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kinktober — day 9 | multiple orgasms

love talk • [liu yangyang]

touch me, tease me, feel me up

pairing: liu yangyang x fem!reader genre: smut, ons!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which yangyang takes you home after meeting you at the club word count: 1377 warnings: multiple orgasms, fingering (fem receiving), oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe y‘all)

for personal reasons i will never write yang^2 smut again

»Don’t get attached to me«, the young man whispered, a joking subtone coloring his voice as he placed his lips on yours in a feverish kiss.

He slowly dragged his lips down your neck, his breath ghosting over your collarbones as you let out a deep sigh. He had you wrapped around the tips of his long fingers; one glance had been enough for you to stay fixed on him as he swayed to the rhythm at the club, drink in one hand as he gestured towards you to come closer.

The way his dark eyes were hooded with something unexplainable made your brain switch to auto-pilot as you stepped towards him, the liquid courage pumping through your veins blocking off any thoughts of how stupid you could possibly be.

Especially after he didn’t only dance closer to you than anyone ever did before, he also managed to convince you to leave the club with him. Now you found yourself at his place, his hands roaming your body as he slowly undressed you.

You were sober enough to understand what was happening, yet you found yourself in a daze, the lust you felt for him stronger than the fact he was a stranger. Stronger than the fact this was a one time thing.

You knew you would never see him again after this, yet you were too selfish to care. He was the one seducing you, so naturally you had to give in to the fun he was offering.

Snapping out of your dream-like state, you realized his hands stroking the dress you wore off your shoulders, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear as he peppered kisses on the newly revealed skin. As if it was glue, his lips kept sticking to it, ghosting over what had been covered just seconds ago, before you bared for him and his eyes only.

His hot breath against your sensitive skin chased goosebumps down your spine and you felt your cheeks flush as he rested his hands on your hips.

»Are you okay?«, he suddenly asked.

The atmosphere in the room drastically shifted at his unexpected question but you only placed your hands on his stomach, stroking them up to his chest before you started unbuttoning his shirt.

»Perfectly fine«, you hummed, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back in for a kiss. He groaned at your tongue trying to slip past his lips as you fiddled with his belt to get rid of his pants.

Noticing your hands there, he quickly grabbed your wrists and pushed you onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head. You exhaled deeply, his figure hovering over you as a low chuckle escaped his throat.

»Oh baby, you‘re playing by my rules tonight«, he purred, slowly running his hands down your body, hooking his fingers under the hem of your panties as he stroked down your legs.

Out of reflex, you closed them, the cold air on your cunt making you hiss, as he pushed your legs back open.

He placed a kiss on your clit, licking a strip up your folds as he dipped his tongue inside you. You whined out his name, reaching out to tangle your fingers in his hair as he mumbled incomprehensible praises against your pussy.

You arched your back off the bed in pleasure when he added a finger inside you while his tongue drew merciless circles on your bud and moaned his name in high notes, the knot in your stomach tightening as your orgasm grew closer.

His hot breath on your sensitive area only added to your bliss, while he repeatedly told you how good you were doing, like a mantra stuck in his brain. He took his time with you, occasionally coming up from between your legs to catch a look at how your face twisted when he hit your sweet spot.

Two of his fingers already felt so good inside of you, you couldn’t even imagine how his dick must feel. Clenching around his digits inside you, you shouted his name as your orgasm overcame you and shook your body, back arching off the bed again.

A dirty grin curled his lips as he pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean before he sank his tongue into your hole again, eating you out like a starved man and pushing you over the edge again as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

He hissed at the sudden pain when the crescent marks you left on his skin turned to scratches that came up his neck, all the way to the back of his head.

»So you really want me to wear turtlenecks for the whole next week«, he chuckled against your center, the second orgasm already approaching because of the way his tongue moved in and out of you at the same pace his fingers did before.

Tears started pooling in your eyes and you bit your bottom lip to silence your moans, preventing them from turning into screams of his name as a second wave of bliss shook your body.

He licked a strip between your folds once more, snorting at the way your pussy clenched around nothing when he reached your numbing clit with the tip of his tongue.

»Already so fucked out and I didn’t even get to use my dick yet.«

His voice sounded scolding, as if it was your fault your core got sensitive after he made you cum twice.

You couldn’t think of anything to reply, brain too fogged by lust as you held a staring contest with the ceiling, too much going through your head to connect the noises you heard to clothes being taken off.

Only when you felt his hands on your thighs again, you were brought back to reality, the sore muscles in your thighs fighting against the urge to keep them open.

Yangyang clicked his tongue, mumbling a comment to your fucked out state as he aligned himself with your entrance, bottom lip held hostage between his teeth as he pushed into you again.

You whined out his name when his girth stretched out your strained walls again as he slowly reached your sweet spot with his tip.

»How are you still so tight«, he purred, ghosting over your torso with his lips to give you some time to get used to him inside of you. »Your pussy still wants my dick even though you already had my fingers inside you? Did you not get enough yet?«

Your only answer was a pathetic whimper as he picked up the pace, repeatedly pounding into you, while he easily hit the spot that made you see stars.

You closed your eyes, the incomprehensible words rolling off your tongue a mixture of his name, praises and curse words as both of you chased your highs to the melody of skin hitting skin and the breathless sounds of your respiration.

Soon enough, his thrusts grew sloppier, a hint of his approaching high as you clenched around him once more, bucking up your hips to take him inside you impossibly deeper.

»So desperate to cum again? Didn’t I fuck you good enough already?«

The mocking tone of his voice didn’t even reach you, ears closed to any sound coming from his lips as you dissolved into pleasure and came on his dick, groaning his name through grit teeth.

Helping you ride out your orgasm, he also reached his high, shooting his seed into you as he pulled out, painting your walls and thighs in white.

»Shit, I’m sorry«, he panted as he rolled off you and breathlessly lay down next to you. »Didn’t mean to spread my babies everywhere.«

He silently giggled as a smile curled on your lips. You were too tired to join his laughter but still felt like you should credit him for that joke, so you turned your face to him and showed him your amused grin.

»Okay, not funny, I got it.« Planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, he pushed himself off the bed and picked up his boxers from the floor.

»You can stay the night if you want, but we gotta get you cleaned up first.«

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late asf but as promised, here it is yangyang anon ㅠㅠ

taglist:

@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober setlist

Coffee?

HENDERY X READER

The cute guy you met at a coffee shop offers to pay for your drink....and your attention.

The autumn breeze stung your face as you pulled your knit scarf closer to your mouth to trap in the warmth of your breath. The leaves made crunching noises as your feet collided with the ground, picking up the wet ones with the soles of your shoes as you walked. Your plaid knit skirt and black shirt weren't any combat against the cold, even with your beige trenchcoat wrapped around you like a blanket. Thankfully, the familiar aroma of your coffee shoppe filled your senses as you got closer and closer to the warmth inside of the building.

With a resounding bell from the top of the door, you made your entrance known with the gust of wind that came with it. Sighing in contempt as you noticed the shoppe was almost entirely empty, you made your way to the counter and removed the scarf from your face to give your order. Your best friend, Doyoung was working the night shift for today and he had complained about how bored he would be since no one would come in. He also complained about being too physically and emotionally exhausted the next day at classes.

"(Y/N)!" He said, placing his fingers on the counter and tapping them in a drumming motion against the slab surface, "What can I getcha?"

You smiled. "The usual."

You watched as he went to busy himself in the back, struggling to get the cups from the top shelf by the sinks. Of course you had ordered a cold drink in cold weather, just when they had put away all the summer cups.

Looking around, you noticed that the couple at the table in the back just made their exit out the front door of the shoppe; the bell ringing once more overhead. They walked towards the edge of the street and waited for the traffic to pass before walking off into the dark distance ahead. Turning back to the counter, you place a two dollar tip in the tip jar and busy yourself with organizing the complementary straws by color.

"What's wrong with the way they were before?"

A deep sounding voice came from behind and startled you slightly. The man who had entered extremely quietly was tall and thin with sharp, angular features that any model or movie star would kill for. He had box dye black hair and earrings that ran all the way up his ears and a nose ring to match. Clad in a black cashmere sweater and dark jeans, he was very beautiful and oh so very close to where you were standing.

"Oh! Uhm, well they seemed to be a bit out of order. The orange ones go in the back and the green in the front." Blushing, you occupy yourself with staring in any direction that he was not in.

He giggled. "Why's that?"

"Well no one would voluntarily go for the orange ones first." You said in retaliation to which he found the funniest statement ever. A couple awkward seconds pass and Doyoung returns with your iced caramel latte in one hand and a napkin in the other. Placing them down in front of you he checks the guy out behind you and you give him a knowing glance.

"Anything else?" He asked you as you fumbled around for your credit card. Suddenly, a hand stops you from behind and a card is handed over to Doyoung before you could seemingly blink.

"I'll get one of those too, please." The man says with a smirk as he pays for the both of your drinks.

"Why, thank you." You walk over to the nearest table and sit down while you watched Doyoung finish processing the stranger's card. Noticing you forgot a straw, you see the man grab two of them- two of the orange ones.

He sits down across from you and the light refracts off of the biggest earring on the right of his ear. His eyes find their way to yours as he smiles once more and hands you an orange straw.

"I figured that we could switch it up a bit and use the ugly straws." He states, holding his hands up in a fake surrender.

You were completely hooked on his persona now, and you knew that all attempt at forgetting him would be futile. He was just too goddamn pretty and too goddamn charismatic.

"I guess I'll let it slide since you did pay for my coffee." You said teasingly, as you worked on removing your hair from the braid it was pulled back in. Your bracelets jangled as your arms moved up to touch the delicately woven hair atop your head and you shook it out back to its full and natural state.

"Garnier?" He asks, stabbing the whipped topping with the straw and taking a long gulp of the gooey coffee tasting goodness. For a split second, you caught a flash of silver on his tongue before his mouth clamped down around the plastic.

"Garnier?" You asked, wondering what he could be referring to.

He smiled once more. "Your hair dye. It's a similar black to mine."

Damn, this boy was good. You nodded and let out a breathy laugh as you remembered the green box you'd picked out last week. The dye was the best for making sure the college dorm bathroom wasn't disgusting by the time you were done. Ryujin would have your head if she saw the caulking of the tiles stained black.

"Yes, it is," you said, watching the drinks disappear between the two of you, "How did you know that?"

He put down his cup and let out a soft exhale as he clapped his hands together in a cute way, watching you from across the table. "So glad you asked! I'm a hairdresser!"

"A hairdresser?" You asked with a blush starting to creep up onto your cheeks. That was cute. The thought of this stranger being paid to run his hands through your hair made your stomach ignite with butterflies.

"Yes!" He said, taking another sip of his coffee. It was just then that you asked him for his name, remembering that you didn't get one upon his first entrance.

"Hendery," He said with a mouth full of cream, "but you can just call me H."

"H? Why H?" You asked.

"Because it sounds edgier that way." He leans back in his booth and puts his arms up against the padding of the seat, trying to look cool and ridiculous at the same time. It looked much more like the latter to you, though.

"You're kidding?"

"Oh, 100%. That would be stupid."

His teeth flashed in your direction once more and you saw the tongue piercing that had been hidden from view. "What's your name?" He asks with a kind tone. He seemed to stop the entire world and focused solely on you. Time seemed to have stopped.

"(Y/N)." You said, intently gazing at his eyes.

"(Y/N)." He repeated, taking your name in like the drag of a cigarette. The word seemed to rest on his tongue like the piercing and then swallow down into the very fiber of his being. It was like a fish on a hook and damn, did he fall for you hook, line, and sinker.

The shared laughter between the two of you filled the entirety of the coffee Shoppe, and Doyoung eventually joined the both of you. He had whipped himself up a hot cocoa and you eyed the amount of whipped cream he had put on the top; sprinkles starting to melt into odd colors and the drink running down the sides of the cup onto the saucer. He totally had a whipped cream mustache above his upper lip and to say that he was enjoying the drink would be an understatement.

Eventually, Hendery had ordered one too and the secret came out that he really didn't like coffee, he had just come in to escape the cold and decided to stay for you. It was sweet and romantic and your heart filled with excitement as adrenaline coursed through your veins. This stranger was so enticing, yet so familiar. He couldn't have been a stranger anymore, however, he had introduced himself.

"Allow me to walk you home?" He motioned for the door as you threw away your cups. You looked back towards Doyoung and saw him motioning a blowjob with his hand in the air. Flipping him off silently, you agree and follow Hendery into the cold night air. It hasn't gotten any warmer, much to your dismay. The skirt seemed entirely ridiculous now as you grasped to hold onto any warmth.

"Hey, Hendery?" You asked, stopping along the sidewalk and looking up at the tall dark haired man. He smiled down on you with his teeth in a dorky manner and pushed away the hair from his eyes.

"Ye-es?" He said, glancing up at the streetlight that shone overhead. It was like a spotlight at a theatre and you were Romeo and Juliet. Just without the death and stuff.

"I-I think I'd like to do this again sometime." You said, reaching for his hand. Taking it from you, he spins you around and you turn in surprise, falling into his chest upon doing a 360.

"I'd like that too." His warm and minty breath fanned over your face and you knew you were done for.

"May I kiss you?"

"Why certainly."

With his lips against yours, you finally understood what people meant when they said they felt fireworks go off in their brains. It was safe and happy between the two of you as you leaned into each other, taking in one another's company. This whole scene was like something out of a movie and you thought back to the time you convinced yourself it wouldn't be possible for love at first sight.

Pulling away, Hendery rested his head against yours. "You taste like coffee." He says, leaning in for another kiss.

"I thought you said you didn't care for coffee?" You asked.

"I very much care for it now."