Giving: He is experienced. He knows exactly where to touch you and exactly how to use his mouth to bring you the most amazing pleasure you’ve ever felt. He loves to eat you out from behind so he can get delicious handfuls of your ass. He’s
so in tune with you he knows exactly when to back off and tease you
before you can cum. He wants to hear you whimper and beg just a little
longer before giving in and letting you cum all over his tongue.
Receiving: He is rough. His hands tangle in your hair and hold your head as he fucks himself into your throat. His deep ass moans reverberate through the room. He’s pretty vocal, growling out your name and moaning. When he cums, it’s in your throat with a shout of your name. Afterwards, he’ll stroke your hair and tell you what a good girl you are for him.
He is passionate. Moaning into your pussy as he licks every single inch
of you. He loves your taste. His tongue laps at your core, taking great
care to get every drop you give him. He’s whispering soft praises the entire time. Telling you you’re so good to him.
Receiving: He’s soft. His hand is constantly touching your hair, and caressing
any skin he can access from his position. He takes his cock out of your
mouth and gentle taps it on your tongue with a dirty smirk on his face.
When he cums, its on your face and his head is tossed back with a low, husky whine of your name.
He is eager. He’ll drop to his knees the second you ask for his mouth.
He’ll pin your legs down so he can get the perfect angle to your pussy.
His tongue laves over you, eager to make you cum. He loves to make you
cum. He lives for it. He thinks you’re the most beautiful when you cum.
Receiving: He is talkative.
He’s constantly giving you praises and soft words of encouragement.
He’ll be calling you beautiful and all sorts of compliments. He won’t
shut up unless he’s moaning. His moans are a work of art as well, you
won’t ever tire of them. But they have nothing on seeing him cum. Both
his hands tangle in the sheets and his mouth falls open in a long, drawn
Giving: He is a tease. He works you up with his mouth so easily. Once he knows you’re close to cumming,
and he knows the signs even if you try to hide them, he’s backing off
to watch you squirm on the bed. But when he finally makes you cum, his
fingers slide into you and his lips attach to your clit and you’re cumming on him and he’s grinning like a little devil with your cum on his lips.
He’s playful and vocal. He’s whispering dirty little thing to you while
his cocks down your throat. He’s a tease even when he’s at your mercy.
His favorite thing to do is thrust suddenly down your throat when you
least expect to just to watch you glare at him from the floor. But when
he gets closer to cumming, he loses his teasing and starts giving you beautiful moans with his head throat back. He cums in your mouth and loves when you show him you’ve swallowed it all. It could probably make him hard again.
Giving: He is shy. Jonguppie
is unsure in his technique and it shows at first. He’s worried he’ll do
something wrong even if he’s done it millions of times before. His
tongue unsurely rolls over your clit and he catches all your juices. But
he doesn’t get more bold until you start whimpering his name in little
begs for more. Then, he finally becomes more bold and finally makes you
cum with a proud smile on his face.
Receiving: He’s needy.
His pants are around his ankles before you can even finish asking to
suck him off. It’s amusing. The second you get your mouth on him, he’s
begging for more. His voice comes out breathless
from the pleasure you’re giving him. His hands are softly in your hair,
giving you soft nudges to take him deeper but never forcing you. When
he cums, his whole body trembles and his back arches off the bed. He loses what control he had and cums deep in your throat, something you’ve come to grow used to. When he’s done he apologizes profusely and will most likely go down on you in return.
He is enthusiastic. He’s always up for it if you ask. Though, he
prefers receiving. But he lays on his tummy between your spready legs
and goes to it. He licks up every inch of you, swirling his tongue
around your clit to make your body arch. He giggles a little when your
fingers tangle in his hair and pull his mouth closer against you.
Following your hints, he wraps his arms around your thighs and goes to
town. Eager to make you cum, he sucks your clit into his mouth just the
way you like and you explode for him.
Receiving: He is uncontrolled. He’s exctied
to have your mouth on him. When he finally gets it, he looses any
control he possible had. He wraps your hair around his fist and forces
your throat down on him. He whispers out soft apologies through his
pants. It takes a while to get used to giving him head but the reward it him cumming. He takes your throat off him, wraps his fist around his cock until he cums on his stomach with his back arching and broken moan falling off his lips.
“Dude, come on! It’s after ten. The
rent-a-cops have disappeared until midnight. I want to take a selfie with that
giant fucking pigeon before we head to the party.”
Junhong rolls his eyes at your request as
he pulls his apartment door and shoves his keys in his backpack. “Why the hell
is there a giant pigeon statue on campus, anyway? I get that they needed the
new art building, it’s really nice in there, by the way, but that statue’s
“It’s terrifying,” you laugh as you drop
your board to the asphalt and wait for Junhong to do the same. “But it’s quirk
and weird and it’ll get some likes on Instagram. So, you know, doing it for the
You could hear the door slam open and shut even harder. The
sound jolted you awake, making you sit up in bed. You could hear soft cusses
coming from the living room. You sighed, knowing it was Junhong. You climbed
out of bed and opened you bedroom door to peek out.
Junhong was standing in front of the couch, his head in his
hands. His leather jacket had been tossed carelessly to the floor. You could
see his shoulders rise and fall with each breath he took. You stood for a
moment, just observing him. You weight shifted and cause the wood flooring
under your feet to creak. Junhong’s head snapped up and found you standing
“I didn’t think you’d be up.”
You smiled softly. “It’s hard to stay asleep when someone
comes barging into your place slamming your door.”
“I know,” He pushed a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I
just couldn’t go back home or to the hideout.”
“I figured, my home is always open to you Junhongie.” You
walked up to him, your bare feet making the lightest tapping sounds on the
floor. “What’s going on?”
He scoffed. “You know I can’t tell you about this shit.”
“I know,” You chuckled. “I just thought I’d ask.”
There was a brief pause in the conversation. Junhong dropped
himself down into the couch with a sigh, bouncing slightly on the cushions from
his drop. You stood beside him with your arms crossed over his chest. You
listened to his breathing in silence for a long moment before letting out a
“Junhong…you can’t keep doing this.” You whispered.
“_____, not this again.” Junhong growled.
“Don’t give me that. Junhong…you’re going to get killed one
day.” You whispered. “You keep coming to my house when you’re in trouble but
I’m scared one day you’re not going to come. What will I do then?”
“Nothing bad will happen to you.” He whispered, his gaze
falling out of a window in front of him.
You scoffed. “That’s not what I’m worrying about Junhong.
I’m worried about my best friend getting shot on some bullshit run and dying in
the middle of nowhere.”
Junhong stood up quickly, using his height to intimidate
you. He always did this when you confronted him. He got mad.
“I’m not even in fucking trouble this time, _____. I just
needed to get away. I thought I could relax by coming to your place. Like I
used to.” He chuckled darkly, his glare piercing you. “But you’re just being a
pain in the ass…trying to tell me what to do. I’m a big boy, _____.”
“Then fucking act like it Junhong.” You hissed.
Junhong and you shared a gaze for moment, both of you
waiting for the other to break it. Junhong was the one. He scoffed, backing up
to the couch to snatch his jacket up. Then, without another word he stormed out
of your house, slamming your door hard enough to shake the walls.
You sighed softly, running your hands over your face in
frustration. You always did this, he’d come to your place and you’d tell him
how you felt about his…activities. And he’d get defensive and angry and leave.
And now, you wouldn’t see him for days. Which meant you had days of worrying
ahead of you.
Honestly, it wasn’t until about a year ago that Junhong got
caught up in the gang. Or well, you should say that you found out about it.
Yongguk is a touchy guy so he likes to have hands on you even if it can’t be an all-out cuddle. Holding hands in public, walking with an arm around your shoulders or a hand on the small of your back, repeatedly “accidentally” brushing his fingers against yours- this is all Guk.
He is calmed by helping others, so if he holds you because he’s upset, he does it like you’re the one who needs comforting. He gets you in his lap, arms around your waist, holds you really tight and strokes your hair. Your feel and smell make him feel at peace.
Tired cuddling is him lying with his head in your lap after a long day and you playing with his fingers while he occasionally says something, but mostly it’s quiet. He falls asleep on you on a regular basis and you usually don’t have it in you to move him.
Straight-up snuggling is probably your favorite though, and it ends up happening almost every time you see him. It starts out with him just putting his arm around your shoulders on his couch or wherever you’re sitting and then you put your head on his shoulder and he pulls you a little closer. It always happens a different way but in the end you’re curled up with your limbs tangled up, cozy and warm, usually talking about nothing in particular.
Waking up in the middle of the
night to find your bed empty was not a new occurrence for you. There were many
nights where you went to bed, Yongguk by your side, only to find him missing a
few hours later. This was a sort of compromise for the two of you. So long as
he was by your side when you went to bed and you woke up to his presence in the
mornings, he was free to do as he pleased whenever he couldn’t sleep. You knew
that when you moved in together he’d spend more time in the spare room he’d
converted into a makeshift studio than he would in your bedroom and you
promised him that you would be alright with that.
So long as he promised that he
would take better care of himself and of his health.
But Yongguk, as much as he was
a man of his word, had a bad habit of overworking himself. He was his own worst
critic, his harshest judge, and he couldn’t sleep until every little thing was
perfect. The group had been doing fine before the lawsuit, they’d been gaining
popularity steadily and had a rapidly growing fan base. They’d even won their
first number one.
His hand was warm and soft in your own, giving an occasional
squeeze as he took in the nighttime atmosphere. You were wrapped up in one of
his jackets, much too big for your frame as Yongguk liked to wear oversized
things. You were walking to cool streets of Seoul, window shopping for the most
“_____, I have to pee.” He said suddenly, stopping in
front of a random men’s clothing store.
You giggled, hitting his arm playfully, “Then go pee!”
He leaned close to give you a soft peck on the forehead before
running off into the store. You stood outside, watching cars and people pass
by. Your hands were in your pocket, playing with a heat pack inside.
“Excuse me?” A man with a honeyed voice appeared in your
vision. You perked up slightly, offering him a kind smile. “I couldn’t help
noticing you…you’re very pretty.”
You blinked a few times, processing his words. “I…Thank
“Are you…single?” He asked, looking hopeful.
You bit your lip and shook your head. “No, I’m sorry.”
His face dropped slightly but he quickly smiled again. “No
need to apologize. I-“
“_____, I’m ready”
Yongguk interrupted, placing a hand on the small of your
back. He has a slight smile on his face as he greeted the other man.
“Oh, it was nice talking to you.” You said, giving a small
wave that he returned.
“Ready to head home?” Yongguk asked, taking your hand in his
You walked quietly together, sharing a few words and
stories. Yongguk was a quiet man, he loved to listen to you talk. But sometimes
you just enjoyed each other’s presences as you enjoyed the crisp city nights. Your
hands swung between you two and your breath fogged up the air around you as you
When you reached home, you were tuckered out and ready to
get in some nice cuddle time with your boyfriend. He opened the apartment, his
keys making a soft tinkling noise in the otherwise quiet hallway.
The door opened, allowing the both of you into your warm
home. The door shut with a soft click before Yongguk flicked the lock into
place, securing the house for the night. Whistling softly, he plopped down onto
the couch to turn the TV on. You noticed the way his shoulders were tense, a
clear sign that the man was aggravated.
“Gukkie…what’s wrong?” You asked softly, sitting beside him
on the couch.
He sighed, letting his shoulders sag. “I’ll be honest…I was
Your eyebrows arched, your attention immediately piqued. “Jealous?
“…Of that guy you were talking to. I know you rejected him.
I have no reason to be jealous…but I was. I’m sorry.” He hung his head, looking
You smiled, pushing his back flat against the back of the
couch, he looked up at you clearly shocked. You tossed your leg over his,
successfully straddling him. His eyes were wide as he looked up at you. His
hands were hovering in the air, unsure where to put them.
“You don’t need to be sorry.” You whispered. “I think it’s
cute you got jealous like that.”
“Cute?” Yongguk scoffed, finally resting his hands on your
Your weight felt nice on him and your body heat calmed him.
He caressed your sides through your sweater. A small smile coming to his lips
when you leaned down for a kiss. Your lips met softly at first until you leaned
into it more, pressing your lips together more firmly.
The kiss gradually grew in intensity, a heat starting in
your body. Having him below you and sharing such a passionate kiss with his
hands touching your body, you could barely control yourself. Before you even
realized it, you ground down onto Yongguk. His reaction was immediately, a soft
groan into the kiss.
The sudden sound, one you had never heard from him before,
surprised you. You wanted to hear more of the sounds he could make. You
experimentally ground down on him again, resulting in another soft sound from
him along with a tight squeeze to your waist.
“______…” He mumbled against your lips.
You hummed softly, breaking away from his lips to attack his
neck. You found a spot that made him groan out loud, his head falling back against
the couch. The sound causing your body to shiver and your panties to dampen.
You ground down on him again, whimpering when you felt him hardening in his
“S-Sorry…” He whispered, realizing you felt him. He
attempted to pick you up to take you off his lap but you refused to budge.
“It’s okay…” You whispered, kissing him softly on the lips.
Your body was so hot, your panties sticking to your core by
now. They were becoming uncomfortable but the feeling when you ground down on
him was enough to make you forget the uncomfortable stickiness. You ground down
again, this time setting a slow rhythm. Yongguk’s groan this time was breathy
and he was grinding back against you.
His grip grew tighter on you, his nails slightly digging in.
You didn’t mind because he was holding you firmer against him, allowing him to
grind his cock against you through your clothes much better. The friction was amazing.
Yongguk growled, wrapping his arm around you to pull you
against him, his lips finding yours again. His hips set a faster pace, making
you cry out against his lips. His other hand cupped your ass, squeezing a cheek
in his hand. His body trembled slightly before he stopped completely.
“Shit _____.” He forced you to sit still, flat on his lap.
You could feel his cock straining against his jeans as you sat on him. “We…we
You frowned, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “Why?”
“I don’t want to go too far.” He whispered, smiling gently
up at you.
“Well…what if I want it?” You were a virgin, something Yongguk
respected. He would never go further unless you asked him. And you did want it.
Except, Yongguk shook his head.
“No, not yet. I want it to be special, not starting off by
us dry humping on my couch.” You giggled, slapping his chest playfully at his
crude words. “But,” He continued. “I can go a little further…”
Before you could question what he meant, he was grinding up
against you again. You whined immediately, the pleasure spiking through you.
His cock was causing your panties to rub against your clit. He was moving so
fluidly, holding you tightly, it was all euphoric.
You buried your face in his chest, clinging to him
desperately, needing the grounding. He clenched his hand in the back of your
shirt tightly. He was panting by this point, the whole situation driving him
closer to the edge. But what he desperately needed was to get you off.
He circled your hips around his covered cock. He was
throbbing in his jeans now, holding back the orgasm that was building in him.
Your body was trembling, your thighs tightening against his hips. It was a
clear sign that you were growing close. Your cries of pleasure drove him on. More
than anything, he wanted to watch you cum. He knew you would look like a
goddess while cumming.
And he was right.
Your back arched and your arms tightened around Yongguk,
clinging to his biceps. You trembled above him, moaning desperately into his
chest. He held you tightly as he continued to grind his hips into you, riding
you through the high. Your walls clenched erratically around nothing, your
juices soaking your panties completely, leaving them sticking to you even more
Finally, you slumped against Yongguk, spent. His own body
relaxed and he gently caressed your back. When the shakes in your body finally
subsided, Yongguk gently lifted you off his lap. You laid there catching your
breath when he stood up.
“Where are you going?” You asked softly.
“…To uh…take care of this.” He mumbled, gesturing to his
hard cock in his pants.