Yeosang Au - Blog Posts

Only You~

ꕥPosted: 3/24/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Yeosang

ꕥWord Count: <1k

ꕥWarnings: Consensual somnophilia, Mentions of masturbation(m), Fingering, Language, Hella fluff

ꕥA/N: As I mentioned in a recent post, I’ll be releasing a Seonghwa fluff fic in a few days, so keep an eye out for that and let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

The golden rays peered through the closed window blinds, hitting his eyes. As he blinked off his sleep, he turned to his girlfriend’s sleeping figure, remembering their conversation from the night before.

“I wanna try something new, Yeosang.” She said, closing the book she was reading and setting it on the bedside table, now facing the man laying in the bed beside her.

“What might that be?” He questioned, intrigued by her bold tone.

“Whoever wakes up first,” she started, “gets to wake the other up by pleasing them however they want. If you’re okay with it, of course.”

He raised a brow, surprised.

She usually was more shy when it came to sexual things, although she had been gradually becoming more bold. He was her first for almost everything, so it was only natural that she was shy.

It took her time, but a couple months into the relationship she assured him that she was ready to give her virginity to him. Give, she told him, because she trusted and loved him. She truly believed she wouldn’t be losing anything by sleeping with him. He was apprehensive about it, but as soon as she begged him, her voice whiny and eyes darkened with lust, he was done for. She felt a bit of pain at first, but it soon subsided and a fire burned within her, never before feeling as good as she did in that moment.

Sex quickly after became a regular ocurance, and he was surprised at how often she would pounce on him, shyly begging him to fill her up and please her in whatever way he wanted. Not that he minded at all. He had several sexual partners before, but none like her. She was a whirlwind, bold and daring one moment, then a shy and embarrassed mess with even the slightest innuindo he would whisper in her ear.

She was eager to please him, which he appreciated, but he found himself prioritizing her pleasure over his far more than he ever had with another woman. The way she would arch her back or furrow her eyebrows when they had sex was a heavenly sight to him, and he always wondered what planet he must’ve saved in his past life to be able to have her as his own. Cheesy, yes, but he had to admit it to be true. Her little mewls and breathless moans were likely enough to make him cum from that alone. He wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“What makes you say that, darling?” He placed an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and looking into her eyes.

Her face became a slight shade of pink, her bold nature slowly fading as it always did when he pulled her close, “I just think it’d be fun.”

He laughed, “Sure. I’m okay with that.”

He was relatively confident that he would wake up before her, he did most mornings anyways, but she was quick to fall asleep that night. She seemed very determined to wake up first and he started to think that she just might wake up before him. So when he awoke and saw her in such a peaceful, deep sleep he smiled to himself, looking forward to see her reaction to being woken up in such a way.

Her legs were intertwined with his, and carefully he separated them, gently spreading her legs as not to wake her up. He began by rubbing her thighs, the feeling of her soft, warm skin already driving him mad. His hands worked his way up under her loose shirt, finding her exposed breasts and teasing her nipples. Still asleep, she inhaled deeply, already responding to his touch. He felt himself twitch in his boxers, his member becoming hard.

He moved her panties aside, dipping his fingers down to run along her folds. She emitted a choked moan, calling out his name while still in a dream-like state. He felt her becoming wet and he grinned, surprised at how easily she was turned on, even in her sleep.

Yeosang moved closer to her, fingers moving to her clit and rubbing slow circles while whispering into her ear, “You like that? You like me touching your pretty pussy and making a mess out of you?”

She let out a jumble of words close to “please” while unconsciously moving her hands to fist the sheets near her. He slipped a few fingers into her folds, teasing her slightly before pushing his fingers all the way in, scissoring her from time to time.

It had taken a while to find her g-spot when they first started having sex, but he was eventually able to locate it with ease and he had memorized it like the back of his hand, loving the way she would call out to him as he stimulated her.

He curled his fingers to reach her sweet spot, knowing he found it when her eyes opened, loudly moaning as she did so. She turned to him and saw his hand down her panties, the sight making her even hornier, if that was possible for her.

“Good morning, princess.” He spoke in a sing-song voice that she was unable to fully process as he continued to find her g-spot over and over again. She moaned his name, grabbing his face and pulling him down to meet her lips. He felt her hips buck up into his hands and he groaned into the kiss.

“I’ll have to admit, this was a pretty good idea of yours.” Yeosang whispered, “You looked absolutely breathtaking waking up to see me fingering you.”

She moaned again, feeling the coil in her abdomen begin to unravel from the combination of his hands and words. He rode her out through her orgasm, slowing down his motions as to not overstimulate her. Her breathing slowly became less labored and she pressed her lips against his. He leaned back and admired her flushed face and reddened lips, a sense of pride washing over him. He watched as her eyes began to droop.

“Tired, love?”

She stuck out her lip and shook her head, looking so adorable to the man, “Wanna please you, babe.”

He chuckled at her sleepy state and said something he never would have with any other woman, “Why don’t you rest? You can later, okay?”

She nodded, not needing much convincing. Yeosang lifted himself from the bed and walked to their bathroom, grabbing a nearby towel. He ran warm water over it and smiled to himself. Before he met her, he would’ve chased after his pleasure immediately. Now, he had no problem with letting her rest while getting himself off in the bathroom. He really wanted the best for her, in all ways. He loved the woman in the other room with everything in him.

The woman gave a tired smile as he made his way to her, gently moving the warm towel between her legs and cleaning her. He pressed kisses to her thighs, whispering ‘I love you’s’ that she happily returned.

When he was satisfied, he removed the towel and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Placing the towel aside, he ran his hands through her hair, watching her eyes slowly close as she fell asleep once more, nothing but love in his eyes.

Teach Me~

ꕥPosted: 9/1/20

ꕥGenre: Smut, Fluff

ꕥPairing: Yeosang x Fem!Reader

ꕥWord Count: ~1.7k

ꕥWarnings: Fingering, Praising (f receiving), Protected sex, Oral (f receiving)

ꕥA/N: The next post I’m making is Pt. 2 for Ice Cream! Hope you enjoy this one as well as the next :))

“Damn skater boys and their skills. Why can’t I skateboard?” I whined, lazily flopping myself on the library table.

The university I attended allowed bikes and skateboards on campus, so it was common to see people riding either on their way to class. Skateboards were far more convenient, though, and if I knew how to skateboard I’d be riding along with them.

My friend Varsha rolled her eyes at me, “Ask one of them to teach you if you’re so eager, then.” She took a sip of her mocha frappuccino.

“Noooo they look so intimidating. I’d make a fool of myself anyways.”

“Then stop complaining, you big baby. Listen I’ve got class in 10 minutes so I’ll see you later, yeah?”

She walked away as I waved goodbye at her and I felt myself still pouting.

A deep voice startled me, “I don’t think I’m that intimidating, personally.”

Jumping, I faced the owner of the voice. A Greek god appeared before my eyes, his blond locks flowing slightly past his neck. If he didn’t just confirm that he was a skater, his clothes sure would have. His pink beanie looked like it was falling off his head, and his loose shirt and ripped jeans hid his frame, but I just knew he had abs.

The man saw me checking him out and raised a brow. “You’re cute. Meet me in parking lot A at five today. I’ll teach you how to skate.”

He walked away before I had the chance to refuse or even get his name. Well shit. What have I gotten myself into?

-

My final class of the day let out at noon, giving me plenty of time to mull over what I was going to do about the man’s proposal. On one hand, I have no clue who he is or why he would want to help me. He’s a stranger. I literally didn’t even know his name. Yet, on the other hand, he was a terribly handsome man who was willing to teach me how to skate, and I was dying to learn.

I drove back to the on-campus apartments, waiting for Varsha to arrive. I needed a second opinion and as my roommate and a good friend, she was always there to help me.

While I was waiting I decided to change into clothes that would be easy to skate in. You know, just in case. I realized I didn’t have too many exercise clothes to choose from, so I just slipped on a pair of jean shorts and a plain white tank top. It was hot outside so threw my hair in a ponytail.

As I was tying my hair up, I heard Varsha come barging in. “What’s up, fuckers?”

Varsha waltzed into our shared room and began to remove a few books from her backpack.

“Okay first of all, rude. Second, Sinoo and Trixie aren’t here, so it’s singular; fucker.”

Sinoo and Trixie were our dormmates and they shared a separate a room together. We were all about the same age, all sophomores, and shared similar interests so we bonded pretty quickly.

Sinoo was a transfer student from Korea and was just about the kindest soul you’d ever meet. Her English was so good that we swore it was her native language, which she vehemently denied. Sinoo was a music major and had the voice of a literal angel. She would sing almost 24/7 but no one minded because of her voice. Her positive energy was contagious, and she always made us smile.

Trixie was the embodiment of a stereotypical girly-girl. She had long, blonde hair and always wore fashionable clothes. It was strange to have a weekend where she wasn’t begging us to go shopping with her. Like Sinoo, she had a kind heart. She could come across as brash sometimes, but was an incredibly loyal person. Trixie changed her major about four different times, finally settling on majoring in fashion design, although I wouldn’t be surprised if she changed it again.

And Varsha was a true chaotic neutral if I’ve ever met one. Her antics could be slightly unpredictable, but she always knew how to make someone smile. A day wouldn’t go by without her mentioning her adorable white poodle at home and how much she missed him. She was a comfort to have around and the apartment always felt empty without her. Varsha was undecided on her major but knowing her, she’d be able to do anything well.

“So I need advice.”

Varsha gave me a curious look. “About what?”

I explained my situation to her and she laughed. “Go with him, duh.”

“What if he like kidnaps me or something?”

“Okay first of all, I know where you’re at and what time you’ll be there. If you’re not back in two hours I’ll call campus security, okay?”

I nodded, embarrassingly not needing anymore convincing.

-

I arrived three minutes early. The parking lot was surprisingly empty, but since it was a Friday, I wasn’t too surprised. Most students went home for the weekend anyway.

Not knowing what to to, I pulled out my phone to mindlessly scroll through social media. I glanced up when I heard footsteps approaching.

“Didn’t think you’d come, to be honest. Glad you did.” The man grinned, “You ready for your first lesson?”

“I suppose so.” I paused, “What’s your name?”

The question must’ve caught him off guard, given the confused expression on his face.

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “I’m Yeosang.”

I reached out to shake his hand, introducing myself as well. Yeosang motioned to his skateboard, setting it down.

“Alright. What’s the first rule of skateboarding?”

“Uhh...don’t break your skull?”

Yeosang laughed, nodding. “Well, I suppose that’s a good objective, but no. Balance is key. How good is your balance?”

“Mediocre at best.”

Yeosang tried his best to suppress a smile but failed terribly. I wasn’t sure why he tried to hide it. Every bit of him was so alluring.

“Alright then. I’ll hold you so you don’t fall. Now step up on the board just like this.” He demonstrated the action as he spoke, maintaining perfect balance.

I whined as I watched him. “There’s no way in hell I can do that, Yeosang.”

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.”

He led me to the board and I hopped on, doing my best to stabilize myself. I didn’t notice how his hands were gripping my hips or how close his face was to mine...at first. But when I did, my face instantly flushed.

With a raised brow, the man leaned even closer, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were blushing. I wonder what for? Could it be me?” The growl in his voice sent a shock straight to my core.

I forced myself to stable my breathing, “No. Get over yourself.”

“Feisty. I like it.”

-

We practiced for about an hour and a half but all I was able to accomplish was standing upright on the board.

“We’ve been practicing for quite awhile. Would you want to get a drink? It’s really hot.” Yeosang looked at me with genuine concern.

“Honestly, that would be fantastic.”

“My apartment isn’t too far from here. I can take you there and I can get you whatever.”

Normally, I wouldn’t have agreed in such a situation, but somehow I felt pulled to him. Like I couldn’t say no. And so, I agreed.

Yeosang picked up his skateboard and began to walk, leading me in an unfamiliar direction.

“So which apartment do you live in, Yeosang?”

“I live in Stockdale. Kinda sucks that it’s so far away from campus but it’s close to the lake so at least it has a pretty view.”

I nodded, “Ah I live in Callahan.”

“Oh yeah I lived in that apartment last year.”

I followed Yeosang up to the second floor of Stockdale and watched as he unlocked the door. All apartments had the same basic layout so the room essentially looked the same as mine, except for the position of the furniture and electronics scattered about the floor.

I sat down on the couch in his living room as Yeosang disappeared into his kitchen. I looked at the ugly, blue patched cushions that were placed on his couch. If they were unique to his apartment I would have teased him about it, but unfortunately the entire university decided that the pattern was ideal for all couches across campus.

A deep voice grabbed my attention. “Red punch okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Honestly anything is okay at this point.” I laughed. He passed me a cup filled with the red liquid and I took a sip.

“Thanks, by the way. For both teaching me and the drink.”

Yeosang smiled. “Not a problem. If you wanna get good though, you’ve gotta practice more. We should meet again.”

I smiled. “I’d like that...Oh shit-“ I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket, remembering to text Varsha.

Noticing Yeosang’s confused look, I clarified. “I told my roommate if I didn’t call within two hours or so to call security.”

I felt embarrassed as I said it aloud but Yeosang let out a hearty laugh. “Did you think I was going to rob you or something?”

“Hey! I didn’t know!” I pouted, still slightly embarrassed.

“I mean fair enough. You didn’t even know my name...I guess someone was desperate to learn how to skate.”

“Shut up.” As I was trying to place my phone back into my pocket I spilled some punch on my shirt.

“Aww. I don’t wanna clean that up.” I whined.

Yeosang chuckled. “Lick it off, then.”

I felt a surge of confidence. “Why don’t you?”

The joking, carefree air around us had somehow shifted. The atmosphere felt tense. I was teasing at first but, I began to realize that I wanted him to do it.

He ran his tongue over his lips and my head clouded with thoughts of how his lips would feel running along the inside of my thighs, teasing me until I pleaded him to reach just slightly above.

The darkness in his gaze made me want to beg him to kiss me, to touch me, to give me anything. I tried to remember to keep my composure but it wasn’t working too well.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long before he pulled me close, locking his lips with mine. I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Biting my bottom lip, Yeosang slowly pulled back. “I think you need to changed out of this t-shirt, what do you say?”

I knew his words meant more than than what they appeared on the surface, especially given the look in his eyes.

I leaned in close to Yeosang’s ear, “I think I need you to help me.”

My words seemed to be the breaking point for him. His lips clashed back onto mine and before I knew it, he was setting me down on his bed.

Yeosang pinned my hands above my head and gently began kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling.

One of Yeosang’s hands grazed my clit through my shorts and I gasped. Yeosang smirked at me and slid down my shorts. When they were fully off he dipped a few of his fingers into my panties to tease me. I wiggled around, begging him to give me more.

“What a needy girl you are.” The man’s eyes were glazed over, lust controlling his every move.

I whimpered, “Please, Yeosang.”

“Only because you said please.”

He released my hands and slid his own down to my waist. Spreading my legs further apart, he bit the hem of my panties and slowly pulled them off of me with his teeth.

“Fuck, you look hot.” He told me as he threw my soaking panties across the room.

If I had the ability to form sentences, I would have told him the same, but I was so overwhelmed with the current situation that I simply couldn’t.

Yeosang lifted my legs over his shoulders and held my hips down in place. I felt his tongue gloss over my clit, making my back arch off the bed. He proceeded to kiss the inside of my thighs, slowly making his way up to where I wanted him. After what felt like forever, he began to slowly eat me out. I didn’t expect him to be as good as he was and all I could do was moan. I couldn’t be more thankful that none of his roommates where there.

“Shit. Yeosang I...I’m close. Please.”

I knew he heard me, but he didn’t acknowledge me outright. His steady pace continued, finally permitting my release. He reached up to kiss me, making me taste myself.

“Do you want to go further?”

His eyes were kind and showed concern, not trying to influence me in one way or the other.

“Yes.” I breathed out.

He once again tried to hide his smile, as if he was trying not to appear too eager. The man grabbed a condom out of his bedstand and quickly discarded the rest of his clothes. I, doing the same.

“Ready, darling?” Yeosang asked as he was slipping on the condom.

“Definitely,” I breathed out.

At a slow pace he entered me, stretching my walls and making me cry out at the pleasure.

“Such a good girl. Taking me so well. You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I felt tears prick at my eyes during his praises and I realized I didn’t want him to stop.

“Please don’t stop that.”

“Awe baby girl likes being praised? Well let me tell you, you’re doing a wonderful—fuck.” A deep growl left his throat as I unconsciously began to clench around him.

“You’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. What a good girl you are for me.”

His right hand wandered up to play with my nipples, gently fondling them. The euphoric feeling spurred on my rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Yeosang I’m gonna...c-cum again. Please.”

His thrusts gradually sped up as my hands grasped his biceps, nails digging into his skin.

Leaning towards my ear, he whispered, “Cum for me, darling.”

After a few more thrusts, I came hard, a mantra of his name falling from my lips.

“Just hold on a little longer, darling. I’m almost there.” The overstimulation wasn’t as bad as I thought it might’ve been, but it was entirely possible that Yeosang’s heavenly, fucked out expression compensated for it. Panting heavily, Yeosang soon reached his high and stilled. He gently pulled out and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“You’re really good at that, you know? Are you this sweet with all the girls?” I joked.

He gave me a slightly confused expression before his face returned to a more serious one.

“I haven’t done this in a long time. Like probably over a year at this point.” He scratched the back of his head, eyes darting anywhere but me. “Actually, I didn’t even mean for this to happen, believe it or not...You know I saw you on campus a few times and thought you were really cute. I’m glad I got the chance to approach you.” He watched me with calming eyes as I blushed.

“So...what now?” I asked, sheepishly.

His shy smile—which I think had become my favorite of his smiles—made an appearance.

“It’s probably silly, given what we just did, but I’d like to take you on a date. Or at least meet up to study or something...point is I’d like to see you again.” He held eye contact with me.

“I’d enjoy that. Plus, I could use a pro to teach me how to ride a skateboard.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes, a dazzling smile painting his face, “Oh whatever. I’m not that good.”

The butterflies I felt in my stomach were so unique to him. I didn’t want to admit how excited I was to see him again, but I was. And in that moment, all I could think about was how glad I was that he offered to teach me.