#kevin smut
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TBZ PROMPTS | 18+ content.
(( hihi ^^ so my friend @oceansuncherry has given me prompts for each member of the boyz and these are the little scenarios that came to mind, please enjoy !! each members content will be tagged accordingly , as i edit this post with each member i'm realizing how out of control i am... ))
♡ Explicit, 14k.
♡ Reader is gender neutral in every scenario, because in this house we love being delulu and inclusive ^-^
♡ All members included.
Sangyeon - “Do you think you can handle it?”
[[ boss /worker, thigh riding, make out, there is alcohol involved ]]
— You’re currently out for drinks with a few of your co-workers, honestly, you didn’t really want to go but you’ve already denied so many invitations that everyone in the office was beginning to think you hated them. It wasn’t that you disliked your co-workers, but you would just rather be curled up on the couch with a glass of wine watching a new drama after dealing with emails and phone calls all day.
“Y/n, you want more?” Sangyeon questions, holding a bottle of soju in his hands.
You slid your hand over the top of your cup, shaking your head, “No, thank you.”
He nods. Setting the bottle back down on the table to bring his freshly poured drink to his mouth. You watch out of the corner of your eyes, watching the way he laughs at the others' jokes and sips his drink. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, exposing his long arms and a silver watch on his wrist.
You’ve already had two glasses of peach soju and you’re warming up, feeling your cheeks warm and your thoughts swaying. Sangyeon was so handsome, reminding you of the lead in one of the office dramas that you had been watching recently. It was dangerous, thinking about him this way, he was above you… You were just an intern and he was the one in charge of overlooking your group. He was just so friendly and handsome.
“Ah, it’s getting late,” One of the other interns hummed, their heads swaying as they checked their phones.
Everyone began to excuse themselves one by one… But Sangyeon kept drinking, laughing and chatting with his co-workers.
“Y/n, are you feeling okay?” Sangyeon questions, tilting his head, “You’ve been so quiet all evening?”
“Oh,” You hum, nodding your head and looking down at your barely touched drink, “Just enjoying myself Mr. Lee.”
He tuts his tongue, “You don’t have to be so formal after work hours.”
“Sorry…” You mumble, almost calling him by his office name again but stopping yourself. You pick up your drink, taking another sip.
Sangyeon smirks. His eyes drag over you slowly before turning back to one of the older workers. And suddenly it feels like it’s a million degrees in the restaurant. You excuse yourself to the washroom.
Leaning up against the wall, you touch your cheek, it’s warm to the touch and you exhale…Why did he look at you like that? There was no way you had just imagined all of that, maybe it was best to call it a night and go home as well. You had almost prepared yourself mentally enough to go back out there and excuse yourself when the door opens and Sangyeon appears. He smiles, stepping towards you and suddenly it feels like your heartbeat has multiplied. Why was he so handsome?
“I-I was just about to say my goodbyes,” You stutter, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. You tried to step past him but you were stopped by his hand on your waist.
You tried to step back, trying to escape him but all you’ve managed to do is back yourself into the wall and he takes the opportunity to lean into you.
“You’ve stared at me all night,” Sangyeon breathes, “It was so hard to pay attention you know, you look so…” His hands tighten on your waist, leaning into your neck, “Pretty…You’re always trying to steal my attention, hmm?”
“Mr. Lee,” You gasp, squirming against him.
Sangyeon grabs your hands, pinning them above your head… Your skin feels like it’s on fire and your heart is throbbing. He smells so good, the mix of soju with his cologne has your head spinning.
“If you keep calling me that, I’m not going to be able to contain myself,” Sangyeon groans, resting his head on your shoulder, “Do you think you can handle it? ”
You squeeze your thighs together. He’s holding your hands up with only one hand, the other dragging down the front of your chest. Stopping at your waist again, his fingers squeezing as he inhales and exhales. He slots his knee between your thighs. And you let him. Stretching out your neck as his teeth graze your neck, peppering you with kisses.
“A-Ah, Mr. Lee,” You moan…Squirming your hands, but his grip tightens. Biting down into your neck.
He tugs you forward by your waist. You gasp at the friction, grinding yourself over his thigh, rocking your hips with the rhythm of his strong hands. His lips against your neck. There was no way you were leaving this bathroom without such a visible mark.
“You can’t leave a mark,” You pant breathlessly, “They’ll know.”
“Embarrassed of me, babe?” Sangyeon whispers against your neck…”How about here then.”
His lips entangle with yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue slips into your mouth and you can taste the soju on his tongue. Your own intoxication has your mind spinning, you’re so dizzy you can’t think straight. Grinding yourself on his thigh seeking your own pleasure, lost in the pressure that was pooling between your thighs.
“So eager,” He coos, kissing down your jaw, his lips pressed against your neck again, “I want to hear you, sweetheart.”
Sangyeon lets go of your hands, both of his hands now attached to your waist. Squeezing and tugging…You can’t help but moan so pathetically. Falling into Sangyeon, burying your face into his chest, panting and gasping for air.
“Say my name,” Sangyeon groans, his voice raspy and heavy.
“Mr. Lee,” You moan, “Sir, I’m going to cum…”
“Fuck,” Sangyeon exhales, “Cum for me sweetheart.”
His hand slips between your thighs, rubbing you through your clothes and it’s game over. You gasped and jerked forward, your entire body trembling as you rode out the pleasure that surged between you.
“How are you going to call my name in the office now?” Sangyeon teases, his hands dragging over your thighs.
You lean back, resting your head against the cold wall... You stare at him, smiling, “I think I’ll be fine, Mr.Lee..”
He scoffs, biting his lip and nodding, “Touche...Touche..”
You had never expected this side of him. He was always so sweet and kind in the office, walking in late with donuts and coffee. Always smiling widely and catering to everyone's needs, you would never expect in a million lifetimes he’d have you pinned up against the wall taking what he wanted from you.
Jacob - “I’ve wanted something like this for a while now.”
[[ rough sex, nails, spanking, jacob lets out his anger in a healthy manner, minor derogatory names (slut) , jacob manhandling you is so hot wtf ]]
– Your boyfriend Jacob has always enjoyed gaming, spending a lot of his spare time playing matches with his friends. You’ve never minded though, truthfully you found it cute and enjoyed that you could both be in the same room enjoying each other's company while doing the things you enjoy.
You’re currently laying in his bed. Wearing one of his hoodies and no pants, cocooned in his comforter while one of your dramas plays on the screen. Your full focus is on the show, reading the subtitles and lounging in your comfort. But the focus is lost when Jacob groans, frustrated. His fist clenched, clearly, he wanted to hit something but instead, he breathed in and out.
“You good?” You question, reaching for the remote to pause your show.
“Yeah,” He muttered. Reaching for his mouse again, there were a few clicks before he lazily threw his mouse. Leaning back in his gaming chair.
He was silent.
And you knew that internally his mind was a fucking storm right now.
You pulled the blankets off yourself, crawling out of the bed. He looks up at you tilting his head as you crawl into his lap.
“What are you doing?” He questions.
“You’re upset,” You hum, “I want to make it better.”
You place your hands on his shoulders, adjusting yourself so that your knees are a little more comfortable in the chair, straddling Jacob. You arch out your back, sliding a hand down his chest until your hand is now between your own thighs… You brush your fingers over his crotch.
“How are you going to make it better, hmm?” Jacob questions. His hands latch onto your hips, one slipping under your hoodie and pressing into your back.
“Take your anger out on me,” You say sweetly, your smile as you sit back a bit.
Jacob’s intrigued, chewing on his lip as his eyes drag over you slowly. He slips his hand under the front of your sweater, his fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear… slipping his fingers in and pulling them and letting go, the elastic snaps back against your skin and you gasp.
“Limits?”
You shake your head, “I'll tell you if it’s too much.”
He inhales sharply, slipping his hand under your hoodie and dragging his nails over your stomach, “Fuck, I’ve wanted something like this for a while now.”
“Mmm,” You hum, tilting her head back.
He drags his nails down the inside of your thighs. The heat pools on your skin, welts already forming in the wake of his wandering hands. He squeezes your thighs, pinching skin between his hands. He’s silent, touching and feeling you, but it’s so rough… His fingers were laced with rage and turmoil.
“I want you,” He groans, “Get up.”
You do as he says. Climbing off his lap again. He grabs you by the hips pulling you into him. His face pressed into your stomach as he pulled down your underwear, he kissed your thigh, pushing your underwear past your knees. They fall to your ankles and you step out of them. Your hands cradling Jacob’s head, your fingers weaving into his hair. He grabs your ass, squeezing the skin before pulling his hand back.
The slap rings in your ear, and you jerk forward, fisting his hair and tugging his head back. He looks up at you smirking, his tongue prodded into his cheek like some cocky asshole. Fuck, you’re so turned on by this version of him. He slaps your ass again.
Your reaction is exactly what he’s looking for… He slaps your ass again, this time dragging his nails down your thighs. Your squirm, your skin inflamed. But it feels good. His hands are on your hips, pushing you back. He stands up. Towering over you as he pushed you around so effortlessly.
Jacob puts his hand on your neck, pushing down, “If you make a mess, I’ll be upset, baby.”
At first, you were confused until your chest was flush with his keyboard, the led lights were glowing, flashing an aurora of reds and blues…If you messed up anything on his desk, there was probably hundreds of dollars worth of equipment. Fuck. Fuck.
You’re so focused on holding yourself up. It takes you by surprise the way he kicks your feet apart, lining his cock up with your hole. He fucks into you quickly, the stretch takes you by surprise, but it has you moaning. He doesn’t give you any time to gather yourself before his hands are on your hips, fucking into you hard and deep. Your hands are gripping the edge of his desk, trying with everything in your power to not let yourself put your weight down on his keyboard.
He’s fucking into you so roughly that the desk has begun to shake. And your entire world feels like it’s crashing down around you. It’s so deep you feel like you’re going to cum in seconds, his nails digging into your hips.
Jacob is grunting and groaning, letting out a series of fucks and you’re so fucking tight, you can’t help but clench around him. Everything inside of you pulsing and throbbing.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…'“ You moan, “Ugh, harder, fuck me harder please.”
You couldn’t even possibly imagine that he could fuck you harder, but he does. He pulls out slowly, before grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him with one quick movement. Holy fuck. It hurt so good. You’re so wet it’s dripping down your thighs. He pushed you back into the desk, slapping your ass a few more times.
“What a good slut, you take me so well..”
He pulls you back into him and your entire body feels numb, you can barely hold yourself up anymore. You feel so dizzy. It was like Jacob was a completely different person. You knew he got mad but you couldn’t even begin to imagine this was how this was going to happen.
"Cum inside of me,” You moan, so delirious for pleasure.
Jacob fucks into you, his rhythm steady and his hands latched to your hips as he pulls you back into him. You’re moaning with each thrust. You have your head shoved into the bend of your arm, drooling all over the sleeve of your sweater. Panting hard.
“Shit,” Jacob hisses. Pushing himself in as deep as he could and holding himself there.
You can feel him pulsing inside of you and it feels so inexplicably good. You feel so numb and sensitive. You can’t even remember when you came, but you felt exhausted like you had cum over a hundred times…
Jacob stays inside of you. Basking in the afterglow.
“Holy fuck,” You groan, wiping your mouth on the sleeve of your sweater before standing back up. You examine the desk and there is little to no damage, just a few figures had fallen over.
“Thank you,” Jacob hums, grabbing the back of the sweater and stumbling back, you fall into his lap, and he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your back, “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Mmm, I’m good… Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah, a lot better.”
Younghoon - “It’s not something that I can easily forget.”
[[ heavy make-out, touching in public, confession, virgin reader, finger fucking, idk why this one is a little soft??? ;u; ]]
– You had almost gotten away with it, almost…
That night replaying in your head, you still couldn't believe the way that you had kissed Younghoon. You could blame the liquor or the chanting of all of your friends outside of the stupid closet. But it was all so cliché…
7 minutes in heaven. It was a game for kids and yet there you were, the minutes passed by like seconds. Wrapped up in Younghoon with his tongue in your mouth and your back against a cupboard. It was the furthest thing from heaven you had ever known.
But that night was weeks again. And the shame was eating you alive, you were a virgin and yet you were so lost to the temptation that your friend had to drag you out of the closet. Vodka and Cherry whiskey mixed on your tongue. It was so embarrassing. You hoped that Younghoon had forgotten about it… He was the head of the musical arts department. So thankfully running into him on campus was the least of your worries.
You had let your guard down. Going to karaoke with your friends, two drinks in and you were belting out a song with your best friend. You were aware that your friends had invited another group of friends to come and join but you were having fun, dancing around with the mic in your hand.
Everyone was laughing and singing along, the table was full of drinks and snacks. It was a good night.
When your song ends you turn around to hand off the mic to somebody else, and your stomach drops. Being so absorbed in your musical number that you hadn’t noticed that everyone else had arrived. And Younghoon was sitting across from you, his eyes watching you.
He looks so handsome today…
One of Younghoon’s friends jumps up, snatching the mic from your hand and you left walking to your spot awkwardly. You sit down next to him, wondering if the tension is so obvious that you’re exposing yourself to the entire room that you haven't been able to stop thinking about Younghoon. It had been weeks but you hadn’t forgotten the way he tasted or the way his hands felt under your shirt. Was it just the desire? Or have you developed a crush on Younghoon?
God. You felt like you could die right now, letting your shame and embarrassment be buried with you.
“Hey,” Younghoon greets, smiling... “You’re y/n, right?”
"Yeah,” You answer, reaching for your drink off the table and bringing it to your lips, you have to fight yourself from finishing off the glass. The liquor courage was a little too tempting, “Younghoon, right?”
He chuckles, leaning into you a bit with his arms crossed over his chest, “This small talk is a little boring, y/n... Do you know how hard it was to get you alone again?”
“Ah, sorry,” You mutter, not even sure what you’re really apologizing for, “Let’s just forget that happened okay?”
“It’s not something that I can easily forget,” Younghoon breathes, his hand creeping up onto your thigh.
You inhale. Looking down at his hand and back at your friends that were all fixated on the screen of flashing lyrics. There was no one paying attention to you. But you still felt like all eyes were on you… His hands slid further up your thigh and you swear you could see stars, your stomach twisting.
You jump up.
Everyone looks at you and you awkwardly smile, excusing yourself with a quick excuse of needing to use the washroom badly. You stumble out of the dark room, and the second the door opens you’re greeted with cold air that feels nice. Your cheeks are so hot and your heart is racing.
Why the fuck would he touch you like that around all of your friends? What if you had both been caught?
You stumble forward, heading towards the back door that people often used to go for cigarette breaks or to get some fresh air. It could easily get stuffy in a room full of people. You stepped outside and it was exactly what you needed to help calm down but you’ve only just realized that you’ve forgotten your phone inside, tucked away in your purse. You sigh. Pressing your back into the cold wall.
How were you supposed to go back in there? Fuck.
The door opens and you can’t help but laugh as you watch Younghoon step toward you. Because of course he would chase after you and get you alone, and now you had no excuse or reason to get away from him.
“No…No, go away,” You say while shaking your head, you didn’t really mean it. Fuck, you wanted him so badly. And you hated that he had this effect on you.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll leave you alone.”
He turns to go back inside and you feel yourself begin to panic. You reach out grabbing onto the sleeve of his sweater, stopping him from leaving. He turns around, smirking. You barely have a chance to register what you’ve done as he pushed you up against the wall. His hands are on your hips and you’re squirming and gasping for air. His lips are on your neck, sucking the skin in between his teeth and biting down. His hands are rough and dry, dragging up your soft tummy. You don’t even know when or how his hands had gotten under your shirt so quickly.
“Younghoon,” You gasp, “What if someone sees us…”
“So?” He whispers, “Let them catch us, I’m not ashamed that I like you.”
You feel like you're about to explode. Your heart racing and your mind dissolving into a muddled mess.
“Kiss me,” You beg, “Please…”
And he does. His mouth crashes against yours, the kiss is so deep you’re left panting for air and pulling away in an attempt trying to regather yourself. He’s breathing heavily. Pressing his body weight into you as he pants against your chest.
“I’m a virgin,” You whimper, nervous and beginning to panic.
“That’s okay,” Younghoon nods his head, “I’ll go easy on you.”
He kisses you again. This time his hands are on your neck, holding your face in his hands while his lips meld with yours, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, swallowing every pliant noise you made. He shoves his hand into our pants, massaging you slowly. You don’t stop him, melting into his touch. Kissing you until he’s satisfied you're ready… Pressing two fingers at your entrance and slipping them inside of you slowly. You mewl so pathetically, your hands clutching into his sweater. He kisses your forehead, praising you for taking him so well. His fingers are pumping in and out of you. You bury your face into his chest, trying to muffle your voice that you can’t seem to control.
“You’re so tight,” He croons, “Fuck…”
You moan. Allowing Younghoon to take complete control of you, clenching around his fingers as the pleasure built up until you couldn’t handle it anymore. Trembling as you came, panting into his chest as you tried to gather yourself. So overwhelmed by him.
Younghoon holds you in his arms, praising you sweetly as you come down from your high… You can’t believe you’ve just let him finger you in the back of an alleyway. You barely knew him, but fuck you wouldn’t mind getting to know him better.
Hyunjae - “Is that a challenge?”
[[ car sex, finger fucking, you challenge hyunjae he can't make you cum, guess who cums lolol, freinds to lovers vibes ]]
“I bet you can’t even make me cum,” You chuckle, tossing one of your french fries at him, grabbing another and shoving it into your mouth.
“Is that a challenge?” He cocks his head, “If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask.”
He picks up the fry off his lap and shoves it into his mouth.
“Shut up,” You roll your eyes, reaching for your drink from the cup holder, you take a sip cleansing your palette, “I’m just saying. It’s like impossible, everyone always talks about these mind-blowing orgasms and yeah sex feels good but I’m always so in my fucking head that I can’t cum or something. And if I do, it’s because I had to do it.”
“I’ll do it,” Hyunjae challenges, “If I can’t make you cum, I’ll buy you dinner for a week.”
“Mmm, two weeks,” You smirk.
“Fine, but if I win you have to do anything I want.”
The realization hits, holy fuck you’re going to fuck your best friend? You’ve known Hyunjae most of your life, and you were both so close that it wasn’t even surprising anymore when people would question if you were both a couple. You’ve never thought about him like this… That was a lie, occasionally you would steal a glance or have a question if you liked him. But that was normal…right?
You take another sip of your coke and set it back in the cupholder, “So… uhm now?”
Hyunjae chuckled, “You don’t sound so confident now.”
Scoffing, you set your drink in the cupholder, “Back seat? Or here? I won’t lose to you.”
“Purposely not getting off is against the rules,” Hyunjae groaned, feigning annoyance as he reached for his phone and began to scroll, “Backseat.”
You nod. Opening up the passenger side down and climbing into the backseat. The spot that Hyunjae parked to eat was always abandoned so worrying about someone seeing you both wasn’t a thought in your mind. You feel a little anxious as you wait for him to climb into the backseat with you.
Hyunjae puts on a playlist that’s familiar to you, it’s one you both made together combining your favourite songs before he gets out of the driver’s seat and opens up the back door. You adjust yourself, leaning up against the door, your head against the cold window. He kneels onto the seat, closing the door before he crawls between your legs.
“Limits?” Hyunjae questioned, resting his hand on the top of your thigh.
You shake your head. Your stomach all of a sudden doing flips as his hand dragged up your thighs slowly. This is really happening… Holy fuck. This was really happening.
His hands drag up your thighs. You’re both silent, Hyunjae grabs the waistband of your pants, dragging them down while you lift your hips. He pulls your pants down to your ankles. He’s so gentle with you. You bite your lip as his hands grip your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart.
You watch him, taking in the way his expression changes… The way his eyes stare at you like he’s going to consume you. You’ve never seen this side of him before. He lowers his head, kissing in between your thighs, he looks up at you as his hand begins to massage you. You gasp, tilting your head back and looking away.
It’s teasing the way he touches you so slowly. It’s driving you insane.
“Hyunjae…” You whine. Reaching out to weave your fingers in your hair.
“You’re so pretty,” He coos, placing a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, “Be good for me, hmm?”
“Shut up,” You mutter, your fingers tightening in his hair and tugging.
He chuckles, brushing his hand over your hole. Circling it with two fingers, it has you jerking forward. He pulled back his hand long enough to spit onto his fingers. Smearing the spit at your entrance and pushing in. Sinking his fingers in knuckle-deep. You can’t help but gasp.
“So tight,” Hyunjae breathes, pulling his fingers back out and in, slowly.
You can feel them inside of you and you can't help but clench around his fingers. He smirks, lifting his head to watch the pleasure on your face. He pumps his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, quick jabs that make you moan. It sounds so needy and fake the way his fingers have you biting at your lip in an attempt to stop your noises from being so loud.
Why was Hyunjae having this effect on you?
Normally you were always so in your head, but right now with each stroke of his fingers, you can feel yourself slipping, succumbing to the pleasure that pooled between your thighs.
“Fuck me,” You whimper, “God. I want your cock, please.”
Hyunjae tilts his head, looking at you with excitement in his eyes. He sits back, undoing his pants to pull out his cock. God, you hate the way your mouth waters staring at his cock. He strokes it a few times and it has your thighs trembling with desperation.
“Lay down a bit,” Hyunjae says, “You might hit your head.”
You nod, lowering yourself on the seat until your head is flush with the seat. The anticipation is killing you, the way he crawls in between your thighs, one hand on his cock and the other holding your leg up. He presses his cock to your entrance and slowly pushes forward.
The stretch has your lips parting, it feels so much better than his fingers, so deep and pressing against your walls in all the right places. You feel dizzy, your cheeks burning up. It’s like heatstroke. He falls forward, his chest against yours, he puts a hand above your head, cradling you as he begins to fuck into you, each thrust harder and deeper. You have your eyes closed, allowing the waves of pleasure to take over.
You think about how his arm is above your head, protecting you from hitting your head against the door with each thrust and it’s game over. Clenching around him. Panting and gasping for air, your heart racing.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Hyunjae moans, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips against your neck.
“Shut up,” You whimper, it sounds so pathetic on the verge of tears from how good it felt, you just wanted him to be quiet, to stop having this effect on you.
“You sound so pretty.”
Hyunjae moans in your ears, it’s so fucking hot. Your stomach twists and your thighs tremble. It’s so hot and sweaty, he’s suffocating you with his body weight on top of you. Fucking into at the right angle, you whimper, your entire body trembling as you cum.
“Fuck…Fuck…” You hiss as he continues to thrust inside of you.
Your hands are on his back, your fingers clutching his sweater tightly trying to ground yourself as he continues to milk out your pleasure with each thrust, you can’t take it anymore, squirming with each stroke from how sensitive you feel. You feel like you’re seeing stars, your eyes fluttering with each pulse.
“I’m gonna cum,” He moans, trying to pull himself out.
But you grab him, wrapping your leg around his hips and holding him in place, tightening around his pulsing cock. You can feel cum inside of you and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt, you feel like you’ve cum again. Everything is throbbing and your heart is racing like you just ran a fucking marathon.
“Shit,” You groan, only just realizing what you’ve done… Letting the heat of the moment get to you, your thighs trembling.
“Ugh,” Hyunjae mumbles, trying to lift himself up, he looks at you with apologetic eyes even though you were the one who had held him captive, “I tried to pull out.”
You grab his face and lift your head, kissing him. You kiss him until you can’t breathe, throwing your head back into the seat, “Guess, you won.”
Juyeon - “Are you sure you can handle me?”
[[ college au, sub juyeon, enemies to lover type of vibe, heavy make-out, pet names ( kitten ), hand-job, you find out juyeon’s weakness, aftercare ]]
– You don’t know exactly how it happened, but here you were in the bedroom of your enemy… The guy who has always placed first in everything, always making you come second. He looks tense reading through the textbook, fidgeting with the pen in his hand.
“I can feel you staring,” Juyeon groans, setting his book on the table and glaring up at you, “What?”
“It’s just weird,” You lean forward into the table, smiling, “I just assumed you were some kind of android but your room is actually normal, and look no charging station.”
“Ha…So funny,” Juyeon shakes his head, “This project is worth 30% of our grade, so can you please focus.”
“We’ve been working for hours already… I’m hungry.”
Juyeon rolls his eyes, “Fine. We can take a break but we have to at least get an outline done tonight, so if you want to be stuck here with me longer be my guest.” He gets up from the small table in his room and grabs his phone that’s on his bed, “I’ve got ramen or we can order something.”
“Ramen,” You hum, standing up and stretching your arms above your head. You moan at the stretch, it felt so good after sitting cramped up at the table for the last three hours. But Juyeon glances up at you and he looked flustered.
God, he was so weird.
He cooked the ramen while you walked around the living room, snickering at the family photos on the walls, he looked like such a dork as a child. He’s silent. Back turned to you as he mixes in the seasoning packets.
It smells so good, your mouth begins to water as your nose carries you to the smell. You lean your head into the stove, looking at the bubbling pot of ramen that smelled so spicy and delicious. Ugh, it was going to taste so good.
“You might get burned.”
“Aweh, you're worried about me,” You tease, bumping your shoulder into his playfully
He jumps back a bit, looking at you with those same terrified eyes from earlier but this time you take offence. You barely even touched him and yet he was acting like you were some disease. God, he’s always been so full of himself, constantly acting like he’s better than everyone just because he’s handsome and smart.
“Jeez, don’t have to get your panties in a twist, I was just joking,” You scoff, your lip curling as you tut your tongue to signify your distaste for you, “I know you don’t like me, but we have to work on this project multiple times a week, so can we at least be friends?”
“I don’t,” Juyeon shook his head, “I don’t dislike you.”
“Could have fooled me,” You say, leaning back into the counter and crossing your arms over your chest.
Juyeon turned off the stovetop and lifted the pot, setting it down on a coaster on the counter, pulling open a drawer and grabbing out a second pair of chopsticks and holding them out to you. You grumble, stepping forward and taking them. You both stand in silence eating the ramen out of the pot. It was as delicious as it smelled, and the spice was at the perfect level. But after a few bites, Juyeon puts his chopsticks down on the counter.
“I’m gonna go continue reading, clean up when you’re done.”
You don’t get a word in before he’s gone, you’re too hungry to mind, gobbling down the food and rinsing the pot out in the sink. When you head back to the room, it’s obvious how pink Juyeon’s cheeks have turned and his lips are red.
“You don’t like spicy food, do you?” You question, sitting down at the table.
He shakes his head.
“Then why did you let me pick that one?”
“You wanted it,” He shrugs, staring down at the textbook in his lap.
You notice it’s lower than usual, sprawled out over his lap like he’s trying to hide something and the pieces are starting to make sense… No, there was no way…
“Juyeon… Are you okay?” You coo.
“What,” He looks up at you, his eyes wide, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”
You crawl towards him and you can watch the way his expression falters and it’s so painfully clear. You snatch the book out of his lap and you gasp at what he’s been hiding. He’s turned on, sweats tented and his cheeks flush a deeper pink. You toss the book onto the table and he begins to stumble on his words.
“It’s not what it looks like,” He whimpers, “It just happened, I promise.”
“Aweh, It’s not from me,” You pout, feigning innocence as you reach out, brushing your fingers over his swollen cock through his sweat.
He moans and you stare up at him. There has never been a time in your life when you could beat Juyeon, he was always smarter and stronger in every competition. But right now it looked like he was about to cry just at your touching his cock. And it was a good feeling…
“I can help you,” You offer, leaning forward and lowering your face closer to his crotch, “Do you want that?” You look up at him through your lashes and he’s squirming, “I can take care of you, baby.”
“P-please,” He whines, "Are you sure you can handle me?"
You apply pressure, circling your palm over his bulge, resting your head in his lap as you look up at him. Watching his expression, watching as he falls apart and it brings a smile to your face.
“Feel good?” You ask, reaching for the string of his sweatpants and pulling on it until it comes undone.
You pull down his sweats enough that his cock is now resting against his shirt, it’s so swollen and red.
“You poor thing,” You gasp, curling your fingers around his length, “Let me kiss it better.”
You’ve barely begun to stroke him and he’s already squirming around, his lips parting and moaning so sweetly. He’s such a fucking wreck already.
“Call me your kitten.”
You perk up, running your tongue over the slit in his cock. You kiss the tip softly, before looking at him.
“You’re such a pretty kitten. So eager and well behaved…”
You lick the inside of your palm and use it to circle the tip of his cock, massaging him while you stroke his length. You sit up, your eyes washing over him. Watching the way he jerks, his entire body trembling while he’s panting hard.
“Are you going to cum, kitten?”
You can’t believe the effect such a nickname has on him, throwing his head back as his cock pulsed in your hand. You continue to massage him, using his cum as lubricant until he’s whining and begging for you to stop.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Juyeon says sadly, You've only just noticed that he’s been crying.
“It’s our little secret,” You promise him, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
You head to the kitchen, searching around for a bowl and cloth. You fill it with warm water and return to his room. And he hasn’t moved an inch, he’s just staring at you like some lost puppy. You kneel in front of him, squeezing out the excess water and cleaning up the mess you’ve made.
“All better,” You smile, tilting your head, “Wanna finish our outline? I’ll order some takeout.”
He nods slowly. But you still don’t feel like you’ve done enough. You set the bowl of water aside and fall into him. Nuzzling your head into his chest. You can hear the way his heart is racing, you lift your head and kiss his cheek quickly.
“You were so good,” You praise, ruffling his hair and smiling brightly.
It seems to do the trick. He smiles brightly, “You don’t think I’m weird?”
You shake your head, “Is it weird that I liked being in control?”
Juyeon shook his head.
“Good, we agree on something for once,” You smile, pinching his cheek and cooing before you sit up again, “Okay, back to studying. As much as round two could be fun, I don’t want to be here all night.”
Kevin - “I don’t like to be ignored.”
[[ hard dom, hickeys/love bites, brat tamer, orgasm denial, punishment, spanking, manhandling, aftercare ]]
“Babe,” Kevin calls you from the kitchen.
You groan, clicking your mouse trying to focus on your game. You’ll answer him in just a minute, you continue clicking. Your entire team is in a raid and you can’t exactly pause. Minutes later and you’ve completely forgotten that your boyfriend has even called.
You’re sitting in your game chair, one knee tucked to your chest and you’re leaned forward, so fixated on the screen that you didn't notice that Kevin had come into your office. He watched for a while, arms crossed over his chest. Pondering what he should do to teach you a lesson.
Because truthfully. You knew he was preparing dinner and you were instructed to not play a round until after you had eaten. So, you were in the wrong. Just as you were about to beat the boss, your world began to spin, physically. You had no choice but to let go of the mouse but it didn’t stop you from trying to turn the chair back around. But Kevin overpowered you and he didn’t look happy.
“What the fuck,” You groan, trying to look back at the computer.
Kevin simpers. Reaching over and pressing the power button.
Your jaw drops… Typical gamer rage immediately took over as you began to cuss him out, you reached out trying to hit your fists into his chest. But he grabs your wrists and pins them onto the arms of the chair.
“You done?” He questions, his eyes dragging over you.
“I was coming,” You huff, glaring up at him.
“I don’t like to be ignored,” Kevin breathes… His grip tightens around your wrists, “And most importantly, I don’t like to be ignored over a video game you were told not to play yet.”
“It was just one round,” You pout, and your demeanour softens. Batting your eyelashes playfully, “I’m sorry…”
“Nice try,” Kevin coos, leaning in and biting down into your neck. He sucks the skin into his mouth. Making sure that he’d leave a mark.
It takes you by surprise, the sudden burn of his teeth sinking into your neck. It’s so hot and wet, the pain radiating down into your chest. You whine, squirming around in the chair but there is no way you’re going to escape your punishment.
“I’m sorry,” You whimper, squeezing your thighs together as he kisses up your neck.
“I’m going to teach you some manners, and since you didn’t come when you were called you won’t be allowed to cum tonight, you hear me? Use that naughty mouth of yours to tell me when you’re close”
“No-no,” You gasp, trying to get away from him, “I promise, I’ll behave.” If behaving was that easy, you wouldn't be in this situation.
“Too late, sweetheart,” Kevin simpers, caressing your cheek sweetly before he grabs you by the hair, dragging you out of the chair and up against the wall.
—
Kevin grabs the back of your thigh, lifting and guiding his cock to your entrance so effortlessly, he fucks into you, his hips flush with your ass in seconds. His cock reaches so deep it has you seeing stars. You can’t take it anymore.
You feel like you’re going to pass out, so exhausted from nearly coming multiple times already, he knows your body well, and he knows when you’re about to come. Even before you can whimper that you’re close. He’s already pulling away. You’ve almost come at least a dozen times already, and he’s still going. Fucking you in every position. Your body was littered with red marks.
Between your legs was so numb, swollen and dripping in your pleasure.
“Aweh, are you going to cum sweetheart?” He simpers.
Fuck. He was so hot.
His bangs were pushed back, sweat forming on his hairline… His muscles were so defined, abs slicked in sweat. He gives one more thrust before he’s pulling out again and dropping your leg.
You can’t help but crumble to the floor.
Your thighs are trembling, unable to hold yourself up and you can’t stop panting. You squeeze your thighs together but you’re immediately scolded.
“I-I can’t,” You whimper, falling forward and shoving your hands between your thighs to touch yourself.
Kevin tuts, “Still breaking rules? Guess you haven’t learned any manners yet.” He sinks his hands into your hair, tugging you back… You stare up at him with pleading eyes as his hand connects with your cheek. He simpers.
You’re left whimpering as you raise your hands in the air and begin to cry harder. The tears are so hot as they stream down your face and bead down your chest. You began to blubber out apologies. You feel dizzy and hot and you can’t help but gasp for air between each sob.
“There you go,” Kevin smiles, crouching down to caress your cheek sweetly. His thumb wipes away the tears, “Are you going to behave?”
You nod your head. Desperate to please him… to prove that you can really behave.
He kisses you so roughly. Lips mashing together in such unmatched tempo, his tongue running over your lip before he’s pulling away again. You stretch out your neck, whining at his absence.
“We’ll end here then,” Kevin says while standing up, “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
He goes to step away but you reach out for him, grabbing onto his thigh and clinging to him like a lost child. You couldn’t bear to be left alone, you needed him.
“More,” You whimper, looking up at him through your wet lashes.
“So broken and mindless,” Kevin coos, petting your head sweetly, “Such a pretty cock whore for me...”
You’re so fucking broken, a crumpling mess as he picks you off the ground and tosses you into your gaming chair. You’re blubbering incoherent words as he pushes his cock back inside of you. His hands are on your hips, pulling you back into him like you’re some toy for his pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” He breathes sharply, hissing at the way you squeeze around his cock.
With each thrust, you can feel yourself about to explode… You’re so sensitive, trying to pull away but you’re no match to his strength. Hips burning from the welts forming under his nails as he holds onto you tightly, pulling your ass back into him. Slamming his hips forward at the same time.
You’re going to come.
You can’t tell him.
Everything is moving so fast. Cuming on his cock, your insides constricting and swallowing his cock deep inside of you. You begin to tremble and shake, screaming into the chair as you finally cum and it’s too much. He cums with you. Pulsing back and forth as he cums deep inside of you.
He grabs your ass, exhaling. You both just sit there panting, trying to catch your breath.
You couldn’t form a cohesive thought if your life depended on it.
“The ramen is probably gross by now,” Kevin sighs, running his hand over your back, “It’s not too late, if we shower quickly we could go for a drive and get fast food.”
You hum, sitting up slowly. His hands are on your waist, helping you get up from the chair and he continues to support you all the way to the bathroom.
“I want a milkshake,” You pout, leaning into the wall as he gets the shower ready.
He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. Kevin kisses your forehead sweetly, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
Your heart swelled. Stomach fluttering as your mind replayed the last hour or torture you had just endured… Kevin was so hot. The way he could take charge and fuck you senseless, but in the next breath he was praising and spoiling you, always giving in to you. And that’s why you were always going to be his perfect brat.
New - “Don’t underestimate me.”
[[ humiliation ( he catches you touching yourself), lots of derogatory terms, looks innocent but is fucking mean and hot , rough sex ]]
Sharing an apartment with Chanhee was exhausting. The nights were always filled with loud moans echoing through the walls, sometimes it was so hard to not touch yourself to them… So hard to not close your eyes and let your imagination run wild. Which always left things awkward while you were getting ready for classes in the morning, with him sitting at the breakfast bar with a bowl of cereal like he wasn’t up all night. You were beginning to question if he was a vampire that never slept and had ungodly stamina… You two didn’t talk much. Chanhee was rarely home and when he was there was usually someone occupying his attention.
So you don’t think much about it when you come home, kicking your shoes off and rushing to your room.
You’ve been horny all day, squirming and throbbing between your legs for most of your last class. And you don’t know why, everything was just turning you on and you needed to touch yourself now. Your mind was only fixated on the need to touch yourself that you just fell into your bed, face shoved into the blankets as you reach between your thighs, slipping your hand into your pants and massaging yourself.
Suffocating in your moans, you’re so close… All the pent-up frustration was finally about to be released after so long.
“Cute,” Chanhee coos, leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, “I thought I heard you…”
Your stomach drops.
“Get out,” You whimper, pulling your hand from your pants and dying mentally in your bed. You don’t even want to look at him, the shame taking over.
“You put on a show like some desperate whore and then tell me to get out?” Chanhee scoffs, “You’ve turned me on, now how are you going to fix it?”
You sit up, grabbing one of your pillows and throwing it at him, “I’m not a whore! It’s not my fault you moan so fucking loud all fucking night, it’s all I can think about!”
He catches the pillow, his eyes darkening as he steps toward you. You never thought someone so pretty could look so terrifying… You're frozen, like a deer in headlights. Just watching as he sets the pillow back on your bed.
“So, you think of me?” He questions, simpering.
Of course, that’s all he would hear out of that sentence, what a psycho…
“Ugh, get out,” You groan. Ready to die from your embarrassment, if only you had just closed the door you wouldn't be in this situation.
“Make me,” Chanhee challenges.
You scoff, getting up defensively to push him out but you’re overpowered in an instant, thrown back into the bed and Chanhee is crawling on top of you. And he’s staring at you with such ravenous eyes. You squirm. He grabs the hand that you just had in between your thighs, bringing it up to his lips. You can’t help but watch, helplessly pinned to the mattress. He smirks, guiding your fingers into your mouth.
“Chanhee,” You whisper…
Your stomach twists into knots as he sucks on your fingers, tasting you. He removes your fingers from his mouth and guides your hand to his crotch. Pressing your hand down into his bulge.
“I’m so turned on,” Chanhee hums, “Watching you touch yourself so carelessly, so desperate– fuck, you looked so hot…”
He has you completely wrapped around his finger… And he felt big, like really big. Fuck, you wanted to be fucked so bad. Who cares if he was your roommate.
“Fuck me,” You whimper, massaging your hand into his cock… You feel good, your mind looping on the fact that this was all because of you...
“Don’t underestimate me,” Chanhee breathes, diving forward and crashing his lips against yours.
The kiss is deep and messy like Chanhee is trying to devour you. You can’t keep up. You’re both messily stripping off your clothes. Tumbling and rolling on the bed, kissing each other so desperately. It feels unreal when he’s between his thighs, stroking his cock before he lines up with your entrance.
You’re fucking mewling for him, begging for him to just fuck you already but he just keeps teasing you, running the head of his cock in between your thighs and laughing at your desperation.
Chanhee always looked so innocent in your eyes, beyond having the sex drive of a rabbit, he seemed so gentle. But in reality, he was so mean and devious. Tearing you apart piece by piece and taking what he wanted. Until finally his cock was inside of you, stretching you open until you were begging him to slow down.
He was so big, there was no way you could take all of him... You were already so full and he was staring at you with these eyes that made your heart race. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into him, his cock penetrated deeper than you’ve ever taken before. You lift your head, gasping and trying to claw onto his shoulder.
But he’s laughing and cooing at you.
You throw your head back into the mattress, moaning and panting as he fucks into you. Slamming his cock so deep with every thrust.
It hurts so good.
On the verge of tears, he dives in again. His lips melding with yours and devouring your noises until he’s pulling back again. Grabbing you by the hips and flipping you over like some weightless doll, you’re on your stomach. Your face shoved into the mattress and his hands are on your waist, forcing your ass in the air as he pushed his cock into you again.
The sound of slapping skin and moans fill the room. Your spine aches as he pins you into the mattress, all of his weight pushing you down. Every thrust has you going numb, your insides finally getting used to Chanhee’s length and you're chasing your high. The steady rhythm builds up, and your drooling into your bedsheets.
You’re clutching the sheets and you're trying to push back your hips, so desperate for him.
“Such a perfect cock slut,” Chanhee teases, holding his cock deep inside of you as he reaches for your hair, pulling your head up, “Look at me.”
You turn your head and he shoves his thumb in your mouth, holding you, forcing you to watch as he fucks into you. He tips his head back, groaning so roughly… His chest is slicked in sweat and you cum on the spot. Unable to hold back as you clench around him, trembling as he continues to fuck into you.
You’re so swollen and sensitive, but he continues. Ungodly stamina was an understatement with the way that he didn’t seem to slow down, thrusting in and out of you until he was falling into you. Kissing your shoulder blades as he cums inside of you.
“So good,” He praises. Both of his hands are on your shoulders as he kisses your spine.
Every inch of your body aches, but the soft sensation of his lips kissing you so sweetly has you melting into the mattress like putty. So exhausted that sleep was all you could think about, so blissed out and content. Chanhee seems to have the same thought. Falling into the space beside you, draping his arm over your back.
“You’re never getting rid of me,” Chanhee whispers, tugging you into him.
“Shut up,” You grumble, wigging back into him before drifting off to sleep.
What have you gotten yourself into…
Q - “Wait until I get home…”
[[ riding, power bottom reader, you send nudes while he's in an important work meeting ]]
You stared at the text that flashed on your screen, you were giddy thinking about the damage you must have caused while Changmin was in his meeting this afternoon. It wasn’t your fault that you were home alone on your day off, after all, he had promised he would be home today.
But of course, there was always some kind of surprise meeting.
You were a little upset, so you did what you knew best. You played dirty… Pulling out some of your best clothes and dressing up for the camera, taking a good collection of sensual photos. In one of them you’re wearing one of Changmin’s favourite dress shirts, the unbuttons undone and exposing your skin so tastefully.
You send them all one by one… Watching as the delivered mark changed to read. He ignored you. You had expected that, but you still pout and continue to send more. Sending them all one by one slowly, watching as the text bubble appears and disappears.
Darling: Just wait until I get home...
It has you completely riled up, dancing around the house with your favourite music playing softly in the background. You can see it now, him walking through the door with those lustful eyes. You’re about to get the attention you deserve. You’re still wearing his dress shirt and a pair of black underwear, the contrast of black and white had you feeling so pretty as you danced in the mirror freshening yourself up.
You hear the beeping at the door. Your heart begins to race as you step out of the bathroom and watch Changmin walk through the door, dropping his briefcase onto the floor and tugging at his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. His eyes meet yours.
“Darling,” You coo happily, walking towards the entryway.
He shakes his head, his eyes darkening as they wash over you, he sighs… “You think you’re funny, huh?”
You pretend to ponder the thought, smiling, “Kind of.”
“I tried to ignore my phone, but you see someone just kept texting over and over, completely bypassing my do not disturb setting. The CEO of the company we're trying to work with urged that we pause so I could check my phone because it must be important…” Changmin explains while unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up, "Do you even understand what you did?"
"Did you like it?”
He growls, frustrated as he pushes you up against the wall. His nose shoved into your neck as he breathes you in. Hands-on your hips as he lets his desires take over, turning him into the hungry animal that you wanted; that you deserved.
His cock was already hard, rubbing against your leg.
Changmin grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, draping your arms over his shoulders. He pressed his full weight up against you, pinning you into the wall. He kisses you softly, teasingly flicking his tongue over your lips. He kisses down your neck, playfully nipping and biting your collarbone before he exhales.
“Wanna ride you,” You coo so innocently, like some love-sick dove calling for your mate.
Changmin carries you to the bedroom while you giggle, your hands weaving into his hair, your lips against his sensitive neck. One minute you’re on top of the world and the next you’re falling, landing into the pile of blankets and you feel your stomach drop. Changmin crawls over you slowly. A hand on your hip and the other sliding against your stomach.
You reach for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as fast as you can and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He sits back taking it off the rest of the way before he’s falling back into you, his hungry lips on yours again. This time the kiss is deeper and suffocating. Your hands are on his belt, blindly pulling at the leather strap until it comes undone.
“So needy,” Changmin groans. Sitting back on his knees, he begins to tug your underwear past your hips and down your thighs until he’s tossing them to the floor.
You sit up, pushing him back onto the bed and crawl into his lap. You reach in between your thighs, grabbing onto his cock and guiding yourself down onto it. You’re impatient and demanding. He groans, jaw tightening as you drop yourself. Taking all of him, you moan, circling your hips and leaning forward. You kiss him, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you lift and drop your hips.
It feels so good, taking control and using his cock to fuck yourself the way you want.
Changmin has his hands on your waist holding onto you as you sit up, putting both of your hands onto his chest to stabilize yourself as you ride him. Rocking your hips back and forth, lifting and dropping…
“You feel so good,” You whine, “So big and thick..” You feel yourself tighten at your own words, throwing your head back, “So fucking hot inside of me.”
Changmin has his hands on your hips, holding you in place and fucking into you until he’s panting and gasping for air. His stomach tightens as he throws his head back. His nails digging into your hips.
“Ugh, fuck… fuck…”
You can feel the way he pulses inside of you, his cock twitching and filling you as you continue to ride him. Rocking your hips as the pleasure builds and builds until you’re on the verge of coming and Changmin can’t stop trembling, overstimulating as you continue to ride him until you’ve finished. Your thighs squeeze his hips as you fall into his chest.
You cum.
And it feels just as good as you had hoped, pulsing at every movement. Panting hard into Changmins chest. He wraps his arms around you and you both stay like that for a while.
“You’re such a brat,” Changmin sighs, rubbing your back.
“You love it,” You hum. Basking in his warmth with your cheek pressed against his chest.
Haknyeon - “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
[[ ceo/intern au, submission, soft dom, marking/hickeys, bondage/rope, neck kisses, finger fucking, subspace , lots of praise ]]
You’re nervous.
And understandably so considering your boss has just finished tying your arms behind your back with the blue jute rope that you had picked out a few nights ago when you had first discussed the deal together. And you’re beginning to feel the effects as he sits in the chair across from you.
You loved your work, loved the company and your boss. He was such a sweet and gentle person, you would do anything for him. In your worst, he was always there cheering you on and though he had his moments of being stern, he was a caring person that wanted his team to thrive.
In every way, you owed your life to him because you were finally living the dream and waking up every morning with a reason, a purpose. You would do anything for him.
So, when you found out how stressed he was it was only natural that you asked your therapist during one of your sessions about a hypothetical way to help somebody's stress. She listed many things. And you tried a few of them, bringing him herbal teas and offering to work overtime to help with keeping him company late into the evenings. But the bags under his eyes only grew darker and darker from the lack of sleep.
Haknyeon had choked on his coffee when you had first offered to be his submissive. Staining his dress shirt as he jumped forward in his seat. He got up and closed the office door, staring at you with such utter disbelief that you had even just suggested a thing. You begged, explaining a few of the things you had read and he seemed to listen. Nodding his head with his arms crossed over his chest, leaned up against his desk.
That day would always be imprinted in your mind. The day your boss said yes to becoming your dominant and the day you realized you were a little more than just thankful for him.
And now here you are. Heart racing and you know deep down this is more than just some office crush, more than just your admiration for him. You watch as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows.
“Safe word?” Haknyeon said, leaning forward into the hand on his thigh.
“Ocean.”
“Good. I’m going to touch you now but the second you say the safe word everything will stop, okay.”
“Okay…” You pause for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, “Master.”
Haknyeon stands up, stepping towards you and you can feel the butterflies… The way his shoes click on the floor and the scent of clean linen and sandalwood burning from the candles on the table. The scene is set.
Ready…3…2…1…
Action.
Haknyeon tilts your chin up, his eyes washing over your exposed body so slowly it has your heart racing, feeling insecure as he takes in every inch of your skin. You try to look away but he tuts softly, turning your head more to look up at him.
You watch as his demeanour completely changes, the softness in his eyes exchanged with this look that makes you feel so small and uneasy. He looked like a completely different person, eye-fucking you as his hand lowers, tickling your skin as crouched down in front of you.
Two fingers trailing down your stomach and down the curve of your hips, his eyes following the hand that is now between your thighs.
“I wanna kiss you,” Haknyeon whispers, “Everywhere…”
He leans in, kissing your shoulder softly… His lips tag you with invisible marks until he’s made his way to your neck. He slips his hand between your thighs, massaging you and sinking his teeth into your neck at the same time.
You gasp.
Your vision blurs as you blink slowly, your head spinning as you slip further and further out of control. He continues to bite at your neck, sucking and kissing until it’s so tender you swear you have to be bleeding by now. He pulls back. His attention was now directed to your thighs once more as he spread your legs apart, enjoying the view as he touched you so teasingly. His fingers slicked with your pleasure.
Haknyeon's shoulders slump, exhaling. He’s falling into the role easier than he thought, touching you so slowly and basking in the moment of worshipping you slowly. His lips meet your skin again, kissing along your chest as he slips two fingers inside of you. Pumping them in and out so slowly, listening to the way your breathing has changed, the way your chest rises and falls with the push of his fingers.
“You’re so pretty,” He praises. He caresses your cheek, leaning in to kiss you.
The kiss is so soft at first, deepening gradually as he swallows down every soft whimper and moan you make until you’re trembling so hard, squirming and trying to close your legs to escape his touch.
“I want to fuck you…” Haknyeon says, and it almost sounds like he’s begging for your approval, like he’s so desperate and unable to stop himself, “On your knees.”
You do as he says, tucking your legs underneath you and getting into a kneeling position. He helps support you with your arms tied behind your back. He gets behind you and you can hear his belt being undone and you’re already squeezing your thighs together.
Haknyeon was going to fuck you.
Your boss was going to fuck you… On the floor of his living room, with your arms tied behind your back… You felt like you were floating, barely comprehending the way he pushed you forward, your chest pressed against the floor and your ass presented in the air. Your eyes roll as he pushes himself inside of you, stretching you open, taking him inch by inch. It feels like it’s never-ending. He feels so warm, pulsing inside of you…
Haknyeon takes your hand and you grab onto his tightly, grounding yourself as he begins to move in a slow push and pull. Basking in the way you feel around his cock, so warm and tight. He tips his head back groaning.
The roughness in his voice has you seeing stars... Eyes closed as you let the waves of pleasure wash over you. Moaning and crying as he fucked into you, pulling you under the current of his lust. You’re so blissed out.
“So tight,” He praises, “You’re doing so well, so perfect, just for me.”
The praise loops in your mind.
So good…So perfect…
Drool dripping from your lips, glossy and swollen…Your cheek is wet. And you feel so overwhelmed, tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure takes over. The final wave pulls you under and holds you hostage, as you whimper into the floor. Crying out for Haknyeon so sweetly.
He answers your call, praising you… Telling you how beautiful you are, how sweet and perfect… Made just for him. Time escapes you, unable to keep track of how long Haknyeon fucks you, pulling you into his lap and fucking you from this angle. He’s surprised how gone you are, drooling and moaning, barely able to hold yourself up.
It’s exactly what Haknyeon needed. All of the stress washes away with each sweet moan you sing into his ear.
He holds you close to him as he cums, his body melting into yours, panting and breathing heavily. Until he’s untying your arms and picking you up. He carries you to the bedroom, wiping your body with a warm cloth before he crawls into the bed with you. Holding you against his chest and you both fall asleep.
Haknyeon sleeps through the night, and it’s the first time in months that he’s woken up to the sun and not the usual late-night darkness. Your head is on his chest and you're holding his waist… You were his insomnia cure.
Sunwoo - “Now that I got your attention…”
[[ cliché brothers bestfriend, minor violence ( he protects you ), he's so soft and hot ngl, like hear me out sunwoo would be the ultimate simp and this just fits him so well ]]
It’s not that you haven’t noticed his attempts, it’s that you had dodged them so well that he must have thought you didn’t notice. His efforts were only getting more and more drastic and bold.
But Sunwoo was your brother's best friend, they had been friends most of your life and you weren’t about to get involved in that kind of a mess.
Of course, that’s until Sunwoo has a guy that has been pestering you all night by the collar and he’s punching him hard. Until he lets go and the guy topples to the floor. Everyone is watching silently, all confused and curious. But you…Fuck, that was so hot.
“Fucking creep,” Sunwoo spits, his cheeks are red and you can tell that he’s holding himself back, “Think of this pain every time you get the urge to be a fucking perv.” And he kicks the guy right in the crotch.
The guy lurches forward, holding his cock in his hand. Whimpering and whining on the ground, his face bloody and already bruising. Sunwoo’s lip curls in disgust as he turns around and grabs you by the arm roughly. You’re silent as he drags you away from the party and towards his car.
“What are you doing?” You finally question as you get into the passenger seat.
“I’m taking you home,” Sunwoo says as he turns the ignition, “I don’t trust you alone. Why are you even at a party like this?”
You smile nervously, “Well. It was my friend's idea and I’m supposed to be staying at her place tonight, so I kind of told my brother that I was staying with her… But we planned on staying out all night, but uhm she kind of left with a dude.”
“Are you kidding me, y/n”?” Sunwoo scoffs. “You’re an adult already, why are you lying?”
“You know how my brother is,” You whine, “I don’t get why he always has to be so goddamn protective all the time, it’s normal to be adventurous in college.”
Sunwoo sighs, “You can stay at my place and I’ll keep your secret. And y/n?”
“Mmm?”
“Get better friends.”
You scoff, “Like that’s possible. Can we get food?”
The drive is the most fun you’ve had in a while, listening to Sunwoo’s loud music while you fill your face with fries. Watching the blur of streetlights and light rain that pelts the windshield while you drive back to the apartment.
At a stop light, you notice how bloody Sunwoo’s knuckles are and for some reason it has you squirming in your seat… Has Sunwoo always been this attractive?
He catches you staring and you can’t look away, staring at him like it’s the first time you were really seeing him. The lights flash green and he pulls his eyes away to go and you watch the way he drives, it’s so ridiculously attractive and it was driving you insane.
You flop down onto his bed, moaning at how squishy and comfortable it is.
“Your apartment is nice,” You say, sitting up and looking around his room. It’s not what you were expecting at all.
Sunwoo is standing across the room staring at you and you start to feel a little awkward under his stare.
You knew he liked you and he was always making passes behind your brother's back so you could only imagine what he was thinking right now. Most of all…You were going insane because you knew he would do anything for you. And there was too much power in knowing that if you asked him to fuck you, he’d been across the room in a second to touch you.
The thought gives you butterflies and you look down at the bed.
“Does your hand hurt?”
“A little,” Sunwoo confesses, looking down at his bruising knuckles, “I’m sorry if that was a lot. I just saw the look on your face as he touched you and I lost it.”
“No-no,” You shake your head, “It was… uhm really cool.”
“Cool?” Sunwoo chuckles, “You flatter me..”
He shakes his head, repeating the word 'cool' as he turns around and starts to pull open drawers and dig through his dresser. He sets them beside you on the bed.
“You can uhm shower and put these on, and you can sleep in the bed tonight.”
“Where will you sleep?”
“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” He simpers, his eyes doing a slow swipe over you.
You shake your head. Grabbing the stack of clothes and excusing yourself to go and shower.
Sunwoo is sitting in the living room when you come out of the shower and suddenly you feel a little self-conscious wearing his black t-shirt and sweats. He looks like he’s prepared a blanket and pillow on the couch. He’s wearing a pair of sweats and he’s taken his shirt off. Your eyes fall onto his chest, it’s so obvious that you’re staring.
“Sunwoo,” You whisper... It’s almost a whimper, your face feels like it’s on fire, “Sleep with me tonight….”
It’s so bold…possibly stupid. But you don’t care, he gets up off the couch and in a second his hands are cupping your face and his plush lips are pressed into yours. He kisses you roughly, and in a matter of seconds, your lips are already aching from the force that he crashed into you. His hands were holding you so tight like you’d disappear. It was so full of passion and desperation, for years he had only ever dreamed of being able to kiss you.
The next thing you know you’re both making your way to the bedroom, taking turns tossing eachother into walls and removing your clothes until you’re naked and being pushed into the bed. Sunwoo is on top of you in seconds. His lips against your thighs, kissing every inch of you as his hands hold onto making sure you don’t run away from him.
“I should have punched someone sooner,” Sunwoo moans, kissing the inside of your thighs and you grab onto his hair, tugging and throwing your head back into the bed. “Now that I have your attention…Let me take care of you, baby.”
“I want you,” You whine.
“You can have all of me,” Sunwoo says as he kisses your stomach, “You’ve always had me…”
You’re melting. How was he so fucking adorable and sweet, but so fucking annoyingly hot. He kisses every inch of your body, praising you. Telling you how beautiful you are, complimenting your skin and your curves. And you’re so desperate you’re begging for him to fuck you already.
He assures you that he will, that he’ll fuck you so good… And it makes your stomach flutter, ugh why was he so..ugh.
And finally, you’re laying on your side and he’s laying up against you, his lips kissing your shoulder blades softly. He grabs your thigh lifting it as he pressed his cock to your entrance and pushes in slowly. It feels so inexplicably good, the angle has you swooning. He lowers your leg and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly as he fucks into you nice and slow. And you’re going insane.
He’s taking his time and enjoying this moment.
He’s so disgustingly sweet, making sure you’re okay and kissing your neck. Laughing sweetly and confessing how much he’s enjoying this. He was such an embarrassing flirt but you were going crazy over it, loving the way he was worshipping you and taking care of you.
“You’re doing so good,” Sunwoo hums, running his hand over your hip, “So tight and wet for me…”
You’re pulsing between your thighs and all you can do is moan so pathetically, your eyes fluttering as you feel him moving inside of you. He’s so warm and comforting… It’s easy the way you seem to overflow into him. Cumming on his cock with a muffled whimper, your body trembling as he continued to move in and out of you slowly. It’s such a slow pace and you can’t believe you’ve come just from this, but every stroke is so slow, stretching you open, feeling how full you are with him inside of you. His warm body against yours, his moans in your ear. Every twitch of his cock.
Fuck.
“I’m going to cum,” Sunwoo whispers into your back. He pulls you into him as he begins to pant harder with each stroke, his voice is so raspy and low it makes your heart race.
You can feel him inside of you. The pulse of his cock and the warmth. It has you mewling, pushing yourself into him.
“I’ll lie for you any day,” Sunwoo teases, chuckling faintly.
“If my brother finds out, he’s going to kill you,” You say smugly, playing with his fingers that are still pressed into your stomach.
“It’d be worth it.”
Eric - “Anything you want I will do it for you, please just…”
[[ nsfw videos, he likes to wear cute kitty ears and be called cute in the bedroom, he talks a lot when he’s nervous, so cute and whiney ]]
You’ve always been a curious person by nature, so it comes as no surprise that you spend your free time alone watching everything and anything. It’s not surprising you’ve made an NSFW account and it’s not surprising you enjoy following random accounts and watching their porn videos. It was never really for pleasure, mostly a cure-all to your boredom. Scrolling through videos and watching a few seconds of someone getting railed before you continued on. But that was until you stumbled upon a video that captured your full attention.
He’s fisting his cock and his moans alone are enough to have you shoving your hand between your legs to touch yourself. You’ve never felt this effect before, never felt this kind of desperation over a video. But he was so alluring and sexy. He was so needy and whiney.
You let the video replay until you cum. And you pick up your phone again to look at the video just as the guy’s hand moved out of the way just enough that you see black ink on his skin that looks familiar. You sit up, clicking on his account and scrolling looking through all of his photos and videos. And there is no doubt in your mind that is Eric…
Oh fuck, he was always so annoying and loud in classes. You would have never pegged him to be this kind of a person. He was friends with a few of your friends, so there was the odd occasion where you would see him at a party or he’d join you all for karaoke. But fuck… You wanted him more than ever now.
A few days pass by and you’ve found yourself in the perfect opportunity to get him alone.
“I’ll go get more beer,” Eric chirps, jumping up from his seat the second that someone complained they were out.
You were all having a BBQ on your friend's rooftop, celebrating their new internship.
“I’ll help,” You offer, grabbing your jacket and following him downstairs.
The walk is awkward at first. Obviously, you’re thinking about how much you want to fuck him and he’s mindlessly talking about something you don’t understand. You stop.
“You okay?”
You shake your head, “Uhm... I’ve watched your videos.”
He runs his hand through his bangs, laughing nervously, “What videos?”
“The ones you posted on your blog.”
“I dunno what you’re talking about,” He shakes his head, “What kind of videos are you watching, y/n.”
“I know it was you,” You say, looking up at him, “I know your tattoo.”
He takes you seriously now. He looked like a deer caught in headlights and he began to stutter, rambling on and not really making sense.
Until finally, he’s stepping towards you, resting his forehead on your shoulder, “Anything you want I’ll do for you, please just…don’t tell anyone about those videos.”
“I won’t,” You shake your head, “God, no. Eric, I would never show anyone your personal videos, I just uhm...fuck, I just feel so guilty that I’ve gotten off them…”
He pulls away, his eyes washing over you with what feels like excitement, “Really? You don’t think it’s weird? Everyone always says it’s annoying and weird that I get so worked up and vocal, I just can’t help it,” He’s rambling, “I always suppress it…And I hate it…It just feels so good to–”
You fall into him… Kissing him to shut him up, your arms draped around his neck and your tongue slipping into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in closer. The kiss is more intense than you could have imagined. He’s already moaning into the kiss. You pull away, kissing his jaw all the way down to his neck.
“It’s so hot,” You whisper. You place a wet open-mouthed kiss on the inside of his neck, sucking on the skin and biting playfully.
Eric moans in your ear and you feel giddy… You can’t believe this is real and not just a video on repeat, you want more. Biting hard and sucking until he’s breathless and pushing you away.
“We can’t do this here,” He pants hard. Taking a step back.
Completely neglecting the beer run, you’re both falling into his bed, fighting against your clothes and the desire to not stop kissing for longer than a few seconds.
“Did you really get off to me?” Eric asks, kissing down your chest.
“Yeah,” You pant, your nails dragging across his back, “You’re so cute…”
You panic, worrying that cute wasn’t the right term but he’s looking up at you with those beady eyes, flustered and blushing. He kisses your stomach and sits up to lean over the bed. He pulls up a black box and looks at you, almost seeking confirmation.
“What?” You question, tilting your head and sitting up.
He opens the box and pulls out a pair of black ears and you immediately coo about how cute they are. He looks at you with pure excitement and he's rambling on excitedly about how they're his favourite ears and he thought he looked cute in them too, but he's never shown, anyone. And you can't help but watch him ramble, your eyes softening at how fucking adorable he is. He puts them on his head and asks you how he looks.
“You look so cute, baby,” You say, “Wanna ride you…”
Eric is on his back. His hands are on your hips as you guide his cock to your hole and lower yourself. It feels so good, sinking down until your ass is against his thighs. Your hands against his chest as you lean forward to kiss him, you rock your hips until he’s mewling against your mouth. He's panting, trying to breathe through it. You sit up, arching your back to raise your hips easier. Fucking yourself on his cock while you listen to him moan, every second passing and you’re in heaven.
He really looks so cute with those ears on and his voice… It was such a turn-on.
You can’t help but reach between your thighs touching yourself. And he looks up at you, his eyes glossy and watching you like you’re the best things he’s ever fucking seen. His hands drag over your thighs, squeezing each time he exhales.
“You’re doing so good,” You praise, “So cute and good for me, hmm? Fuck, you’re so big…”
“So tight,” Eric coos, throwing his head back into the pillow, “Feels so good, so good, gonna c-cum.”
“Cum for me…You’re so deep.”
He’s moaning so loud, it’s so high-pitched and breathy and it’s so much hotter than the videos you had watched. You sink yourself down, dropping your weight and clenching around him. Pulling your hand from between your thighs as you let your orgasm take over. You can feel him pulsing…He’s a mess and you soak in every second, watching his eyes flutter and he pants hard.
You lay on top of him, resting your head on his sweaty chest.
“You sound so pretty,” You hum, happily.
[[ Ahhhh thank you for reading, again I'm sorry this is so long hhh I really did try to contain myself. This was both a nightmare and fun so I hope you enjoy, it's been so long since I've written so I really hope this is okay ㅠㅠ ]]
#tbz smut#sangyeon smut#younghoon smut#jacob smut#hyunjae smut#juyeon smut#kevin smut#chanhee smut#changmin smut#haknyeon smut#sunwoo smut#eric smut#x reader#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n
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PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (PT. 2)
PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader
WORD COUNT 5.60k
GENRES angst ﹒little bit of fluff ﹒little bit of smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader is better than me cause i would not let kevin do all the shit he’s done 😭, ANYWAY i digress, this part is very reader-centric — whereas part one is very kevin-centric, inner turmoil goes absolutely crazy, most of this fic is reader putting kevin in his place and him realizing how big of an asshole he truly is, mentions of injury (past tense), mentions of insecurity, lots of arguing, reader cries at one point or another, the smut places a very minimal role in this, but unprotected sex, public sex (the auditorium dressing room), no foreplay but wtv we fall like soldiers in battle, pussy job lowkey (high key…), creampie, lmk if i missed anything!
SUMMARY it wasn’t like you and kevin hated each other. in fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.
MORE oh my god. it’s finally fucking here. A MONTH, 2 SICKNESSES AND MANY MANY STRESSFUL NIGHTS LATER— part two of princess and the pauper is here!!! i’m so sorry to those of u who have been itching and waiting on me to get ‘er done,,, it’s been an ordeal to say the least, and while it’s nearing the two month mark since the black out or back out collab was announced, SHE FINALLY FINISHED!!! for once i saw something through omg i can sleep peacefully and work on my other wips without guilt now… 😭 ALSO THANK U SO MUCH MAYA @/kimsohn FOR PUSHING ME THROUGH THIS and for making me thug it out bc without u it definitely would’ve taken much longer to finish 💔 please dont forget to read part one and the other fics in the series if u haven’t!! both are linked below! and as always, pls reblog if u enjoyed <3
PART ONE | SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn
TAGLIST @millksea @deobibbang @deobi0412
Never in your life have you felt so… Confused.
It wasn’t just confusion that settled deep in the pit of your stomach. There was a sharp pain there too, like someone stabbed you and twisted the knife. That was probably the best way to describe what you were feeling. You were bleeding out, and no one was coming to save you.
Kevin wasn’t answering your calls. He wasn’t answering your texts. He ran out of the lecture hall as soon as class was over, never giving you a moment to speak to him. It was making you nervous.
You still had half of a dance to choreograph and a fuck ton of pressure riding on your back. After the last performance you and him did together, you’d have a lot of eyes on you. It most definitely wasn’t your fault that he dropped you. How many people willingly want to acquire a broken ankle? The crutches were a bitch to maneuver around with. But like every single thing that’s happened in the three years you’ve known Kevin Moon, he’s managed to place the blame on you like it was.
It was crucial that you make amends with him even if it was momentarily. Your final grades were dependent on your performance. If he couldn’t get his shit together for at least that, he was a lost cause in your mind. Not even your professor would be able to refute that fact. Actually, nobody would be able to refute that fact.
Your lips form an O as you blow the steam away from your coffee, pulling out your phone to try Kevin’s phone once again. The line rings a few times before going straight to voicemail like it has the past couple weeks. You kiss your teeth, tying your sweater around your waist as you slump in your chair. The baristas at the campus cafe were probably sick of seeing you sitting in the same high-top counter spot since the incident with Kevin in the studio.
“Y/N?”
Ji Changmin appears beside you and you click your phone off, so he wouldn’t see his friend’s contact on the screen. You give the Early Childhood Dev major a weak smile.
“Changmin! What’s up? How are you and your girlfriend?” You hope he can’t recognize the distress written all over your features. You highly doubt it, though. You can feel the wrinkles pulling at your skin.
“We’re good! How’s the showcase performance going with Kev?” He asks like he knows something you don’t. When your lips fall to a thin line, an all too familiar grimace, he sighs a knowing sigh. “Do I have to smack some sense into him?”
“Not gonna lie, yeah, you do. He’s being really fucking difficult and like half of our dance is unfinished. I can’t even get a hold of him, so I’m starting to lose my patience.” You express your annoyance. The border between complacency and free-will was a lot slimmer than one might think. For example; your feelings when it comes to Kevin Moon.
You don’t expect to get a returning call later that night when you’re washing dishes after dinner.
In fact, you don’t even hear it at first, too absorbed in scrubbing the staining out of your bowl. It’s when your roommate yells out to you, that you snap out of your reverie, albeit dazedly. You dry your hands on a nearby tea towel, hitting the green answer button without a second glance at the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Are you free tomorrow?”
Your heart catches in your throat. You recognize the owner of the voice practically by the first breath into the receiver alone. It’s actually kind of unhealthy how quickly it took to realize who was on the other end. You swallow heavily, praying he doesn’t hear the gulp.
“In the latter part of the afternoon, I believe. Why?” You try not to sound hopeful. That’s one thing you’ve learned being in the same vicinity as Kevin Moon. You could never be too expecting, because it would only lead to disappointment. And you’d dealt with enough of that the past few years.
“We need to finish this fuck ass choreography,” he grunts, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue. “I’ll meet you in the same studio at 4.”
He doesn’t let you get anything else in, hanging up swiftly. You deflate as you set your phone back on the counter. All you had to do was push through these next couple weeks, like you always have when it came to him.
That should be a piece of cake, right?
Wrong.
“No, that looks stupid.”
You grit your teeth, swiping the back of your hand on your forehead. You’d been inside of this studio maybe 30 minutes tops, and you were on the verge of strangling Kevin. With as long as you’d been putting up with his shit, you thought getting through this wouldn’t be as rough as it’s been. But if there was one thing Kevin Moon had, it was pride.
“We don’t have time for you to nitpick right now. Let’s just finish the choreography and clean it after.” Your hands rest on your hips, nostrils flaring.
“If we clean as we go, we’ll have more time to drill it into our systems and get down muscle memory. It’ll be a stronger performance.” He argues. You roll your eyes as you turn away from him, taking a water break to calm yourself. “Why do you have so much fucking attitude today? You were the one preaching to the choir about me making things difficult. It seems the tables have turned.”
Usually, you were pretty good at keeping your frustration at bay when it came to Kevin’s remarks. You liked to think it was because you were down bad for the guy, despite him always wanting nothing to do with you. But as of late, (Read: Since your performance of Princess and the Pauper) every little comment he’s made has managed to crawl under your skin like a damn parasite. You were beginning to get real sick of it.
“God, you’re so—“ You interrupt yourself to groan, fingers curling into fists. “You’re fucking insufferable. Do you know that? I’ve been bending over backwards to ensure we aren’t kicked out of the goddamn program and you don’t even fucking care. Over what? A kiss that you initiated?”
Kevin is stunned into silence, not at all prepared for you to blow up on him like that. After all, that razor thin line between complacency and free-will had yet to be crossed. And well, it appears that you just crossed it. You whip around toward him, pulling down the collar of your t-shirt to reveal the faintest of bruises that still remains from your impromptu act of intimacy.
“I’ve had to look at this every day for a week and all it’s done is make me feel shitty, ashamed of something I didn’t even start. Now I need you to stop acting like an ass and get it together so we can finish this and perform the best dance this university has ever seen.” Your chest is heaving up and down, similarly to when you made out against the mirrors last week. Except this time isn’t out of breathlessness, but rather anger and exhaustion.
Kevin’s eyes don’t leave the hickey on the base of your throat, something undetectable swimming in them as he stares. You can’t read the emotions swirling rampantly in his irises, a mixture of too many blurring into one another. Honestly, it’s funny. It’s funny that it’s taken you this long to get him to shut his mouth for once.
So you laugh.
It’s a snort at first, an off handed projection of how comical the situation has become to you. But then it metamorphoses into a small giggle, which leads to full scale laughter that has you hunching over your knees and wiping away tears. This whole thing is stupid. Absolutely fucking stupid.
“What are you laughing at?” His eyebrow raises in question, broken from his weird trance.
“I just can’t believe it took three years for me to shut you up,” you shake your head slowly, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm. “You’re always the one who can’t stop talking.”
Kevin deadpans, mouth pulled pin-straight as his expression drops. “You’re so unserious.”
As the height of your laughter reaches a valley, you collapse onto the ground, resting your back against the mirror. You take another long sip of water before sighing. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal. Trust me, I know. But, we’ve gotta set aside our differences just this once. Please, for the sake of the department.”
“Fine,” he murmurs, plopping down beside you to stretch his back. “Let’s finish choreographing so we can start cleaning it up.”
It’s a victory in your book, and probably the most obedient the Pisces has ever been. Maybe this wouldn’t end in complete disaster like you assumed it would. It turns out Kevin Moon wasn’t entirely brainless and knew when he was wrong. Sometimes. Maybe. We’ll see.
You shut your eyes and visualize what you’ve choreographed so far, going over the moves in your head to see if the rest will come to you like a prophecy. It’s wishful thinking, but with how much you’ve accomplished since setting foot in the studio, you’re willing to try anything. The track would be nice for elements of hip hop style choreography, but you knew the audience wouldn’t eat it up as much as they would the route you’re currently taking.
Driver roll up the partition, please…
The song plays through the speakers and you watch as Kevin stands to run through everything you have. You’re entranced by his movements, the flow of his body on certain points. It’ll look ten times better once you’re doing it with him, costumed and performing it perfectly in front of a crowd. You can picture it now, the gentle but controlled glide of his hands along your arms when Beyoncé sings “We ain’t even gonna make it to this club”. He was right. You very well might be seduced by your enemy.
“Should we use props?” You suddenly voice, eyes narrowed in thought. He hums.
“That’s… not a half-bad idea, actually,” his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “What did you have in mind?”
“A chair, maybe,” you look away from him, placing your focus on the way your toes alternate between a tendu and relaxed position. “That could take up a good chunk of the choreo.”
Kevin stalks over to the supply closet in the corner of the studio, pulling out a folding chair. He puts it in the center of the room gently, careful to not scratch up the wooden, lacquered flooring. You spend the next couple of hours brainstorming through numerous versions of the dance. While it was a lot easier than your past practices, there were still the occasional argument over which movements looked good and whatnot.
At a certain point, everything becomes cohesive and the end is near. You gulp down some water as Kevin does some random choreography. It’s then that it comes to you, like a vision from That’s So Raven. You practically drop your water bottle, scrambling to your feet and stopping him. Your breath is heavy from fatigue and you’re slightly afraid of even suggesting this, but it’s exactly what this dance needs. It’s exactly what everyone wants to see from the two of you.
He pauses the music and gestures for you to get on with it. You push down the lump in your throat, scared of rejection. But maybe he was smart and he would agree that this is what you have to do. “What if we did a lift?”
You see the hesitation swirling in his eyes and you raise a finger before he can shut you down entirely. “Nothing crazy like… um— you know— Princess and the Pauper, but something smaller. Something… sexy? Like, Dancing with the Stars type beat.”
When he shrugs instead of outright dismissing your idea, you know you’ve won. He nods slowly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Okay, sure. But we better clean up everything else fast so we can perfect the lift.”
The two of you take another three hours running the entirety of the choreography, ingraining the moves into your brains and muscles. You still had a bit until the actual showcase, but your priority now lies with the lift. If you nailed it, the entire department would very well grovel after you in reparation for all of the slack you got after Kevin dropped you. Hell, the entire university would kiss your feet. This was your redemption. In more ways than one.
You both decide to call it a day at around 9:30 PM. Your hands reach for your belongings and then you halt yourself, a thought coming to mind. While you had him in this weird state of obedience, you figured it was as good a time as any to ask the question that’s been weighing on you for the past few years. Your fingers swipe away the sweat beading around your hairline.
”Kevin,” you start, voice a lot softer than before. “Why do you— what did I do to make you dislike me so much?”
He’s caught completely off guard, eyes widening in surprise. If he was anticipating you to say anything else prior to parting ways tonight, he didn’t think this would be it. He’s actually a little off put that you hadn’t asked him this already in the span of your definitely-one-sided rivalry. He takes a large gulp of water.
”I’d call it indifference, not dislike,” he corrects after a pregnant silence. “It’s really fucking stupid thinking about it in hindsight. I don’t know if you remember this time, way back in our first year, we ran into each other at the campus cafe— literally, might I add— and you spilled your coffee all over this white shirt of mine that Changmin had gotten for me as a birthday gift. I only recently found out that it wasn’t as expensive as he made it out to be.”
You blink at his admission, processing his words as thoroughly as possible. You don’t know what you wanted him to say. You weren’t even sure if there was a concrete reason for him to be so fucking mean to you all this time. And now that you know, you come to the conclusion that Kevin Moon isn’t as smart as you’ve painted him out to be in your head. He’s actually a gigantic idiot. Because who in their right mind goes through these lengths to form a distance between the only other person on par with their talent?
Before you can stop yourself, you’re bursting into another fit of laughter. Kevin falters at your reaction. He was waiting for you to blow up on him, to scream in his face for causing you so much pain and unnecessary drama over something so silly. So when you do none of that, when you start fucking laughing like a damn hyena, he feels dumb. Like his entire college career has been built off of nothing.
”This is so—“ you pause to gather your bearings, wiping away the tears that managed to escape. “We’ve spent so much time going back and forth over some spilled coffee? Surely you’ve realized how insane that is at some point.”
”It took a lengthy argument with Changmin, but yeah, I did,” he nods, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”
You worry your lower lip between your teeth, finally getting your things together. The two of you bid each other an awkward goodbye. Neither of you knew what to make of your relationship now that things had been partially sorted through. There was a fuck ton of baggage that still had to be sifted, but at least you had an answer.
That was enough to push through this showcase performance. You think.
You’re nervous.
Never in your entire life have you ever been this nervous for a performance.
You grew up doing musical theatre and dancing, it’s always been the one constant presence you could rely on. But standing here, backstage at the showcase, you think you’re going to throw up. Your palms are clamming up uncontrollably and your chest feels unbearably heavy as you watch the quartet doing a contemporary piece to some ballad you couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of. There were still a couple groups before you.
Not even when you had to perform fuckass Princess and the Pauper were you this anxious. You wince, trying to stop the incessant bouncing of your leg. Your weight keeps shifting from one hip to the other. As a seasoned veteran, you don’t know why you feel this way. Maybe it had to do with all the pressure riding on this very dance. Every single eye in that crowd was going to scrutinize your every move on that stage.
“Calm down,” a voice whispers harshly from beside you. “You’re making me nervous.”
Kevin wraps his fingers around your wrist, stopping the annoying tap-tap-tap your own were doing against your thigh. He gives you a look, and you sigh. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
That’s a lie. Not only was the high expectations from the entire school getting to you, but so was the fear of history repeating itself. He knows this, it was inevitable. After what happened the last time he was tasked with lifting you, it was only natural.
”We’ve drilled this dance hundreds, if not thousands, of times, Y/N. We’ll do just fine.” Kevin assures you.
His hand feels foreign holding yours, like it was illegal for his skin to be touching your own. You feel your lower lip quiver, a sense of trepidation that you’ve never once felt creeping down your spine. Your mind was spiraling, and quite honestly, Kevin being so close was making it worse. All you could think about was him dropping you again, leaving you in the middle of the stage with a broken leg and a broken heart. You release a shaky breath and he turns to face you.
Your eyes widen and he searches your face for any disingenuity. When he finds his answer, he brings the hand that was holding yours up to cup your cheek. He’s cautious, afraid he might break you like he always does. He waits for you to shove him away and to yell at him for being a fucking coward.
You don’t. You stay still, hoping he follows through with what you think he’s about to do. And then he does.
It’s such a featherlight peck of his lips on your own, you almost don’t even register. But sparks shoot from the source all the way to the tips of your fingers. You feel as if you were dealt a static shock of electricity, your whole body buzzing from the small kiss alone.
He pulls away just in time for the stage manager to inform you that you’re next. Kevin rolls his neck jogging over to the wings to patiently await your performance like he hadn’t just kissed you a moment ago. You blink dumbly, two fingers coming up to touch where his lips had been. Sure the nerves were gone now, but the sensation of butterflies swarming about in your stomach easily replaced that. What the fuck was his problem?
“Our last performance is one I’m sure all of you have been waiting for. Kevin Moon and Y/N L/N with Partition!”
Before you know it, you and Kevin are in position, your body squared upstage and his to the crowd. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his arm wrapped around your waist and his steady breathing on your nose. The spotlight switches on, the heat of the lighting warm against the side of your face. It’s silent in the auditorium, but it rings in your ears. You could do this.
Let me hear you say ‘Hey Miss Carter’…
You move on reflex, muscle memory kicking in instantaneously. Each circle of your hips, every turn you make— a fouetté here, a pirouette there, a couple coupes, each roll of your body. But what really gets you is the long brushes of Kevin’s skin on your own. You’d practiced with distance between the two of you. There was a tension that had been there for years. Now it’s all coming to a rolling boil, a new uncharted tension that every single member in that audience could see.
And then comes the lift.
You, along with everybody in the auditorium, practically hold your breath when Kevin’s hands grip your hips. He raises you above him with all of his strength, completely focused on you and only you. You shut your eyes and feel the moment, like, really feel it. Your body is relaxed, the Dirty Dancing-esque lift bringing the whole performance together just like you knew it would. The only difference from the movie and real life is the fact that you’re flipped, your backside to Kevin and your chest to the ceiling.
Your eyes flutter open, the spotlight all but blinding you, and you finally feel content. Like everything has fallen into the right place for once in your life. Especially so when Kevin sets you down gently and you finish your dance with the utmost confidence.
The crowd erupts into a roaring chorus of applause, going as far as giving you a standing ovation. Holy shit. You pulled it off. You actually managed to pull it off.
Your face feels like it might split from how big your smile is. You and Kevin bow, walking off stage. You’re entirely too happy right now, a newfound energy overtaking you as you trail behind him.
“We did it!” You cheer as you follow him towards the dressing room where your things are. You’re the only ones left backstage, everyone else filtering out between performances. Kevin doesn’t give you much of a response, just a small nod of acknowledgment. Your smile falters. “What the hell is your problem?”
”Nothing, Y/N, fuck. Can you just mind your own fucking business?” He snaps, turning around to glare at you just as the door slams behind you. You instinctively flinch at both loud noises. His features soften but you take a step back from him.
You aren’t sure why you’re surprised. This isn’t anything new. Kevin has always made it crystal clear that he wasn’t your number one fan. Being neutral for your performance wasn’t enough to repair all the holes in whatever your relationship was, and you should’ve known better. You shouldn’t have let your guard down so easily. You should’ve expected this. Old dogs can never learn new tricks.
But Kevin’s scared. He’s afraid of letting you in after all the mess he’s put you through. The only thing he’s good at doing is hurting you, over and over like there was a prize that came out of it.
”Look…”
”No, you listen to me,” you swallow heavily, tears already tight lining your eyes. “Kevin, I have taken so much shit from you. Over these past few years I have just sat there and let you unload all your fucked up insecurities onto me. Have you ever wondered why? Have you ever thought to stop and think about why I let you be so mean to me without even questioning it?”
He says nothing, just stares with his lips parted. They open and close like a fish out of water, words there at the tip of his tongue but refusing to make their escape. And then one of your tears rolls down your cheeks and he’s directly in front you, his heart on his sleeve for the first time since you’ve met him.
”Why?” The simple question is so quiet, you almost don’t hear him. But his eyes hold so much hurt, so much anguish that you’ve never seen in a person before.
“I’ve had feelings for you for so long, it’s actually starting to ache. You’ve only ever seen me as this thing, this obstacle. And I’m afraid that that’s all I’ll ever be to you, because you won’t let me be anything else. You won’t—“
”That’s not true, Y/N,” Kevin sighs, looking off to the side, away from you. “I just— it’s complicated. It’s more than just being rivals.”
”So help me understand,” you frown. “Let me in, please.”
”My entire life I’ve had to work to get to where I am. I’ve fought tooth and nail to be as good of a performer as I am today. There were so many hoops I had to go through to even get into this program and— and I thought I’d finally become the best I could be. I thought that there was no way anyone could ever be better than me. And then you showed up. You and your pretty smile and your natural ability to be the best at everything you do. It was like you were the real life manifestation of all of my critics, of every challenge I faced to get here. Where I had to practice day and night to perfect something, it just came to you like second nature. During Princess and the Pauper, when I dropped you, it truly was an accident. But we’d spent so much time nailing it, that it— I just made myself feel better by saying it was your fault. ‘How could it have been my fault if I perfected it?’ I was jealous and petty and it was just easier to blame hating— to blame my indifference on you spilling coffee on my stupid shirt. For that, I’m sorry.”
You don’t know what you were waiting to hear, but it wasn’t that. Your tears turn into full on blubbering, because what the fuck? That’s so much burden for someone to carry on their shoulders for three years.
“Why are you— why are you crying?” He flounders, reaching up to swipe away your tears.
“I wish I knew… I wish I could’ve helped you somehow,” you sniffle. “Kev, I’ve always admired you and your work ethic. I hoped one day I’d be half as disciplined as you, half as determined.”
He blinks. You’re both dumb, aren’t you? Too focused on the wrong things. You both could’ve been a lot less hateful, a lot less miserable, had you just spoken your differences out. This entire rivalry has been completely one sided, but also built off of plain stupidity and ignorance. He supposes it’s not too late to make amends if you aren’t running in the opposite direction despite everything he’s put you through.
Kevin leans forward, hand still pressed to your cheek, and connects your lips softly. He’s testing the waters, making sure you’re comfortable before he continues anything. When you don’t back away just yet, he adds more force, deepening the kiss like a man starved. You whine against his lips.
This is what you’ve been wanting from him. More than what he gave you before your performance, but not what happened in the studio a few weeks ago. This desperation isn’t abashed lust, it’s unbridled affection— it’s everything he’s holed inside of himself for years, unwilling to let it see the light of day until now. If you were to label anything as perfection, it wouldn’t be a dance or a moment on stage, it would be this. Just you and Kevin finally bringing yourselves together in the most intimately emotional union.
He pulls you closer to him, hands sliding down to grasp at your waist, bunching up the thin fabric of your leotard. You can’t help but bury your fingers in his hair, tugging when he nips at your lower lip. A gasp permeates the air when his mouth travels south, along your jaw and down the side of your neck. He bites and sucks the tender skin at the base of your throat, ensuring he leaves his mark on you. This time isn’t careless, this time he has purpose. He wants everybody to know that you’re his, that you’re the only person insane enough to put up with him.
Your breathing is shaky when you reach behind you to lock the dressing room, dragging him over to the long vanity adjacent to you. He slots between your legs when you hoist yourself onto the surface. He pecks your lips and pauses his movements, rubbing up and down your thighs. In the dim, yellow lighting of the room, you look so gorgeous. He’s always thought you were beautiful, the most stunning thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, but he’s repressed it for so long. He wants to take his time staring at what he’s avoided.
”You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, kissing you again and again and again. “I don’t think I can last long with you.”
“Can we skip the foreplay?” You ask, bottom lip jutted into a pout. “Need you to just fuck me like you mean it.”
Kevin’s forehead falls to your shoulder with a groan. “I don’t deserve you,” God, he’s such an idiot for holding out from this. You should’ve been given the world and so much more. He has a lot of lost time to make up for. He kisses your shoulder with a sigh. “Yeah, baby, I can do that.”
You don’t waste another second, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your leotard. He has to bite down on his tongue when he sees that you’re braless, fingers going slack as they unbutton the rest of his silk shirt. You shimmy out of the one piece, left in nothing but the fishnet stockings you wore underneath and your lacy panties. Kevin thinks he must’ve done at least something right in a past life to experience this.
Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him, undoing his slacks and kicking them down his legs with your feet. Something takes over him when he rips a bigger hole in your stockings, pushing your underwear to the side. His thumb glides through your folds with ease, your slick providing enough lubricant. He pushes your lower lips apart while you busy yourself shoving his underwear to his ankles.
His cock slips inside of you with less friction than he would’ve thought, but he doesn’t complain, screwing his eyes shut as he acclimates to the feeling of your walls surrounding him. You moan, such a soft sound that he nearly loses his balance.
“You feel so good, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your hips as he rocks his own. “You’re so so perfect.”
The praise is too much for you, given the circumstances. Your brain is already cloudy, stuffed with what could only be described as cotton. You watch with half lidded eyes as he begins to piston into you at a faster speed. This all feels like a fever dream, something that was only possible in your craziest fantasies. Even then, it seemed unlikely.
“‘M close, Kev,” you whine, unable to stay still and attempting to match his thrusts.
“Already? We’ve only just started, gorgeous.” He laughs, but it’s breathy, strained from the exertion of his body. You hardly have the strength in you to be embarrassed about it, especially since he’s seen you in much worse situations.
You nod frantically, snaking a hand between you to circle your clit with nimble fingers. Kevin halts you and pulls out momentarily, sliding his cock between your folds like it was your hand. The tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly, making you dizzier than you already were.
He presses back into you with ease, resuming his sloppy but animalistic pace. He uses his thumb to continue your handywork, your cunt fluttering around him needily. You’re both losing your sanity quickly, both going batshit insane over the bare minimum. You’ve just needed this for so long, yearned for this moment for a humiliating amount of time.
Your moans start to rise in pitch and he groans. “Fuck, baby, you can cum for me.”
He could cry, he thinks, when your back arches and your legs shake with your orgasm. It hits you like a freight train, triggering his own release just as fast.
You stay like that for a bit, regaining yourselves and comprehending everything that’s just happened. So much for the whole hating each other narrative.
“What does this mean for us?” You suddenly ask, arms hooked around Kevin’s neck. You’re still connected by your lower halves, but he makes no effort to pull away. Part of you likes it that way, it gives you hope that this isn’t a one time affair.
“It’ll be hard for things to change overnight,” he says, massaging your sides. “We have a lot of unresolved issues and insecurities that we still have to push past. But I’m willing to do that with you. I want to take a chance on us.”
Your lips pull into a smile, an expression you don’t think you’ve worn around him genuinely in the years you’ve known him. “I do, too.”
“It’s kind of ironic that it was a performance that tore us apart and brought us back together, don’t you think?” He laughs.
“And we fucked in the dressing room…” You add, glancing to the top corner where a security camera is stationed.
“Maybe we should get out of here before someone checks the footage,” he suggests. “Tau Beta Zeta is conveniently hosting our end of semester party tonight, do you wanna be my plus one?”
“I would be honored.” You grin, pecking his lips tenderly.
Perhaps happy endings existed after all.
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the boyz masterlist
disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader
✲ multiple members
what you deserve | 4.2k — gentle dom!juyeon, mean dom!hyunjae
your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve
✲ lee hyunjae
gryffindor cockiness | 1.7k — hogwarts!au, brat tamer!hyunjae
how can a ravenclaw be that much like a gryffindor... that's something you will never understand
30 secs in heaven | 3.7k — college!au, sub!hyunjae, mean dom!reader
turns out the campus' fuckboy is nothing more than a pathetic virgin that cums way too fast
✲ lee juyeon
get you alone | 1.6k — college!au, gentle dom!juyeon
a professor shouldn't be craving her student that way but juyeon doesn't take no for an answer and you are about ready to give in...
✲ kim sunwoo
final lap | 2.4k — racer!au, hard dom!sunwoo
after a race there's only one thing that can ease sunwoo's nerves...
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baby we don’t need words
nc-17, Kevin Moon/reader, first date, cunnilingus, a tiny bit of dubcon
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Your date talks way too much.
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A/N: My love and hate letter to Kevin.
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Shut up. Shut uuuuup. Shut the fuck uuuuuuuuup.
You take a sip from your glass of red wine and inconspicuously check your watch. Sigh. You are only 24 minutes into this date and you already want to bail. You’re this close to dramatically stabbing yourself with a fork, anything that would get you out of this situation.
It’s not even a bad date per se. Technically, it’s probably the most “perfect” date you’ve ever been on. This guy - Kevin, as he introduced himself, when he asked for your number as you were waiting in the line at Starbucks - obviously put a lot of thought and effort into it. The restaurant is extra nice and fancy, but not an obvious dating spot. The table is perfectly placed with a view on the city. The candles are glimmering, making a beautiful atmosphere, together with the quiet music. Even the food he recommended to you is amazing, the wine he chose is even better.
And Kevin himself looks stunning, in perfectly fitting black slacks and navy blue shirt, just tight enough to show off his body - tall, lean with the right amount of muscle and nice frame. His hair is done prettily, he smells expensive. Genuinely a stunning piece of man, that would make you straight up salivate, usually. Especially since he looks so sympathetic, he’s friendly and smiling and not at all threatening, like some men use to be when they hit on a woman.
What’s worse, he made such a good first impression that you invested a lot of effort too. Getting asked out by a guy this hot is not a daily occurrence, not even for you. Your hair and nails are freshly done, your dress is new. Your underwear is matching.
And it’s all for nothing, you think bitterly.
Everything is perfect, save for the one fatal flaw - this guy just doesn’t shut up. And not only that. Whatever comes out of his mouth is cringe of the worst caliber and you’re about to break out in hives from it.
He watches the cringiest shows and finds them funny.
He loves internet memes, but his taste is one of a 10 years old. You force out a laugh when he shows you some. Jesus Christ.
He loves music and plays instruments, but his obsessions with some singer is borderline unhealthy. No, you don’t want to go to the concert with him.
He looooooves his job, but haaaaaaates his company. “But we are all just slaves of capitalism, aren’t we?”
His political views. Who even discusses politics on a first date? Time and place, dude.
You try to participate in the conversation to your best abilities, but often you don’t even know how to react. You don’t want to be rude, so you try to find any interest and reply honestly and thoughtfully, despite it wearing your patience down, and it seems it’s working, judging by the bright smile he’s giving you.
He obviously likes you more and more every minute.
The worst is that despite all of it, you can clearly tell he’s a harmless, genuinely nice guy with a heart of gold. Someone who is a whole person, with interests, hobbies and opinions. Someone who loves his friends and family and has values he stands by.
That all makes you feel even more shitty about the whole situation. You don’t want to hurt his feelings,
Plus, he’s really fucking hot.
You look up at his face from your glass of wine and force a smile. You hope it doesn’t look too fake. Kevin leans forward and takes your hand in his. It’s dry and warm, and it feels really good.
“What are you thinking about? You seem like you got lost in your thoughts for a minute,” he asks. He rubs your hand a little, and tilts his head in anticipation for your answer. Because, of course, he genuinely gives a fuck about what made you space out.
He looks really beautiful in the candlelight.
You down the rest of your wine and put the glass on the table. You decide in a split second. Ah, fuck it.
“Yeah, I think I just felt something snap in my dress. Like, a zipper or something. I have to go to the bathroom to check it, will you go with me in case I need help? I’m not sure I can reach it,” you smile at him apologetically.
“Sure, of course, no problem,” he agrees and gets up to follow you to the bathroom.
You open the door to the ladies room and check if it’s empty so that he can come there without hassle, then gesture to him to come inside. You find for you two an empty stall, push him in and lock the door.
“Where exactly did you feel the zipper snap? Like, in the back? I can check it for you..” he rambles and you can’t take it anymore. You grab him by the shoulders and slam him against the stall wall.
“There is nothing wrong with my zipper, and you better listen now. I’m at my fucking limit,” you lower your voice.
“I had to listen to your stupid bullshit for half an hour already, which is 30 minutes too long,” you growl at him. “Do you ever stop and think about what’s coming out of your mouth? Like, think for a second and wonder, Maybe I should not say that?”
He opens his mouth to protest, but you immediately slap your hand over him to stop him.
“No, no, no. No more talking from you, now you’re gonna listen, get it?” you ask.
He nods, looking almost nervous, and swallows visibly. His eyes are almost bulging out. He’s definitely surprised and caught off-guard by the change of your demeanor.
“Now, we are going to make a little deal and I will give you a choice. Either we end this date already and go home. Separately. And we will never speak again. Or, I can give you a second chance, but first you will reflect on whether every dumb thought you have needs to be said out loud and act accordingly,” you lay it down in front of him. You take your hand off his mouth, awaiting his answer.
“The- the second, please,” he stutters out. He’s all red and embarrassed.
However, what you can’t see, but definitely can feel, is a boner tenting his slacks.
“Okay, but just know I’m giving you another chance only because you’re really cute and seem like a nice person,” you frown. “One more thing though. You have to apologize to me for wasting my time with your dumb rambles today.”
“H-how?”
“Very simple,” you grab the front of his shirt roughly and flip you both, so that you’re the one leaning on the wall.
“On your knees,” you command and push on his shoulder, so that he kneels in front of you.
And he does. He slowly, hesitantly falls on his knees on the ground, looking at your face, as if he weren’t sure if he heard you correctly.
You push up your tight dress and at that moment he snaps out of it and rushes to help you, taking off your panties for you.
He doesn’t waste a second to kiss up your thighs, nuzzling into them and licking and sucking, leaving little marks on your skin.
“You’re so beaut- ahhh!” you interrupt him by grabbing his hair. You pull him away from you and look into his eyes.
“I said no talking,” you frown and push his head to your pussy. At least now he gets the hint and starts licking you, collecting all your wetness on his tongue and savoring your taste.
You’ve already been so wound up from the adrenaline and also the fact that you’re in a public restroom, you know you’re not gonna last very long, so you close your eyes and enjoy how his tongue flicks quickly over your clit, getting you close at a rapid pace. After a little while, he must be getting tired, but he’s not stopping, only sometimes switching from using his tongue to sucking gently. It makes you feel so warm and everything is wet and you’re already almost there.
Clearly, he’s trying to earn that second date.
You look down and for a moment just enjoy the sight of Kevin eating pussy eagerly, not saying a word. He looks so pretty like that with hair mussed up, cheeks red, barely breathing as his face is pressed closely to your body. You can see the hints of glimmering wetness on the lower part of his face, obscured by your body.
“See? You can be good for me, maybe you’re worth keeping…” you sigh and he moans in reply, but you let that one slide. Seeing the movement of hand sneaking down to touch his cock, although only over the pants, but clearly rubbing and squeezing with the purpose of getting himself off, you finally come, holding his head at your pussy so he doesn't even think of stopping or slowing down.
Your orgasm has barely stopped ringing in your ears when you notice him gasping as he comes inside his pants, his face buried in your crotch still. His hips are barely humping the air as he’s rubbing his cock through his orgasm, finally slumping down when he’s finished.
You smile brightly at him, as he kneels, spent and sweaty and ruined in front of you. There is a stain spreading in front of his dark slacks that will be only barely concealed by the restaurant’s low light.
You grab him by his shirt again and get him to stand, which he does, almost in haze, still not over his own orgasm. You pull him closer and kiss him deeply, so that you can taste yourself in his mouth.
“So, about that second date….”
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Quando ele é muito grande para você – the boyz 98'line.
NSFW dps do corte.
Juyeon se sentiria perdido, tipo, ele quer entrar em você, mas, ao mesmo tempo não quer ser agressivo, então ele opta por simplesmente encher você com os dedos longos dele enquanto lambe toda sua buceta, te preparando pra ele.
“ Não se preocupe princesa, eu não quero quebrar você ” mas, acabaria quebrando de qualquer jeito, por que você o pediria para acabar com você usando o belo pau que ele tem.
Kevin se sentiria excitado, porra, você é tão pequenininha que não consegue aguentar o pau dele? Ele daria um sorriso cafajeste enquanto te provoca apenas pincelando a cabecinha em sua fenda molhada.
“ A bonequinha não vai aguentar o meu pau ” disse “ Vou acabar te partindo ao meio ” riu, excitado demais. “ Então me quebre Kevin ” você implorou, vendo o brilho nos olhos de Kevin ao receber a permissão que precisava para perder todo o autocontrole que tinha sobre si mesmo.
Chanhee iria te degradar o máximo que pudesse, mas estaria mais excitado do que nunca, já que o ego dele (de forma indireta) fora amaciado.
“ Você me pede p'ra te foder igual uma puta, mas, tem uma bucetinha de virgem? ” te falaria enquanto sorria maldoso “ Que mulherzinha burra você é. Sabe que no momento em que eu colocar o meu pau em você, vai começar a chorar igual uma cadela no cio. ”
Changmin ia se sentir confuso, assim como Juyeon. Quero dizer, o pobre rapaz é carinhoso demais para ultrapassar qualquer um de seus limites, sejam quais forem. Ele provavelmente te ofereceria um belo oral e te perguntaria o tempo todo se você estava bem com aquilo.
“ Você tem certeza de que quer que eu entre em você? ” perguntou pela enésima vez “ Tenho Changmin... Anda logo, por favor ” pediu. Então o Ji se forçou um pouco mais para dentro de ti, fechando os olhos para se conter e ir devagar para não te machucar, mas, quando entrasse, ambos suspirariam de alívio pela sensação deliciosa.
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Hello :) !! idk if you still take request or no but could you do who is an ass or boobs guy?? in The boyz please ? Only if you feel comfortable ofc (Sorry for my bad English) I really love your writing too :)
hi! your english is very good! dw about it :) my requests are closed BUT i have written this exact thing so long ago and idk why i never posted it but maybe it was a sign for somebody to request it later on lmao, enjoy !!
ass: sangyeon, hyunjae, kevin, changmin, juhaknyeon, sunwoo
elaboration:
i have zero to none explanation why sangyeon is an ass guy but he just is. one of the few top fav sex positions is having you chest down, under him while he positions his cock in between your ass cheeks, fucking you slowly, not exactly giving you what you want/need:(
hyunjae would be the guy to sit you down on his lap when there’s no seats left in the car. actually no, scratch that, he would pull you down on his lap whenever he wants bc mhmhm loves feeling you press down on him.
i still see kevin as the most playful out of all of them so he would slap your ass at every given opportunity. struggles to control the urges to do so when you’re with your/his family bc hello?? that softy deserves a slap☝️
again, not sure why i think changmin is an ass worshiper.. it’s bc he’s a dancer 😎 no but you wearing skirts or anything short OR very tight clothes that bring out your proportions and changmin is on the ground, salivating like the touch deprived man he is.
juhaknyeon is on the same ‘slapping the ass’ train as kevin. honestly, he probably gets off of it too. the one to go absolutely crazy when you wear tight jeans and your ass just looks so holdable.
ahem, riding sunwoo with your back pressed against his chest while he controls your pace with his hands on your hips, but also simultaneously gripping and squeezing your ass because he loves it.
boobs: jacobus, younghoon, juyeon, chanhee, eric
elaboration:
jacob… my man jacob.. 😩 depending on your boobs like on life support. no pillow? here! your boobs are available, comfy as fuck for jacob to lay his head down. just really appreciates them, sometimes you think he loves your boobs more than you lmao.
younghoon looks like the guy to love leaving bruises/hickeys all over your tits till they look like a damn painting. and him just detaching himself to look at his masterpiece with that smirk of his? heaven if i must say myself.
have y’all seen juyeon’s hands?? do i have to say anything else?? god jesus fuck, enormous veiny af hands oh no do i have a thing for hands.. just imagining how easily they would cup your breasts, hiding them under his palms and squeezing them,, it’s like they were made to hold your tits<3
now chanhee really made me overthink bc he gives me the energy of both ass and boobs but hear me out on this.. a low neckline shirt/dress always makes him go horny bc he can see the silhouettes of your boobs and it’s like game over for him.
eric nuzzling his face into your chest when he’s sad or sulky or annoyed with something. again, gives me the loving vibes just like jacob. but i also kind of see him more on a freakier side, for example, cumming on your chest bc he loves how pretty it looks ☺️
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sneakylink kevin
requests open pookies!!
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What you thought would be a simple Airbnb trip with your friends turned into much more. Travelling to a new place your Tinder had blown up to an extreme, with a male named Kevin catching your eye he got you snapchat, but by the second day he was begging to meet you and treat you with care. You were far from denying, with the effortless steps of sending the address, quietly sneaking him into the house and past your friends' rooms it wasn't long till his head was between your legs eating your cunt like a starved man. His tongue giving simple flicks at your clit as his two slender fingers spread your lips open once pushing them in. The moans leaving him only too soon pull away and compliment you occasionally, “Such a good pussy” “Are you enjoying yourself angel?” “Don’t wake up your friends, we don't want them to know how good my tongue is…. especially when it belongs to this pussy. His eyes trained on yours as he continued to move his tongue and his fingers getting faster and faster, hearing your moans had his cock struggling in his sweats. No matter how needy he was though he had to get a taste of your cum, he didn't come all the way here just to not taste your sweet cum. Best pussy Kevin ever tasted, and he’s not gonna let it go.
What really makes his knees weak is when he gets to feel your lips around his cock. The feeling of your cushiony throat around his begging tip, groans leave him immediately as he grips your hair “Fuck yes baby~ such a good girl taking my cock…hold it h-hold it just a little longer- Oh~ oh fuck!” He’s gonna just paint your throat and he just know it.
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Summary: You work at an alien intelligence subset of the government. You were asking to get abducted… you’re just getting an in-depth look at extraterrestrial life.
Pairing: Alien!Keven x fem human!reader
Tropes: supernatural au
Genre: smut
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: aliens, nonhuman Kevin
Smut Warnings: fingering but with a tentacle, clitoral stimulation, breast play
Word Count: 1,605
Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye
Before You Interact
February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ E.T. by Katy Perry
“There’s no way we just made contact…” Your coworker gasps.
You snap your head around, “We what?”
“We made contact! That UFO we spotted out by Saturn, we made contact!”
He starts scrambling around the room to scribble down wherever he can and runs out the door. He doesn’t even tell you where he’s going. You can only assume that he’s going to find your superiors to report the finding. You’re left with no answers as your coworker makes a mad dash for the door. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you walk towards the monitor that he had left open. The screen shows a rather blurry photo of the ship. From what you can tell, it’s enormous. Almost as if it could house an entire community. Just as you go to pull up the transmission you got from the ship. A bright beam of light blue surrounds you. Your heart rate spikes out of fear. You don’t know what’s happening or why. One moment, you’re standing in the lab, then next, you’re standing in what seems to be a command center. You stand out like a sore thumb in the space. Your messy bun, with safety goggles on the top of your head, your stark white lab coat, and blue gloves stand out in the dark space.
“Welcome to space,” a voice calls, “We’re orbiting Saturn right now. Of course, you already knew that.”
“Who are you?” You question.
The creature turns around. His upper half looks human-esque. His hair is split horizontally. The top half of it is a stark white color, and the underneath is entirely the opposite. The color is so dark it nearly rivals the void outside the ship. His eyes are a golden color you’ve never seen before. It’s almost as if the color swirls around his wide pupils. As your eyes take in his form fully, you notice that his lower half is tentacles. It almost reminds you of the half-human, half-sea creature beings that you were told about in fairytales as a child. He stalks closer to you. The tentacles move as if they’re human legs but also move like an octopus’s tentacles as well. He doesn't have suction cups like a sea creature typically has, but you’re still fascinated by the deep purple appendages.
He stops not but a foot from you. One of his tentacles barely touches your boot as he analyzes you. You feel small under his gaze, but you still love every moment of the feeling. It takes everything in you not to reach out and figure out exactly what he’s like. Your mind’s scientific nature begs you to analyze him just the way he’s analyzing you. Before you can reach out to get a feel of his physical form, he reaches out to touch you first. His hand is the same as a human's. His hand comes up under your chin, tipping your chin up. He has his chin tilted up, looking down his nose at you. Turning your head side to side, he lets out a slight hum.
“Maybe I should be asking you that.” He says, “Your lab is the one who sent us a transmission first.”
You let out a shaky breath, “It wasn’t me specifically.”
“Still your lab, no?”
“Yes.”
He hums again, “You would never be able to pronounce my name. How about I find a human name for you to call me.”
“Which would be?”
The alien drops his hand from your chin. He moves and crosses his arms across his body as he thinks. He looks around the otherwise empty space. His golden eyes glow under the lights of the room.
“How about Kevin?” He finally says.
You try to stifle a giggle, “Of all human names you could’ve chosen, you chose Kevin?”
A snarl-like sound escapes his throat, “Is there an issue with that?”
A fire burns beneath his eyes as he questions you. You feel a shiver run through your body and center in your core.
“Nothing’s funny! I like it. I was just shocked you chose that over a more unique one!”
Kevin smirked, “You want to analyze my species so badly. Why don’t we both get a nice close encounter with each other, hmm?”
All you can do is nod and let him walk around you. You assume he wants you to follow, so you do. You take in your surroundings. The ship is nearly entirely composed of dark silver metal. There are bright white strips of light that follow down the pathway. You can’t be sure if they’re lights like at home or if there is some sort of other technology humans have yet to discover.
Kevin guides you further down this seemingly never-ending hall until you stop in front of what seems to be just part of the wall. The alien knocks a unique pattern, and a doorknob appears. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head with the notion of his species’ technological advances. Humans could never come close to what they’ve accomplished already. Pushing the door open, Keven gestures for you to step inside before him. Once you’re inside the room, Kevin pulls the door shut again. You watch as the door disappears and becomes nothing more than the wall again. Taking in this new environment, you notice it’s similar to a bedroom you’d see on Earth. It feels like a safe space for someone to relax and be themselves. There’s some sort of digital pad with a three-dimensional hologram half-drawn floating above it. Kevin moves toward it and taps a few things before the device goes black and sinks into a space on the surface.
“On the bed.” He states, “I want a close look at what you human women look like.”
You turn to locate the bed before sitting down on it, “Most women aren’t in my career field, and I’m not exactly dressed how I’d wish to be for this kind of encounter.”
He nods, “You humans put such a president on appearance… it’s a shame.”
“Well, humans are naturally drawn toward pretty things. Pretty is subjective.”
Kevin nods again and undoes his outfit, letting it fall away from his body. You just mentioned that humans are naturally drawn to aesthetics. Now, you couldn’t be more right. Kevin’s human-like upper half is well-sculpted. He’s toned but not too bulky in any way. He’s like a walking wet dream. You subtly rub your thighs together, hoping Kevin doesn’t notice. His golden eyes immediately dart to the movement, though.
“Do humans get pleasure from that? Rubbing the upper portions of their legs together?”
“Not well, but, um, it does help a little sometimes.”
“Is it helping now?” The alien questions further.
You shake your head, “Not at all.”
Kevin’s golden eyes swirl with some unknown green flecks. He stares at you for a few moments. Then, your body feels bare. Not a single bit of clothing is on your body. You look around the room, and the clothing is nowhere to be seen. Kevin steps closer and notices the sheen of arousal coating your lower lips. Your eyes are blown wide with desperation as you notice his tentacles shifting as he calculates his next move.
“Is this how humans show their arousal? Do all humans’ genitalia grow wet? Is it always this wet? And these,” he brings a tentacle to toy with your nipple, causing you to moan, “These feed your young. Why are they erect?”
“C-can’t I answer your questions later? I need something inside me!”
Kevin brings another dark purple tentacle to wrap around your thigh and push it so that your cunt is exposed to him properly. Another moves to gently rub along the edge of your entrance. His eyes are fixated on your wet core. The appendage pushes into you, and you let out a loud moan. You deduce that he must have some sort of telepathic knowledge of what you want next, or it’s simple curiosity, but he starts thrusting the tentacle into you while a third, much smaller one, fixates on your clit. The first one continues to play with your chest. The entire experience is too much to process at once.
You fall back against the bed and spread your legs further apart as he starts to thrust the tentacle into you harder and faster. The smaller one focused on your clit starts to rub the bud quicker and harder as well. Just as you go to warn him of your impending orgasm, it shocks its way through your system. You shake and convulse on the bed as he continues to toy with your body. His eyes are full of perverted fascination as you moan nonsense in any language known to either of you.
When you pant, catching your breath, as you come down from your high, Kevin pulls his tentacles off of your body and comes closer to your sensitive core. His breath puffs against your wet folds, making you both desperate for more, and you hope he lets you have a small break to recuperate.
“I’ve done some research on you humans.” He starts, “What I found was that nearly 60% of females don’t find true pleasure in these activities. Even more, don’t react the way your body just did. Did I do something special, or are you one of the rare females that can react this way?”
You gasp when he runs his finger through some of your arousal, “You definitely worked some magic with those tentacles.”
“Wanna see what else these tentacles can do?” He asks with a suggestive lilt, “You haven’t finished your close encounter yet?”
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it's midnight aka Thinking About Kevin Moon Hours
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paint me naked
warning: nsfw, contains smut, body painting, nipple play, messy sex, long (well over 2k).
"Honestly, it's all pretty subjective," Kevin says, looking over at you mid-stroke. "You could paint anything and it'll be considered art by at least one person, I promise." You try to nod along to his words but looking down at your painting so far, you think yours might be the one and only exception. It was very easy for him to say, he has these naturally gifted hands that helped him make masterpieces while barely trying. Right now, even, he's painted a landscape with just his fingers and you couldn't believe how lifelike it looks. You pout, looking at the mess in front of you, "Hey, why don't you come help me here? Give me some pointers, maybe? "
Kevin smiles, softly calling you cute under his breath and pads on his hands and knees over to you. He sits beside you, looking over your "art " so far. "Actually I really like it, we can build off of this. May I? " You nod, almost too fast, relieved you didn't have to keep doing this yourself. Your jaw drops slightly when you realize what he meant by this; he moves behind you, wraps his hand to cover yours and dips your fingers in the navy blue before leaning both of your bodies forward, looking over your shoulder, and moving your hand with his over the canvas. After you see the beautiful strokes that your fingers are suddenly making under his guidance, you're so awestruck, you find yourself turning your neck around to stare at his face.
"What do you think? " he asks, once he's finished, turning his head to face you. "Gorgeous," you answer immediately, in a semi-daze looking into his pretty brown eyes. He chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he says, "You didn't even look at it, though? " "Oh, right," your face heats up, embarrassed that you've been caught. He just smirks, your breath hitching when he leans closer and you see his mouth part open, his eyes moving down to look at your lips. Bringing his hand up to your cheek, he turns your face towards him even more before taking your lips in his. The paint from his fingers feels cold against your cheek but the kiss sets your whole body aflame and buzzing with energy.
You smile into the kiss before pulling back a bit to stare at his face, eyes getting drawn down to his lips. Without thinking, you grab his face with both hands and kiss him again, this time much deeper than the previous one. His strong arms pull you into his lap, caressing up your bare thighs under your skirt before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Your hands move down to grip the front of his shirt, lips parting against his and letting his tongue slip into your mouth, in a fight for dominance, which he definitely won. You break the kiss, gasping for breath when you feel his hips move up to grind against your crotch. Still moving his hips, Kevin kisses your cheek, his lips moving past your jaw and down your neck.
You can't help the little moans you let out as he nips at your neck, sucking on the tender skin. "Hey, wanna try something with me? " He mumbles against your skin, "If you don't want to, we don't have to." "You mean sex? " you breathe out, "Of course, I want to." He laughs, his shoulders shaking with it. "No, I mean yes, but I meant something else first." He lifts you up, places you back on the floor and adjusts himself, before walking away. You sigh at the loss of his body against yours and the delicious friction you were creating with him mere seconds ago.
He comes back a few seconds later with a drop sheet and a paint tray palette with 5 wells of red, orange, blue, purple and pink paint. "I want to paint you, on your body, naked," Kevin says, already unfolding the drop sheet in front of you. Damn artists and their damn random bouts of inspiration. But you had to admit, the thought did turn you on - more than you expected actually. "Okay, but you have to get naked too," you reply while pulling off your t-shirt and bra. He chuckles again but obliges, taking his shirt off. His abs and biceps looked glorious, you had to stop yourself from nearly drooling. "Fuck," you hear Kevin mumble under his breath as he stares at you taking your skirt and panties off too.
Stepping to the middle of the drop sheet, you're about to complain about how Kevin still has his sweats on when he steps forward and strokes a brush coated in orange paint down and around the curve of your breast in a long sweeping motion. You shiver as the cool of the paint sends a tingle down your spine. Your nipples harden and you're not sure if it was necessarily due to the cold. Kevin's eyes drift from the line of his paint to your breasts, his cheeks and ears turning a light pink. "Is it too cold? " He asks you. "It is cold, but I don't think that's the reason," you reply coyly.
The blush darkens on his cheeks, his ears a fiery red as his tongue glides over his bottom lip. He makes eye contact with you before leaning down, putting his soft lips around your nipple. You intake a sharp breath when he swirls his tongue around it, taking turns kissing and sucking on it. "Kevin..." you sigh, your hand holding his head. His tongue curls around your hardened nipple and when he pulls back, his teeth graze over it, making you press your thighs together subconsciously. He turns his attention back to his art as you blink and shake your head, trying to focus back on the art instead of the heat building between your legs.
He spends the next few minutes adding some purple strokes on your stomach, tickling you when he fills the colour in. He dips his thumb into the blue on his palette and traces it along your hip bones, his mouth slightly parted with concentration. As much as you were enjoying his touches, you couldn't help but crave more, especially when you see his muscles flex with his movements. Picking up your brush, you dip it into the red paint and coat your hand and fingertips. Kevin raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything as he continues his work. You press your red palm against his toned chest. "What do you think? " The corner is his lips lift, "Best thing you've done all night," he quips.
"Hey! " You smack him on the shoulder, forgetting about the paint and splattering it everywhere. "Oh, now you're asking for it," he laughs, eyes darkening. He begins painting his palm pink. "Hm, where should I put this? " He teases, eyebrows wiggling mischievously. You smile, swallowing loudly with anticipation, your body screaming for him to touch you, anywhere. "How about here? " he whispers, watching you as you shiver slightly, subconsciously pushing your chest towards him. He licks his lips and moves his hand up to around your neck, "Maybe here? " Fuck yes, you thought as your head jerked in a nod.
He steps closer so your chests are touching, moves his hand down around your waist and smacks it down on your ass, hard but not painful. You gasp as he drags you forward, his fingers digging into your ass. "Yeah, here," Kevin breathes, pressing his lips against yours. You kiss him like a woman starved, your arms wrapping around his neck as his other arm goes around your waist. His hands make their way to your front and up to your ribs, smearing the paint in his wake. Without breaking the kiss, he moves you backwards, pushing your back against the wall. His hands grip each of your breasts and brings them up, breaking off the kiss so he can lean down and suck on your nipples again.
Letting out a moan, you let your head fall back against the wall and wrap a leg around him, needing that sweet friction between your now bare pussy and his clothed erection. His cock is hard and strains against the thin material of his sweatpants. He groans quietly against your skin as you slide up and down over his bulge, giving you even more butterflies in your stomach. He sucks and bites at your breasts, making sure to move from one to the other and back again, driving you insane. "Kevin," you moan, "I need you, please." He groans louder at your pleading and pins your body against the wall, spreading your legs further to fit his whole body in between them.
He holds you up with one arm - since when was he this strong? - as he pulls down his pants and boxers with lightning speed. He lines his erection up, his tip teasing your entrance and starts kissing you again, hard and passionately. You eagerly match him, bringing your tongue to meet his and swirling it around, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck. As you feel yourself get lost in the kiss, he suddenly thrusts up so he's fully inside you, eliciting a gasp from you as you arch your back off the wall into him. Without waiting for you to adjust, he begins thrusting deep in and out of you over and over, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust has you moaning loudly into his mouth.
You bunch your hands in his hair, the paint on your hands clinging to the blonde strands, sticking them together in red clumps. You could feel your climax building already thanks to all the foreplay from earlier. "I'm close, Kev-" you moan out, voice strained. He looks taken back for a split second before smirking and rolling his hips up into a rhythm, harder than before, one hand now on your nipple, tweaking it to further your pleasure. You cry out and your orgasm hits you, shuddering through you and making all your muscles seize up. Kevin keeps thrusting, fucking you through it until you have to squeeze his shoulder when the overstimulation gets too much.
"Sorry, baby," he murmurs into your hair, hugging you closer. He pulls out and turns around, still carrying you, away from the wall and lays you down on the drop sheet. He positions himself above you, kissing you again, grinding his cock in between your pussy lips. You shiver at the movement; feeling yourself getting turned on again, you let out a shaky breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Fuck, Kevin, inside me again - please," you spread your legs wider, insatiable for him apparently. He smiles are this, "That's my good girl, I knew you had it in you." He pushes his cock into you again, this time at a painstakingly slow pace.
Grabbing ahold of the sheet under you, your eyes close, your jaw slack as you take in the delicious feeling of his cock inside you. You both sigh in relief when he bottoms out, you open your eyes to see his perfect face an inch away from yours. "God, you feel so fucking good," Kevin moans out, his thick arms flexing in their planking position as he holds himself above you. You clench around him, taking pleasure in the way he moans even louder when he pulls back out and it's even tighter than before. He lets out more curse words and mutters under his breath how you'll be the death of him.
He thrusts in you with that same slow pace, spreading your legs apart further to reach even deeper inside you. Your whole body jerks forward when he touches your g-spot and continues to hit it dead on with every snap of his hips. "Oh my- fuck, Kevin, right there-," you whimper out, putting your arms around him to pull him closer. You bite down on his shoulder, making him groan into your neck and speed his thrusts up, you could tell he's as close as you are. "Babe," Kevin moaned into your ear, "come with me." You nearly melted at his words combined with how deep and raspy his voice sounded. Nodding, you move your hips to match his rhythm, both settling on a faster pace.
Kevin slows himself down, just the tiniest bit, his breath hitching and steadying again as he tried to make sure you would come together. Listening for changes in your sighs and moans, the tightness of your grip on his hair tells him when you're getting closer. You gasp when he angles your bodies up a bit to somehow hit even deeper and wrap your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles behind him, holding him impossibly close to you. "Now," he breathes against your skin, "cum with me now, baby, fu-!" He lets out a deep groan as he thrusts his orgasm inside you, hugging you tight as your orgasm washes over you too. This time is more intense than the last, knowing he's right there at the peak with you.
You both breathe heavily, staying in that position for a few moments when he lifts himself up to face you. He pushes your hair back to caress your face, similar to the way you run your fingertips along his jaw. It's then that you notice the absolute mess you've created around you two, paint in every which direction. "We ruined your art," you say, looking down at your body. "I think we made it better, a personal touch is always nice," Kevin replies, touching his forehead with yours. "You're pretty," he says after a minute of staring into your eyes. "You're not so bad yourself," you quip. He scoffs out a laugh before he brings his face down again to kiss you again, tenderly and deeply.
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the boyz masterlist
+18: n suggestive: s fluff: f
mtl lists:
nothing yet!
soft/hard hour asks:
᠂ ⚘ 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 ⚘᠂
⇢ being shared and used between him and haknyeon [n]
⇢ studio sex with him and haknyeon [n]
᠂ ⚘ 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 ⚘᠂
⇢ body worshipping with him and kevin [s]
⇢ eating you out [n]
⇢ nba player jacob fucking you after a game [n]
᠂ ⚘ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 ⚘᠂
nothing yet!
᠂ ⚘ 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐞 ⚘᠂
nothing yet!
᠂ ⚘ 𝐣𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 ⚘᠂
nothing yet!
᠂ ⚘ 𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧 ⚘᠂
⇢ body worshipping with him and jacob [s]
᠂ ⚘ 𝐧𝐞𝐰 ⚘᠂
nothing yet!
᠂ ⚘ 𝐪 ⚘᠂
nothing yet!
᠂ ⚘ 𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 ⚘᠂
⇢ being shared and used between him and sangyeon [n]
⇢ studio sex with him and sangyeon [n]
⇢ hickeys [s]
᠂ ⚘ 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨 ⚘᠂
⇢ worshipping his tattoo [n]
᠂ ⚘ 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 ⚘᠂
nothing yet!
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I CAN’T LOSE WHEN I’M WITH YOU
PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader
WORD COUNT 603
GENRES itty bitty angst? ﹒fluff ig? ﹒smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, kevin is having an existential crisis, established relationship, kinda? cnc?, somnophilia, cockwarming, tbh that’s all 😭 this is a shortie but she’s kinda cute too ig
SUMMARY even when the world felt like it was no longer spinning on its axis, he had you to revolve around, like his own personal sun.
MORE this one is a double whammy besties 🤓 along with being kevin’s fic for fawntober, she is also a long awaited request from my 100 follower event for @confuchan !! im sorry this took so long 😭 i hope it meets ur expectations!! if u enjoyed, pls don’t forget to reblog! prompts used are: 8, 19
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri
Laying here, staring up at the ceiling like it was more interesting than any news story on TV, Kevin felt like he was at a standstill.
It was like the world came to a spinning halt, and the only thing he could focus on was the low hum of the fan in the corner of the room along with his own breathing. But then you stirred beside him and pulled away his concentration as if it were second nature to you.
Now all he could do was listen to your evened breaths, watching your shoulder rise and fall as you slept. You looked so peaceful, soft snores filling his ears as he leaned in to wrap his arms around you. You felt so warm in his embrace, your skin against his tucking away all the worries that had been stuffed inside of his head. Everything just came so easily with you.
It was amazing how you didn’t even have to do anything, just your presence was sufficient to calm the storms raging in his brain. Your brows were slightly furrowed, like you were invested in the dream you were having. He can’t help the small smile that works its way onto his lips.
You mumble something in your sleep, alarming Kevin for a moment before he caresses your cheek, leaving a kiss on your temple. “I just want to hold you close.”
Maybe holding you close was a bad idea though, what with the way you kept moving. Each squirm brushed up against him, turning him even more restless than he was before. He pushes your hips into the mattress to still you, holding in the choked groan threatening to free itself from the back of his throat.
Despite all the uncertainties that plagued Kevin’s mind moments ago, one thing was for sure. You were wearing way too many clothes for what he had in mind. The thought of your wet heat alone was enough to bring a sense of peace within him. Perhaps that was all he needed to finally fall into a blissful slumber; just the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in.
His fingers sneak down to the bottom hem of your panties, grateful that you were pantsless and your legs were somewhat spread already. He pushes aside your underwear, slipping himself out of his own. Kevin sighs, placing his forehead on your shoulder to quell the inkling of shame burrowing through his chest as his cock slides into your cunt without hesitation.
Fuck, it was like your pussy was made for him. It was as if you were created solely for the purpose of Kevin’s dick burying itself deep inside of you. His eyes flutter shut, finger creeping under your t-shirt to rest his hand on your stomach. He twitches in you when you whimper in your sleep, scooting yourself against him. His broad chest was sandwiched to your back, the two of you as close as physically possible.
This was perfect. He didn’t even have to move, didn’t even have the desire to finish either. All he wanted was to stay like this, his cock snug between the walls of your cunt. In fact, it’s enough to lull himself to sleep, effectively resetting any and every existential crises running through his head.
That was the thing about you. You were always the one constant in Kevin’s life. You could turn a bad day into a good one in a matter of minutes. Even when the world felt like it was no longer spinning on its axis, he had you to revolve around, like his own personal sun.
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The candles were burning in every corner of the room lighting the dark room filling it with a golden haze. Kevin moved your hair from your neck exposing the skin so he could kiss down further. His hands slowly rub circles on your hips as you grind down on his growing bulge hearing the occasional groan come from him. Taking his time with every kiss treating you like the most expensive thing he has ever owned not wanting to hurt you in any way. Moving his hands from your hips trailing them up your spine slowly to undo your bra.
Pulling the garment down your arms and throwing it on the floor. Reconnecting his lips with yours in a passionate kiss, both of your tongues fighting. Both of you were breathless when he pulled away brushing your hands through his hair looking into his eyes and seeing all the love in his eyes there and then. Moving your hips out of the way so you could untie the strings of his sweats and pull them down to his ankles letting you have his cock.
Your cold hands slid down his chest to his stomach making him shiver from the sensation but he was enjoying it. Teasing him more and watching the way he reacts to all your touches when you drag your fingers over the elastic making him buck his hips into your hands. Pulling the elastic over his hips and down to his knees letting his cock hit off his stomach. Kevin loved the feeling of your cold hands around his cock like this. He sat back against the headboard of the bed as you took your time dragging your hands up and down his cock.
Letting your thumb play with his tip causing him to moan, every sound from him was your favourite. The dirty sound of you jerking his cock mixed with his groans and moans filled the room. Kevin was a mess laying there against the headboard with his hands in his hair watching you biting his bottom lip as a way to try and keep his noises to a minimum.
Kevin whined when you stopped your movements as he was close but he opened his eyes to the sight of you stripping off and climbing on top of him. Your arms wrapped around his neck keeping him close to you as best as you could. Looking Kevin in the eyes when you reach down guiding his cock to your entrance. Your eyes shut tight at the feeling of him stretching you out in the best way that made your legs feel numb.
“Take your time darling, no rush…”
Moving your hips against his subtly getting used to the feeling kissing up his neck getting a stronger reaction from him. Smiling against the skin of his neck as it got darker because of you. Marking his neck and chest up not caring that the makeup artists will have to clean up your mess everyone needs to know you are his.
Your moans got louder when he started to fuck his hips up into yours as it took you by surprise hitting that spot inside of you every time. Kevin had an iron grip on your hips as you fell limp on his chest because of the intense pleasure only he could give you. Your eyes were getting hard to keep open, the pleasure was affecting you the best way. Shaking and moaning in pleasure as the tears filled your eyes when he took the lead making both of you feel good.
“I’ve got you baby it's ok…”
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congrats on the 1k!!!
Kevin + friends to lovers smut
Thank you my friend!
Friends to Lovers with Kevin Moon:
cw - fluff, smut, snow and stuff.
We all know he’s the nation’s best friend right? Atp he’s the universal best friend. So it’s only natural that you know each other’s deepest darkest secrets
Except that you two have BIG FAT ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER
For the sake of the plot lets assume you met because of a project at college, got a few drinks afterwards, realised you both are just as deranged as each other and the friendship blossomed from there. That was like. Seven months ago.
Now you’re stuck on another project together.
And just because he drives you insane when he doesn’t use the right indentations on the powerpoints does NOT mean you won’t sit across from him at coffee shops during breaks and smile at him like he hung the moon
And just because he gets mad when your notes are too messy for his liking and it fries his brain doesn’t mean he won’t stand by you during snow days and watch as you try to catch snowflakes in your mouth
You tell him the snow is making your lips cold and thinks to himself
“God I wish I could press my lips to yours and warm them up for you”
This startles him so bad that you know what he says?
“Its actually the frigid bitch syndrome reaching peak performance”
We will pretend not to see you hit him in the head with your purse bestie 🥰
And we will pretend your cheeks didn’t heat up when he asked you to kiss it better while fake crying ❤️
Going back home is a struggle when you insist walking together through the winter wonderland, hand in hand.
Both of your mental monologues are: “just a couple of besties walking home” but there’s nothing besties about you matching eachothers footsteps
Plus the way his hand protectively wraps around your back to hold your out-of-reach hand instead of the one in his immediate space?
Colour us surprised when you reach your apartment and he tries to convince you that he just wanted to drop you off safely and go home himself and then
And then. Oh dear. Would you look at that.
Who would’ve thought that you’d invite him in to warm up
Who would’ve thought the “warming up” would lead from standing near the stove to make a cup of tea to dragging each other to the nearest supportive surface and warming each other using body to body contact
It’s a mess between the teeth clashing and the rush to undress each other
Then his fingers are sliding over your skin, creating goosebumps and you breathe like you just won a marathon
“I’ll warm up quicker this way,” he says, pressing his cock to your folds
When he pushes inside? You don’t know
The stretch is noticeable
But what’s more noticeable is his ragged breathing in your neck as Kevin heats you up with calculated, deep thrusts.
“Been wanting this for so long,”
You almost sob when you whine out a “me too,”
You know what’s even better?
The following exchange between you two:
“Kev… please i need oh god,”
“What do you need baby,” is whispered into your mouth as he leaves open mouthed kisses.
“Need you to touch my clit,”
“I’m sorry my precious, was I ignoring your poor bud?”
Jjsndndjfmcncn BRO???? His deep strokes hitting your gspot while he rubs your clit in circles? His mouth sucking on your tits? Teeth pinching your nipples until they’re sore?
Sigh
But he’s a little shit though
He’d only let you cum if you tell him whether you’ll be his or not
“Why would I say no,”
You’re actually irritated
“Thought maybe my cock would be too much for you”
And when you try to roll your eyes, he hits it so deep that they actually roll fr.
Then he makes you beg for his cum
And promises he’d keep you full and sated any time you want starting now because you make him so happy 💘💘💘
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Omega X Masterlist
Nsfw blog! MDNI!
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Day 16 - Kevin
Warnings- smut(minors dni), praise, blowjob, teasing
Creative block was tough. And Kevin never handled it well. His art was his outlet for stress, and when he couldn’t find the right outlet, he became a bundle of anxiety. With nowhere to outlet his nervous energy, he bottled it up until he could no longer handle it.
Thankfully, you’d known kevin your entire life. From childhood friends to now married, you knew the signs of his stress, and knew when he was creatively blocked. It was only a matter of days until something sent him spiralling off the deep end. But before he could, you would intervene.
When you got home from work to the low sound of music echoing from deep in your apartment, you knew exactly where Kevin would be. The small spare bedroom of your apartment had recently been converted into a small studio for him, his art beautifully displayed and his desk set to his exact preference. A space for him to do his art, uninterrupted and out of the way of anything else. Music usually meant he was trying to find inspiration, and you knew he’d been struggling recently with finding his spark.
When you cracked the door open slightly, you didn’t expect to find him, head in hands, looking sorry for himself. It was obvious his stress was becoming too much, and so you quietly snuck into the room.
‘Kevin, baby?’ Your voice was quiet so as to not startle him, and as he looked up from his hands you could see the tear tracks down his cheeks from where he had previously been crying. ‘Oh baby what is it?’ You asked as you rushed to his side, hands cupping his cheeks as you pulled him closer into your tight embrace.
‘I just- I don’t know what’s wrong with me at the minute I’ve just lost all my creativity. I can’t draw I can paint I can’t do anything’ as he finished speaking he began to cry again, his emotions becoming overwhelming.
‘Hey. Look at me. You are an incredible artist. You just need to rediscover your muse.’ You said, placing a soft kiss against his forehead. ‘But my muse is you my love. It always has been’ he replied, his fingers interlacing yours as his tears slowed.
‘Then maybe we need some time for just us. We’ve both been busy lately, and we’ve not spent much time just doing nothing together. Why don’t we both call in sick tomorrow. We can waste the day doing nothing.’ His smile grew as you spoke, clearly agreeing to your plan.
‘And hey, why wait until tomorrow. We’ve got all night for you to rediscover your spark’ you said as you dropped to your knees in front of him. ‘Baby what-‘
‘Shhh. I’m gonna help you rediscover your muse.’ Your devilish grin was all Kevin needed to know what you were planning. His hands found his zipper before you could, releasing himself from his fabric confines as you looked up at him through thick fluttering lashes.
‘Fuck baby look so pretty for me’ he praised as your mouth wrapped around his tip, teasing him with your tongue. ‘So fucking good for me. My perfect little princess’
His praises encouraged you further, your head bobbing down his length as he moaned out your name. You set your pace, bobbing up and down his length as he threw his head back, moans falling from his lips interspersed with praises. Good girl, pretty princess, my baby.
Your teasing pulled deep moans from him, his hand threading through your hair as he controlled your pace. ‘Such a good girl for me. Taking me so well. Fuck you’re so good for me baby.’ His words were broken up with small whines as you swallowed around him, the extra stimulation pulling whines from him.
His fingers tightened on your hair as he reached his high, release coating the back of your throat as you swallowed around him. You continued to kitten lick his tip as he caught his breath, his hand relaxing in your hair as you looked up at him, a sinful sight beneath his desk.
As you stood, he pulled on your shirt, tugging your face closer to his before his lips crashed against your own, the taste of his own cum fresh on your tongue.
Your kiss was slow and full of longing, and you could already feel how Kevin had calmed down, his body relaxing into your kiss. When you broke the kiss, a small trail of saliva connecting your lips, you smiled at how dazed he looked. ‘So good for me baby. God I love you so much’ he said as you wiped his lips, his eyes trained on your movements.
With your hand interlinked with his, you left his small studio, trailing to the kitchen hunting for food before finding a long discarded take out menu in a drawer.
‘How does takeout sound my love?’ You asked him, his head resting on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind. ‘Sounds perfect darling’ he replied, leaving a small kiss against your neck before walking with you to the sofa.
Comfortably snuggled up with food ordered, you put on a film, content in each others company as you felt the stress leave your husbands body.
Mission success
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