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stephenyoonkeeholdup · 7 months

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❝finish what we start❞

part two

🔞 MDNI ‼️

(read part one here!)

In the bedroom, I be screaming, but outside, I keep it quiet

Keep it on the lowski, I’m the lowest of the lowest

Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit

🎵 SZA – Low

theme: [fwb] friendly fucking type beat, with a secret-keeping attempt remix | 1st person pov

characters: keeho (p1h), reader, another p1h member (read til the end, that’s all i’mma say 🤭)

warnings & concepts: profanity, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, fem!bodied reader, soft!dom keeho, switch!reader, fairly rough unprotected sex

“i promise i’ll make up to you if you follow me right now,” keeho commands as i struggle to get off the kitchen counter. noticing how i’m still already fucked out to quite a degree, keeho assists in helping me down before guiding me across the room to the pantry closet.

i want to comment on the absurdity of all this, but when has any aspect of the friendship between me and keeho 'made sense'? anyways, keeho opens the door and we both rush in.

using the few seconds we didn’t know we had in that moment, we both catch our breath. i felt gravitated toward keeho, but he gestures for me to back away from him as he leans back against a shelf.

there’s thankfully a dim nightlight of sorts that stays on in the pantry, as well as a lock on the inside? which i see keeho turn with his fingers… fingers that would’ve likely been all over me if it weren’t for whoever it was that was clearly in the main area of the kitchen (hopefully he doesn’t need anything in this pantry).

"what the hell is–" a high-pitched low tone voice cracks through the seeming silence, followed by the loudest stifling of laughter i have ever heard.

keeho and i mirror each other’s reactions as we glance at one another, covering our mouths in our own attempt to suppress any type of verbal response.

taeyang.

leaning against a wall, i close my eyes, and take several silent, deep breaths to calm and slow down my ever-increasing heart rate. by the time my eyes are reopened, keeho has his whole face in his hands, his dick being so very much out, rising higher with each second that passes.

my hands still atop my chest from my brief moment of meditation seconds ago, i subconsciously move them across until my fingers brush themselves against my nipples that i had no idea were hardening beneath my touch. i swallow a soft moan, blinking rapidly in order to maintain any type of focus on remaining as invisible as possible to the eldest of keeho’s boys.

i feel myself getting wet again as i stare at keeho, whose eyes are completely downcast. quietly noticing an arm heading that same direction, until a hand is wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it slowly. he licks his lips before tucking the bottom lip beneath his teeth, assumingly so he won’t be making any noise. even amidst this faint yellow light, i can see and be reminded of how fine him and his tanned skin is. the veins of his arms shift as his hands moves up and down his shaft, and— great. now i’m gonna need another towel the way i’m beginning to drip on this floor.

i glance at the door, and i hear the fridge open and close on the other side of that door, reminding me rather quickly that keeho and i are not the only ones in this general area. however, did i care? not much; my pussy even less.

the manner (or lack thereof) and speed in which my hands move next should probably be studied as i find myself placing a finger on keeho’s lips, my other hand joining his in motion. lust-filled eyes shoot up to look into mine in what looked to be a mixture of shock and contentment.

keeho’s eyes soften a bit as his tongue gingerly laps along that one finger, and i can’t help but smirk at the action as well as the contact. the serotonin that was already building had skyrocketed due to his free hand journeying along my body. teasing along the entrance of my wetness, it thankfully doesn’t take long before two fingers make their way inside. it takes a mere second and a half of almost embarrassing squelching from my end to realize…

“i think we’re finally alone again,” keeho breathes out into my ear, after i hear the kitchen door close from afar.

“don’t stop now, though,” i exhale in response, needing to feel some movement inside me, since he and his fingers were right there. keeho thrusts his fingers deep and hard, as i firmly pump my hand up and down his dick that he had his hand removed from.

the both of us still a bit subconsciously careful, we both let out the faintest of breathy moans and cussed into each other’s mouths at the pleasurable tension we were creating and releasing in this much tinier space.

“shit,” keeho exhales in a higher pitch, his fingers slowing down.

“steph…” i practically echo, my head resting on his shoulder while i struggle to keep my legs still against his hand. i feel one of my legs wrap itself around keeho’s waist with his assistance.

i plant kisses along his neck and jawline while i feel one of his hands encourage me to grind on top of him. placing one of my hands on one of the shelves for leverage, i do just that while his fingers continue fucking into me, and fuck, does it feel good.

not long after am i pressed up against the damn door, hearing several miscellaneous cans falling off a shelf as i feel something significantly larger than his (three?!) fingers re-enter and fuck me like it never left.

“kee–!” i squeal in full shock, coupled with a subsequent wave of relief. my hand manages not to lose its place on the now clearer shelf, gripping on the ledge as keeho pounds into me. (i guess one of us has faith that this door can withstand this obliteration i’m beginning to receive.) “fuck, stephen!”

all keeho replies with is a deep, guttural groan against my neck that i can just tell was laced with equal parts satisfaction and lust. my hands shift: one’s clawing at his back right beneath his neck, as the other lands along the sliver of wall where the light is.

“you feel so fucking good,” keeho moans into my ear.

“you feel so good fucking me,” i moan into his before blindly trailing kisses from his ear to his lips – well, his stuck-out tongue that i catch with and in between my lips.

a few moments later, i feel hands beneath my thighs lifting up weakening legs. after that, drilling into my wetness so aggressively that his dick slides out mid-stroke. the both of us make excellent work of each momentary break as we utilize this one to catch our breath.

“i know you’re springing a leak up in this damn pussy, kee…” i absentmindedly breathe out, drunk on the feeling of ecstasy keeho’s been quite literally pumping into me.

keeho giggles before speaking in my ear. “do you wanna cum one more time for me, baby?” he asks in that tone and breathy inflection that weakens all my systems. all the while, he reinserts a finger deep into my aforementioned wetness, kissing my neck.

i release a broken moan before the brat in me speaks on my already ruined behalf. “not before you nut inside me, baby,” i reply, staring down at my hand wrapped around keeho’s inundated dick.

“then you need to let go so i can do that,” keeho instructs, wrapping his own hand around mine in an attempt to assist. instead, i look up to find myself meeting his deep gaze, neither one of us letting go in the slightest.

keeho’s lips land on mine yet again as i feel his hand guiding mine smoothly up and down his shaft. in between kisses, i jokingly ask, “what happened?”

“it felt too good to me,” keeho exhales a chuckle. i sense myself inching the both of us closer and closer to my entrance, moving my hand around to his sack as he begins to slide back into me with even more ease than before. in a wild telepathic way, he echoes a thought that i was in the middle of formulating. “nah, this feels even better, fuck.”

“yes, steph, fuck me…” i moan out, and he does just that… and hard, too. without missing a beat, he hastily wraps my legs around his waist again, one hand lifting my shirt back up over my tits. he takes a nipple in his mouth as i decide to take his dick a bit differently. “go deeper, kee.”

keeho and i exchange a glance that reminds me to add a good ole 'please' to that sentence, which i do with a slight surrendering in my voice. at least i feel the reward seconds later when he’s so deep inside me that i feel his balls hit my cheeks with each and every stroke.

“you’re taking this dick so good,” keeho pants, kissing and biting all around my neck before he manages to increase his pace, and by this point I have officially lost it.

“well, i’m about to cum all around it!” i whine rather softly (thankfully learning from earlier). “please don’t fucking stop!”

“i’m right behind you, baby, give it to me,” keeho commands, hovering over me as he plants numerous kisses from my lips to my nipples. “shit… give it to me,” he repeats.

“fuck yeah, right there!” i squeal. “oh my god, i’m gonna cum so f-fuckin- i’m c-cumming!!” i convulse around keeho, repeatedly calling out his name like it’s the only word i know. without warning, he pulls out and spins me around to face the door.

keeho’s hands knead my ass like dough before a firm slap on it snaps me into another dimension. i work one of my hands behind me, and as it locates his loaded cock, one of his hands makes sure my hands are where he can see them. with my help, he positions himself to fuck me from the back, pinning them by my wrists once he’s completely inside.

using my hands and pinned wrists for leverage, i already feel keeho drive his dick so deep into me. he slaps my ass again as his successfully hits my g-spot countless times, and quite frankly, i’ll be damned if i’m not already nearing my next orgasm.

“you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” keeho already knows my body too well.

i find enough strength in me to finish a sentence my previous orgasm practically robbed me of saying. “i’m gonna cum so hard…” i let out.

“me too,” keeho’s pace instantly slows down (but the intensity is still very much there), as if to drive several points home. one of his hands frees one of mine as he wraps it around my neck, pulling me extremely close to him for a deep kiss. a muffled yell from keeho triggered the both of us, sending us over the edge.

i feel a nice, explosive load of cum permeate my walls before realizing that both of my hands were gripping the doorway, giving me just enough of a hold to let go of everything else. next thing i knew, i was gushing all over – enough for keeho to pop out effortlessly. i then feel his fingers rub against my clit good enough for me to keep cumming on them.

whimpering into the air above us, i come down from my immense high, and i think keeho does too as he backs up away from me. i cross my legs to keep from losing it any further, which isn’t easy when i feel keeho’s big hands land on my waist. he helps to turn me back around to face him, and i’m greeted with such a look of lustful pride, pleasure, and fatigue. i wrap my arms around his waist, puckering my lips for another deep kiss. one that keeho gives me oh so passionately, while my hands travel up to his shoulders, and his rest on my ass, subconsciously pushing me that much closer to him. albeit unconventional as fuck, i couldn’t have been any more grateful that we both saw this through to the end…

we always have, and this irresistible feeling was the exact reason why.

epilouge

keeho leads the both of us back out into the kitchen, and i do the honors of at least grabbing that same towel that was in my mouth a while ago. as i let out a mixed sigh of gratification and painful exhaustion, keeho grabs that same towel. i look at him, a bit startled.

“go ahead and take a shower,” keeho endearingly advises. “i’ll clean up here.”

i nod as i pick up my bottoms. keeho adds, “you might wanna put those on until you get there though.” yeah, i honestly don’t wanna hear much from whoever else might be up in this dorm. then it hits me… and with the exclamation i hear from the sink, it might’ve hit keeho too. “oh my god… wait, come here.”

i walk back over to keeho once my bottoms were back on me. which seemingly gave him enough time to pull up a very recent text message from theo himself.

23 minutes ago

keeho… i’m pretty sure 'friends' don’t fuck each other in shared kitchen closets like that 😆🤦🏻‍♂️

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author’s notes:

i did it! i finished it! however, if you told me (when i wrote part one) that i would not only finish around keeho’s birthday, but that i would dedicate so much of yesterday to completing this, idt i would’ve believed you. with that being said, i’m glad with how this turned out, and i hope that whoever reads any of this will enjoy it!

i wanna extend a couple special shoutouts (basically an unofficial inspo taglist, if you will):

if it wasn’t for @tbzvity writing a response to an anonymous prompt so well, as well as encouraging me after i posted part one as a response to her, none of this would’ve happened. so a huge thank you to her.

a little random, but i want @sxcret-garden to know that i was also very inspired by her amazing writings, so thank you for sharing your brilliant work!

alright that’s all! like i basically said in the end of part one:

stan & stream p1harmony!

happy birthday keeho!

i admire and adore you a lot, as you have blessed me immensely with your beautiful spirit these past eight months. i’m grateful to be a fan of yours, and i wish you joy, happiness, love, and peace on all your days! 🩵🤎