Seungri scenarios requested by ra-raluv.tumblr.com

Part 3 

You weren’t sure how to go about it. Should you just leave over as grope him? Should you ask if it’s okay? 

In the end you were so unsure that you decided touching was the best possible action and that may or may not have been a decision based only your own feelings. 

You wanted to touch him.  You slid your hand between his thighs and he jerked in shock. His legs were bare because he was only in his boxers and the short  hair on his thighs was soft against your palm. 

“What are you doing?” He asked nervously.

“I thought you were Mr. Popular, you act like you’ve never had a girl feel you up before,” you were trailing your hand up his thigh, your finger tips brushed the hem of his boxers. 

His hand flashed like lightening and clamped down on your wrist. 

“Don’t do this if you don’t forgive me. I’ve had a few girlfriends but I never do anything intimate unless we’re serious about each other. If you’re just playing around I need you to stop,”

You were silent for a moment as you processed that.  “Are you telling me that you’re willing to have sex with me as long as I forgive you!”

“Willing?” Seungri asked, incredulous. “You make it sound as if it’s a death sentence.” 

He pushed the blanket off his body and your eyes were immediately drawn to the tent in his boxers. 

My, my that is impressive, you thought to yourself.

He was perfectly erect without even touching you. 

“Not a jail sentence then,” you said.  ”I guess you wouldn’t like me to pretend to be a police officer.”

Seungri rolled so he was on top of you. “Silly girl, you know that you would be my prisoner. I can just tell you’d love handcuffs.”

You tried not to moan at his words. The thought of being handcuffed never occurred to you before now it would be the thing fueling your midnight fantasies for weeks to come. 

His body pressed down into yours, his member touching your leg. Your body got hotter. The idea of having sex with him sudden became so much more real. 

You shifted under him so your legs could be on either side of his hips. He smirked at you. 

“Do you forgive me?” he asked hotly against your ear. 

You shivered and began to slide your palms up his chest, you could feel his goosebumps beneath your fingers. You found his nipples and flicked them. 

You grinned as his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a breathy sigh. “I forgive you,” you whispered. 

His eyes opened and you could see relief there. He hadn’t been acting. He really did like you. As much as you liked him! 

He leaned down, kissing along your neck. Your hands explored his chest, tugging on his nipples, trying to get him to make that heavenly noise again and again. 

His hands found their way under the hem of your tank top and he teased the skin on your stomach. 

He pulled back and settled himself lower on your body. He lifted up your tank top a little and kissed along your exposed tummy. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, his right hand pushed your shirt up higher, teasing the underside of your breast. You held your breath. Waiting for him to touch your chest but he teased, dipping his tongue into your belly button then kissing up your stomach. He kissed the underside of both of your breasts, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin until you were begging him to touch you more. 

His laugh sent vibrations through your body, and you whimpered. He smirked at you and you felt yourself getting wet. Your panties were probably getting an embarrassing wet spot. 

He finally relieved you of your shirt and your pajama bottoms. Your bare breasts were his for the taking. Seungri ran a hand through your hair before leaning down and swirling his rogue around the peaked bud. 

You tried to hold in your moan but it came out anyway. You couldn’t hold in any of your noises, you were whimpering his name and moaning like a porn star. 

He seemed to appreciate it and within a few minutes you could feel him gently rubbing against the outside of your thigh. His length was hot against your bare leg even through the material of his boxers. 

As he tortured your breasts you began to feel like you wanted to tear into him, the heat of his mouth and the pressure of his length slowly grinding into your thigh was becoming unbearable. 

“Ri?” you asked. If he didn’t get inside of you at that moment he was going to regret it because you were going to take control.

He moved up your body, his mouth inches from yours. He kissed you gentle until you moaned his name against his lips.

“What is it? Tell me what you want,” he asked.

You were sure how to form the words or how to accurately describe how much you wanted him inside of you. 

“I’m ready,” you told him.

“Not yet,” he shook his head. “I have so many things I want to do to your body that I can’t let this be over already.”

You almost wanted to cry, the overwhelming urge to have him deep inside of you was almost painful.

“Next time,” you said. “We can do anything you want next time. I can’t wait, I need you right  now.”

“Fuck,” Seungri growled. “You know exactly what to say to get me to do what you want.”

“Do you not want this?” you asked. 

He thrust his hips forward, driving his rock hard cock against your hip.

“I want this,” he promised, kissing your forehead sweetly. 

He shed his clothes and pulled your drenched parties from your hips in seconds. He settled between your thighs and reconnected your mouths. Seungri was gentle as he slid into your body but he was done with the teasing.

He didn’t hesitate at all.

He groaned once he was fully inside your body. His hot breath fanned across your face. 

You opened your mouth to him and he plunged his tongue in, he explore your open mouth and moaned when you gently sucked on his tongue. 

His hips rolled slowly against yours, his length dragging along your inner wall in a way that made you arch beneath him. 

“S-Seungri,” you stuttered as you tried to say his name. Your hands were sweaty as you slid them up his strong back. You could feel the muscles moving there as he thrust into you. You rolled your hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust and moaning his name. 

He kissed your shoulder, scraping his teeth along the ridge. You screamed his name as that little action set out over the edge.  His arms wound around your waist and he lifted your body up so you were sitting on his lap. He helped you to bounce on him, riding out your orgasm and he continued to work towards his. 

Your walls clamped down on him as the new angle had your body exploding for a second time.

Two orgasms! He was clearly something special.

He swore and grunted your name as he finally came. His boys tensed and you could feel his muscles straining with the force of his orgasm. 

You kept your arms wrapped around him when he laid down next to you.  He smiled and kissed you on the forehead. 

“You really forgive me right?” he asked. “That wasn’t just about getting in my pants?”

You shook your head. “No but what if it was?”

“I guess I’d have to keep trying to earn your forgiveness. Also since you promised me we could do the things I wanted next time I guess you’ve just signed your body over to me.”

You grinned. “Do you need that in writing?”

“Why don’t you just sign your name on my body,” Seungri smirked. “With your tongue.”

My, my didn’t that sound like fun. 

Seungho is already on the list a few times but I will point out again that requests are closed.

I don’t mean to sound angry just at you but requests are closed and I am tired of getting new requests. Hopefully everyone reads this and stops sending in requests or I’ll turn off my ask box.

Please excuse the excessive use of the word request

When you date Seungri but it was all a bet, requested by ra-raluv.tumblr.com
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Part 2

Two months later

“I can’t hang out today,” Seungri said. “How about tomorrow night?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed, walking towards your locker, avoiding the flow of people leaving the school at the end of the day.

“I have a lot of homework for tonight anyways.”

“That’s my girl,” he said and you could almost hear the smirk. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“Okay,”

“Do you still request my company this weekend when your parents go away?”

“Yes please, i’m too scared to stay home by myself all night,” you said.

“Knight in shingling armour to the rescue,” Seungri said.

“Have a good night, silly,” you said.

“You too, beautiful.”

He melted your heart every time he opened his dang mouth.

You ended the call and slid it into your pocket.You went to your locker and grabbed your back pack. You gathered your books and took off towards the bus stop. 

As you were about to turn the corner you heard Seungris voice and the voice of one of his closest friends.

“I’m serious. I’m not falling for her.”  

“You seem pretty into her as far as I can see. She’s clearly crazy over you, winning this bet could be so easy for you but here you are two months later, still fucking with this girls mind.”

Your heart was beating so fast. What were they talking about?

“Dude! Do you like her or not?” 

“Not,” Seungri answered.

“Then break up with her. This was just a bet any ways. Make the most pathetic girl in school fall for you. Mission accomplished. Time to break her heart.”

“But-“

“She was stupid enough to actually think you would like her in the first place.”

“I guess you’re right,” Seungri said, his tone defeated. 

You didn’t want to hear him say another word, you ran off before you started crying. 

You ran around to the back of the school and pressed your back against the concrete.

You slowly slid down and pressed the heel of your palm into your eyes. 

“Don’t cry,” you ordered but it was too late. 

You buried your face in your arms and sobbed. You didn’t know how long you were there but by the time you left the parking lot was empty, including Seungris motorcycle. 
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“Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Seungri was livid when you came to school two days later.”You can’t just skip school for two days and ignore me! I’m your boyfriend. If you tell anyone about skipping school it’s your boyfriend,” he was practically yelling in the hallway. 

“I was sick,” you responded without emotion. You wouldn’t even look him in the eyes. 

“You should have said something! I could have come over and brought you soup or something.” 

“I probably just would have thrown it up,” you said. He looked startled by the venom in your voice.

“Are you still feeling sick?” He made a move to check your forehead. You knocked his hand away. 

“Stop it,” you felt your heart throb. You had spent two days crying like a baby over this boy and  now you could barely keep it together. It was pathetic. 

Seungri blocked your way down the hall. He crossed his arms and frowned.  “Babe, tell me what’s wrong,” he ordered. 

“Don’t call me that!” you exclaimed. He blinked, unsure of what to say. 

“Are you on your period?” he asked hesitantly. 

“Shut up!” you screamed. 

Everyone in the  hallway stopped to stare. They began to whisper amongst themselves, wondering what was happening between the schools strangest couple.  The look of hurt that stained Seungris face was shocking. You hadn’t expected him to react that way…..NO! He was pretending to like you for two months! This was just more of his acting.

“I want to break up,” the words tasted like ash on your tinge. You didn’t want to say those words but you needed to before he broke up with you. At least he would lose the  bet with his friends.  

You could comfort yourself like that. 

Seungri looked shocked. “What do you mean? Should I give you space?”

His tone sounded so wounded that for a second you thought he might sincere, maybe during your time together he realized that he get more for you. From the corner of your eye you saw his friends gathering. You swallowed, he had no feelings for you, he just wanted to win the bet. 

“I don’t want space. I want you out of my life,” you said. Your mouth get dry and your tongue thick, you didn’t want to say these words. 

Seungri didn’t even blink he had no clue what to say and you weren’t sure you were happy about it or not.  

You left before he could think of something.
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Saturday night came faster than you ha expected and now you were alone on your room wishing that your parents hadn’t gone away and left you alone. You wanted Seungri to be with you, to wrap his arms around you and make you believe that you were safe.

You were hearing sounds everywhere and you are half sure that you would be murdered in your bed. 

Suddenly there was the sound of something hitting your window. You screamed and buried your face further under the blankets. 

You heard someone call your name. You shakily went to the window. Seungri was climbing up the side of your house.

Your hands shook, you felt angry but your fear of being along out weighted your need to send him away especially since you still liked him. You opened the window.

“What are you doing here!”

“I knew you’d be scared,” Seungri said, stumbling through the window. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I don’t need you to check up on me. I’m fine on my own,” you crossed your arms, trying to be serious.

Something crashed in the next room and you screamed, rushing into Seungris arms. He held you tightly.

“Let me go check on that,”

“NO!”

“What?” he asked, looking confused.

“I mean…” you bit your lip and gave in. “Don’t leave me….I mean you have to leave.”

Seungri forced you to sit on the bed and sat next to you. He grabbed your hand and forced you to face him.

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t,” you said. “I don’t want to talk to you. I need you to leave.”

He shook his head. “I don’t understand what I did. I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

You crossed your arms, unsure of whether or not you should punch him or kiss him until his lips bruised.

“Tell me how to fix it. How can I make things better between us?” He tried to grab your hands.

You smacked his hand away. You stood up and crossed your arms. “You can go back in time and never make that bet with your friends. I wish you never asked me out. You knew that I had that stupid crush on you and you still led me on.”

Seungri jumped off the bed. “You know about that?”

“I heard you in the hallway with your buddy. You were making fun of the stupid, pathetic loser that fell for you and then you were going to dump me,” you said, tears were threatening.

“Don’t cry,” he said, his voice cracking. He grabbed you and crushed you to his chest. “I’m an idiot.”

“Pardon?” you asked, voice muffled by his chest.

“I told him that I didn’t want to do it,” Seungri said. “At first I said that he was right. I mean it was a bet but I knew that I would lose going in.”

“Huh?” was all you could say.

“I liked you when you starting tutoring me. Before even. I thought you were really pretty so I asked the teacher to force you to be my tutor. Then when my friend told me that I couldn’t make you like me I wanted to prove him wrong because I wanted him to be wrong. I wanted you to like me,” Seungri said. “I’m such an idiot. I told him that I couldn’t break up with you then I get to school and you’re gone for two days. When you finally come back you break up with me.”

You felt yourself giving into him.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“You don’t,” Seungri said but your arms were tightening around his waist. “I want you to trust me, I will do whatever I can to prove to you that I like you.”

“Stay with me tonight,” you said. Maybe you were giving in to fast. Maybe you were going to get hurt again.

He blinked. “I don’t think that-“

“Just lay in bed with me,” you said. 

He nodded. “I can do that.”

“Do you need pjs?” you asked. 

He hesitated. “I normally sleep in just boxers.”

“Do it,” you told him.

“But-“

“It’s okay,” you said, climbing into bed. “I promise I won’t look.” 

You covered your eyes and heard the sound of his movement as he got rid of his clothes. You felt the bed creak as he got in with you. 

“Stay under the covers, we shouldn’t get too close,” Seungri whispered. He tried to pull the blanket safely around you but you refused.

“You need to cuddle with me or else I won’t forgive you,” you said.

Seungri hesitated. He slid under the blanket with you and you cuddled into his chest. You closed your eyes and felt his stroking your hair.

You were falling asleep when you heard him mumble to himself.

“This would be so much easier if I had jerked off before this.”

His crotch brushed against your thigh. You felt something hard touch you. He groaned.

Suddenly you were awake and prepared to help him with his dilemma.

I’m about to post part two. It’s not smut, unfortunately, but I’m working on it. :D I’ll finish Seungri tomorrow night then move onto the next idol when I come back from Anime North!

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Anywhoo, I promise I’ll get to them soon.

Also heads up. I’m going to be going to Anime North, Canadas Premier Anime Convention on Thursday until Sunday. So I won’t be posting for those days. I plan to post tomorrow and on Wednesday though. :D

Love, SB 

When you have a crush on Seungri. You start dating. It’s just a bet with his friends. Requested by ra-raluv.tumblr.com

Short first part, like a set up for their relationship.
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Part 1 

It was pathetic the way you pined over him. He need gave you the time of day and he never was. Dedicating so much time to crushing on him was stupid. 

Lee Seunghyun or as he was known by the student body, Lee Seungri was a god on earth. He was sexy and beautiful at the same time. He was cocky and proud. He was intelligent but preferred riding his motorcycle than finishing his assignments on time. 

He was also the boy you were tutoring. That was how you knew that he was intelligent. He understood everything you were saying perfectly and acknowledge that fact but he refused to put effort into school. 

On one hand that was good for you, you would have to tutor him until his marks improved.

On the other hand it was bad for you, you would have to tutor him until his marks improved. Which meant your disgusting crush on him would only continue to grow when really it should just go away.  

He was a bad boy. You were a nerd, everyone made fun of you at school. You were polar opposites.

Today you were sitting with him in the public library proof reading his essay.

“This is really good!” you exclaimed and put his essay down. You looked up to meet his eyes. He was staring at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when he didn’t look away or say anything. 

He shrugged. “I’m not really interested in doing work today.”

“Are you ever?” you asked.

He brushed off your comment. “Come with me, let’s hang out.”

Your eyes widened. “Pardon?”

“Let’s ditch this place. We’ll go for a ride.”

“A ride?” you asked, completely stunned. He normally tried to get away from you as fast as possible when your study sessions ended. What was his angle?

He stood and grabbed your hand. He yanked you hard and you stood. You stumbled quickly after him. His hand was warm in yours. He pulled you out of the library and down to his motorcycle. 

He sat down on the edge of the bike and regarded you intensely. His gaze was hot and you felt yourself shivering under his intense scrutiny. 

“What are you looking at?” you tucked hair behind your ear, self-consciously.

“You silly,” he chuckled.

“Why?”

“I guess I’ve never really looked at you before,” he shrugged. “You’re pretty. I mean you couldn’t be an idol but you’re still pretty.”

You crossed your arms. Was he making fun of you?  ”What do you want from me?” 

“This isn’t you’re type of activity is it?” he asked, smirking.

He had switched subjects so quickly that you weren’t sure how to respond.

“Sorry?” you finally replied lamely.

“You’re such a good little girl. You don’t skip work, you don’t skip school, you don’t get on the back of motorcycles with dashing and dangerous man,” he winked.

You flushed and tried to avoid his eyes. 

He shook his head and turned to straddle the bike. He offered you the helmet and said, “Get on, I’ll teach you how to live.”

“I don’t know-“ 

Seungri grabbed you by the hand and tugged you towards him. Your breasts pressed into his leather jacket covered arm. You gasped as you felt his breath touch your lips.

He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against your mouth. 

He pulled back quickly and grinned at your stunned expression. “Live a little. I’ll show you a good time. I promise.”

You tried to resist him but he was already helping you onto the bike. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist.
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Two weeks later you realized that you were indeed having a good time with Seungri. He was still a bad boy and he was still popular. 

His arm was around your shoulder as you walked down the hallway.

“Why are you acting like this?” you asked, trying to push him off. You stopped at your locker. 

“Acting like what?”

“You are always so touchy! And you are suddenly always hanging out with me at school!” You were nervous. There was no way that someone like him would want to actually date you. You fumbled with your lock until you finally got it open.

“What are you talking about?” Seungri said. He slammed your locker door shut. You jumped at the sudden movement. “I thought you liked me.”

You swallowed, eyes wide. “I-I-“

“Eh! Answer me. Do you like me or not? Am I just an idiot?” he asked.

You turned from him and licked your lips. “I like you.”

He grinned. “Good. That’s why I’m always around you. I’m your boyfriend.”

“W-what?”

“I would like to be your boyfriend.” 

You nodded, unable to say anything else.

He leaned forward and kissed you gently on the lips. You pushed him back and glanced around the hallway. His friends were too far from where you were standing. 

“Not here,” you whispered, ducking your head.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“Are you afraid of people know that you like me?” he asked, his expression torn between hurt and challenge.

You shook your head. “No! But…aren’t you worried about your reputation?”

He looked shocked for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“I’m a loser,” you told him. “It’ll be embarrassing for you to be with me.”

“I don’t give a fuck what people think,” he said.

Your widened your eyes. “Really?”

He tapped you on the nose. “Such a silly girl. I’m not dating you for other people. It’s for me. I want to date you because you make me happy.”

You smiled up at him, feeling your stomach flip at his words. No one had ever said anything so sweet to you. 

He leaned forward again and this time you didn’t fight it. You wanted to feel his lips.

His kiss was gentle, his arms wound around your waist, pressing his chest tightly against yours.

He teased your lower lip with his tongue. He pressed you into the locker, hiding you from view of the rest of the people in the hallway. His arms blocked you in. 

You opened your mouth to him as he tugged on your lower lip with his teeth. He whispered your name, his voice sounded strained.

You pressed your hands flat on his chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt. You titled your head back, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

His tongue teased yours until you were forced to pull back, seriously in need of air.

He kissed your forehead. He licked his lips, red and puffy from the pressure of your mouth. He winked at you and tugged your hand.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to class.”

Yoochun scenario requested by blackberrygirl.tumblr.com. Sexy time when you’re both drunk and at his house.
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You giggled a you fell up the stairs. Your best friend Yoochun collapsed next to you and laughed hard. You pressed your face in his shoulder and shimmied close to his body. 

“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” Yoochun said, his hands moving to steady you. 

“Me?! What about you? You can barely walk,” you accused. 

“I can walk better than you,” Yoochun promised. 

“Should we race up the stairs?” you asked. He stood up to get a head start but teetered on the edge of the stairs and sat back down falling against you.

“I win,” you told him.

Your faces were close together. When did that happen? 

He shook his head. “You cheated.”

“I didn’t even move!” you exclaimed.

“That’s why you’re a cheater,” he said. 

His face got closer to yours, his breath fanned across your face. In your drunken stupor your didn’t even think about whether it was a good idea or not to kiss him.  His lips looked soft, that was reason enough. 

You ungracefully lurched forward and pressed your lips against his. He didn’t even seem surprised. 

He opened his mouth to you and your tongues met. Even in your drunken state you could tell that he was a good kisser. A familiar kisser. You didn’t remember kissing him before but fuck it seemed like you had. 

He was your best friend so it should have felt weird kissing him, instead you felt yourself becoming addicted. He lips were like magic on yours. 

You moaned his name and he allowed you to crawl on top of him.  Y

ou were sill sitting on the stairs but when you felt his hardness pressing into you, you seriously debated wether or not you should just fuck him on the stairs because you weren’t sure if you could wait any longer. 

His hands crept down your back and you could feel the material of your short club dress being pulled up.

“I’m so selfish,” he muttered muttered your mouth, his tongue brushing against yours. 

“Why?” you asked as he bunched your dress around your hips.  His fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties. 

“You’re not going to remember this in the morning,” he said. You were about to question him further but he was starting to pull down your lace panties and it seemed useless to scrounge for more details. 

It was kind of difficult to get them off since both of you were having issues with your balance, and you ended up sitting on the stair next to Yoochun.  He grinned at you mischievously and dropped down a couple of steps. He settled himself in front of you. 

“Spread your legs for me,” he said. “I want to taste you.”

Your legs feel open without hesitation and you sucked in a breath, waiting for what was going to come next.  He ran a hand through his hair before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. 

You trembled under his gaze, his eyes are darkened and he looked half wild with lust, like he could destroy your body. He probably saw the look mirrored in your own eyes. 

He kissed along your inner thigh, flicking his tongue against the unmarked skin he found there. He stopped his ascent and sucked particularly hard at a place high on your thigh. You moaned as you realized he was marking you. 

You wiggled your hops hoping he would take the hint and kiss you where you wanted it. 

He ignored you and marked the inside of your other thigh before moving up.  At the first touch of his tongue your body jerked, hips arching off the stairs. He was a tease, tracing his tongue along your folds, wanting to make you wetter for him. As if that we possible.

The tightness in your stomach was impossible as he took pity on you and licked your clit, once, twice, then he sucked it into his mouth. You cried out completely uncaring if his younger brother heard you. 

Yoochun didn’t seem to care too much either, since the assault with his mouth thankfully didn’t stop. 

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged hard when his tongue entered you hole. You breath came out in a rush, his name came out stuttered. His mouth felt so hot and so good on you. He returned to your clit and used a finger to circle your opening. Teasing your heated flesh he waited until you were begging for him before he  pushed the finer inside of you. 

You thrust your hips up, it wasn’t enough. You were so wet that his finger slid into you easily.

“More,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. 

He kissed your folds delicately and gave you what you wanted. Your arms shook against the stairs and you gasped. Oh god you were going to cum. You didn’t have time to tell Yoochun before you shuddered and came apart on the stairs. He kissed your face as you came down from your high. 

“Do you want to move to my room?” he asked. 

You shook your head. Your head was spinning, this moment felt so hot, do wild, so sexy. You didn’t want it to end.  

“Right here please.”

“That’s my girl,” he sent you a devilish smile. He sat next to you and shimmied out out of his clothes. He pulled your dress over your head and patted his lap. 

“Ride me,” he ordered. You almost shivered the dominance in his voice. He was so sexy. Why hadn’t you noticed before?  As you slid into his lap you were once again overwhelmed by how familiar it felt to be on him in side a way. 

His hands clasped you and pulled you hard against his chest. His weeping cock for trapped between your bodies. You wiggled against him causing a moan to slip through his beautiful lips. 

You leaned forward biting his lower lip and enticing him into another hot and wet kiss. 

His hands tightened on your ass. He lifted you up slightly and positioned himself under you. You has just had an orgasm but your body was ready for more. You could feel yourself trembling with excitement as his cock brushed against your begging entrance. 

“Yoo,” you breathed against his ear. 

He kissed along your jaw, nipping hard enough to leave marks. He pushed inside of you until you were full seated on his lap. You pressed your face into his shoulder an breathed  in his scent. He was intoxicating. Would he still want you when he’s sober? Was he just drunk out of his mind and anything that walked would have been fine? Would this ruin your friendship? Until that moment you had never thought about your best friend in this way, sure he had been a good looking guy who had a pretty sexy boy but to actually wan him in a sexual way? You had only had that crisis once as the moment he had gotten a girlfriend you had been able to put it out of his mind. Obviously he didn’t feel the same  way. So would he want to peruse something tomorrow morning or next week? 

His next word cleared your worries, he was clearly attracted to you on some level. Whether he waned  a relationship was questionable.

“God, I love it when you say my name. Even during the day, when we’re just hanging out, you say my name in a way that makes me hard a a rock,” he  was practically purring as he began to roll his hips against you. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders and began to move your hips against his wildly. The pressure was so hot you felt like you were being burned. 

You found his lips again and open toe mouth for him, loving the way he controlled the kiss,  the way he forced your head to tilt so he could explore your entire mouth with his tongue. 

You brace yourself on his shoulders, moaning his name like a whore and not caring one bit. For his part he seemed more turned on.  His grip was so rift that it was starting to bruise. You moaned at the thought of waking up tomorrow with the bruises he gave you on your ass. 

He nipped at your shoulder and you orgasmed for the second time that night. His arms tightened around you and he whispered your name, his voice strained and husky. 

Your body tightened on his and he fell over the edge, panting into your hair. His hands squeezed your body, probably bruising you again. It was still exciting. 

You felt exhausted and rolled onto the stairs, completely boneless. Yoochun took a deep breath then looked over at you and smiled.

“We should go to my bed now,” he said. You took your hand and together you made your way to his bedroom.
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The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache and a weight on your waist. You turned over.

Yoochun, was sleeping soundlessly behind you, his arm holding you close.

Your eyes widened. So it had happened.

As if aware that you were watching him Yoochun slowly woke up. He smiled slightly.

“Tell me you remember this time.”

“What?” you asked, completely confused.

“This happened before,” Yoochun said, covering his eyes. He looked disappointed. “A couple months ago we got really smashed and had sex. We were at Junsus house. So the next morning I got nervous and left. Then the next time I saw you, you didn’t even remember.”

That explained why everything seemed familiar last night.

You blinked hard and moaned. “What the hell did I drink that night?” You licked your lips. “I’m sorry that I don’t remember.”

He shrugged. “You remember last night?”

“I do,” you replied.

Things got awkward. “So… what did you think?”

You could help but laugh. “Good.”

He turned to you quickly. “Good? That’s it?”

“Well how amazing was it if I forgot-“

He clamped a hand over your mouth. “You’re not leaving this bed until you give me a better compliment than good.”

“Can you convince me in the shower because I’m gross?”

He thought about it for a beat. “I’ll race you.” 

Part 2

“Want to make some of those fantasies reality?” he asked. 

You licked your lips, you felt like you didn’t have enough saliva in your mouth.  He pushed the blanket away. You were only wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Your underwear had ridden low on your hips. 

He grinned at you and took his glasses off. 

“Question,” he began. “Are you a virgin?” 

You hesitated a second too long before nodding. 

He smiled at you, it was an expression of gentleness not of a predator. “I’ll be careful with you. Gentle,” 

The way he spoke was so seductive that you found yourself nodding. He covered your eyes with his palm. 

“I don’t want you saying yes because you feel pressured. I’ve liked you for a while now and I would be honored if you let me be your first. Don’t look at me when you answer.” 

With his warm palm over your eyes you licked your lips, your mouth felt so dry. 

“I want to give you my virginity,” you said, the words falling from your mouth.

“No pressure,” he chuckled.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said lamely.  He smiled and pulled unpublished into his lap, against his chest. You could feel each breathe he took and the beating of his heart. 

It was beating really fast, was he as nervous as you. 

You decided to ask him. 

He nodded, “Of course I’m nervous, I have spent so long thinking about being with you that I hope I can please you the way I do in my mind,”

You smiled at him, sliding your arms nervously around his neck.”I trust you.”

“I suppose you have to. I mean, you let me stay in your apartment with you,” he grinned from ear to ear. He had the most beautiful smile. 

He cradled you against his chest and leaned down giving you time to tell him no. When you reminded silent, when you closed your eyes he took that as permission. 

His mouth was soft against yours, his lips gentle and slow against yours. He wasn’t going to rush you tonight, he was going to love you slowly and properly. 

His hands were innocently on your back, not straying to anywhere naughty. 

Soon his tongue peeked out of his mouth, brushing along your lower lip. You had very little kissing experience and unsure of what he wanted. You could guess from what you’ve seen in movies but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself if you were wrong. Taecyeon pulled back and brushed your hair behind your ear. 

“Open your mouth for me,” he said. His voice was deep and husky, it sent shivers down your spine.  When his mouth landed on yours for the second time and you felt his tongue teasing your bottom lip you opened to him. 

His tongue entered your mouth, probing and exploring. You clutched at his shoulders helplessly, your entire body hummed with excitement and he was just kissing you. What would going all the way feel like? 

His arms shifted on your body, changing your position easily. Your legs were planted on either side of his hips and he slid a hand under your back, so he could lower both of your bodies on the bed. 

He pulled back from your mouth and shifted between your thighs. His hardness pressed into your inner thigh. 

You bit your lip, trying to keep in your gasp in. He flashed his white teeth at you and moved again, this time his bulge pressing directly into the place between your legs that was wet and throbbing. 

He grounded against you, his cock driving you wild with each little brush against your panty covered opening. His breathing was quiet in your ear, he moaned each time you arched and bucked into his grinding. 

“Shall I get naked first?” he asked. You nodded, knowing that you would feel more comfortable if he was naked too. 

He pulled his clothes off piece by piece until he was naked in front of you. You licked your lips, he was so beautiful, he looked like he was sculpted by Michaelangelo.

He pulled your tank top over your head, each movement gentle. He quickly relieved you of your panties. You tried to cover yourself but he shook his head. 

“If we’re going to get into a relationship, I’d like to see you naked,” he said. “Especially since anyone in a relationship with me is going to be naked a lot.”

You moved your arms blushed brightly as his eyes scanned your body. You moaned when he suddenly touched between your thighs. 

“Taec,” you gasped.

He pressed two fingers into you. It hurt, you were so unused that you cringed away from him. He shook his head and whispered soothing words into your ear. 

“Just breath,” he coached. “It’ll get better I promise.”

You nodded and tried to concentrate on how it felt good, it didn’t really, you were wondering why people did this AT ALL-FUCK!  

His fingers suddenly brushed against your inner walls in a way that had you arching into his touch. He grinned and added a third finger. The pain was back but when he hit that spot again you were able to ignore it. 

He continued to thrust into you until you were a moaning, writhing mess under him. 

“Are you ready?” he asked.

You nodded breathlessly.

He settled between your thighs and slowly pushed in. Inch by inch he slowly inserted himself into you. 

You swore, it hurt. 

He grinned. “My girls has a potty mouth?”

You blushed and returned the smile weakly.

He asked you if he should pull out.

You shook your head desperately. You had a taste of what it felt like, you weren’t going to let it go. “It’s okay, don’t stop.”

He was finally all the way inside of you and you gasped. You moaned his name. The pain lessened, it still burned but you didn’t care. He was fucking inside of you.

His thrusts were slow and gentle as he kissed along your neck. His right hand found your breast and began to roll your nipple between his fingers. 

Your entire body felt the movement and your hips bucked against him. He growled and thrust into your harder.

You ran your sweaty hands over his back, touching every place on his body that you could reach, he smelt so good, his mouth tasted so good. You weren’t sure how long you were going to last.

He could tell. He dipped his tongue into your open mouth and you moaned around the hot muscle. He whispered your name.

You clawed at his back. 

He looked into your eyes and sent you the most gentle and caring look you had ever recieved. 

“Cum for me,” he said. 

Your body reacted as if he were your master and you had no other choice. Pleasure flooded your body like a tsunami and you shuddered in his arms. He thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm for so long it seemed like the pleasure was never ending. 

He sped up and within minutes he was falling over the edge, screaming your name as he went. His body jerked and his hips smashed against yours. He shook as his orgasm washed through him. 

He collapsed on top of you and rolled to the side to avoid crushing you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled sweetly at him. He had just given you the best night of your life, he deserves a medal or a fruit basket or something. 

He nodded. “I hope this means that you want to be my girlfriend. I guess I should have made this clear before. We’re dating now.”

You giggled. “I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Good,” he smiled at you, kissing your forehead. “I also hope you know that I’m insatiable. If you’re lucky I’ll let you leave the bedroom one this week.”

http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/167623/5/dr-feel-good-hyuna-jonghyun-joon-shinee-smut-you-schoollive 

The smut is coming soon. I’m writing it tonight and Mimi will post it when she’s ready.

I forgot who requested this but she wanted Taecyeon with glasses and a virgin girl.

I’m making ‘you’ extremely naive in this two-shot. Enjoy :D
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Part 1

Taecyeons  hands slid down your trembling stomach. You swallowed thickly and tried not to thrash as he relieved you of your panties. 

“Just as i thought,” Taecyeon mused. “You’re a virgin.” 

You should have been embarrassed but he looked pleased at the idea so you didn’t spare the emotion any thought. 

You shivered  as he kissed your inner thighs, everything seemed to blur together. His hand smoothed down your body, spreading your legs wider causing you to moan wantonly. 

You gasped as he brushed your opening. It was hardly a real touch but it had you arching off the bed and whimpering for more. 

“T-Taecyeon,” you whispered, the ability to use our voice seems to have abandoned you. 

His mouth was hot. His tongue traced wet patterns along your inner thigh. His name came out in a pant. 

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he promised, his finger tips were gentle as they caressed your sides, he brushed the outside of your breast before finding the nipple and swirling the tip of his nail around it. You had no words, only harsh breaths and his name panted and broken. 

“Let me take you?” it came out as a question but you felt like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

You nodded and clasped his biceps. He was so large and solid, his frame hovering over you made you feel small and vulnerable, you liked that. You felt protected.  He brushed against your opening and you gasped, hands flying to grab the sheets. 

“Taecyeon i’m ready for you,” you finally found your voice.  

 The knock at your bedroom door jarred you awake. You flushed hotly, the space between your legs was burning and you knew you were about to open the door to the man you had just had a wet dream about. 

Taecyeon was your neighbour but when his apartment had become flooded you had innocently offered him a room with you. Now that you realized that he would be so close and within hearing distance you were stressed. 

No, he could know. Never.

He called your name. “Are you okay?” 

Taecyeon asked the question just as you were deciding that he was oblivious but he was grinning from ear to ear on the other side of the door. He knew that he was considered a nerd, with his thick glasses and his love for chemistry and his seemingly lack of interest in women.

He also didn’t care. He knew that he liked women, he knew that he was head over heels for his neighbor who had kindly let him stay in her apartment when his had flooded.

Ever since he got there he would lie in bed wanting to cover her mouth with a piece of tape or something. 

She was an active dreamer, it had become apparent and his naked body seemed to be a feature in most of those dreams or so her moans of pleasure at night led him to believe.  

He normally ignored it but he was getting tired of jerking off in the shower or in his bed. Alone. Not when there was a pleading woman ten feet from his room. 

He opened the door making his mind up in that moment, he would play with yo a little bit. He had to catch his breath when he say you. Your face was flushed, your mouth open slightly, your hair was all over the place. Sex hair. 

Yup he was getting some tonight and it was going to come from you. You pulled the blanket around yourself tighter as he entered the room. There was no way he knew what you had dreaming about so you should just calm down but you were trembling anyway.

WHAT IF HE COULD TELL?? You would die of embarrassment. 

Or maybe you would survive. 

He looked down at your lower half which was covered, perking an eyebrow. 

Nope death was the only way out of this. Drowning or hanging? Both sounded legit at that moment.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stepping into the room fully. “You looked flushed. Are you getting a fever?”

He shut the door and walked over to you, pressing a warm hand against your damp forehead. You tried not to flinch.

“Maybe you should take a shower?” he offered.

You shook your head. “I’m fine. I just want to sleep.”

You covered your head with the blanket and held your breath, hopefully he would go away. 

You felt the edge of the bed dip. 

“Are you sure?” he asked.

You felt his hand land on your ass. You froze. Maybe he had meant to land on your shoulder. The fact that he was that close to your ass had you panicking. Your crazy mind was sending thoughts threw your head that didn’t even make sense. They got more and more wild as they went on.

Could he tell you were turned on?

Did he know you were wet?

Could he feel that you were wet? 

Suddenly he cupped his hand. You moaned and slapped your hands over your mouth. His hand was sliding down the curve of your ass. You bent your legs, bringing them closer to your chest, the action one of reflex to protect you. 

It just left you more vulnerable. He pushed the blanket away and cupped your ass more fully. With your legs bent he was able to touch your more sensitive places.

You thrashed and moved away from him. 

“What are you doing?” you asked.

He leaned forward, his glasses making his eyes look large and curious. He licked his lips. 

“Were you dreaming about me?” he asked.

You blinked, shocked. 

“I heard you moan my name,” he said. 

You gasped.

He chuckled and found your hand. He pulled you forward, your face was inches from his. You could almost taste his lips.

“Want to make some of those fantasies reality?”

G.O. Requested by Todiedreaming.tumblr.com or least I thought that was the url, when I searched it up I couldn’t find her blog. Maybe she deleted? Any whoo this is who it was for. I think, she requested so long ago!
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You pushed your glasses further up your face as you watched the models walk down the run way. Or at least that was what you were doing in theory. 

In reality, you were watching your boss as he touched his face and places the other on his thigh. His legs were spread, you could see the outline of his length through his tight black pants and he wasn’t even aroused. Could you just imagine what he would look if-NO! You needed to stop.

Jung ByungHee was your boss. Nothing more. Unfortunately. NO! That was not a thought you were supposed to be having. You needed to train yourself to forget about how good he looked, how nicely his clothes clung to his-NO!

You were hopeless. You were sitting next to him for Heavens sake, he was going to notice you spazzing over him eventually. Of course you had been thinking he would notice for months now and he was still oblivious.

Maybe he was just stupid. Or just a man. Men could be oblivious when it came to girls, they never noticed that smitten girl sitting next to them who were willing to do anything to make them happy. ByungHee would be the type of guy to date a model, like the long leggy ones that were walking the run way right now. 

“Pay attention,” he hissed at you.

You blinked at him, unaware that he had just caught you staring. In fact he was in the process of telling himself that giving you what you wanted right there was a bad idea. 

He knew how you felt about him. Hell, he was pretty sure that any one could. You were constantly staring at his crotch, licking your lips as if getting your mouth on his dick was all you wanted. 

He hadn’t given in because he was your boss and it wasn’t professional. Still if you kept staring at him like that he was bound to give in. 

In fact, he felt his control wearing thin right now. He was the boyfriend type of guy. He never slept with a woman unless they were in a relationship with him, he liked intimacy with commitment. With you though, he wasn’t sure if he could wait for commitment.

He sent you a scathing look hoping that you would get the message and look away.

You were oblivious as to why he was glaring at you like that but managed to look away. The rest of the fashion show was painful, he seemed to be furious at you and you didn’t even know why. 
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After the show you turned to find one of the male models smiling at you. Your boss was speaking with other magazine editors and you were dutifully following him. Until the model approached you.

He wasn’t exactly your type but his attention was flattering. You smiled back and he introduced himself. You told him your name and he shook your hand.

“Are you a model too? I haven’t seen you around,” he said.

“No, no, I’m with Mr. Jungs magazine,” you said. “I’m his assistant.”

“He has lovely taste in assistants,” the man said. You blushed politely and were about to thank him when you felt a hand clasp your upper arm.

“Getting an interview?” the voice of your boss was angry, surprisingly so.

“Actually I was-” the model started.

“Never mind,” Byunghee shook his head and tugged your with him. He pulled your from the building and asked the valet to get his car. He was squeezing hard on your arm and you winced.

“What are you doing?!” you exclaimed, you tried to pry his hand off of you. 

He remained silent and when the car pulled up in front of you he opened the passenger door and pushed you inside. You were so shocked you were unable to move. He got in the driver seat and started the engine. 

He was silent for a while, then suddenly he was yelling.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? YOU SHOULD BE ACTING PROFESSIONAL, NOT DROOLING ALL OVER SOME MALE MODEL WHO PROBABLY NEVER WENT TO SCHOOL OR HAS ANY REAL BRAINS! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE A MOCKERY OF MY MAGAZINE?” 

You felt nervous he had never gotten angry with you before. 

“I didn’t do anything,” you said. “I wasn’t drooling over him, he wasn’t even attractive.”

“What?” Byunghee said, slamming on the brake. He pulled over to the side of the road. 

“I wasn’t drooling.”

“Crap.”

“What’s going on?” you asked, you felt like your head was spinning. 

Byunghee slapped the steering wheel. “Fuck I’m an idiot.”

“Jung Byunghee, tell me right now, what the hell is wrong with you? Why did you yell at me?” you asked.

Suddenly he turned the car off, unbuckled your seatbelt and dragged you across the seat. You felt his body press up against his as you tumbled into his lap.

“What are y-“

His lips claimed yours. You gasped against his lips and he took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was angry, the way his hands clutched your hips was rough.

His large hands covered so much of your body and you shivered. You were so confused, nothing was making sense but you couldn’t fight it. You didn’t WANT to fight it.

When he sucked on the tip of your tongue you felt a rush of heat flood your body. You arched into his touched. 

Through the lusty haze you realized that you had no clue why he was acting like this. Suddenly being confused didn’t seem like a good idea any more. 

You pushed on his chest, he let you pull away. Your lips tingled.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked.

His eyes met yours but his hands didn’t slow down. He pushed your dress up and his fingers danced along your inner thighs.

“I think the question is, why am I doing this now?” he asked. “When I should have done this so long ago?”

You opened your mouth to tell him to slow down, to explain himself. He pushed your dress up around your waist and your protest died on your lips.

His fingers rubbed at your entrance through your thin panties. He grinned.

“I knew you were a pink panties type of girl,” he said. You felt him push them aside and you rocked your hips forward, wanting to feel more of his touch.

You couldn’t respond to him. Hell you were sure if he wanted a response, you weren’t able to think straight. He pushed one long finger into your opening, barely penetrating you. 

You moaned wildly and tossed your head back. It smashed against the window and the noise you were making dissolved into one of pain.

Byunghee kissed your neck, nibbling on the sink just below your ear to distract you from what was probably a forming bruise. The car was cramped, the front seat was not the ideal place for this but when you felt his erection pressing into your ass from under you had you forgetting how inconvenient it was.

As Byunghee pushed a second finger inside your body, you clutched at his arm and blushed. The sound that came out of your mouth was somewhere between a whimper and a broken sob.

He grinned and you felt him pull his fingers out of your body, you moaned at the lose but he was pulling off your panties and changing your position, forcing you to put a leg on either side of his thick thighs. 

The zipper of his pants scraped along your folds as you ground down against him. 

“You’re going to make an embarrassing stain on the front of my pants,” he warned, meeting your mouth and you exchanged open mouthed kisses. 

“Shut up,” you ordered.

“Okay,” he was amazingly compliant. His breath came out shakier than before. You smiled against his mouth, loving his reactions to you and the way he thrusting up against you as if he were dying to be inside of you.

You reached between your bodies and found the zipper. He bucked against your palm and his growled into your warm and pliant mouth. 

You opened his pants and together you forced them down, just far enough to let his cock spring free. He brushed against your inner thigh and you clutched at his shoulders. Pre-cum smeared along your skin.

You wrapped your hand around his length and he moaned against your lips. 

“No teasing,” he said. “I’ve waited too fucking long to have you. I want to be inside of you.”

You melted at his words, whether they true or not you feel for him. He clasped your hips and guided your body towards his.

His hips jerked as he entered you. His sudden movement drove him deep inside of you and you winced. He was too much too fast.

“Fuck,” you whispered. His pressed your face into his neck and smoothed down your hair.

“Sorry, babe,” he said. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

You took a deep breath and searched for his lips. He hands cupped your face, his overwhelming gentleness making the pain disappear. This was how you had always imagined him to be, he was the type of guy that liked to be careful with his women, he liked to make love not fuck.

He kissed you slowly, opening your mouth with his tongue. The wet muscle explored the inside of your mouth and painted along each of your teeth. You moaned weakly into his mouth.

“Move please,” you breathed against his lips. He nibbled on your lower lip and then thrust up.

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck. His hands spread flat against your back. He guided your thrusts, controlling the pace, you followed his movements without questions. 

His breath was hot on your neck. His mouth wet and burning. “Fuck, I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

You were shocked he was apologizing at that moment but he some how made it sound hot and sexy. 

“It’s okay,” you said. His hands slid down your back and cupped your ass cheeks. You gasped and suddenly he slammed into you at a different angle. 

Your screamed his name and bit down on his collar bone.

“Fuck,” He growled in your ear. Your walls clamped down on his length and your entire body shuddered. He rolled his hips against yours in a jerky motion. He pulled from your entrance and exploded between you, the hot liquid from his cock squirted on your lower stomach.

You kissed him hard as you tried to catch your breath. You could feel his cooling cum drip down your hips and the front of your thighs.

He cupped your face and forced you away from him.

“What?” you asked, brows furrowed questioningly. 

“Do you want to come back to my place?” he asked.

You didn’t waste a moment nodding. He leaned forward and nuzzled your nose. The gentleness was shocking, more like that of a boyfriend than a random fuck buddy. 

“Maybe I can seduce you properly and we can be on a bed,” he actually started blushing. “I’m sorry that I took you like an animal in the front seat of a car, I promise that it was never-“

You covered his mouth with your palm. “I don’t regret it but if you insist you can make it up to me tonight.”