?' You ask him.

Releasing what he did he chuckles before shaking his head.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder as compensation and returns to his work.

Ghosting two fingers right around where your nipple is, he watches as it peaks.

Your mind goes haywire as he keeps ghosting over your now hard nipple.

Your back arches and he lets go of your arm in his to travel it down to your waist and hold you away from his member.

You groan at the slight pressure he puts on your waist.

Not happy with the restriction, you push your butt out to let him know you're not happy.

'Baby' he whispers. 'Don't'

His pleading voice reaches your ears as he squeezes your waist slightly.

He sees your chest rising and falling fast due to his actions and decides that he has probably teased you enough.

He pulls the sheet down to expose the top of your breasts before he brings his fingers to the front and pinches your nipple through the fabric.

Normally it wouldn't be enough for you to moan but the teasing and early morning bliss forces a moan from your throat.

He almost bucks his hips at this but instead opts to take it out on your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

Your hips rush back into his at the sudden stimulation and you hit his hard on with your ass.

'Ohhh!'

He whimpers into your neck, arm grabbing your waist with force.

'Sorry' you whimper.

He chuckles into your neck before replying

'You're the second person to apologise to my dick today'

And before you can question what he meant, he answers you.

'Me being the first'

You chuckle at your boyfriend's weirdness and turn to look at him.

If you think you can go straight to sex, you're wrong.

'I want a kiss first.'

You tell him.

He grins at you before remembering that he didn't kiss you yet.

'Oh how rude of me. Please do forgive me.' He jokes before turning your face towards his own.

He kisses you, deep.

'Mmm' you moan into the kiss when his thumb draws your lower lips down for him to push his tongue in.

Soon enough, you both break away from the kiss.

One look at you and he knew you were ready.

Turning you back around to nestle you against his back, he places his palm under your thighs. Grabbing it, he slowly lifts it up a little.

You feel his erection press against your folds.

The breath gets caught in your throat as you wait.

Slowly, the grip tightens as he rubs it along your wet lips.

You arch your back again at this and he responds by slowly pushing in.

It slides in with almost no resistance with how wet you are and he groans.

'Did I do that good of a job already?'

You bite your lips at his crude statement before turning your face away to hide in his arm.

He pushes in until he bottoms out and sets your leg back down.

You whimper again at the touch and go position.

You stay still, waiting for him to move.

His hand remains between your thighs as he starts moving. And when your body moves forward with his thrust, he retracts his arm from between your thighs and holds your waist to keep you in place.

He groans out as he sets a rhythm.

Mmmm. You moan against his bicep. You feel it flex slightly as he brings it forward to hold your shoulder, caging you in again.

He presses a kiss into your shoulder and you clench around him.

Wanting to speed up, he slips his hand between your legs again before lifting it up and setting it back down on his own.

With better access, he picks up the pace as he holds your leg in place.

Your moans are muffled by his muscle and he doesn't spend too much time thinking before deciding that you're being cruel by hiding your noises from him.

He lets go of your shoulder and takes your chin between his fingers, turning you away from his arm.

He places a breathy kiss on your cheek before telling you

'Don't hide your face.'

And when you nod, he hushes against your ear

'Good girl'

And with that, he resumes.

But not you.

You feel yourself get warmer as you savour the name he gave you.

Craning your neck, you let him suck more hickies into it.

'Ahhhhhh!' You moan out breathily.

Your mind slips into submissive mode with just those two words and you can't stop squirming.

You hold onto his arm on your waist, nails digging in as you feel you feel yourself dropping.

'Mmm' 'mmmm' 'Mhmmmmmmm'

You whimper against him and he presses kisses to your cheek.

His breath hits your cheek with each thrust.

You thrust your free arm out from under the blanket to hold the one keeping you caged in and in the process uncover your breasts.

'Ughh' he lets out a choked grunt before pausing.

He lets go of your waist to prop himself up on the bed before pushing you into it.

Now lying on your stomach, face pressed into the bed you feel him put his entire weight on you, before he resumes thrusting.

With newfound vigor, he pounds you from behind, his moans drowning your own.

And within two seconds of the new position, you feel yourself quiver as you feel yourself get impossibly tight before fluttering your walls around him.

You barely hear him let out a loud cry at the overwhelming feeling before he starts shooting you full of his seed.

You feel it paint your walls in spurts, and it draws out your own orgasm for a bit more till both of you feel the oversensitivity kick in.

And with a loud guttural groan, he pushes himself into you fully once more before slowly pulling out.

You feel him hold himself up and away from your body to let your breathe.

Looking down at your wrecked body, he chuckles.

The air leaves your lungs when he drops his weight back onto you, pressing kisses along the side of your neck.

Bringing his hands under your body, he grabs your breasts to squeeze them.

He only turns you both over when you start whining.

You're almost limp under him so he takes the initiative to help you into his chest.

Softly caressing your exhausted form, he asks you

'Do you want me to clean you up or draw a bath?'

You run your own arms along his sides before replying

'What's the point? Bed's ruined anyway.'

'We runied it last night, hon.' He reminds you before following it up with

'So bath it is.'

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I have way too many people in mind with this smut.

But no.1 candidate is YoungK

Possibly Minho

Yunho/Wooyoung/San (the good girl just screams san for me)

Let me know who you think fits this one! I'm curious.

[itstheoneshot]

December 17: Mittens - YoungK

“But oppa,” You complain, “I wanna touch you.”

Your partner loved to tease, and he knew how much you loved to touch him when he is this close to you. The cuffs he brought home had hand-coverings attached, basically leather mittens, rendering your hands useless, and leaving you at his mercy.

“You’ll get your turn,” He replies, “But I want you screaming first.”

All you can do is watch, as Younghyun’s fingertips trail down your bare stomach to your hips, and you try your hardest to keep your complaining to a minimum. You know that he will stay true to his words, and relinquish control once he is - and you are - satisfied.

“Please,” You beg, toes curling as you try to stay still, “Don’t tease me, come on.”

He smirks up at you, before leaning down to press soft kisses up the inside of your thighs, and you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation for what is to come.

You.

You will be… many, many times.

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[getdownkyh]

Not Hurt (m) | Young K | smut, gang member!Young K | 2.2k words

tw : mentions of blood

The metallic smell of blood and rust forced a sigh out of your hollow chest, and though the bedroom lights were dim, his outline was clear. Tall, broad shoulders making his way across the room. Tapping his toes impatiently while he sent a quick text, before throwing his phone on the bed and peeling his shirt off, you thought to yourself maybe he too, was starting to get bothered by the iron-like stench.

He left the bathroom door slightly ajar, the sound of hot water and his groans making you roll your eyes, but it was your cue. Your cue to pull out the white box stashed in the bedside drawer, walking inside the bathroom and pushing yourself up the counter, legs swinging as you waited for him to finish showering.

Your mind wandered as you observed the intensity of the red in the water flowing into the drain gradually decreasing, until the water was almost clear. He shot you a wink through the foggy glass separating the both of you and you wanted nothing more than to wipe off the smug expression he had on his face. His stupidly handsome face, even when it was littered with cuts and bruises threatening to form.

Wrapping his towel securely around his hips, he walked out, water dripping through the ends of his jet black bangs. His face lit up as he walked closer towards you, holding one hand out to touch your face, only for you to slap a cold pack into his hand, looking at him threateningly.

“Babe..”

You held his wrist and pushed the cold pack towards his bruised left cheek. “Hold still.”

Parting your legs, you tugged him closer towards you by the biceps, wiping the stray droplets of water on his face with a small towel, flinching when he winced as you dabbed on an open cut above his left brow, the crimson stain seeping through the handkerchief in your hand. A heavy, exasperated sigh left your mouth, an expression of disappointment but also done on purpose to ignite a feeling of guilt inside him.

You didn’t know if he was capable of feeling guilty, but at this point you didn’t have much choice.

Fishing a cotton swab out of the plastic packaging, you mumbled curse words as you squeezed the ointment onto the tip. Your face was stern, but your heart was thumping in worry as you delicately applied the medication across the cut, eyes flitting nervously towards his. You worked in silence, hoping the tension would rid him with guilt, your hands skillfully replacing the cotton swabs, tracing every cut on his face, one across the cheekbone, one across the jaw, another, particularly larger one at the junction where his shoulder and neck met. You shivered thinking of the what ifs, if the cut was deeper, if it was closer to his vein; you shook your head to rid the bitter taste in your mouth.

When you took his hand in yours, to nurse the bruised and cut knuckles, he was quick to press a kiss on your hand, grinning at you. You sighed again, ignoring him as you taped the gauze, before struggling with the bandage for a short while, though muscle memory kicked in and soon you were wrapping his knuckles safely inside the white fabric.

He flicked his wrist a few times, admiring the bandage like one would on freshly manicured nails, “Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

His words were sincere but you felt like you were being made fun of.

“Is this fun for you?” Your first words of the night caused him to furrow his eyebrows at you.

“Babe..”

“Don’t babe me now, Younghyun.” Cradling his face in your hands, you tilted his jaw upwards to look at you, both your pupils shaking at the eye contact. “Every night I feel like I really need to take one last good look at you.. Before you lose yourself or you lose me.”

“Don’t say that..”

“I’m serious. I do not know how to make it clearer to you that this," you let your thumb ghost over a nick, "it doesn't hurt just you, it hurts me.”

Slowly, ever so carefully, his arms found their way around your waist, and you wished you had the willpower to push him away, but his gentle, comforting hold was just what you needed, a temporary bandaid for your emotional distress. Although the irony of it all was him being the source of the distress.

Tucking your chin on his shoulder, you blinked your tears away, "I wish things were different."

There was a slight offended tone in voice as he replied, "Different how?"

"I don't know. But I can't keep doing this."

He pulled back, studying your eyes with his, thumb delicately wiping your moist cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear. "Are you going to leave me?"

"Can't you leave them instead? We'll figure something out. I'll talk to Sungjin, we both know he has a soft spot for me."

"Babe, you know that's not how things work.. Sungjin,-" he linked his hand with yours as he continued saying things you already knew he would say, "-has a soft spot for you because he considers you family. And that means if anything happens to me-"

"Don't."

"-if anything happens to me, I know the gang will take care of you."

"If it's not you, I don't want it."

He laughed. "Wow, you're so obsessed with me."

"Younghyun, I'm serious."

"Okay, fine. But I am, too. You can't do this to me, especially not tonight, when things aren't even that bad. You've seen me in worse states."

And maybe it was the sincere look in his eyes, or the way his hands were gently roaming over your skin, or the way he was leaning closer and closer towards you, but it got you realizing you may not be able to live like this, but you definitely wouldn't be able to live without him.

Cradling his face in your hands, being wary of where you place your fingers as to not press on any wound, your eyes roamed over his face, finding yourself smiling softly, involuntarily, as if on reflex. Leaning in, tilting your head to the side, you kissed him as delicately as you could.

There was no urgency in the kiss, just your lips lazily moving across each other's, movements restrained, as if one of you was going to break if you kissed harder.

"I won't let you go to sleep hurting."

The first grunt that left his mouth signalled the beginning of him breaking. Fingers now digging deeper into the skin of your waist, and you gasped, stomach tensing when you felt him pulling you closer towards him, your clothed core brushing against his lower abdomen. You didn't realise when he lost the towel, but his bare skin felt so warm against your centre and you found yourself clenching around nothing, eliciting a chuckle from him at your not so subtle squirming.

His hand made quick work of pushing your panties to the side, his fingers finding your slit as his thumb stroked your bundle of nerves teasingly slow. He slid his middle finger up and down your slit, pressing harder every time your body trembled.

"You get wet so fast for me, it's cute."

If your face wasn't already burning up from the teasing, that definitely would've made you inappropriately warm in a second. It felt like you were getting molten lava poured over you at the moment. All you could do was hum to suppress your moan, head and hands shaking to find something to hold on to, to ground yourself as best as you could before losing it all to him that night.

Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you carefully leaned backwards, creating space between your torsos and pushing your core closer towards him. The promise of an orgasm was making you desperately compliant, but who wouldn't, when his finger was sliding in and out of your slick hole, pace so unhurried you could feel him pushing deeper and deeper, occasionally flicking his wrist to open you up at a different angle.

Your grip on his wrist was getting tighter, but it didn't seem to faze him as he inserted another finger in, your eyes entranced at the sight of his fingers moving in and out of you, getting coated with the glistening release over time, his eyes fixed on your face, licking his bottom lip and groaning to hold himself in place, fighting the urge to push you down and fuck you senselessly on the bathroom counter.

At least not until you cummed first.

As his pace got faster and faster and your cunt got tighter and tighter around his fingers, he pushed deeper, stilling for a short second before rubbing the delicious spot inside with the tip of his fingers, pushing his palm to pulse against your clit simultaneously.

The cries of pleasure weaved into curse words and failed attempts at vocalising the full syllables of his name indicated your first high of the night. Your chest heaved as you felt him pulling out, almost thanking him for sparing you from the overstimulation. But your relief didn't last long as you felt him attaching his lips to your swollen clit, licking and sucking on the reddened bud.

Squirming in discomfort, you whined and begged, although it was probably counterproductive on your part, as all your whines did was rile him up even more, pressing his face deeper into your sopping centre, tongue licking through your slit, moving upwards before reclaiming your most sensitive nub into his mouth again.

Your flailing arms knocked some of the products off the counter, but none of you seemed to care. For obvious reasons. The moment the words "Fuck, Younghyun-" left your lips, he was quick to insert and pump two fingers inside your hole again, finger fucking and eating you out as you orgasmed over his face.

There was an exact 3 seconds where you blacked out on the counter as he kissed your inner thighs before standing up and tugging you off the counter. The way your legs were barely supporting your own body and your blanked out state of mind barely registering what was happening worked in his favor as he easily manhandled and spun you around to face the mirror.

You were slightly embarrassed at how disoriented you looked but the way Younghyun was looking at your reflection, grin proud but eyes full of love, it made you didn't really mind of the way you looked.

When the head of his member breached your entrance, Younghyun stilled for a moment, eyes wary of your expression. "More," you whined, pushing your hips closer towards him to take him deeper.

Fully sheathed inside you, he brought his lips close to your ear, gazes meeting on the reflection in the mirror.

"How do you want it tonight? Do you want me to go slow?" He pressed a kiss to your temple before continuing, "Or fast?"

The verbal answer never left your mouth, but the way you clenched around him at the latter choice got him chuckling. "Got it."

Bringing both hands to hold you by the hips, he wasted no time as he started pounding into you. Your arms shook as you tried to stabilise yourself on the counter, and your legs losing their strength over the minute was making it even harder for you.

Younghyun took a step forward, pushing your body towards the counter, your clit rubbing the hard surface with every thrust and -you didnt know it was possible- increased his pace.

"Fuck, how are you still this tight even after 2 orgasms?"

The involuntary flutter of your walls at his dirty words got him grunting, wrapping an arm around your waist, as the other went to hold you by the jaw, forcing you to look at your own reflection.

Eyelids heavy, you begged, "I'm close, please Younghyun."

The friction on your clit by the piece of furniture pressing against it, the girth of his member sliding in and out of you, and the faint sting from his nails digging into your skin were pushing you closer and closer towards your release.

"Do it. Let me see you cum."

Knees buckling and body trembling, you fell apart in his hold, nails clawing at his arm. The intense orgasm caused your walls to clamp even tighter around him, and right when you were a quivering mess in his arms, he reached his release too, burying his nails even deeper into your skin as he climaxed inside of you.

Both of you were bent forward and panting, still joined as one, his arms slowly sliding down to join yours by the counter. "Shit, Younghyun, your bandage fell off." You twisted under him, reaching out to fix the damage.

He softened at how despite it all, your love and care for him was real. Grunting heavily from above you, he chose to point out the other obvious instead, "Babe, you were a literal trembling mess when you orgasmed around my dick minutes ago. You have time to worry about that?"

The way you subtly clenched around him again got him chuckling as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. "No, don't do that. I can go all night but I'd rather not overwork you tonight."

[youxidol]

𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝟔

sex with day6 please? :)

Jaehyung:

✿he’s either chill af or a little shit

✿he’ll tease you so bad 

✿he thrives when you snap n give him what he wants 

✿rlly loves nuzzling his face into your neck

✿you will feel him smile into the skin there bc he always smiles/giggles during sex

✿he’s so vocal 

✿if it’s not whines it’s praise 

✿always has a smile on his face 

Sungjin:

✿quickies everywhere

✿if there’s a place you frequent you’ve had sex there

✿maybe he’s low key into voyeurism what about it

✿doesn’t really care what position you two are in he just likes being connected to you 

✿lets out the breathiest moans 

✿most vocal when he’s about to cum

✿he’ll let out groans of your name   

✿he enjoys a snuggle after

Younghun:

✿there’s always a long build up 

✿teasing words

✿sly looks

✿heavy petting

✿kisses that leave you breathless

✿sometimes nudes depends on the mood

✿it’s a game

✿n it ends with the best prize

✿it could happen anywhere

✿the two of you have teased eachother enough and now it’s time to have a good time 

✿praise god

✿makes you feel like a queen/king

Wonpil:

✿handsy

✿he has to be touching you

✿holding your hand

✿resting his hands on your waist

✿just let him smother himself in you 

✿the level of love in this bedroom is very high!!!

✿pillow prince

✿he’s not lazy he just loves watching you on top of him 

✿will be in control if you ask him to tho

✿he also loves seeing you from above

✿needs to cuddle after sex 

Dowoon:

✿he actually has a dominant side that the two of you like to experiment with 

✿he strong af so you can try out alot of positions 

✿you basically have a sex bucketlist

✿he doesn’t wear underwear so he’s fast access

✿you want a quickie he’s right there let’s go 

✿always bites his lip to stop himself making noise

✿but if you kiss at his neck he’ll whine like there’s no tomorrow

✿gets shy after and hides his face in your skin when you’ve both come down

[acatnamedpusheen]

12:19 AM [M]

It started off slow, when you and him where cuddling in his bed. A few kisses here and there, gradually lead you to a heated make-out session. Younghyun was cupping your face while you had your arms over his shoulders, both of you now sitting on the bed. He was kissing you as if you were the most precious thing in the world - and to him you were. Soon, his tongue was at your lips, asking for your permission, which you granted- how could you deny it anyways? Tongues were dancing, fighting for dominance until you both were out of breath and had to pull away.

"You want this?" he asked you slightly panting, to which you nodded eagerly. Though it wasn't your first time, Younghyun would always ask for your consent, never taking it for granted. This was just one of the many ways he showed you the most sweet and romantic side of him.

He then slowly came close to you again and connected his lips with yours, right hand under your jaw. You didn't let this escalate into yet another make-out session, instead, you both took off your shirts. Younghyun was quick to start kissing your bare shoulders starting from your left side, until he reached the strap of your bra. He slid it of as he did with the other one and  you turned around to sit with your back facing him so he could unclasp this ever so annoying item of clothing. Once it was off and thrown somewhere in the room, Younghyun got back to kissing your shoulders but this time his hands reached to your front and began massaging your breasts. A breathy moan escaped your lips as you leaned your head back to give him better access to your neck, chest already heaving while Younghyun sucked at your sweet spot, sure to leave a faint mark.

Moving to kiss your left shoulder, his right hand traveled downwards, sliding past your sweatpants and finding its place above your underwear making your core fire up. You let out another breathy moan, a little clearer than the previous one, as he started making circles with his middle finger on your clit. Younghyun's foreplay was always intense and you became more wet thinking that this is only the beginning, you were in for a long night and this time, it was all for you.

Gathering all the strength Younghyun had left in you, breath laboured, you decided to speak: "Shall we move on to the fun part?" you said, knowing that you wouldn't last long if he kept going like that.

"However you want, my love" he replied knowing he made you shiver every time he called you that. He only gave you this name in bed, during your most intimate times.

After getting rid of the last pieces of clothing you had on, you sat there totally bare in front of each other for a moment before embracing one another in a heated kiss. Your lips weren't separated as Younghyun laid you softly on the bed, climbing on top of you. He then started a trail of kisses from your lips, to your jawline, your neck, your collarbone- each one felt like he was lighting a fire on your skin. Reaching the valley of your breasts he stopped and looked at you - those eyes, his magnificent pair of dark eyes that made you think you were in a trance each time you looked at them. Wonderfully shaped, they held millions of galaxies in them.

"Let me treat you just a little more, Y/N. I promise, it won't take long" he told you waiting for your reassurance to continue his actions.

"Yes, Younghyun, do as you please, I'm all yours" you said as you placed your arms on his back urging him to go on with his plan. 

He wasted no time, mouth on one nipple sucking, as his hand massaged your other breast, then switching. You moaned and felt your core pulsing intensely. After hearing what he was waiting for, Younghyun moved on, kissing all the way to your navel. He skipped the part were you needed him the most and began leaving open mouthed kisses on your left inner thigh and then the right. You felt his warm breath on your entrance which gave you goosebumps. 

Moments like these with Younghyun were relatively silent, only a few words were exchanged between the two of you. Your moans and groans were enough to communicate the unparalleled feelings of your connection. Making love with Younghyun was a dialog between your bodies through your minds, not your words.

You exhaled loudly as his lips met your clit and then moaned as his tongue was flat against your entrance. His kitten licks at first earned several more moans from you, which got a bit louder when he skillfully began properly eating you out. 

Just as you thought you would explode, he sensed you getting tense and stopped, coming all the way up to kiss your lips as he aligned himself with your entrance. He paused to glance at you once again -the most magical of all moments- then dipped his head in your neck, placing kisses as he entered you as slowly as he could, causing you both to moan in unison. When he bottomed out you sighed and he groaned. 

"Give me one second please" you told him, voice shaking from the heightening of all your senses, needing a split moment to get used to the stretch.

"All the seconds in the world for you, my love" he reassured you and started kissing your neck lovingly to relax you.

After you told him you were okay, he began picking up his pace, keeping it slow and drawing it out as much as he could, groaning ever so often. You were both soon panting, a thin layer of sweat making your bodies glister. " Younghyun..." you moaned when he hit that specific spot and it sounded like music to his ears. You were as close as possible: his forearms right next to your shoulders, while you had your arms draped over his back. It didn't take long for you to start circling your hips to synchronise with his movements. Your climax was near, having built up from the foreplay, you knew it would hit you hard. Younghyun was close too, you felt it as he was going a bit faster, chasing his own high. 

And it did hit you hard. Your climax seemed like an explosion, hundreds of fireworks, hundreds of colors that ended being all mixed to white, blurring your vision. "My god, Younghyun..." you moaned one last time breathlessly. "I love you Y/N..." he sighed while reaching his high. 

As he helped you both ride out your orgasms, Younghyun's lips were back at yours and kept kissing you as he stilled inside you for a brief moment before separating your bodies. He came to lie next to you, both looking at the ceiling, trying to stabilise your breaths.

You two took a bath and came back to lie again on the bed, the time being something in the very early morning. He was just in his sweatpants, while he had given you one of his shirts to wear. Holding you close, he draped the covers over you and before he had drifted off to sleep you said softly: "I love you more than anything in the world, Younghyun" 

"I love you too Y/N, I'll be by your side forever." he kissed your forehead and then you closed your eyes, letting yourselves get lost in the world of dreams.

(A/N: I wanted to write such a smut because having read everything here on tumblr, it seems like people these days tend to forget the difference between having sex and making love. Never forget consent and protection kids, even though I don't mention the second one here because smh it didn't match with the whole vibe... Peace out 👋✌)

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Late night sex with Day6

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Sungjin: 

The Chinese takeout was getting cold as it sat on your coffee table, the tv playing some random movie that no one was paying attention too. Your lips were trapped by Sungjin’s and your hands were tangled in his hair. The room was only lit by the tv but you could see the contours of his face and body and you could feel him. That was all that mattered. He was seated deep inside you, taking his time to draw things out as long as he could. 

Sungjin pressed his forehead to yours, wrapping your bare legs around his waist. He couldn’t have wished for a better Friday night. 

Jae/Jaehyung:

Kinda funny how evenings could escalate. It was 11 p.m and it was an ordinary night, both of you having worked all day and just needing a little moment to relax. It all started off innocent, Jae’s fingers fingers dancing over your aching muscles only to dip down your body more and more. The second you locked eyes with him, you knew what he was up to. Jae pulled you into his lap with a cheeky smile. 

His arms wrapped around your waist as you rode him gently, hazy sleepy sex was the exact way to describe it. Coupled with soft kisses and slow movements. The best way to lul yourselves to sleep. 

YoungK/Younghyun/Brian: 

Hot, heavy and rushed. That was one way to described the events. Not that it bothered you at all. Younghyun often got like this after a great show, it fueled him. It made him feel like he was on top of the world and you loved it. You barely had your clothes off before he sheathed himself inside of you, giving you a small chance to breath before moving harshly. His hands holding your hips from behind, the nails digging into your skin harshly. 

Younghyun felt like he was riding a high, a high you can only get after a really good performance and you were there to help him ride out that high. 

Wonpil:

The water droplet falling back into the tub were a nice sound as Wonpil lifted his arm. His fingers stroking your damp hair as your back pressed against his chest. Soft music played from your phone that rested on the sink, this was just a moment to relax. Wonpil’s lips moved to your neck, gently sucking on this skin as his hand moved from your hair down to your core. It was 11 p.m and you were having a hard time sleeping so the bath was Wonpil’s idea. 

The water moved with every slow movement of your hips. Wonpil’s forehead pressing to yours as you lost yourself.

Dowoon:

The evening started out with you sat inbetween his legs, the game controller in your hands as you tried playing games together. Dowoon’s breath tickling the back of your neck as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him tighter. The room was dark aside from the tv and you could feel Dowoon’s hard on press to your lower back. 

The controller was long forgotten as you laid on your back on the floor. Dowoon’s arms supporting your head as your hips raised to meet his. 

[youngkbf]

When You Love Someone ↠ Kang Younghyun

pairing: kang younghyun (youngk) x reader gender neutral

request by anon: Young k + when you love someone :)

summary: there’s not much I can do for you except being next to you, i’m sorry

genre: non idol!au, angst

warnings: none

wc: 1k+

an: i’m so so so so so sorry that this took me forever to do, i’m working on my mental health and i’ve recently got back to writing so hopefully i’ll post more soon. i hope you like it :)

masterlist in bio

gif credits to youngqk

It wasn’t hard to notice it. If Younghyun was a cartoon character, little pink hearts would float around his head in an almost comical way. And even if it wasn’t hard to spot it, you’d still see it, desperately trying to see if the glint in his eyes mirrored yours whenever he looked at you. It was there, just not because of you. It was unrequited on both sides: you loved him but he loved someone else that didn’t love him back. It was almost like a broken love triangle, too unstable to shape itself into something real.

You knew from the start but never told him. Younghyun would never believe you, too hopeful, thinking he had a chance and refusing to see what was right in front of him. This was something that he had to figure out on his own, it was the only way he’d believe it.

That realization came sooner than you expected it, the clock on your nightstand indicating that it was past 1 am when Younghyun showed up at your door, hair and clothes dripping wet from the pouring rain. You ushered him inside, running to get him a towel and some clothes that he had left at your place after sleepovers. You didn’t notice right away that he was crying. Only when you sat behind him on your bed to dry his hair with the towel, Younghyun let out a sob. You called out his name gently as you moved to sit in front of him, the towel immediately forgotten at the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry.” He brought a shaky hand up to wipe his tears “I’m sorry. I just didn’t know where else to go.” He sniffled.

Your heart broke seeing him cry and the way that his voice sounded so weak did nothing to soothe your aching chest. But you remained silent, knowing that he’d talk at his own pace, opting to squeeze his hand in wordless reassurance.

“I confessed…” Younghyun started after a few seconds of silence “I thought I had a chance but-” Another sob escaped his lips, the memory, and the pain both still fresh in his mind “They’re in love with Sungjin.”

Park Sungjin, the bane of your existence. You knew who he was and his role in the dysfunctional love triangle ー perhaps square, if he’s in it too ー that you found yourself into. There was a part of you, the selfish one, that was glad that he existed since he was the reason your heart wasn’t completely torn apart. God knew how much it’d hurt to see Younghyun with someone else and in a somewhat good way, Sungjin was the one preventing that from happening. But the other part of you despised him. He was part of the reason Younghyun was falling apart right in front of your eyes. And as much as you hated the idea of seeing him with someone else, you hated to see him like that even more. You wanted him to be happy more than anything, even if it meant getting your heart broken.

“I’m sorry.” With your free hand, you pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back as he buried his head on the crook of your neck.

“It’s not your fault.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. But I knew, you wanted to say, but bit your tongue and remained quiet. He had had enough heartbreak for one night, and you didn’t want to be responsible for changing the memory of when he saw the world through rose-colored lenses. When another sob escaped his lips and his free hand fisted the back of your shirt in an attempt to get some comfort, you were pulled away from your thoughts. Pushing your own struggles and pain aside, you focused on Younghyun. You held him until he stopped crying, rubbing his back and whispering reassuring words into his ear every once in a while.

Younghyun’s crying eventually died down, his body out of energy to cry for the night. You ushered him to lay down, eyes struggling to stay open as he sank into the warmth of your covers. Your stomach turned as the thought that Younghyun basically cried himself to sleep crossed your mind, but you forced yourself to keep it together just for a bit longer as you grabbed your pillow, ready to head to the couch for the rest of the night. However, Younghyun’s hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you from doing so.

“Stay.” He whispered, voice hoarse from all the crying “Please.”

Every fiber in your body knew this was a bad idea. You couldn’t fix his broken heart, and you couldn’t take away his pain no matter how much you wished for it. But that didn’t mean you had to sacrifice your own, right? One look at his pleading eyes, and you were already pulling back the covers. Younghyun’s hand quickly looked for yours under the covers and squeezed as if to remind himself he wasn’t going through this alone. It felt wrong, the way that your heart fluttered and broke in your chest, your stomach dropping but still filled with butterflies. But you let him, knowing that he needed it and once again putting him before everything, even yourself. Then his other arm was wrapped around your waist to pull you close so that he could bury his head in the crook of your neck. And you still let him.

“I love you.” Younghyun mumbled, lips brushing against your collarbone.

Your breath hitched in your throat before you managed to say it back, aware that your words had different meanings. He fell asleep soon after, breathing steady and his grip on you still firm. The knot in your throat kept getting tighter until you felt like you couldn’t breathe properly, but you couldn’t cry either. Not when Younghyun was sleeping next to you. The rain hitting the window brought you some comfort, if you couldn’t cry, the sky would do it for you.

Eventually, Younghyun’s warmth and the rain lulled you to sleep, with a heavy chest and mind clouded by a messy thread of thoughts that led you nowhere. You decided to set everything aside just for the rest of the night. There was nothing else you could do at the moment and in the end, you would still have to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. But not until you put his back together.

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[springdaybreaks]

side-tracked | kang younghyun

➳pairing: youngk brian kang / kang younghyun x reader.

➳genre: college!au; steamy

➳summary: you and your boyfriend got side-tracked when he was supposed to be backstage for his gig.

➳word count: 1.04k

“Are the next one already on standby?”

The walkie that had been clipped on the waistband of your jeans, was currently lying on the floor near Younghyun’s jacket. The other side was chaotic, to say the least. It sounded like everyone on the stage crew was shouting something down the line.

But you couldn’t really focus on what was being shouted on the walkie. You couldn’t feel the cold brick wall against your back or the crisp night air. At least not at the moment. Not when Kang Younghyun was kissing you.

Younghyun’s hand was cradling your head and fingers tangled in your hair  as he kissed your lips with urgency. His other hand was gripping your waist, once in a while pulling your body closer to his as if the two of you weren’t close enough.

“The band said they couldn’t find their bassist-”

“Younghyun,” you whispered, breaking the kiss for a second.

“Hm?” he hummed distractedly.

His lips immediately captures yours again ravenously, his hand tilting back your head so he could have more access to your lips. His hand that had been gripping your waist was slipping under your shirt, his warm hand making your body shiver.

You pulled him closer, against your better judgement. You two weren’t supposed to be here; you were supposed to be helping the stage crew for the university festival. He was supposed to be backstage five minutes ago.

“Then someone fucking find him! For the love of-”

A gasp escaped your lips, both in surprise and arousal, when you felt Younghyun squeezed your ass. His tongue entered your mouth at the opportunity, exploring every corner of your mouth before finally meeting your own. 

You tangled your fingers in his dark locks and pulled it lightly. A low groan reverberated in his throat at the taste of you. Younghyun grinded his body against yours in response, eliciting a moan from you.

God, he was so intoxicated with you; so in love with you.

“Does anyone know where the fuck is Kang Younghyun?!”

You pulled yourself away from him unwillingly. This time, your boyfriend latched his lips on the side of your lips. You had thought he would go back to kissing you. But instead, he continued on, leaving butterfly kisses on his trail and started his assault on your neck.

"Younghyun, you should be backstage already-"

He dipped his head a bit further, aiming for that one spot he knew would make your legs go weak. Your hand went to his forearm instantly. You weren't sure if it was to push him away as you knew both of you were supposed to be working, or to anchor yourself. Probably both.

"If the bassist isn't backstage in ten, they'll have to go on without him."

"Younghyun, the guys are gonna be so pissed- oh my god," you gasped.

It was then Younghyun decided to suck on your sensitive spot, drawing another moan from you and making you legs weak at the same time. He licked and sucked you on that same spot again, making you see stars. You could feel him smile against your neck before he continued what he was doing.

Younghyun's ringtone rang again for the umpteenth. It had been ringing a few minutes after he decided it was a good idea to make out with just half an hour before his gig. He had dragged you to the dark side of one of the buildings on the side of the huge quad where the stage for the university festival was.

He had been quite clingy these past few days. It was to be expected though, as both of you had been busy with your mid-term exams two weeks ago. On top of that, with you busy with the preparations for this festival and him busy with band practices, the two of you had only met briefly a couple of times.

"Has someone found him yet?"

It was unbelievably hard to push his head away from your neck. His grip on you tighten as you felt him trying to pull you back closer. You pushed your hand against his muscular arm. Younghyun's hooded eyes flickered to yours.

"Younghyun, you have to go-"

"They can wait," he tried to reason.

His phone rang again. He rested his forehead on yours and sighed as he closed his eyes. He groaned and muttered something under his breath, too low for you to hear. Both his hands were on your hips now, still keeping you close. It was clear he didn’t want to let you go.

You stared at him lovingly as your fingers toyed with his dark locks on the nape of his neck. He was too adorable, grumbling like a little kid, that you couldn’t resist giving him a kiss. He whined when you pulled away before he could deepen the kiss.

"You're extra clingy this week, Younghyun," you said before you peppered his face with kisses.

He pulled you closer by the waist as he let you shower him with your attention. You weren't big on PDA, you were okay with him holding your hand and hugs in public. But when it came to kissing, you had always been more reserved. You never gave him more than just a peck, nor did you let him. So he learned to treasure the private moments you two shared, where he could kiss you as many and as deep as he wanted to, where you too would kiss him freely.

You gave him one last kiss on the lips. A small smile was grazing your lips when you pulled away. Younghyun followed along, a smile formed on his lips when he saw yours. Your smiles had always been contagious, even before the two of you went official.

“God, I love you so much, baby,” he kissed your temple.

“Now let's go, baby,” you stand on your tippy-toes and whispered, “We can just continue this later.”

Younghyun smirked.

“Of course we will, y/n. Did you think I was done?”

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[jismuts]

Ooooooo could I request a dom youngk smut with fingering and squirting? 🙈 if you feel uncomfortable then I’m so sorry I totally understand 😬

[23:43] “come on, babygirl. you can do it one more time for me, right?” though in the form of a question, you know younghyun’s request is more of a demand than anything. you had squirted for the first time yesterday while you two had been going at it, and now he’s more than determined to make you do it again, regardless of whether or not you have the capability to control it. in fact, the two of you have now been in bed for almost an hour now, but he refuses to let up until he gets what he wants.

your body squirms in his grasp as you near your third orgasm of the night, his fingers moving in and out of you at an even faster and rougher pace to help you along. thrusting your hips up frantically at the overstimulation, your core clenches around his digits, releasing a heavy amount of liquid onto them, though not the kind younghyun’s been hoping for. letting out a sigh of defeat, he’s about to remove himself from you when all of a sudden you let out one of the loudest scream’s he’s heard from you. along with it, his forearm and stomach are now covered with cum as he resumes pumping his hand at a terribly quick speed, curling his fingers up harshly whenever he reaches knuckle-deep.

he watches with delight as you begin to calm down, body shaking and chest heaving up and down in utter exhaustion. just as you settle comfortably in the sheets, however, younghyun pulls you closer to him by your legs, leaning over you and resting his hands by your head.

“i knew you had it in you, baby, but you didn’t think we’d finish without letting me have my turn, did you?”

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hunt + Younghyun 🥺

"Hey, kitty." A voice drawls next to your ear and you don't have to turn around to see who it was.

"Ugh, it's always you." You groan in disgust, throwing a disdainful look back at the obnoxious fox. "You do realize you're barely a canine, right? The only kind of dog you are is a horndog."

As if to prove your point, he presses himself against your back, humming happily at the feeling. "Only for you, my little minx."

It's hard to maintain your irritation when his lips and sharp canines start toying with the skin of your neck, purposefully teasing around your sweet spot, but cats aren't thought to be arrogant and aloof for nothing.

You push him away so you can turn around to face him then you sit ontop of your desk, opening your legs so you could pull him between them. The shaky gasp that slips from him doesn't go unnoticed by you but it wasn't enough, and you make a point of digging your nails into his back, the white shirt he wore no doubt getting stained red.

"Ow, baby girl got claws." He grins, way too happy about getting scratched. "I like it."

"They should put a muzzle on you." You hiss and kiss him hard, your canines piercing into his plump lips, which does nothing to deter him. Instead, his mouth opens in a moan, tongue carelessly pushing between your sharp teeth and into your mouth.

He was relentless, the more you lashed out at him, the more worked up he got over you, the kinky fucker. It was constant power struggle between you two, and maybe that was why you were so addicted to each other. The high you got when you would make the other, so proud and haughty, submit to you was worth all the injuries you sustained along the way.

As he pulls away from your lips to roughly pull down your top and latch onto your breasts, his teeth nipping ever so slightly on your nipple when you try to tug on his hair to pull him away, almost makes you admit that losing might not be such a bad prospect either.

send me any Day6 song and member/ any sentence of dialogue you want + a genre and I’ll write a little drabble for you.

[getdownkyh]

Bad Day (m) | Young K | smut | 2k words

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[11:52pm] kyh : Bad day. Need u. Coming over in 15.

[11.53pm] You : Okay :(

[11.53pm] You : Drive safe.

15 minutes was enough time for you to clear out your dining table, take out ingredients and arrange them on the island to whip up a quick comfort meal. Anything warm and filling, just so he could sleep better afterwards. The broth was bubbling, the soft whirs of the exhaust fan absorbing the steam filling the kitchen while you stood in front of the pot, spoon in hand and adjusting the seasoning.

You heard the soft beeps of the lock, him kicking off his shoes and placing his keys down, going straight into the kitchen and attaching himself to you. You placed the spoon down, running your hand over his that was wound around your abdomen, “I made food and cleared the table. You can wait there and I’ll bring this over.”

He nuzzled his nose closer into your neck, “Not hungry..”

You turned the stove off, sighing, “You wanna talk about it?”

He gripped your waist, pressing himself into you. “Not really.. I just..”

You shivered slightly, feeling him dragging his lips over your neck, his breathing heavy and laced with soft grunts. “Younghyun..”

He detached his lips from you, grasping your waist and spinning you slowly to face him. His eyes met yours for a short moment before he ducked down, mouth on your neck again. You tilted your head to the side instinctively, and he hummed gratefully, his large hands moving under your shirt and pressing onto your ribs.

Your body leaned backwards, his weight on you. Before the situation could get dangerous you pressed your palms over his chest and gave him a firm push.

His pupils were shaking, as he stuttered, “S-sorry, I just-” he rubbed his face harshly with his hand, “God, I’m sorry. Was that uncomfortable for you?”

You shook your head, your heart felt heavy at how stressful he looked, you knew he really could have just forced you through it, but held himself back when you pushed him away and apologised.

Although there really was nothing he should be sorry for.

“Younghyun no, the stove is still hot. You were so close to hurting yourself.”

He tongued his cheek, frustration taking over his system again, “Ugh, why didn’t you say that sooner.”

“You know I’m not really good at saying words when you’re all over me like that.” You blushed.

He tugged you towards him, away from the stove, that damn stove, “Up.”

You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist, arms around his neck, him holding you by your thighs. You kissed him, delicately, persuading him to calm down, a silent I’m here for you.

Younghyun groaned, feeling everything at once, the pent up stress, you in his arms, the frustration fueling his anger, your soft lips on his, the ache screaming for attention at the back of his head, your soft whines into the kiss; the contrast of it all made him feel like he was on fire but simultaneously being dumped into a bucket of iced water.

He rutted his hips into you then, and he felt you dig your nails into his shoulder, the kiss broken from his hips jostling your body. It wasn’t enough for him so he took a few steps forward, suddenly angry at the lack of furniture in your kitchen, the lack of sturdy space for him to hump into you, never mind that you were not in the most ideal place for this, he wanted you and he wanted you now.

You gasped out again, your back hitting something warm, his gradually hardening member occasionally brushing against your core as he moved, “Y-younghyun. Not here. The stove.”

He groaned, exasperated, Of Course. The fucking stove.

“What the fuck.” He grunted against your neck, his clothed erection fully pressed into you.

If the situation was slightly different you both probably would have laughed at how frustrated he looked. But not now, not when you were just as bothered and frustrated as he was, the pressure between your legs causing you to clench around emptiness.

“The table’s empty.” You breathed out, fingers tracing his jaw to prompt him to look up.

Technically your bed was also empty, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know where your bed was, he could call it his also, considering how many times he also slept in it, but he really was acting like he would combust if he didn’t take you on the spot. He just wanted to fuck his stress away, let the temporary bliss of orgasm wash over his system and hopefully be tired enough to sleep the night away.

His arms were strong around you, picking you up again, moving towards the dining table. The moment you were placed on the table, sitting in front of him, he was quick to stand between your legs, hands on your thighs pulling you closer towards him.

Your nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on his jacket, pushing them off his torso. Younghyun rocked his hips against you, your hands shaking, fingers clutching his shirt as you tried to take it off.

You laid your palm flat on his lower abdomen, causing him to hiss but eventually stop moving. He took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head, groaning when he saw you kicking your shorts off. Your fingers were still tangled in your shirt as you attempted to take it off, only to be stopped by Younghyun pushing you down onto the table, you falling flat on your back with a soft thud.

His lips were on yours, urgently, tongue swiping over your bottom lips before delving into your mouth, licking and pressing onto you, successfully blocking your airways. His hands embraced your waist, thumbs squeezing your ribs, causing your short breaths to hitch even more.

Pressing onto your body, his hands moved upwards, your shirt moving with them, stopping only when both your mounds were fully exposed. He squeezed them harshly in his hands, causing you to squirm and hiss, teeth biting down, scraping his tongue. He lessened the intensity of his squeeze, moving to massage them gently, thumbs moving to circle the nipples, groaning when he felt them perking under his fingertips.

You thrashed beneath him, lifting your hips up to grind against his hard-on, your nails scratching the hard surface of the table painfully.

He pulled back for air, standing straight between your legs as he brought one hand down to unbuckle his belt, brushing against your sensitive core in the process, causing you to whine. His member in hand, stroking softly, he looked down at you, eyes moving from your lips, to your pert nipples, to the soaked patch on your underwear.

You hooked your thumb to the piece of clothing, pulling it down, exposing your wetness. You couldn’t get it off past your knees before Younghyun was pushing himself forward, taking your hand off of the piece of clothing and yanking it down impatiently. He grabbed your thigh, pulling you towards him as he pushed in. For the first time of the night he was being gentle, entering you inch by inch, eyes on your face, deciphering whether you were in pain or pleasure.

You pressed your heel into his back, and that was all the permission he needed. He held your hips and started rocking in and out of you, pace fast and sloppy.

He was inside you so deep, your body was jerking every time he pushed in. His grunts got heavier and breathier, feeling the friction of your warm walls around his pulsing member, and further riled up by the sight in front of him. Your boobs bouncing in rhythm every time your body lurched upwards with his thrust, the muscle in your arms straining as you tried to dig your nails deeper into the table to anchor yourself.

It was hot but he was quickly getting annoyed by the way your body was jerking upwards every time. Away from him. Not towards.

You winced when you felt him snapping his hips sharply and pulling out, your eyes and mouth opening at the sudden empty feeling. He dragged you towards him, your body sliding closer to him until you felt your feet on the ground. You stood in front of him, fingers on your clit to provide some sort of relief. He pulled your hand away, turning your body around, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

He pushed you down, bending you over the table, “Just wanna, take you from the back.” You shivered at how vocal he was, you had been going on at it for a while but his voice was thick with frustration still. You hummed weakly, cheek pressing against the table, warm from your previous body heat.

And then he was filling you up again, this time with no restriction as your body were kept grounded between him and the table. He groaned, rough and loud, hands spreading your ass, grabbing your hips, nails marking your skin.

The hard surface of the table rubbed against your body with every thrust. You arched your back when you felt your nipples scratching against the table, the stimulation delicious but overwhelming, but with your back arched your clit was now pressing harder onto the table, and Younghyun’s unrelenting pace was making everything more intense. All you could do was writhe and mewl, but all that did was fuel him even further, sending his body into a state of rush.

The lack of control from him was sending your body into overdrive. The absence of build up and foreplay having you desperate to reach your orgasm, making your body crash down faster.

You threw him one last look, neck straining and craning as you twist your head to the side, eyes glistening and begging. He grunted, “I’m nowhere near close yet.”

Though when you came, moans muffled against the table, he did slow down his pace, partly due to your spasming walls around him making his hips stutter but also partly because you got a hand shaking, reaching out towards him, snapping him out of his frenzy.

He stilled, he knew you usually could take more than one orgasm but it felt wrong for him to force another one onto you when he saw how hard you fell apart from the first one. His hand was delicate on your lower spine, and you could tell his frustration had receded. He pulled out, his hand harshly pumping his still erect member while he looked at you with concerned eyes.

You stood up, legs shaking, turning around and seeing him getting himself off. You pulled his hand away, pushing him down onto the chair, straddling him and lowering yourself onto him. He gripped your thighs, hissing between gritted teeth, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

You kissed him, shutting him up, exerting control through your hips, your hole fluttering from the sensitivity. He groaned again and you picked up your speed, lifting and falling onto him, the squelching sounds dirty to your own ears, urging you to clench your walls around him, desperately begging him to reach his high.

He came with a throaty groan, the heavenly wave of orgasm rippling through causing his body to tense up, his hands framing your waist and holding you in place as he let go deep into you, the sticky, white release making you shudder from the warmth.

His forehead met yours, eyes tightly shut, grunting, “What was that? I could get myself off just fine.”

You nibbled his bottom lip, “Geez, you’re welcomed.”

He chuckled, and you felt a weight lifted off your chest, knowing he truly felt better now. You pouted at him, “I cooked for you and you said you weren’t hungry. After I finished cooking.”

“Sorry..” he muttered, avoiding your eyes.

You softened in a second, cupping his face, “Hey, hey I was joking. You feel better now?”

He nodded, thumbs rubbing circles into your thighs.

“Then that’s all that matters to me.”

[hxnxjisxng]

Making out with Brian:

•Most of your and his make outs are soft and gentle

•But sometimes they can get a little rough

•It would start with you standing in the kitchen talking to Jae and Dowoon

•And Brian walked in planning on joining your conversation

•But when he saw you wearing a crop top and shorts he changed his mind

•He got a little possessive

•And dragged you to his room

•”Sorry guys I have to talk to y/n about something

•You thought it was serious

•As soon as you entered his room

•He backed you up so you were against the wall

•”Baby you know what those shorts do to me”

•He started kissing your neck

•”Hey! I though this was serious”you said while laughing

•He slid his hands so they were on your ass

•”baby this is very serious”

•You felt him smile into the kiss

•Soon the kisses got more heated

•You knew he wanted more when he started to grind into you

[haechanmochi]

Pairing: Brian Student!YoungK X Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: unprotected (ALWAYS USE PROTECTION KIDS) / slight degradation

Your boyfriend had called you over on Friday, asking you to stay over because both his parents were out of town and he could use some company and motivation right before his final exam on Monday.

You weren't expecting too much, knowing he'd be busy with his revision but the boy had barely even looked at you since you invited yourself in and you were left watching Netflix alone with your headphones on because he didn't want any sound.

Maybe you should've chosen a different genre of movies because the intense sex scenes seemed to frustrate you even more and made you desire YoungK's hands even more. You throw a quick glance in his direction and almost lose it right there when you take in the fact that his shirt is now off, exposing his muscular back that you had missed dragging your nails down. You hadn't been actively with him for a while now, not that you minded it much, because you wanted to give him his study space.

Despite being a month or so younger than him, you had finished your higher education much faster than he had because he had to repeat a grade after coming down from Canada. You were usually helping him revise whenever the two of you were alone, seeing as you had been there and done that before him.

But today, YoungK was in a self study mood, even though he was the one that called you over. You paused the sex scene when it got too graphic and rolled over in bed to sit up, taking your headphones off.

YoungK was mumbling notes to himself and you watched him for a few minutes, his back to you and his shoulders sighing often, and you knew all too well that the boy was stressed.

You got up from the edge of the bed and made your way to his black leather chair. He almost gasped when you spun his chair around and he finally made direct eye contact with you for the night.

He let out a nervous chuckle and placed his hands on either side of your waist, pulling you into his lap for an innocent embrace.

"You scared me, baby", he hummed into your neck and you feel your arousal grow from the vibrations that his voice sends through you.

You make yourself comfortable on his lap and he grunts when you not so accidentally grind down on his member. He tries not to make it obvious that his crotch is pressed tightly against the material of your shorts and that just the sight of your thighs surrounding him is giving him a hard time.

"You've been looking so stressed, my pretty boy", you coo into his ear, lust lacing your voice as you trace a finger down his bare chest.

"y-y/n, I need to stud- ah"

He groans out almost impatiently when you dip your hand into the waistband of his shorts.

"I know, but you've studied alot, my love and I think you deserve some relief"

He doesn't reply this time, battling out in his head if he should let you do this or not.

A small sound of desperation leaves his lips and he thrusts his hips slightly forward into your hand.

"Do you think I should give you what you deserve, Brian?"

He fervently nods and you know you've won.

"Actually"

You start again and he looks at you with pleading eyes, begging for any sort of contact.

"Let's skip all the teasing and get straight to the part where I'm fucking you so good that you won't even remember what stress felt like"

YoungK lets out a strangled "hmmph" and you withdraw your hand from around his shaft. You slide you shorts down your thighs, revealing your glistening, wet core and he grins weakly at your choice to have gone commando.

You hover right above his throbbing member, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly when you sink down on him.

He moans out hotly against your ear at the feeling of entering you raw, inch by inch, having you clench around him and getting re-used to having him inside you until he finally bottoms out.

You sit there, foreheads touching, for a few seconds, allowing yourself to get comfortable with the stretch and he secures his grip on your waist.

You give him the green light to start by rolling your hips against his and immediately pushing your lips on his, tongue entering his mouth as he finds his ground and almost cries out in ecstasy when he thrusts up in time to meet your thrust against him, having you clench around him in surprise at the shockwave that pulses through you.

His thrusts speed up and you can feel the urgency in his voice when he snaps out of his soft shell and goes into his dominant zone.

"A-Argh, fuck y/n, you're such a good girl letting me fuck you like this".

He loved dirty talking to you, knowing it made you that much more wet and horny for him.

"You take my dick so well babygirl, tell me what you want, use your words", he almost commands you and his tone has you dripping, your slickness running down his cock as he plunges into you without rest

You manage to choke out a few words,

"I want you to fuck me however you want to, this all for you, Brian"

The mention of his first name and the possibilities that you've opened up to him has him growling in an almost animal like manner.

"Then let everybody know who's drilling mercilessly into your pretty wet pussy, baby"

"Come on y/n, scream my name"

You almost refuse, not wanting to have any awkward tension with his neighbours but he spreads your thighs further with one arm, lifting you onto his study table and standing up from his chair to fuck you at a new angle that has your head spinning.

YoungK pulls out almost completely and then pushes back harshly into you, brushing with full force against a new unexplored spot and you moan out his name in a voice that sounds more like a cry.

"Fuck yes, just like that my pretty little slut, am I fucking you good baby?"

You nod, unable to say anything else other than the frequent cries and whimpers of his name and chants of the word baby.

"You have the tightest, most beautiful pussy ever y/n, fuck, you're too good, letting me take my stress out on your tight little pussy, fuck"

His grunts turn into whimpers as he weakens at the stirring feeling in his lower stomach, his thrusts weakening with each push.

"Keep fucking me, just like that, don't stop til' you're cumming inside me, Daddy"

You whisper, giving him the final bit of encouragement he needed and filling him with enough energy to do you until you were completely fucked out.

"Fuck fuck- I'm gonna come baby"

He groans out in the most attractive way known to mankind and the sight of him collapsing in front of you has you squirting recklessly onto his still pumping cock.

Witnessing you squirting all over him, proves to be a bit too vile and much to handle and YoungK finds himself climaxing, moaning your name and biting down harshly on your shoulder as the overwhelming and long trapped orgasm crashes over him.

His body shakes as he fills you with his warm white seed, painting your inner walls with his cum.

You comfort him through his high, running a soft hand down his back and entangling the other in his hair as his teeth remain secured into your shoulder, the sting helping you subdue the intense pleasure that you just got over.

His tired eyes meet yours in a single glance and he smiles at you, completely fucked out.

"I love you so much", the words leave you before you can even think of forming them.

He pulls you closer to him, still standing in front of you, and kisses the mark on your shoulder that was left by him just moments ago.

"I love you so much more".