Caught | K.SN (drabble)

Caught | K.SN (drabble)

pairing: idolbf!sunoo x fem!reader

genre: established relationship au, explicit content (mdni)

warnings: slight exhibition, slight voyeurism, mentions of masturbation (solo fem), doggy, reverse cowgirl, mating press, cream pie, unprotected sex (a big no) , nicknames, degradation, insinuating riding, let me know if i missed any!

word count: 1.1k

a/n: looks familiar? i had posted it on @/emi-en, my previous blog.

When Sunoo came home early from practice, he expected to catch you off guard and surprise you, since you both hadn’t really been able to spend much time together because of how packed his schedule is. What he didn’t expect was for you to surprise him instead… albeit unintentionally.

There was an absolute pin drop silence as both of you stared at each other, heat creeping up your neck at the embarrassment of having been caught. But could he blame you? You both could rarely spend any time together because of his schedule, sex life almost non-existent. You missed him and his touch, of course you would want to take matters into your own hands. Besides, the way he was staring at you right now? Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

The next few moments were a blur. One second you guys were having an intense staring contest, while the next second he was pushing your face into the pillow, one hand gripping your hip tight enough for it to bruise, pistoning his hips into yours at an extremely fast pace, balls smacking against the back of your thighs every time. He let out a grunt, fisting your hair and pulling you up, your back colliding with his bare chest. He brought his lips near your ear.

“Dirty little slut, couldn’t even wait for me patiently. If you wanted to get fucked like a whore you could have simply asked me, instead of humping my pillow like a bitch in heat.”

You moaned, the degradation traveling straight to your cunt, causing you to clench around him. He groaned at the feeling, pistoning his hips up into yours, his cock brushing against your cervix every time. Your mewls increased in volume, signaling that you were close. He fastened his pace, growling into your ear. “Don't you dare cum before I tell you to, or else–”

You cut him off with a loud moan, the coil in your stomach springing free. Your pussy clenched around him tightly, almost tight enough to push him out. Your orgasm washed over you, causing a white ring to form at the base of his cock. His eyes darkened at the sight, before he pulled out.

You shivered as the cold air came in contact with your now empty hole, before gasping as you were suddenly flipped on your back. You made eye contact with him, gulping at his expression. Gone was your cute, bubbly boyfriend, replaced by someone so much more menacing. Sunoo’s eyes were pitch black as he glared at you, his jaw clenched tightly, a vein protruding in his neck. The sight was unfamiliar to you, since you were used to seeing him be your sweet and bubbly boyfriend, who always made sure to take good care of you during sex, always being gentle with you and showering you with praises. Seeing him like this however, was new for you, but were you complaining? Definitely not. His pissed off expression made you gulp, your pussy clenching around nothing.

He kept staring at you with a clenched jaw for a few seconds, before abruptly wrapping his hand around your neck, squeezing tightly, enough to cut off your air flow. He leaned down to your face. “Didn't I tell you to not cum? Is it so hard for you to listen for once? Do you enjoy being an impatient brat, baby? Hm?”

You were starting to grow wet again, your slick gushing out of you and starting to form a wet patch on the bed, something that definitely did not go unnoticed by him. He scoffed, his grip on your neck tightening. “Are you enjoying this? Such a dirty little whore, of course you like this.”

He let go of your neck, before wrapping his hands under your legs, lifting them up and throwing them over his shoulders. He aligned himself with your entrance again, pushing inside, bottoming out in one go. He gave you no time to adjust, pounding into you with no mercy. Mewls and choked gasps spilled from your lips, as you chanted his name like a prayer. Sunoo nearly folded your body in half, hips pistoning into yours at an unforgiving pace. His cock brushed against your g-spot, causing you to cry out. He fastened his pace, his cock repeatedly hitting the same spot, causing the coil in your stomach to tighten once again. He brought one hand down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves at a fast pace. The added sensation caused you to cry out, clenching around him tightly. Your second orgasm washed over you, as he helped you ride it out. He didn't stop pounding into you even after you were done, chasing after his own high, causing you to whimper from the overstimulation. You writhed in his grasp, tears springing to your eyes as you begged– “S-Sunoo please it h-hurts–”

He ignored you, nearly folding your body in half as he kept pounding into you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling up the room. He gritted out through his teeth. “You wouldn't be clenching around me so tightly if it actually hurt.”

You whined, tears breaking free from your eyes. The sight of your tears made him snap, making him pound into you with renowned vigor. He could tell you were close again by the change of pitch in your voice, causing him to taunt you. “Fixing to cum again, doll? Weren't you just complaining about how it hurt?”

His degrading words tipped you over the edge, making you cum again, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Your orgasm triggered his own, as he stilled inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside you. He slowly pulled out, a mixture of your release dripping down his cock and your thighs, staining the sheets. You felt beyond exhausted, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.

Sunoo, on the other hand, had different plans. He pulled you up by the waist, situating you on his lap. You whimpered as you felt his bulge underneath you, still painfully hard. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You didn't think it's over, did you? I told you not to cum, not unless I told you to. Yet you went ahead and disobeyed me like an impatient slut, not once but three times. Since you wanted to cum so bad, you will be cumming for me for the entire night, doesn't matter if it ‘hurts’. Impatient sluts like you deserve worse, be glad I'm letting you cum at all.”

that thing u said abt dry humping w mimo…………………. mmmmgh

I just typed out three whole paragraphs and then looked at them and was like ... I need to write this, don't I ... so

🔞 1.3k words, dry humping in grey sweats, big cock minho

"Ah, fuuuck."

Minho's voice is shot. He's breathing another curse against the side of your face, both his hands on your ass, rutting you down just as he grinds upwards, dragging his cock over your clit at an angle that makes you groan into his neck.

"M-Min," you mumble, smush your palm against the side of his face, dragging him back and into a filthy kiss. It's really nothing much like a kiss, open mouths sliding together, tangles tangling, spit pooling, but he doesn't seem to mind. He groans louder, digs his fingers into your ass, grinds up harder.

You know you could cum like this, have plenty of times before, just like this, making out on the sofa after a long day, humping your pussy against his cock until you both fall apart.

But Minho has a mad glint in his eyes today, one that is just on the right side of horny and unhinged and makes you even wetter. You love when you don't know what's going on in his weird brain. You love being surprised by it.

You hear Minho growl before you're suddenly being dragged upright and then your world flips and you're underneath him.

Minho sits back on his haunches, towers over you like this. His eyes are dark, a mad glint and unbridled, horny need pinning you to the cushions with such intensity that it makes your whole body shudder. His eyelids flutter when you do. He licks his lips, then his eyes dip down, along your body, until they're fixed between your legs.

Slowly, he reaches out, drags his fingertips over your clothed cunt, relishes in the gasp you let out. Then he uses his other hand to fist the material, pull it up, taut, the thin-ish material of your sweats riding in between your folds and you're sure he can see the outline of absolutely everything like this.

But somehow, it still doesn't seem enough, when he grunts and grabs first your own ankle, then the other, and throws them up and over his shoulders, before spreading your thighs for him.

Then he goes back in, pulls your sweats taut over your pussy and groans.

"Fuck, your little pussy looks so good like this, baby," he mumbles, his free hand coming down to stroke you again. It's not enough to get you off, but the barely there, consistent pressure of two of his fingers dragging up and down your slit are just enough to make your pussy throb. You can feel the wetness pool, ready to take his cock and then some, but he doesn't seem to plan on doing that anytime soon.

When he stops, you have to swallow down a pathetic moan. Your whole body is thrumming with need. But then he suddenly digs his thumb right where your hole is and your back arches off the sofa.

"'re you wet, baby?" he murmurs, barely audibly, almost like he's talking to himself. His eyes are glued to his finger, where it's rubbing and rubbing and rubbing against your hole, ignoring where you're writhing and mewling underneath him.

"M-Min, p-please," you wail out, but he doesn't react, only grabs your ankle tighter to hold you in place.

Then he suddenly stops, sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and groans.

"Ah, fuck yeah," he groans out, "knew you were."

It dawns on you then. He wanted your slick wetness to seep through your panties, all the way through your thin, grey sweatpants.

"Dirty boy," you manage to gasp out, but he just grins without tearing his eyes away from between your legs, and starts palming his own cock through his sweats.

"Wish you could see yourself like this, baby," he purrs, his breathing getting heavier, "look so fuckin' good."

Before you can say anything else, he shuffles closer, until he's kneeling right between your legs, and he takes a hold of your right leg again. With one, strong movement, he pulls you up until your lower back is no longer resting on the sofa, your pussy lined up right in front of his cock.

He's still palming himself, but then he lets go, surveys the scene. His eyebrows knit together, and he for a second he looks so cute, so disgruntled, that you could coo at him. But that moment passes when he shoves his hand in his pants, takes ahold of his boxers and pulls them down below his balls.

When he pulls his hand back and lets go of his cock you see why.

It's standing out in front of him, proud, and thick and rock fucking solid, tenting his sweats in a way that is frankly fucking obscene.

And then he fists the material of your sweats in one hand, grabs a hold of his cock in the other, just his thumb, pressing against the base of himself, and rubs his cock right over your clit.

Stars explode in your vision, your walls flutter around nothing, your whole body pulled taut because holy fuck why does that feel so good.

Minho is always a little quieter, but even he can't control the wet little groan that rolls from his tongue when he ruts forward, when he can see the outline of the head of his cock every time he thrusts.

Minho uses the grip on your ankle to pull you back up from where you collapsed in on yourself with the onslaught of pressure, and it just makes Minho's cock nestle more perfectly in between the lips of your pussy, something that is apparently very much visible because Minho moans and his hips stutter.

"God, fuck," he pants, presses his cock down harder, ruts into you a little faster, "fuck, I can feel you."

You can't respond, but you know you don't have to. Minho knows. He knows your body inside and out, can probably tell from the erratic twitching of your hips that you're hurtling towards an orgasm so intense it will probably leave you so boneless after that he will have to carry you to bed.

Minho throws his head back with a moan and fucks his hips forward faster, the head of his cock dragging all over you perfectly, rubbing over your whole, then bumping into your clit, and that combined with the friction from all the cotton and jersey drives you over the edge.

You come with a strangled, broken moan, your back arching, vision whiting out, so overwhelmed that your thighs shake, try to close, even though they're still in Minho's iron grip, and Minho ... loses it.

In one single movement, he leans forward, catches himself with a hand on the back of the sofa, presses his cock into your folds with his entire palm and fucks into you so hard and fast it ruts you up the sofa with every thrust, until he throws his head back, his whole body shudders and he comes.

You watch in fascination as he does, watch his cock twitch, then, little white droplets of his cum pushing through the fabric and pearling up before they get smeared against your own, soiled, slick darkened sweats.

When he's done, he sways and collapses into your chest, his sweaty face smushing against your jaw.

You briefly think about making some joke-y comment about how he ruined both of your clothes, but your floaty, completely empty mind simply can't conjure up the energy to pretend you care.

"Holy fuck," Minho slurs, his breath still puffing heavily against your skin.

"That was the filthiest fucking thing we've ever done, somehow, and we're entirely clothed," you muse and Minho snorts, then giggles happily. He shifts in your arms and hisses.

"I think I chafed my dick," he groans, and this time it's you who giggles. He pulls back and stares you down, his mouth open in disbelief.

"Sorry, baby," you coo, lean forward to press a kiss into his lips. You mean for it to just be a peck, but Minho forces his tongue into your mouth immediately, kissing you quick and dirty and so dizzyingly that by the time you pull back, you almost forgot what you were about to say.

His eyes are glued to your lips when you speak, but they snap up and darken with mischief when you do.

"Want me to kiss it better?"

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240719 [stargaze_1115]

꒰‧⁺ Casual *ೃ༄

*ೃ summary: where your relationship with Jake is a 'no attachments' one

pairings: jake x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: angst, some suggestive mentions, reader is Jay's little sister

Jake Sim was known around school for a range of different stuff: his abilities in soccer, his disponibility to tutor people in Math, his great looks and even greater personality and, most importantly, his inability to have one night stands and casual flings. 

Despite being very popular among the ladies, Jake was never one to sleep around. First of all, ‘cause he considered himself a gentleman and he couldn’t really fathom the idea of one night stands. Secondly, he cherished the intimacy of knowing and loving someone more than the physical aspect of his possible relationships. 

But against all that and his better judgment, Jake Sim found himself having a casual friends-with-benefits relationship with you. 

And it's not like he didn’t know what he was getting into when you first caught his attention. You were Jay’s little sister, who he always warned his friends was off limits: not only was he acting like the protective older brother, but also ‘cause he was afraid of needing to pick sides if things didn’t work. 

It all began in one of the many sleepovers he had with your brother and their other friends, when it was so late it was almost morning and all of the guys were scattered in mattresses in the middle of the living room and Jake went to the kitchen to get a cup of water. And even though it was your house too, he wasn’t expecting to find you sitting on the counter with a bowl of cereal, dressed only in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of fluffy socks.

Jake didn’t really expect you to ask him if he wanted cereal too, or for him to say yes, but then he found himself sitting by your side, eating and talking in a low volume not to wake up the guys. He didn’t expect to end up kissing you in the middle of the kitchen, his hands holding your face as you stood in front of him, his legs dangling from the counter he was still sitting on. 

He also didn’t expect to be caught by Heesung leaving your room in the morning, but still, there he was. What he did expect though was the face and scoff he received from him when Jake said that it was only a one time thing. 

But it didn’t take long for Jake to see that it wasn’t in fact a one time thing. It barely took a whole week in reality, as he had to work on a few group assignments from a class he shared with Jay. 

As your brother left the house to buy food for both of them, you left your room to greet Jake. At least that’s what you said when you straddled him and kissed him, making him a breathless blushing mess under you. It’s not like you had a lot of time, but it was enough to convince him to accompany you upstairs so you could help him with the raging boner he got from having you on top of him; and enough for Jay not to suspect a thing when he came back with chicken wings and lamen for them. 

And as weeks went by, Jake gave up on keeping count of how many kisses he shared with you and how many times he ended up on your bed when he really shouldn’t. It also became harder to hide what was happening from Jay, as Jake couldn’t really hide the way his eyes would follow you every time you moved, or how smily he became whenever you gave him an ounce of attention, or even how much of a coincidence it was that both you seemed to have hickeys around the same time period. 

So to say that he was shocked that Jay already knew everything was an understatement. Jake had spent a whole lot of time overthinking that conversation with your brother, planning what to say and how to run away if Jay wanted to punch him in the face, only for him to keep an uninterested face and say he knew. 

-My sister told me when I found one of your sweatshirts in her room last week. 

-And you’re not like, mad?

-Not at you bro, but at her? Totally. I told her not to fuck around with my friends, especially for her ‘no strings attached’ bullshit. 

And as relieved as Jake was that Jay was not going to kill him, something in what he said rubbed him in the wrong way, but he couldn’t really understand why. Was it the way that Jay looked at him, pity in his eyes? Was it the fact that, despite all the nights you spent laying naked by his side and talking about everything and nothing with him, you still considered your relationship just ‘casual’?

Maybe it was the way that, on the next sleepover the guys had, you came home laughing and holding hands with another guy. You froze on your tracks upon seeing your brother and his friends in the living room, and you blushed when you looked in Jake’s eyes. Or the way you apologized to the guy you were with, saying how you didn’t know your brother would have friends over, just for him to smile and say that it was fine and his roommate wasn’t home, and you left with him again. 

And Jake felt like shit when all his friends' eyes turned to him, worry stamped on their faces. But he forced a smile, grabbed one of the controllers and told his friends he was fine, despite none of them believing. 

-We’re just casual guys.

But he felt sort of grateful the next morning, when you were already back home and Jay thought the guys were still asleep in the living room and he could hear your brother scolding you about what happened. He just pretended to sleep when Jay came back and laid back on his mattress, his soft snoring soon being heard. And that was the moment you left your bedroom, as Jake could hear your steps and feel your eyes on him. 

-I know you’re awake Jake. Can we talk?

That’s how Jake ended up in your bed pounding on you, his mouth on yours to keep you as quiet as possible under him. He didn’t really pay attention to your apologies about last night, too focused on showing you that this casual thing you had would always be better than whatever other guys could do to you. He had to bite his tongue not to ask if it was worth it, if that guy could make you feel better than Jake could, settling for marking your body and watching as your eyes rolled and your body squirmed under his touch. 

 It was hard to ignore the way his friends looked at him when he left your room, a mix of disappointment and concern, and as he could still feel the way your body fitted on his hand and your taste on his tongue, he hoped that if he lied to his friends enough, he could convince himself too. 

-Don’t worry guys, I’m fine. It’s all casual. 

ENHYPEN, XO (Only If You Say Yes).

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