Sungchan Ig Update (230730)

be gentle

Genre: Hurt/comfort, romance, roommate! au, angst, Beomgyu x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: Beomgyu comforts his roommate after yet another break-up.

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It happened again.

This felt like such a recurring factor in Beomgyu's life. Another heartbreak he would have to live with. Another heartbreak he would have to watch and observe as you tore yourself apart of people that didn't matter. Lovers that didn't matter.

He stood outside your room a lightly knocked on the door for the third time. He could hear the sniffling sounds from your room that you tried to conceal with little effort. It was only so much he could bare.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft.

He was always soft, Beomgyu. Always gentle. He never raised a hand to you. Respected your privacy, respected your space, your time, your energy levels. Granted he was the person you probably spent the most time with without even realising it. Living with him was a breeze. It was so easy because he was so agreeable, so easy to get along with.

And he knew exactly how you ticked. Especially with regard to romance. And, if he was asked to judge, he would say that he isn't too impressed. Your track record of picking the right partner has been unimpressive, to say the least. Cheaters, assholes, gaslighting maniacs. Beomgyu couldn't believe he watched you time and time again bringing a new person into your life that he could see was not the right vibe. You attracted the wrong type of person, that was for sure. And he was another strike off the list.

You continued to sob into your pillow, even with the kind pestering of Beomgyu from the other side of your door.

"I got you a takeaway," he sounded again from outside your bedroom, "I'll leave it out here on the floor for you."

He knew what to do. He set the food down, all nicely unpacked by him, with your favourite sauces on the side and a napkin which could double up as a tissue for wiping away those persistent tears.

And then he would wait. In the living room, he would wait, legs propped up on a footstool as he watched the drama that played on the tv. His eyes were glazed over, not taking in the plot of the drama or the dialogue between characters. His mind was elsewhere.

It would take about 10 minutes for you to have finished your meal and emerge finally from your room. By that time, you would be wrapped up in a blanket-cocoon as you shuffled to the living room, plopping yourself to the seat next to Beomgyu. You didn't look at him, even if you felt his intense gaze on you.

Your roommate was stubborn at times. He almost always got his way, but, infuriating as it was, you couldn't hate him for it. Not ever.

He paused the tv and continued to look at you. By that time, you turned your head away shamefully.

"Talk to me."

It was an instruction that you didn't want to comply with. You turned to him meekly, with glazed, red eyes from all the crying.

"There's nothing to say," you sniffled, "you know what's happened."

A helpless feeling took over Beomgyu as he saw the tears prick up in the corners of your eyes. It was enough to make his heart clench for you. It was enough to turn him angry. Angry at the people who had screwed you over time and time again. Furious at the frequency of such awful people in your life, and such bad decisions on your part. It was only so much he could bare.

He turned his gaze away so you didn't see the anger in his eyes.

"You're so gentle, Gyu."

The sound of your voice perking up again echoed in his brain.

"So, so gentle."

You sounded tired; emotionally exhausted from the hours of crying, the days you spent fretting over someone useless, the months you spent pining over a person who was bound to break your heart in the first place.

Beomgyu was tired of this too.

"I don't feel gentle, Y/N. Not now," Beomgyu confessed honestly, glaring at the ground, "how dare they treat you like this."

The tears, by this time, had stopped flowing. You had very little in you left to feel, and yet there was a nagging feeling you couldn't get rid of. The feeling of curiosity for the man who sat next to you.

"I sure know how to pick 'em," you joked bitterly, sniffing once more and reaching to grab a tissue from the side.

When you turned around, your eyes locked with Beomgyu's. His eyes were like the moonlight; a milky shine glimmering in the deep brown pools of his iris' as you swam in the hopeful delight of his gaze. You felt the intense emotions convey just through his eyes alone. The hurt he felt with you, the frustration of the same painful occurrence, and the protective urge he had over you. You felt safe under his gaze. You felt safe just by being with him. And that was something you couldn't say about any other person you had been with.

Lifting his hand to your face, he cupped the side of your cheek tenderly. His long bangs caught elegantly between his eyelashes as he gazed downwards at you. There were so many colliding emotions rippling through his system, it was almost overwhelming. How could he provide comfort, solace, shelter and reassurance all at once? How could he do all this when the only thing he wanted to do was kiss you?

You waited for him with eager eyes, to do whatever he must with you.

The softer side of him took over. As you closed your eyes, he leaned down slowly, and it was as if time stopped. His lips landed on your nose; a cute, small whisper of a kiss that you had never quite experienced before.

He pulled away bashfully and gazed downwards at his hands. Your eyes fluttered open, and a small smile pulled at your lips.

Never had anyone treated you with such kindness. It was a different feeling. A feeling you wanted to chase after and explore.

But you knew in your heart that no one would give you this feeling again. Not a soul could display this much compassion.

No one else but him.

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18+ mdni. not proofread. fem!reader. 1.7k words. a/n. this has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now so i decided to finish it :P

perv!anton, who is the perfect neighbour. he's tidy, polite, respectful, and quiet. it’s a dream living next to him, really. when you first moved in, he brought you an array of sweet treats and savoury snacks to welcome you to the neighbourhood. he was so friendly and kind to you, letting you know that if you needed anything, he was just a house away! little did you know that it was all a ploy.

perv!anton, who befriends you only to see your pretty face and even prettier body more often. he tries so hard to pay attention to what you say, but he just ends up staring at your plush lips, wishing he could kiss them, or see them wrapped around his cock. him being distracted by you gives you the illusion that’s he’s a great listener, when in reality, he’s just zoning out on the dip of your waist, the curve of your neck, your hands, and definitely your tits.

perv!anton, who nearly lost his mind when he found out your bedroom was right across from him, your window nearly lined up perfectly with his. poor horny baby stands behind his curtain every night, peeking over the side to watch you undress, tracing your silhouette with lust-filled eyes. he can’t help the way his hand slithers down his boxers to toy with his pretty cock, imagining it’s your pussy that’s wrapped around it instead.

perv!anton, who has committed every piece of you to his memory. every feature and quirk of your face, every line of your body, he thinks about them all day. he loves to imagine ruining you slowly — shoving his tongue past your lips, massaging your tits, marking your neck, sliding one of his long, pretty fingers down your panties to play with your clit. it’s consumes him — the idea of fucking such a gorgeous girl silly.

perv!anton, who stole a pair of your panties one day. you had kindly invited him over for a movie night, and while you had excused yourself to the bathroom, he sneakily slipped away into your closet. with his heart pounding out in his chest, he sifted through your drawers, desperately trying to find your intimates. he ended up stuffing a thin, pink lace pair of panties into his back pocket. he smiled to himself softly as he laid back on your bed and you walked in without a clue in the world of what he just did.

perv!anton, who tries your pair of panties on the moment he’s back in his own room. he’s so shy about it, even though nobody’s there to look at him. he stands in front of his full-length mirror, admiring how tiny they are on him, and how his thick cock pokes the delicate fabric, creating a little tent. he fucks his fist right then and there, so turned on by the filthy sight. poor baby boy is so obsessed with them, he sleeps with them under his pillow every night, taking them out to stuff his mouth with whenever he humps the edge of his bed to relieve himself.

perv!anton who imagines you bouncing on his cock so he can fall asleep every night. some people count sheep, others recount the activities they did during the day, but not anton. all he needs to lull him to dreamland is the vision of you on top of him, his throbbing red cock disappearing into your sopping wet pussy . he wonders what exactly your moans sound like — he knows they’re pretty, but he dreams of the day he’ll be able to hear them in his ear from you mewling out in pleasure all because of him.

perv!anton, who isn’t as slick as he thinks he is…

you’ve caught him staring through your window plenty of times, mostly because you’ve wanted to get a peek of anton yourself. how could you not? he was such a pretty boy, so soft-spoken and unassuming, and so big. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t had lewd thoughts about him.

which is why, one night, you purposefully leave your curtains open, so he can see all of you.

that night, he’s perched at his window as usual, peeking around the one curtain that’s drawn. one large hand slowly massages his length up and down as he waits for you. he gathers up the warm pre-cum that’s leaking out of him with two fingers and coats his cock with it. soft, quiet whines escape his lips, noises made in pleading.

you enter your room, setting up your bed the way you like it for the night. anton waits for you to draw your curtains, but you don’t. he’s confused, brows furrowed as he watches you work at your desk for a bit, then disappear into your closet for a while.

he stands by his window dumbly, his hand barely pumping his cock anymore. where did his pretty girl go? he can’t cum without the sight of you, and he needs to cum. his dick is aching, and every nerve in his body feels taut. he’s about to give up, his head resting against his curtain with his eyes closed, when he decides to check one last time. he looks behind the curtain to find you staring right back at him, your arms crossed with your lips fashioned into a playful grin.

poor anton gets so shy, his cheeks flushing crimson. he squeals and hides away, backing into the wall. he’s so embarrassed, he starts to feel light-headed. with heaving breaths, he slowly inches towards the window to see if you’re still there. maybe you had finally shut the curtains. he still needed to cum after all, and he knew that he’d find a way to live with the shame, eventually, even if that meant coordinating his every move in way that let him never cross your path ever again.

to his surprise, you’re still stood there, with the same smirk on your face, but something else rests in your eyes. lust? hunger? anton can’t quite put his finger on it, but it sends a jolt of excitement straight to his cock, and he wraps his sticky hand around it once more, his thumb grazing his slit slightly. his mouth hangs open in fascination as he studies your movements.

you smile at him knowingly, the only thought running through your mind is that you want to put on a show for him — finally give him what he’s been wanting. what’s the harm in such a pretty, loser boy taking pleasure in your body? you wanted to see him squirm, wanted to see him completely unravel in front of you.

you languidly slip off your clothing, piece by piece, making sure to drag the tips of your fingers down your skin gently. he stares at you as you get to your shorts, shimmying them down your legs, then teasingly stopping at your bra. you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him if you should unclasp it. anton just nods stupidly, his head slightly hitting the window. you giggle at his desperation, taking off your bra strap by strap, until your tits fall out, bouncing lightly.

anton continues to fist his cock, a string of filthy moans leaving his lips as he watches you play with your nipples, pinching and pulling and twisting them around. his hand pumps harder, and he starts to feel his knees weaken, so he leans his body against the window for extra support.

you quickly pull your desk chair up to the window, sitting down on it with your legs spread prettily, as far as they could go. you’re sure he can see your folds peeking through the thin, flimsy fabric of your panties.

you let one hand travel up your neck so you can slide two fingers in your mouth. you glide them in and out, lapping them up in spit. you over exaggerate your expressions, knowing it’ll drive sweet, pathetic anton closer to his climax. you roll your eyes to the back of your head, opening your mouth wide, continuing to drag your fingers up and down your tongue.

anton is so lost in his pleasure, he’s stopped moving his hand completely, only keeping it as stiff as possible so he can rut his cock back and forth into it. his eyes are half-lidded, his mouth still hanging open, a tiny bit of drool seeping past his bottom lip and down his chin. loud, raspy moans interrupt his curses and nonsensical blabbers. he’s close, so close.

you trail your wet fingers down your bare stomach, your other hand reaching down to pull your panties to the side, letting your drenched pussy out, all for anton to enjoy. he lets out a high-pitched mewl at the sight. you’re even prettier than he imagined — so wet, all for him. his vision starts to blur from this tears in his eyes. pathetic sobs escape him as he watches you stuff three fingers into your cunt, every so slowly. he pictures his cock in place of them, stretching every inch of your pussy.

you never break his gaze as you ride your fingers, keeping your mouth open and your head tilted back just to rile him up even more. anton is drenched in sweat; small patches soak through his shirt, and the ends of his hair are soaked. f-fuck, please, y/n. you can just barely make out the words he says, his breath fogging up a tiny area of the window.

you rock your hips back and forth faster, curling your fingers to hit your sweet spot. you quickly reach your high, moaning out anton’s name repeatedly as thick, white cum leaks out of you.

seeing his name written on your lips so filthily sends anton over the edge. he quickens his pace in his last few thrusts, his hand starting to cramp up from how tight it was wrapped around his cock. something between a loud sob and a yelp leaves him, his voice cracking near the end as his cum shoots out of him, spattering onto his window. his tip barley brushes against the glass but he uses the friction to ride out his high, his forehead resting against the slightly fogged up pane. he tries to catch his breath as he studies you through blurred vision.

you stand up from the chair, readjusting your panties. you lean against your window, your head tilted with a sickly sweet smile on your face, taking so much pleasure at how fucked out anton looks.

you blow him a kiss goodnight, then shut your curtains as if nothing ever happened.

a/n — y’all idk what the hell happened at the end, it was nawtttt supposed to be that long :’) i’m just such a whore for anton, i guess. also for the plot let us pretend reader doesn’t have opaque curtians lol. hope you liked it <3

JAKE IN THE RECENT LIVE??! Want him to fuck me while he calls me bunny and he’s the big bad wolf😈

“yeah? bunny likes it when i fuck her like that?”

“that’s my good bunny, so tight for me.”

“fuck, you’re so wet for me, bunny.”

all while he fucks your deeply, whispering in your ear with his deep and accented voice.

THANK YOU TO THE USER TO TAKE A DOUBLE ANGLE WE DON'T DESERVE U😭

@/Lee Heesung

MELO....

i’m gonna fuck him just so you know we’re having sex

fucking yourself on your bestfriend seunghan’s cock while he’s smoking….. 🫠

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: use of marijuana

“s’okay,” seunghan says, voice light and slow, hands already traveling to the strings of his sweats, “I don’t mind.”

you follow his movements, the discomfort between your legs growing when he lifts his hips, pulling his pants down. he is still soft and limp as he takes his dick into his hands, tugging on it. you blink, wetting your eyes that had gone dry as you kept your eyes trained on him.

his nonchalance intimidated you, the way he swiftly pulled his pants down after a bashful admission that the squirming in your seat was due to the wet patch spreading in your panties.

“won’t take me long to get hard,” his free hand lifts the joint, positioning it by his lips, “I jerk off to you all the time. just look at me.”

your eyes meet his, heavy and red in color, his throat bobs as he swallows, thumbs sweeping over his swelling tip. “h-here,” he mumbles, extending his arm to give you the joint still held between his fingers.

you slowly look at it, watching it blur as your eyes focus on his spread legs behind it. seunghan is already hard as he continues to pump himself, growing even stiffer by the second. your tongue slides between your lips as you blink, tearing your eyes away and taking the joint from seunghan’s hands.

“okay,” seunghan breathes out, firm grip on his base as he runs his eyes over your face, “c’mere.”

you blink slowly, motioning the joint in your hand.

“just put it out,” he murmurs, gently pulling it from your hands and stubbing it out carelessly. “we can always light another just,” seunghan’s fingers tap his thigh, “just sit on me first.”

a light twitch of his dick has your mouth going dry and your pussy clenching, eager to be split open on your best friends cock. you slowly inch closer, throwing one of your legs over his hips and pushing your fluffy shorts to one side. your fingers easily glide through your folds.

seunghan grips your outer thighs, gently squeezing, “fuck.”

you look up at him, finding his gaze trained on your barely visible cunt and the way your fingers worked to prepare yourself for his cock. it jumps again in anticipation, making seunghan’s hips roll beneath you. you finally align yourself, sinking down onto him with a long sigh. seunghan groans, pelvis tensing as his hips stutter towards you.

“sorry,” he mumbles, reaching for another joint and his lighter, “take your time.”

hai !!! i’m excited for your blog !!! do u have any thoughts that u wanna share about the 3 (kammy, brian, and jiho)? i don’t have any thoughts atm but if i can become 🎀 anon i will come here when i do!!!

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hello~ thank you so much, i’m excited too! i’m looking forward to having fun and seeing the community grow ^^

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ kamden is a dominant leaning switch. he has his moments where he wants to give up complete control, but oftentimes he likes to call the shots. he’s not harsh by any means, though. a soft dom, perhaps. i think he’s soft all around, not much into hard things, whether domming or subbing.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ brian is a sub. he seems like the type to go along with what others want, and that doesn’t change when it comes to his partner. he’s pretty vanilla as well, but may be open to experimenting with certain things. perhaps like overstimulation or edging.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ jiho is a service top. it can be a bit confusing at first, as it seems like he’s the one taking charge, but he follows your lead entirely. he’s not submissive nor dominant, really. his goal is just to have a good sexual experience and make sure you’re satisfied. your pleasure is his pleasure.

lee jeonghyeon smut🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Warning ⚠️ : roommates fucking, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, M4F, pet names(princess,doll), size difference, filth, make out session, rough sex, strongM, kind of pervert leejeon, lmk if i forgot anything else!!

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Part 2

It’s a regular day. Sitting at home just as usual, scrolling on your phone. You were the only person in the apartment since your roommate was busy on his errands. But you couldn’t complain because he was a serious prick. Always making fun of you and other things you could care less about. But the real problem was when he had friends over. They were noisy and arrogant just as he was. But the rent was really good for such a nice place, so you decided to stay there.

After what felt like ages of scrolling the said man walks through the door with groceries in hand. He walks past you as if your not there and goes straight to the kitchen . “Be a doll and come help me.” You here a voice call. Considering how he was kind enough to buy food you decided to help, stepping into the kitchen and putting things away. You needed to put a cereal box on the top shelf in a cabinet but couldn’t reach. Just as you were about to give up you feel a taller frame press against your smaller one, and a larger hand go over yours to put the cereal away.

In a panic you immediately turn around and look up at him, only to see his classic little smirk he does when he knows he got under your skin. “What the hell Lee..” you say and then avert your gaze. Knowing that he’s being a smug little brat and trying his little Fuck boy advances on you, of course you don’t want to feed into his bullshit. “What? What’s the matter L/N” he said, still taunting you. Gosh, as much as you hate to admit it.. he looks really hot right now.

Dark, messy hair yet sexy. Lightly tanned skin from being in the sun. Gosh, the black t-shirt that showed off his yummy biceps, and along his arms trace those veins all the way to his long slender hands that look perfect for what you were missing. His beautiful eyes that were fixated upon your face, holding emotions that you’d never know. “Gosh, has he always look this good?” You thought to yourself but was quickly caught off guard by his low voice snapping you back into reality. “How long are you gonna stare at what you can’t have?” Is what he said. Who the hell does he think he is? “What?” You respond a little annoyed at his ego. “You heard me cute stuff.” He said turning around to go to the fridge. Man, why was he such a dick. But a good looking one.

Not long after you two put the groceries away, you made the two of you some ramen. You put the bowls and take his to his door, sitting it on the floor and giving the door a good knock to alert him. “Thank you” you here the male call out. “Whatever.” You retort and make your way to your room. Man that ramen was amazing. You take the bowl to the kitchen and make your return to your room. And take a little nap

11:44pm

You wake up to a weird sound. You take a look around you dark room and spot nothing out of the ordinary. That being said you stand up and make your way to the hallway where the sounds are louder. And then coming from… jeonghyeons room?! But it sounds like he’s in pain.. “should I check on him?” You think to yourself. You stand there for a few and decide that you should go check it out. You see a small amount of light coming from his room, meaning the door was cracked. So you gather up your courage and push the door open just to reveal a sweaty jeonghyeon stroking his cock with his head thrown back. “What the hell. What do I do ?!” You screamed in your head as your eyes went large. He lifts his head and stops his movements as it settles down in his head that you just walked in on him “are you gonna stay for the show?” He ask as he continues back to his activities “I-im so sorry!!” You say but are unable to move “that’s fine.. wanna come help me?” He says, smirking at you like always. But how can you turn him down?

It’s impossible right? Well your right. So, you make you way to him while he strokes his cock watching you movements. You stop in front of him and sit on your knees, starting to feel embarrassed. You the look up at him waiting for an response. Sensing that he tells you to open your mouth so you follow. His mushroom shaped tip pushes its way past your plump lips. Soon enough it touches the back of your throat so you pull away and lower you head back down and look up at him to see how he’s responding to your ministrations. His eyes are closed and eyebrows knitted together. You swirl your tongue around the glands the down his shaft, earning a grunt from him . Not long after he grabbed you hair, pushing your head down his cock and the a warm liquid filling your mouth and senses. You pull away and swallow, a small cough coming from you.

The man stands up and lifts you to your feet. You look at him with curiosity. He leads you to his bed, where he throws you in the center of. He go on top of you and looks you in the eye briefly before devouring your lips with his own. He bit your bottom lip gently, requesting access to you so you obliged. Exploring each other with excitement and anticipation for one another. The kiss was sensual and lustful. Hot and steamy. He tugged on your shirt, requesting it off, so you sat up and discarded the clothing including your bra. His large hands leaving your waist to now play with your tits, lowering his head to suck on you left nippy. Not forgetting to show the other some affection he tends to both of them. Lowering his kisses until he reaches your underwear. He lifts his head, looking at you. You give him a nod of confirmation and that’s all it takes for him to pull them off and get to work. The feeling of warmth all over you lower half, sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of euphoria as his tongue explores your most sensitive spotes, gently sucking and licking your bud. His long slinder middle finger finds its way to you hole, rubbing teasing circles around it and gently dipping into it. “Fuck” you grunt out, hearing a giggle from the man before feeling his finger push its way into your gummy walls, earning a louder whimper. He promptly gives you a few thrust before adding his index finger earning a strained series of a lewd moans before quickening his pace. It doesn’t take home long enough to find a weak spot and curl his fingers there while his tongue is working on your bundle of nerves. The feeling of ecstasy engulfs you but right before the wave hits fully he pulls away, chin glistening with your juices that he wipes away with the back of his hand. He leans in to kiss you to which you quickly respond to. The kiss was much more lustful now, more desire for one another and the burning fame of passion to be one. “You want this as much as me right?” He asked through the kiss. “Mhm” you hum back “words princess” he says pulling away just a little while waiting for your voice. “I wanna do it lee” you say softly. He smiles then aligns his cock with your hole, tip sliding in with ease considering how wet your cunt is. Bottoming out completely earning a loud whimper out of you. Halting his movements to let you adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long for you to get impatient “please..” you say out of eagerness for him to fill you up. Upon hearing that he delivers a series of shallow thrust to make sure you can handle him. Hearing your moans he takes that as a sign to start. Movements becoming faster and harder over time, the room stuffy from the two of you being horny fucks, and the melody of your moans and whimpers mixed with skin slapping and his own grunting and moans.

The feeling of him pounding your cunt is sending you closer to an orgasm, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you to oblivion. On the other hand he’s getting harder instead of relieving himself. The way you pussy sucks him in and tightens with every move of his cock, or the way your crying and moaning because of how good he’s fucking you. Or maybe because he’s always had little fantasies about you.. his cute little roomie. Interesting.

His cock hitting your gspot sending pleasure waves through your body pushing you to the edge. “gonna cum for me baby?” He breathed out, grip tightening on your thigh. “Mhm. So close.” You respond, orgasm approaching closer. “Cum for me then..” and that’s all it takes. Body shaking while he holds your hands, chasing his high now,His thrust becomes more frantic and strong, overstimulation occupies your senses meanwhile he’s chasing his orgasm, and with a few thrust he cums deep in your cunt, letting out a string of grunts and panting noises.

After you both calm down he pulls out and watches his cum ooze out of your hole. He reaches for tissue on the nightstand to clean you both up. “Are you ok?” He asked with his shit eating smirk on his face. “I’m fine..” you replied rolling your eyes while speaking with a huff. After you both a clean he goes to get you a shirt from his dresser and lays next to you in just his boxers. Drowsiness starts settling in as you lay next to the pretty man and you fall into a slumber. He pulls you close and falls fast asleep while keeping you near.

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3 BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS WITH MY MAN JUNHYEON!!!!

3 - "I'm bored" ; "let me fuck you then"

금준현- Junhyeon //best friends to lovers //unprotected sex

You were lying on Junhyeon's body looking at the phone without any interest in what you saw, your friend the same, bored but without saying a word, he was almost asleep when you made a movement above him, sitting up immediately "I' m bored" you said with a subtle pout on your lips, sly. Being discreet was not something that Junhyeon had as a higher quality, so he looked at you: "let me fuck you then" the phrase came out casually, as if by chance they were used to it, well, maybe yes, it had been weeks since you guys had left that half-stage best friends so you could hook up sometimes, nothing much beyond intense making out, but you felt so bored and obviously you said yes, so it escalates pretty quickly. Now Junhyeon is between your legs, your fingers sliding down his sweaty back, marking the skin, junhyeon meows like a kitten, moving his hips in the most comfortable direction, arms below your body to give firmness "fuck" you dedicated, he's kissing your shoulders and neck, sometimes slowing down to suck and play with your nipples, making your back incurve by the way he did everything so masterfully "feels good?" He asks subtly, his eyes shining in your direction, wanting to capture your beautiful reactions "y-yes" you said so desperately, moving your hips towards him for the simple fact that he stopped what he was doing "please continue" you she pleaded, smiling as you felt his lips on yours, and then moaned as junhyeon started to move again, delivering what you needed, open mouth kisses he started to suck and sigh against your lips as he started to feel he was close to the edge "fill me" you whisper between your lips "that was fucking hot-shit" he responds still with his lips still close to yours, thrusting, bumping against your hip, leading "cum with me" he asks subtly and lowers his face to fit on your neck, alternating speeds, containing his sensations as you take in all of your pleasure, letting go, slowly feeling the heat rise "I-I'm almost there" you alert junhyeon who grunts in response and then lets it all out , you moaning and moving your hips simultaneously to the limit.