Youngjae Smut (Got7) - Games, Not Gifts
“Oh, you’re done? So soon?” Youngjae spoke to you, but kept his eyes on the TV screen while his fingers did work on the controller.
“I’ve been gone for 45 minutes. Not that short,” you laughed, sitting down on the loveseat across from him as he sat on the sofa.
“Really? Time goes by so fast…”
“Maybe because of that game of yours,” you shook your head, laughing at him.
His own laugh echoed yours and he said, “why are you laughing at me?”
“Nothing. You’re just so cute,” you answered him with a smile on your face, admiring him as a whole. Your eyes scanned his whole body; as innocent as you two seem on the outside, behind closed doors you two are just the opposite.
“How would you feel if this cutie told you to come here, then?” Though his eyes were focused on the screen, you could tell his mind had other things in mind.
“I’d come, of course,” you got up from the loveseat and sat down close to him on the sofa.
“Why did you sit so far anyway? Are we supposed to act traditional or something?” He chuckled.
“That doesn’t matter anymore. Can I play?”
“Sure, I just finished this round anyway,” he said, his hand moving from his controller to running down your bare thigh to grabbing the spare controller on the table. “Ah, you’re wearing my shirt again.”
“It’s comfy, you look good in it, I love it when you wear it… You should wear it more often.”
“I can’t wear it outside!”
“Of course not! I don’t want other guys to see you. Just wear when it’s just us.”
“What about the other members?”
“They fall under the ‘other guys’ category, you know.”
“But they’re like brothers.”
“Right, but you don’t know what a man’s head is like. I do.”
“Ahhh, so you’re you saying you fantasize about others girls, too?”
“What? No, that’s not-”
“Hey! I was joking–why are you so defensive?”
“Shh, shh,” he interrupted whatever you were going to say next and shoved the controller into your hands.
Pouting, you fixed your grasp on it an idea popped into your head, “do you think we can do it while playing?”
“What?” He looked at you surprised. “How would that even work?” He laughed again.
“I’ll do something with you than no other girl can,” you said seductively, climbing onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips nibbled on his ear, your hot breath grazing against it, slowly grinding your hips against his. His hands let the controller roll off and went to your hips. He buried his face in your neck and took in your scent. “This way, you won’t think about any other girl.”
“Are we going to do it now?” He mumbled as you felt his hard member press against your crotch.
“Mhm,” you hummed as your lips attached to his neck. You told him to sit as he was and that you would do all the work. He quickly unzipped his pants and rolled down his underwear so that his it was popping out. You grabbed the controller, sliding onto his length; you were thankful that the sofa was big enough to support the position you planned out.
“You won’t fall?”
“Hopefully, I won’t,” you giggled. “Okay, let’s play!”
You successfully balanced pleasure and play as you often rode his length. While your fingers focused on the controller, your lower region focused on the other thing. Your hips went in a circular motion, causing Youngjae to weaken in gameplay as there was an increase in friction.
“Watch yourself, baby,” he warned you, pressing the pause button and tapping your ass. “We may be fucking, but I want to win–play fairly.”
“You’re hot when you talk like that,” you smirked, increasing the frequency of movement.
“Oh, fuck this,” Youngjae growled, stripping himself quickly of his clothes and pushing you to the carpeted floor. You squeaked at the sudden force as Youngjae pushed your legs open and rammed into you. His hands gripped onto your arms to hold you in place as he fucked you. His rapid thrusts slowed down and he let go of his hard grip on your arms. Your walls clenched around his member, making him moan.
“Don’t do that,” he panted into your ear. “I want this to last longer.”
You felt him pull out almost completely before ramming into you again. Heat radiated off of his body as he thrusted in and out of you, his lips silencing your gasps. Your moans echoed into the kisses while your thighs squeezed onto his body. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you fingers tangled into his hair and your legs firmly wrapped around his waist.
“This… won’t do,” he breathed, picking you and shoving you against the wall.
The new position let him go deeper. You limply hung on his arms as he roughly moved in and out of you, skin slapping on skin. Your lips gaped, letting screams escape.
“Y/N, almost,” he panted.
With one last ram and moan, he finished inside of you. Exhausted, he carried you to the sofa, setting you down gently before flopping down beside you.
“Yeah,” you nodded as your chest heaved. “That felt good. Let’s do that again,” you giggled, your eyes moving from his sweaty and smiling face to the clock. “Oh, it’s midnight.”
“Christmas!” You two chorused.
“I think I already got a good gift, though,” he commented. “You’re the only girl I know.”
“I better be.”
“I better be the only guy you know,” he eyed you.
“Of course! No guy can fuck me that good.”
tbh i want youngjae to bring back that blonde hair
lmao these are getting less and less christmasy oops
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