MINORS DNI. Sucking On His Fingers. Minho's Pov.

MINORS DNI. sucking on his fingers. minho's pov.

Sweet. That's how he'd describe you. His sweet girl. Even as you kneel on the floor with his fingers in your hot little mouth. Even as your eyes water from taking them a little too deep. Even as your lips glisten with spit.

He settles a little more into the couch cushions as you look up at him from your position between his knees. It's easier to spread a little more like this, adjust himself as his cock throbs in his sweats.

Then your fingers wrap around his wrist lightly, a comforting hold more than anything else. He was the one in control, pressing his fingers between your lips almost rhythmically as he prepares you to take him properly. He finds himself in a trance at a few points, fixated on the little facial expressions you make — on the way your eyes close and your nose scrunches when you're a little too eager.

And then there's your mouth. Warm, plush lips and hot little tongue getting his fingers all messy. It's the messiness he likes. His sweet girl all messy just for him.

A small sound slips from your throat, the kind of sound that makes him want to fall forward and press you into the floor. Fuck you into it. It's so fucking sweet.

"Alright?"

You blink at him, lashes fluttering. Then you nod, moist lips still wrapped around his fingers — unwilling to give them up.

Time slows in moments like these. He knows it's a memory forming; it's something he'll think about on night's you're gone, in lonely showers with the same fingers wrapped around his leaking cock.

He'll think about this. He'll remember how warm you are, how fucking warm and wet and sweet. He'll remember the little whines and whimpers as you wordlessly reassure him you love this almost as much as he does.

Then your bottom lip relaxes and your mouth is dropping open, tongue lolling out a little — the tips of his fingers resting on your slippery tongue.

"Fuck," he breathes, dragging his fingers down slowly over your bottom lip in awe.

Then he's hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head a little more, forcing your mouth closed. You look at him in a way that stirs something heavy in his chest, like you're simply waiting for what he will do next. Trust. Love. He can't pinpoint it exactly, but it has him pressing the palm of his hand into his crotch — desperate not to spill into his pants.

It's a mistake. The moment he draws back from you — dropping his head back against the couch — you're crawling up onto his lap. He grips your hips before your get too close; before you put any pressure on his twitching cock.

"Wait," he gasps, eyes clenched tight.

You listen. Of course you do. His sweet fucking girl. He presses his wet fingers into your bare skin as he catches his breath, blindly finding the precious little sliver between your top and your underwear.

"Okay," he says eventually, blinking his eyes open as you fall over him — warm lips pressing to his neck before he can even lift his head. He savours it for a moment, the feeling of your body pressing him into the soft cushions — the wetness your lips leave on his skin.

Then he tangles his fingers in your hair and guides you away from his neck gently. He can see the mess you've made much better this close. Your lips are swollen, almost puffy. He's fucking incapable of preventing his mind from spiralling directly to how puffy your cunt looks when he's spent enough time with your legs around his head.

"You're so good," he murmurers before he's even aware of the thought crossing his mind. It's an involuntary slip of the tongue, his subconscious breaking free while he's distracted.

But then your head drops. Shy.

He tugs you forward, lifting your head and mashing his lips to yours. He's not good at words. Not when he's feeling this much. Never in the moments that fucking matter. He'd spent too long wishing it was different. Now he knows the best he can do to compensate is this: he shows you.

San ✦ Singles Magazine

ATEEZ’s hyung line reaction to being sent an accidental nude

warnings - nsfw!!! minors dni

park seonghwa

kim hongjoong

jeong yunho

kang yeosang

[MDNI - Yeosang×Reader]

yeosang is flirty as hell.

every time you see him he absolutely has to wink at you and send you a flying kiss, whether you return it or not.

every time you text him late at night, he suddenly calls you simply because he wants to "hear your pretty voice." leading to the filthiest conversations, his groans reaching your ears as your fingers follow his instructions to giving yourself some pleasure, gasps and moans filling your room.

every time he comes over he brings you small gifts: a necklace, your favourite sweets, or simply one if his hoodies because he can't wait to see you wear it with absolutely nothing underneath, giving him full access to your body as his hands trace lines and massage you everywhere. sparkle in his eyes as he's finally able to steal a moan from your lips.

every time you say his name, whether in a hushed whisper, a moan or between gasps, he has to resist the urge to drop everything and devour you. His lips are everywhere: sucking, biting and marking your sweet skin. His hands are around your hips, pulling them against his as he starts making you grind on him.

your fingers are gently pulling his dark, soft locks. he loves it. if you don't pull his hair he'd literally push his head against your hand to make you do so. the way your fingers are delicately yet strongly pulling on his hair makes him reach a whole new level of excitement, heat reaching his cheeks, a dumb smile painted on his red lips as his half lidded eyes suck in your pretty figure.

"you're so hot, fuck." — he'd mumble, his lips against yours as he proceeds to make you reach your high multiple times with his warm tongue and his fingers- adorned in the prettiest rings you have gifted him in the past.

yeosang is flirty as hell and you'd lie if you said you didn't like the special attention he reserves to you only.

This is so good I want to run un circles and do backflips!

pussydrunk chan 😵‍💫 plaguing my brain

MINORS DNI. chan's pov. oral (f. rec).

He can't help giggling along with you as he lays you out on the bed, your freshly showered body sticking to the bedsheets.

"Chris," you whine through laughter. "I'm getting everything wet."

"It's alright," he says, settling himself over you. "No stress, yeah?" His hand trails up your quickly drying leg, pausing just above your knee. How could he ever spare a thought for wet bedsheets when he has you below him like this, bare and smiling and smelling like strawberries and all fucking his.

"But they're freshly washed and—"

"I've got it," he says, fingers tracing up to your hip. "We'll make the most of it, yeah? Then I'll clean up."

You blink quickly a few times, a tiny line appearing between your brows as you decipher his meaning. He can't wipe the smile off his face at the sight of it. "Sound good?" he questions after a moment or two of indulgence — his eyes lazily taking in the dips and curves of you beneath him.

Then you nod. "Mm, okay."

He presses his fingers into your thigh, soft and warm. "Okay?"

You offer him a tiny smile, almost shy. "Okay."

His favourite place to be is between your legs. It's so familiar to you both — so regular — that you're bending your knees and offering yourself to him before he's even made a move.

It takes his breath away, the way your pretty little lips spread for him — ready to welcome him in.

"Oh, sweetheart," he breathes. "You're so good for me. So fucking good."

Shy at any other time but happily laying beneath him and offering your sweet little cunt just for him. It never takes him long to fall into a state of awe, to fixate on the tiny hole and the wet slick that begins to leak out of it the longer he plays with it.

He always starts with his fingers, an almost hesitant delicacy that to a fly on the wall would make it look like he'd never been between your legs before. It's a heart thumping thrill each time, tracing his calloused fingers through your folds and around your little clit until the squirming starts.

He loves the squirming.

The whimpering and tiny little squeaks. The sounds that almost sound like an attempt at his name before they slip away into a desperate whine that shoots straight to his cock.

He keeps his hands away from it, patient. He knows a little relief is coming, even as it weighs heavy.

It comes when it drags across the bedsheets as he lowers himself down to taste you. He lets that be enough for now, the slight grind he manages into the cotton sheets as he presses a kiss to your now dripping slit.

"Pretty girl," he mutters as his tongue flicks out across your clit. He's ready for when you attempt to rise off the mattress, hands pressed firmly into your hip and lower stomach. "My pretty girl and her pretty little pussy, hm?"

Kisses. That's how he starts. A combination of barely there brushes and firm sucks — the type that he'd use to leave your thighs covered in hickeys. He finishes at your entrance, the tiny hole twitching as he takes a moment to trace it with his finger once more.

Then he presses his tongue inside. Not far. Just at the entrance, shallow and firm and teasing. His fingers press into your stomach each time you attempt to grind down into him.

By the time he's done the sheets are soaked beneath your hips. You're literally fucking dripping. Tight little sloppy hole ready to suck him inside. It sends him into a trance. He has to watch as he wets the tip of his leaking dick with the mess of it. Pressing just enough to spread your lips around him, but not enough to slip inside. Just fucking playing. Anticipating how it will feel when you take him inside, walls sucking at him until he's buried deep.

"Sweatheart," he murmurs mindlessly, hardly aware of his own words at all. "You want me inside? Mm? I can fill you up if you like.... stuff this twitchy little pussy all full, yeah? Would you like that?"

He manages to drag his eyes from the puffy little mess warming his cockhead to catch your watery eyes as you answer. "Inside," you whimper, hands grasping at the sheets beside you.

He doesn't hesitate to obey.

MDNI - ot8!Ateez

dick sucking ateez

afab!reader

(Slight mxm content. No shipping though)

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You had all eight tired men sitting on the couch, very cramped. Still clad in their pajamas, they looked very adorable yet ravishing still.

Hongjoong rubbed his eyes, “What’s this about?”

You smiled and rubbed his thigh, looking into his fatigued eyes, “Don’t worry baby.”

You then glanced at the other confused seven men.

You stared into his eyes before pulling at the hem of his pants, the seven other men quickly turned to their heads to give the two of you privacy.

You stared at them, “Absolutely not. All of you will watch me. Now everyone take off their pants.”

Jongho protested in disbelief, he would definitely take his pants off if it were just the two of you, “But-“

“Do it, be a good boy for me Jjong.”

Seonghwa slightly whined with furrowed brows the second your lips latched onto Hongjoong’s cock. Seonghwa licked his lips in anticipation. The other boys not doing so well, they watched with impatience for their turn.

You stared into each of their eyes while Hongjoong’s head threw back onto the back of the sofa.

Wooyoung was quick to grab his best friends cock in his hand but you eyed him, warning him with your eyes. Almost if telling him no touching.

Wooyoung stuck out his lower lip in a pout and placed his hands back in his lap. You popped your mouth off of Hongjoong and moved to the next, Yunho, larger than Hongjoong in every way. While giving his cock attention with your tongue, your hand glided over to Yeosang’s erection, pumping it a few times. Your free hand pumped Yunho’s base, of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

His hand gripped into your hair, “so good.” He moaned. Yeosang was a mess next to him, his cock was sensitive in your hand.

You could hear the impatient whines of the others boys, it was pitiful. Moving onto Yeosang’s cock, he let out a cry the second your lips wrapped around him, his head thrown back, lips shaped into an O.

You grab Jongho’s cock in your hand and gave him the same treatment. His voice singing praises for you. After Yeosang and Jongho, you moved onto Seonghwa and Mingi then finally Wooyoung and San. Your face was covered in the precum from each man as they were a mess on the couch. Completely wore out.

Maybe you could make them even more of a mess-