My Dirty-minded Thoughts Part 1

My Dirty-minded Thoughts Part 1

Masterlist

Just me in my room, thirsting. Also, I am too lazy to put punctuation and fix my grammar because I just used my last brain cell to write the Chan fic. So, yeah, enjoy! (Don't ask me why I used punctuation here. Also, my inbox has been collecting dust for quite a bit, so feel free to request any idol for me to write about.)

Cock Piercing Hyunjin!?

I was literally was just watching edits of him on Instagram Live and I was thinking about maybe writing about Cock Piercing Hyunjin x male reader, like before you guys were official he couldn't get enough of his eyebrow piercing he decide to get another one and he decided to be brave and go with dick piercing cause he heard good things about it but fast forward to when he fucks you and you literally go absolutely crazy and become a moaning mess to the feeling of his pierced cock in you

Office Meeting Fucking!?

IDK if any of you guys have seen the tik toks with that one bl manhwa (I think it's a manhwa but I don't remember) picture where the guy fucks the other guy on the table while having a meeting with everyone there that seems so fucking hot and embarrassing but I really wanna write it anyways. Like imagine him just ramming his cock into you and you are so embarrassed but also a moaning mess so he whispers into your ear

"Don't worry baby there's no need to be embarrassed about they are just some irrelevant employees and if any of them say anything about this or get off to this right now I'll make their lives a living hell."

Idol Yeounjun x Stalker!?

Imagine reader is a stalker who just happened to follow Yeonjun to his secret apartment and Yeonjun is furious so he decides to fuck some sense into reader

Neighbor Chan x Reader!?

Where you had moved into your apartment a while ago and you were doing laundry in the shared laundry mat and you noticed that your dirty underwear kept going missing little did you know your Neighbor Chris who has had a crush on you ever since you moved in, was secretly stealing your undies to jerk off to eventually u caught him and decided to help him out cause he was hot.

Punishment

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Paring: Sub!Camboy!Jungwon x Dom!Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Y/n discovers Jungwon preparing for a camboy session, surrounded by adult toys and wearing a collar. She confronts him playfully, revealing she knows his secret and hinting at a shared experience.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I'm considering creating more fics like this if you want me to. Also, I am currently working on some requests. Requests are still open; it might just take a while.

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Y/n always had a knack for making an entrance. She'd saunter into a room with the confidence of a lioness surveying her pride, and today was no exception. Jungwon's apartment, however, was uncharacteristically still. The usually warm, welcoming space was filled with an eerie silence that made Y/n's skin crawl. She called out his name, expecting the usual greeting or the distant sound of a shower running, but all she heard was the faint hum of the computer in the bedroom.

Her heart racing, she pushed the door open to find Jungwon sprawled on the bed, surrounded by a sea of dildos and vibrators. He was in the middle of setting up for his live cam show, dressed in nothing but a pair of skimpy lace panties and a collar that glinted in the dim light. Y/n's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. But as the reality set in, a smirk curled on her lips. Jungwon's secret life as a camboy was about to become their little shared secret.

"Well, well, well," she purred, crossing her arms over her chest. "Look what we have here."

Jungwon's eyes shot up from his task, wide with a mix of fear and arousal. He knew he was in trouble, and his cheeks flushed as he scrambled to cover himself with a pillow. "Y/n baby," he stuttered. "I can explain."

But Y/n was already striding over to the bed, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She grabbed the leather whip off the bedside table, the same one he had used on her countless times before. "Oh, I think I can guess," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You've been a very bad boy, Jungwon."

Her hand came down with a sharp crack across his thigh, and Jungwon yelped, his body jolting. The sound was deliciously satisfying, and Y/n felt a thrill of power course through her. She leaned down, her face inches from his, and whispered, "You're going to show everyone what happens to naughty little camboys who don't tell their mommies about their side hustles."

Jungwon's eyes searched hers, a silent plea for mercy, but she only grinned. "You're going to be the star of the show tonight, baby," she said, stroking the whip along his body. "And I'm going to make sure everyone sees just how much of a slut you are."

With that, she turned on the webcam and the room filled with the eager chatter of his online audience. Y/n didn't miss a beat, slipping into a pair of red, lace lingerie she found in his drawer. She knew he liked it when she played the part of a stern dom, so she leaned into it, her voice firm and commanding. "Look at all these people waiting to see how a bad boy gets punished," she said, her hand tracing the line of his jaw. "They're all so curious, aren't they?"

Jungwon nodded, his voice shaky. "Y-yes, Mommy," he murmured, his eyes darting to the screen and back to her.

Y/n felt a thrill at the sound of the word "Mommy" on his lips. It was a term they'd played with before in their private kinks, but the fact that he was saying it now, in this context, was exhilarating. She knew it would drive his fans wild, and she had every intention of using that to her advantage. She lubed up the strap-on dildo with a wicked smile, watching Jungwon's eyes widen in anticipation and a hint of fear.

"You're going to beg for it," she told him, her voice low and sultry. "You're going to apologize to everyone for being such a naughty boy, and then you're going to show them just how much you enjoy your punishment."

Jungwon swallowed hard, his throat dry with nerves. He had never been outed like this before, never been caught in the act by someone he cared about. But there was something about the way Y/n's eyes gleamed with excitement that made his cock throb in his panties. He felt the cold metal of the vibrating cock ring being snapped around his erection, and he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Look at him," Y/n said, addressing the camera. "He can't even wait to be punished."

The chatter in the chat grew more feverish as Jungwon's fans watched the scene unfold. Y/n knew they were eager to see their favorite camboy get what he deserved, and she was more than happy to oblige. She straddled him, the strap-on pressing against his ass. "You're going to apologize to all your little viewers," she ordered, her voice like silk. "Tell them how sorry you are for keeping secrets from Mommy."

Jungwon's eyes watered as he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Mommy. I'm a bad boy." His voice was a mix of genuine regret and the thrill of his newfound vulnerability. The camera picked up every tremor in his voice, and the audience lapped it up.

Y/n smirked, feeling the power dynamic shift heavily in her favor. She grabbed his chin and tilted his head up, forcing him to look into the camera. "Is that all you have to say?" she demanded, her tone a perfect blend of disappointment and dominance. Jungwon took a deep breath, his eyes glossy with lust. "I'm so sorry, Mommy! I'll be good! I'll do anything you say!"

The chat exploded with excitement, a cacophony of lewd comments and demands. Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as she began to peg Jungwon. She thrust deep, watching his face contort with pleasure and pain. His body arched off the bed, his moans growing louder with each stroke. She tightened her grip on the leather whip, ready to use it if he didn't perform to her satisfaction.

"Look at this greedy slut," she said, her voice carrying over the sound of his gasps. "He loves being filled up, doesn't he?" Jungwon could only nod, his eyes rolling back in his head as she hit just the right spot. The vibrating cock ring around his shaft sent waves of pleasure through him, making his entire body quiver.

The chat was alight with comments, eager viewers urging Y/n to go harder, to make him scream. She reveled in the power, her movements becoming more forceful. Each thrust was punctuated with a snap of the whip, leaving red lines across Jungwon's pale skin. He squirmed and writhed beneath her, his desperate pleas for release echoing through the room.

"Not yet," she purred, her own arousal growing with every second. "First, you need to show Mommy how much you can take."

Jungwon's eyes snapped open, and he gritted his teeth as she yanked on the chain attached to his collar, forcing him to look into the camera. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a sweaty mess, and his eyes were glazed over with desire. The strap-on filled him completely, stretching him in a way that made him feel both used and utterly adored. He knew he was putting on a show for his viewers, but all he could focus on was the pleasure Y/n was giving him, the way she was dominating him so completely.

"Such a good boy," she cooed, her hand reaching down to squeeze his cock, the vibrations from the ring sending shockwaves through his body. "Now tell them how much you want to cum for Mommy."

Jungwon's voice was strained, his words barely coherent. "I-I wanna to c-um s'badly, Mommy~," he whimpered, his eyes never leaving hers. "P..ase, let me c-cum."

Y/n chuckled, the sound as dark and seductive as the room's shadows. "Only if you can make Mommy cum first," she said, her eyes gleaming with challenge. She pulled out the strap-on, watching Jungwon's hole quiver with need. He nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

Y/n straddled Jungwon's face, her own pussy wet with excitement. She could feel the heat of his breath on her, and she knew he was eager to taste her. "Eat me out," she ordered, her voice thick with desire. "Make me cum, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have your little reward."

Jungwon didn't need any further encouragement. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue darting out to tease her clit. Y/n moaned, her hands fisting in his hair as he worked his magic. He knew exactly what she liked, and he wasn't going to hold back now. The camera captured every moment, the sight of Jungwon's eager mouth on her pussy sending the chat into a frenzy. His fans watched, enraptured, as he licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her sensitive bud.

Y/n's hips began to rock, her body moving in rhythm with Jungwon's mouth. She could feel the tension building, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. Her eyes remained locked on the camera, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. "fff-fuck yes baby," she breathed, her voice tight with pleasure. "J-ust like that, baby."

Jungwon's eyes fluttered closed as he focused on his task, his tongue delving deeper into her wetness. He could feel his own cock straining against the ring, the vibrations almost too much to handle. But he was determined to make her cum first. His tongue flicked and danced, tracing the folds of her sex with a practiced ease.

Y/n's moans grew louder, her body tensing above him. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Jungwon's hands gripped Y/n's thighs, his face a mask of concentration as he worked tirelessly to please her. His own need was a constant throb, the vibrations from the ring making his balls ache. But he knew his place; he was here to serve, to be her good little boy.

Finally, with a guttural cry, Y/n squirted, her juices coating Jungwon's face. She collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she looked down at him, her eyes hooded with satisfaction. Jungwon lapped at her thighs, his eyes pleading for his own release. "Good boy," she murmured, a hint of pride in her voice. "You've earned your reward."

With a swift motion, Y/n climbed off Jungwon, her legs wobbly with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She grabbed the cock ring and tugged it off, tossing it aside. Jungwon's cock sprang free, hard and desperate for release. "You did so well," she said, her voice softer now. "You really are the best little slut for Mommy."

Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her grip firm and sure. Jungwon moaned, his hips bucking up to meet her touch. The sensation was overwhelming after the constant vibration, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Y/n leaned in, her lips pressing sloppily against his in a kiss that was as much about claiming him as it was about showing their connection to the audience. She tasted faintly of herself, a musky sweetness that made Jungwon's toes curl.

Their kiss grew more urgent as she stroked him, her thumb swiping over the head of his cock in a deliciously torturous pattern. Jungwon's breath hitched, and he could feel the beginnings of his climax building. The chat was a blur of words, their fans lost in the performance. But all Jungwon could focus on was Y/n, her eyes locked on his, her hand working him closer and closer to the precipice.

"Ask them what they want to see," she murmured against his lips, her voice a seductive whisper. Jungwon's heart raced as he turned to the camera, his voice thick with arousal. "W-hat do you wa-nt Mommy to do to M..e?"

The chat exploded with suggestions, each more depraved than the last. Y/n's eyes danced with excitement as she read through them, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm on Jungwon's cock. "Looks like my little slut has quite the fan club," she said, her voice filled with amusement.

"P-please, Mommy," Jungwon begged, his voice breaking. "I n-need to c-cum."

Y/n's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she considered the options presented by the eager viewers. "Looks like you've been a very popular boy," she said, her thumb teasing the slit of his cock. "They want to see you squirt all over yourself like the little whore you are."

Jungwon's eyes rolled back, his body on the brink. "I-I'll do it," he panted. "A-anything, just let me cum."

Y/n's smirk grew into a full-blown smile. She knew she had him. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "Tell them," she whispered. "Tell them how much you want to cum for Mommy."

Jungwon's voice was shaky as he spoke to the camera. "P-please, everyone," he stuttered. "I w-want to c-cum so badly for Mommy." The words were barely out of his mouth before Y/n's hand sped up, her grip tightening. Jungwon's body was a symphony of sensation, his muscles tensing and releasing as he neared climax.

The room was thick with tension as Y/n worked him closer and closer. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint scent of leather from the whip that lay discarded on the bed. Jungwon's eyes squeezed shut, his hips jerking upwards as he chased his release. The sound of the chat had become a distant buzz, their words fading into the background as he focused solely on the pleasure Y/n was giving him.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice firm. Jungwon's eyes snapped open, meeting hers. There was something in her gaze that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a mix of love and dominance that had him trembling with need. "Tell me you're going to cum for Mommy."

"I'm g-going to cum," he whimpered, his voice a desperate plea. "P-please, let me cum."

Y/n leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered, "Do it for Mommy."

With a strangled cry, Jungwon came hard, his cum spurting onto his stomach and chest in thick ropes. The camera caught every drop, his fans watching in awe as he trembled and squirmed beneath her touch. Y/n chuckled, her hand still moving slowly on his over-sensitive cock. She knew he was spent, his body a mess of nerves and pleasure, but she wasn't quite done with him yet.

"Such a good boy," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress in the otherwise raunchy atmosphere. She leaned down to lick a bead of cum from his chest, savoring the salty taste of his release. Jungwon's body was a symphony of sensation, his muscles still quivering from the intensity of his orgasm. He panted, his eyes fluttering closed as she kissed him gently.

"Thank you, Mommy," he whispered, his voice a hoarse whisper. Y/n couldn't help but smile at his obedience. She climbed off the bed, her own arousal still simmering just beneath the surface. "Don't go anywhere," she told him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're not done yet."

Jungwon watched as she grabbed the leather whip again, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew she had more in store for him, and the thought both thrilled and terrified him. Y/n strutted back to the bed, the whip crackling in the air as she approached. She looked like a goddess of desire, her lingerie clinging to her curves and her hair a wild mess from their earlier exertions.

"You've been such a good boy," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "But now, it's time for your final punishment." She held up the whip, and Jungwon's cock twitched in response. "You're going to count for me, baby," she instructed, her tone firm. "Every stroke, you're going to count, and you're going to thank me for each one."

Jungwon nodded, his breath shallow. He knew this was it, the grand finale of their little performance. He braced himself as the whip made contact with his already sensitive skin, the sting making him gasp. "One," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/n's strokes grew stronger, painting a picture of red on Jungwon's ass. Each crack of the whip was met with a muffled cry and a whispered "Thank you, Mommy." His body danced with the pain, his legs shaking as he fought to stay in position for her. The room was alive with the sound of their play, the whip echoing through the speakers and into the ears of his devoted fans.

Jungwon's eyes watered, but he didn't dare break the gaze he held with Y/n. He knew she could see the mix of agony and euphoria in his eyes, the way his body responded to her dominance. It was a heady feeling, one that made his cock throb even as the pain grew more intense. He felt her hand on his thigh, her grip reassuring as she guided him through each stroke.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jungwon reached the last number, his voice strained but obedient. "Ten, Mommy," he whimpered, his body sagging in relief. Y/n tossed the whip aside, her eyes still locked on his. "Good boy," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "You took your punishment like a champ."

Jungwon couldn't help the smile that graced his lips. He felt a strange sense of pride, knowing he had not only satisfied his Mommy but also his eager audience. His body was a canvas of desire, marked with the evidence of their game. He looked up at Y/n, his eyes pleading for the final act of their show.

Y/n leaned down, her breasts brushing against Jungwon's back as she whispered in his ear. "You've been such a good boy," she said, her breath warm and comforting. "Now, it's time for your reward."

Her hand reached back, her fingers finding his still-hard cock. Jungwon's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to stroke him again, her movements gentle this time. He knew she was in no rush, that she was savoring the moment just as much as he was. The tension in the room had shifted, the power dynamic no longer a game but a lived reality that bound them together.

Their kiss grew deeper, more intimate as she brought him back to the edge. Jungwon's breath hitched, his body taut with anticipation. He could feel the warmth of her pussy against his thigh, her own arousal clear as she ground against him. The camera captured every moment, their private world laid bare for the viewers to see.

With a final, desperate moan, Jungwon came again, his body spasming as ropes of cum shot out of him. Y/n's hand never left his cock, her touch soft and soothing as he rode out the last waves of pleasure. When he finally opened his eyes, she was smiling down at him, her own satisfaction clear. "Thank you, Mommy," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/n leaned down, her cheek pressing against his. "Thank you, baby," she said, her voice just as tender. "You were incredible."

They lay there for a moment, their bodies tangled together, the camera still rolling. Jungwon felt a mix of relief and euphoria, the adrenaline of their performance still coursing through his veins. He knew that their relationship had just entered a new phase, one filled with secrets and taboos, but he also knew that he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Alright, everyone," Y/n said, her voice suddenly business-like as she turned to the camera. "That's all for tonight. Don't forget to tip your performers." She winked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And Jungwon," she added, her voice a low purr. "Be a good boy for Mommy, or we'll have to do this again."

The chat erupted in a frenzy of tips and goodbye messages as they kissed one last time, their bodies still connected. They pulled away, the spell of the moment broken. Jungwon reached up, his hand shaking as he fumbled with the laptop to end the stream. The room fell silent, their world shrinking back to just the two of them.

He looked up at Y/n, his eyes filled with a newfound love and admiration. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "That was…"

Y/n chuckled, cutting him off. "It was what you needed," she said, her voice firm. "And it's what you're going to get from now on." She climbed off the bed, Jungwon following her to the bathroom. The cool air hit his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

In the bathroom, she turned the shower on, the steam quickly filling the room. Jungwon watched as she peeled off the s lingerie, revealing her own naked form. He couldn't help but admire the way her curves moved with confidence and the smirk on her face that said she knew exactly what she was doing. He felt a strange mix of submission and adoration for her, a feeling that was both new and thrilling.

"Get in," she said, her voice still carrying the same commanding tone from earlier. Jungwon nodded, eager to obey. The hot water washed over them as they stepped into the shower, the sting of the droplets mixing with the lingering pain from the whip. Y/n grabbed a bottle of shower gel, her eyes never leaving Jungwon's as she began to lather him up. Her hands were firm but gentle, gliding over his bruised skin with care.

Hi are you taking requests rn?

If so could i request a domtop yandere soobin x sub bttm male reader where the reader is a junior at a prestiges university and soobin is the senior above him that has a habbit of stalking and breaking into the readers apartment.

For kinks can soobin have a breeding kink and the reader can thete be degradation and some feminization

Can I Come In?

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Paring: domtop yandere soobin x sub bttm male reader

Genre: Smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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It was a chilly Tuesday evening, and M/n was curled up on the worn-out sofa in his dorm, lost in the pages of his favorite book. He was a junior at a prestigious university, majoring in literature, and he lived alone in a modest studio apartment. The walls were adorned with posters of his favorite groups, creating a cozy and familiar atmosphere. As he read, he couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him. He glanced around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it was just his overactive imagination.

He heard a faint creak coming from the window and froze. His heart began to race as he slowly turned his head toward the sound. Peering through the sheer curtains, he saw a figure crouched on the ledge outside. His breath hitched in his throat as he realized it was Soobin, the senior above him who had a habit of stalking and breaking into his apartment.

Soobin grinned devilishly at him, his pale, delicate features illuminated by the soft moonlight. He wore a black hoodie that barely covered his lithe, muscular frame, and his short, messy hair framed his face. His dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he slowly climbed through the window, deftly avoiding the creaky hinges.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite Junior. How nice of you to wait up for me," Soobin purred, stepping inside and closing the window behind him. M/n swallowed hard, his heart still racing in his chest. Soobin locked the window and turned around, regarding him with those dark, intense eyes. "I guess you were wondering why I broke into your apartment again tonight, hmm?"

He walked slowly towards M/n, who couldn't help but retreat further into the couch. Soobin's movements were almost hypnotic, his every step deliberate and calculated. When he was close enough, he knelt down in front of M/n, their faces only inches apart. "I wanted to see you, M/n. You're so precious, and I just can't get enough of you."

His breath was warm against M/n's cheek, sending shivers down his spine. "I-I don't understand. Why do you keep doing this?" he managed to stammer. Soobin smiled softly, running a finger down M/n's cheek. "Oh, M/n, it's because I care for you. I want to make sure that no one else has you but me."

M/n swallowed hard, unable to meet Soobin's gaze. He knew that Soobin was dangerous, but the older man's words and touch sent a shiver of desire through him nonetheless. "So… what do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Soobin's smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against M/n's ear. "Oh, I don't know, M/n. Why don't you show me what you've been thinking about? The things you've been doing when you think I'm not watching?"

M/n felt a hot flush creep up his neck. He knew exactly what Soobin meant. In the days leading up to this, he had caught himself touching himself more often, fantasizing about Soobin's touch. He couldn't deny the desire burning inside him. But he also couldn't shake off the fear of what Soobin might do if he refused.

Slowly, tentatively, he reached up and brushed a lock of hair away from Soobin's face. The older man's features were beautiful, ethereal even. So close, his breath mingling with M/n's. M/n's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned in closer, feeling a sudden rush of courage wash over him. He closed his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to Soobin's lips.

The older man's response was immediate and powerful. His hands gripped M/n's shoulders, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a passion that M/n had never experienced before. His tongue danced with M/n's, exploring every inch of his mouth, sending shivers down his spine. Soon, M/n found himself lost in the sensation, returning the kiss with an equal fervor.

As their tongues tangled, Soobin reached up and began unbuttoning M/n's shirt, revealing more and more of his chest. The older man growled appreciatively as he ran his hands over the smooth, warm skin. M/n arched into the touch, his own hands fumbling with the buttons of Soobin's shirt. The older man helped him, pushing the fabric aside to reveal his chest, pale and smooth in the dim light.

They broke the kiss, gasping for air. M/n's eyes drank in the sight of Soobin's bare chest, his muscles taut and defined. Soobin reached down and tugged at M/n's pants, and M/n willingly helped, shimmying out of them. He kicked off his boxers as well, revealing his aroused length. Soobin smiled wickedly and crawled forward on his knees, taking M/n's cock in his hand.

"You're so beautiful, M/n," he murmured, stroking him gently. M/n arched into the touch, moaning softly. Soobin leaned in, kissing and licking his way down M/n's body, teasing his nipples with his teeth before taking them into his mouth, sucking gently. M/n writhed beneath him, his hips bucking helplessly.

Soobin looked up at M/n, their eyes meeting in the dim light. He smiled, running his tongue along M/n's stomach before moving lower, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin behind M/n's balls. M/n cried out, his back arching off the couch. Soobin chuckled, his voice deep and husky.

His lips and tongue danced over M/n's sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting. He sucked on his perineum, then moved up to lick the head of M/n's cock. M/n's hips bucked wildly, seeking release, but Soobin kept him just on the edge. He took M/n's cock into his mouth, sucking hard as he ran his tongue around the sensitive underside.

M/n cried out, his hands tangled in Soobin's hair, urging him on. He arched his back, offering deeper access as Soobin sucked him expertly. The older man growled around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He reached down, fondling M/n's balls, rolling them gently in his palm.

"You're such a dirty boy," Soobin whispered, his lips brushing against M/n's hip. "You know you belong to me now, don't you?"

M/n moaned, arching his back as he felt Soobin's hot breath against his skin. He was still panting from the intensity of the pleasure that had just consumed him. He couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of desire building inside of him as Soobin's words washed over him.

Soobin's hands gripped M/n's hips tightly, guiding him into position on all fours. He leaned forward, his body pressing against M/n's back, their cocks still slick with each other's cum. M/n felt Soobin's erection pressing against his entrance, and he let out a soft whimper.

"You're such a good little fucktoy," Soobin purred, his voice low and rough. "Just like your pretty virgin pussy." He thrust forward, pushing inside M/n's ass. M/n arched his back, letting out a gasp as the familiar yet foreign sensation of being penetrated filled him. "You belong to me now, M/n," Soobin continued, his hips moving faster. "I'm going to breed you. I'm going to fill you with my cum, and you're going to carry my babies."

The older man's thrusts were forceful but controlled, each one driving deeper into M/n's body. Soobin's hands gripped M/n's hips tightly, guiding him in time with his movements. "That's it," he whispered, his breath hot against M/n's ear. "Just take it. Take my cock."

M/n moaned, arching his back as Soobin's thickness stretched him wider. He could feel the other man's control beginning to slip, his thrusts becoming more erratic. It was almost painful, but M/n knew it was only because Soobin was so overwhelmed with desire. He wanted M/n to feel wanted, to make him lose control.

"That's it, baby," Soobin groaned, his hips slamming into M/n's ass. "You feel so good. So tight. You're taking every inch of me."

M/n moaned, arching his back as Soobin's thickness stretched him wider. He felt so full, so owned. The way Soobin was thrusting into him, claiming him, made him feel like a possession. Like something precious that belonged only to the older man.

"You're pussy so tight," Soobin groaned, his hips slamming into M/n's ass. The older man's thrusts were forceful, but M/n could feel the care behind each one, as if Soobin were trying to be gentle despite the urgency of his desire. "It's like you were made just for me."

M/n let out a moan, arching his back as Soobin's thickness stretched him wider. The familiar sensation of being penetrated mixed with the new, unfamiliar feel of being filled by something other than a cock. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. "I-I'm yours, S-oobin," he whispered, his voice breathless. "I'll always be yours."

Soobin thrust deeper into M/n's ass, his hands gripping M/n's hips tightly. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his breath hot against M/n's ear. "Just take it. Take my cock." His thrusts grew faster, harder, each one pushing deeper inside M/n's body. M/n could feel Soobin's control beginning to slip, the older man surrendering to the force of his desire.

Their skin was slick with sweat, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Soobin's hips slammed into M/n's ass, his cock stretching him wider, filling every inch of him. M/n arched his back, moaning loudly as he felt the familiar tightness in his chest, the telltale signs of his own climax.

Soobin's hands gripped M/n's hips tightly, guiding him in time with his movements. Heat pooled low in M/n's abdomen, spreading outward in a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. "Oh god, Soobin," he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. "I'm close."

The older man's thrusts grew faster, harder, his body tensing as he neared the brink as well. M/n felt Soobin's cock twitch inside him, a warning of what was to come. With a final, powerful thrust, they both let go, their bodies arching in unison as they found release. Soobin's hot seed spilled into M/n's ass, filling him up and making him feel so full, so wanted.

M/n let out a long moan as the sensation washed over him, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He could feel every stroke of Soobin's cock inside him, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through him. As they came down from their high, Soobin gently lowered M/n's legs, allowing them to rest on the couch beside him. He held M/n close, their bodies still connected as he continued to move slowly inside him.

Soobin's hands roamed over M/n's chest, teasing his nipples with his fingers. He kissed M/n's neck, his lips hot and soft against his skin. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could lose myself in you." He shifted his weight, moving M/n's legs up so that he was now straddling his lap with his ass resting on the couch. His cock slid in and out of M/n's body, filling him in a new and intimate way. "Is this okay?" he asked, nibbling on M/n's earlobe.

M/n moaned, arching his back to meet Soobin's thrusts. "More," he whispered. "Please." Soobin's touch was electrifying, making every nerve ending in M/n's body tingle with anticipation. The older man's fingers danced over M/n's chest, teasing and taunting, before moving lower, caressing his stomach and hip. M/n's muscles tightened as Soobin's cock found a new angle, filling him completely.

He leaned forward, resting his weight on his arms as Soobin continued to thrust, their hips moving in perfect synchrony. The older man's lips brushed against M/n's neck, his hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "You're so beautiful," Soobin murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I never want this feeling to end."

A top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader. The male reader seduces jeongin by wearing tight boxers and thigh-high socks. The reader wanted to ride him with Jeongin wearing pants while he rode his dick. The reader also loves Jeongin to stay shirtless while humping or riding on him.

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Paring: top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader

Genre: smut

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A/n: Requests are open

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"Hey, Jeongin, you're home early," M/n called out from the bedroom, hearing the front door shut. Jeongin, his ginger hair a bit messier than usual, poked his head in with a tired smile.

"Yeah, had a bit of a break in the schedule today," he replied, tossing his bag onto the floor. "How's your day been?"

M/n stepped into the room wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers blue and white striped thigh-high socks that hugged his thighs. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he approached Jeongin, who couldn't help but let his gaze wander over M/n's body. "It's been okay," M/n said, his voice a low purr. "But it's about to get a whole lot better."

Jeongin felt his heart race as M/n closed the distance between them. He reached out, his hand brushing against M/n's bare chest, feeling the heat and the firm muscles beneath the smooth skin. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

M/n took Jeongin's hand and led him to the bed, pushing him gently down onto the soft mattress. "I was thinking," he said, a sly smile playing on his lips, "about how much I love watching you move." He climbed onto the bed, straddling Jeongin's waist. "But I think it's your turn to watch me this time."

Jeongin's eyes widened as M/n began to slowly roll his hips, the fabric of his pants tightening around his growing erection. The sight of M/n's body moving in such a sensual way made him feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. "I want to ride you," M/n whispered, his voice barely audible. "But I want you to keep your pants on."

The request took Jeongin by surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He liked the idea of M/n being in control, and the added challenge of keeping his own pants on only made the situation more thrilling. He took of his shirt, laid back, his arms folded behind his head, watching as M/n reached down to pull his boxers aside, freeing his hard cock. M/n's hand wrapped around it, stroking gently as he positioned himself over Jeongin's crotch.

M/n's eyes never left Jeongin's as he lowered himself down, feeling the warmth and pressure of Jeongin's erection against his own. Jeongin bit his lip, his eyes hooded with lust as M/n began to grind their hips together. The friction through Jeongin's clothes was driving him wild, and he knew that M/n was feeling it too, judging by the way he was panting and his pupils had dilated.

M/n leaned forward, his hands planted on either side of Jeongin's head, and began to move in earnest. His muscles flexed with each movement, the tight fabric of his socks and boxers accentuating every line and curve of his body. Jeongin reached up, his hands sliding along M/n's thighs, feeling the power and control in his legs as he rocked back and forth. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of want and need that was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of flesh against fabric that was punctuated by M/n's breathy moans. Jeongin could feel the heat building in his own pants, the pressure of his erection against the zipper becoming almost unbearable. He watched as M/n's face contorted with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent cry.

M/n's movements grew more urgent, his hips snapping down with increasing force. Jeongin could feel the precum leaking through his own pants, making the fabric stick to his skin. He reached down, fumbling with the button and zipper, eager to free himself and feel M/n's bare skin against his own.

"Not yet," M/n breathed, his eyes snapping open to meet Jeongin's. "Let me enjoy this for a bit longer."

Jeongin nodded, his own need momentarily overridden by the desire to give M/n what he wanted. He watched as M/n leaned back, his hand still working his cock in time with their rhythm. The sight was almost too much to handle, but he forced himself to stay still, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.

M/n's hips rolled in a way that sent waves of pleasure through both of them, the friction from the boxers and pants creating a delicious tension. Jeongin could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. He reached up to trace the line of M/n's jaw, his thumb brushing against the soft skin of his cheek.

"You're so beautiful," Jeongin murmured, his voice thick with lust.

M/n's cheeks flushed at the compliment, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his climax. He leaned down, capturing Jeongin's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as their hips continued to grind. Jeongin could taste the sweetness of M/n's mouth, feel the tremble of his body as he grew closer and closer to the edge.

Their kiss broke, and M/n let out a guttural moan as he came, his cock pulsing in his hand, spurts of cum landing on Jeongin's bare stomach. Jeongin watched, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch, as M/n's body shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"Your turn," M/n panted, moving off of Jeongin's hips and sliding down his body. He took Jeongin's cock in his mouth, the fabric of his boxers still in the way, creating a barrier that only served to heighten the sensation. Jeongin's hips bucked upwards instinctively, his hands finding M/n's hair and gripping it tightly.

M/n teased him through the fabric, licking and sucking, feeling the heat and the pulse of Jeongin's erection against his tongue. Jeongin's breathing grew ragged, his body straining against the restraint of his own pants. "M/n," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea.

M/n sat back up, a wicked smile on his face as he looked down at Jeongin. "You know what you have to do," he said, his voice low and commanding. Jeongin nodded, his eyes never leaving M/n's as he quickly shed his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

M/n straddled Jeongin once more, this time facing away from him. He leaned back, pressing his ass against Jeongin's cock, feeling the tip slide along his crack. Jeongin's hands came up to grip M/n's hips, guiding him into position. With a slow, deliberate movement, M/n lowered himself down, feeling the head of Jeongin's cock breach his entrance.

The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made M/n gasp. He took a deep breath, bracing himself as he continued to sink down, taking Jeongin inch by inch. Jeongin's eyes were on M/n's ass, watching as it swallowed him whole, the fabric of his boxers stretching tightly over his balls. He couldn't believe how tight M/n felt, even after all the times they'd been together.

Once M/n was fully seated, he paused, giving Jeongin a moment to adjust to the feeling. Jeongin's grip on his hips tightened, his nails digging into the flesh. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

M/n leaned back slightly, his hands on Jeongin's chest for balance. He began to rock back and forth, setting a slow, deliberate pace. The feeling of Jeongin's cock sliding in and out of him was exquisite, the friction of the fabric against his ass only adding to the sensation. He could feel Jeongin's muscles tense and release with each of his movements, the way his abs flexed and his chest heaved with every breath.

"F-fuck me," M/n whispered, his voice a mix of need and challenge. "Har-der."

Jeongin's eyes narrowed, the fire in his gaze burning hotter as he complied. He pushed up into M/n, his hips moving with more force. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a raw and primal symphony that echoed off the walls. The headboard of the bed began to thump rhythmically against the wall, a steady beat that matched the racing of their hearts.

M/n's breath hitched as Jeongin's cock hit that perfect spot inside him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. He leaned back further, arching his back, giving Jeongin deeper access. The feel of Jeongin's bare skin against his own was electric, the heat of their bodies melding together in a way that made M/n feel like they were one.

Jeongin's hands moved from M/n's hips to his waist, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above the band of his boxers. He could feel M/n's muscles clench and release around him, the tight grip of his ass driving him wild. He began to piston his hips upwards, meeting M/n's movements with his own, the pace of their lovemaking increasing with each passing moment.

M/n's moans grew louder, his body moving in perfect sync with Jeongin's. He reached down to stroke his own cock, the sensation of being filled and pleasured at the same time overwhelming. His hand was a blur, his strokes matching the rhythm of Jeongin's thrusts. The room was a whirlwind of sensation: the feel of the cool air against his flushed skin, the scent of their combined arousal, the sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet of the afternoon.

As the intensity grew, M/n's movements grew more erratic. He could feel his orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in his stomach. "Fuck, Jeongin, I'm gonna-" he gasped, his voice cut off by a loud moan as he came, his body shaking with the force of his release. Jeongin's grip on him tightened, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt M/n's hole clench around his cock.

The sight of M/n's climax pushed Jeongin over the edge. He buried his face in the pillow beside M/n's, his hips bucking up as he filled M/n with his cum. His body was a taut bow, every muscle straining as he emptied himself into his lover. He groaned into the pillow, the sound muffled but no less intense.

M/n felt the hot spurts of Jeongin's release, his inner walls pulsing around the thick cock inside him. He collapsed forward, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Jeongin's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath.

"That was… incredible," Jeongin panted, his voice muffled by the pillow.

M/n chuckled, his body still shaking with the aftermath of pleasure. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice filled with satisfaction. He leaned back into Jeongin's embrace, feeling the sticky warmth of their combined releases between them.

Jeongin kissed the back of M/n's neck, his breath hot against the damp skin. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. M/n shivered at the contact, his body still sensitive from the intense climax. He turned his head to the side, capturing Jeongin's lips in a lazy kiss that spoke of contentment and love.

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A bf!top!bang chan x bf!botMalereader. The reader finds out that bang chan had a sexy photoshoot (wearing a work attire but shirtless) that the reader just straight up wanting the ride bang chan. The reader imagined riding bang chan, bang chan the man he was, surprised the reader by wearing the same attire (the shirtless work attire) he was wearing during photoshoot. The reader let his imagination happen irl, riding bang chan.

Paring: Top!Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

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A/n: Sorry for the delay, I had some schoolwork to finish. Also, Chan looks SO FINE in the photo!

On a fateful day, M/n was scrolling through their Instagram feed, mindlessly passing the time when a familiar face caught their eye. It was Chris, M/n's boyfriend, on the cover of a famous magazine! Dressed in a crisp white shirt, tailored black slacks, and a navy blue tie, he looked every inch the charming and successful businessman he was. But there was something else about the photo that made M/n's heart race and their palms sweat: he was shirtless. The top button of his pants was undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. M/n couldn't help but feel a rush of desire surging through his veins as he stared at the image, imagining what it would be like to ride him.

M/n quickly snapped out of his reverie and decided to take matters into his own hands. He recorded a video message for Chris, pouring out his lust and adoration for him. "You look so sexy in that photo, Chris. I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking with emotion. "I want you so badly, I want to ride you. Please, can we make this happen tonight?" With a shaky thumbs up, M/n sent the video off, praying that Chris would get the message and make his wildest fantasy come true.

As the hours ticked by, M/n waited anxiously for Chris to respond. He couldn't help but feel giddy with anticipation, imagining what it would be like to finally have his lover in his arms again. Finally, just as M/n was about to give up hope, his phone lit up with a notification. Chris had replied to his message. "Hey, gorgeous," he wrote, "I've been thinking about you too. How about I surprise you tonight? Just wait until you see what I have in store."

M/n's heart leapt into his throat as he read Chris's message. He couldn't believe his luck! His boyfriend was going to make his wildest fantasy come true. With bated breath, M/n spent the rest of the day planning their special evening together. He prepared a romantic dinner, lit candles, and put on Chris's favorite music. The moment Chris walked through the door, M/n's heart skipped a beat. He was wearing the same shirtless work attire he had worn in the photoshoot!

"You look incredible," M/n breathed, taking in Chris's chiseled physique. "I can't believe you're actually doing this for me." Chris grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wanted to make sure I lived up to your expectations," he replied, walking over to M/n and pulling him into a passionate kiss. As they made their way to the bedroom, M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude washing over him. His boyfriend had taken the time to make this special night happen just for him.

In the bedroom, Chris lowered himself onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as M/n climbed onto his lap. The feel of Chris's hard, muscular thighs beneath him sent a thrill through M/n's body. He reached down and pushed Chris's pants to his knees, revealing his toned stomach fully. As M/n began to pull Chris's boxers, Chris reached down and guided his hand, helping him pull them down.

"You're so sexy, Chris," M/n whispered, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you like this." He leaned forward, kissing Chris passionately as he gripped his hips, guiding him into his hand. Chris let out a low moan into their kiss, his hips moving in sync with M/n's touch. As he stroked Chris, he could feel the heat radiating off of his skin, the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his touch.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Chris asked breathlessly, his eyes searching M/n's face for any sign of hesitation. "I want you to feel every inch of me." M/n nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. He leaned forward, kissing Chris again before slowly lowering himself down, guiding Chris's hard length inside him. There was a moment of resistance as their bodies adjusted, but then M/n felt himself sink deeper, a sense of rightness washing over him as Chris filled him completely.

He moaned, arching his back as he began to move up and down, meeting Chris's thrusts. The sounds of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with the soft sounds of their labored breathing. M/n gripped Chris's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his fingers as Chris powered into him. With each thrust, he could feel the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

The scent of their sweat filled the air, and the bedcovers were quickly becoming tangled beneath them. M/n leaned forward, biting his lip as he watched his own reflection in Chris's eyes. They were filled with desire and passion, a look that made him feel both incredibly wanted and completely loved. He could feel the tension building inside him, the familiar tightening in his stomach as he neared the brink of orgasm.

As he rode Chris, he reached down and wrapped his hand around them, stroking in time with their movements. The heat from their bodies mingled, and he could feel every inch of Chris's chest and stomach pressed against his skin. He moaned, arching his back as he found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Chris's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping M/n's hips tightly as he met each thrust.

The bed squeaked beneath them, the mattress beginning to give way beneath their combined weight. M/n glanced down, watching as his own body moved in tandem with Chris'. He felt a sense of power and control, knowing that he was the one driving this encounter, the one who could make Chris lose his mind with desire. His heart raced, the blood pounding in his ears drowning out all other sounds.

He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss as he continued to ride Chris. His hips moved in a steady, rhythmic motion, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. Chris's hands roamed over his back, his chest, cupping his ass and urging him on. The sensation of being so intimately connected to Chris was overwhelming, and M/n could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Their skin was slick with sweat, and the air in the room was thick with the scent of desire. M/n reached down between them, stroking them both in time with their movements, feeling the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him with each thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

As he rode Chris, his body tensed, his muscles bunching beneath his skin. He threw his head back, letting out a long, shuddering moan as the orgasm swept over him in a wave of heat and pleasure. His hips bucked wildly, and he felt himself spilling over Chris's cock, his essence pooling around them. Chris let out a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he arched upward, his hips bucking helplessly against M/n's hand.

Their bodies were intertwined, sweat-slick and trembling. M/n collapsed forward, resting his weight on Chris's chest as they caught their breath. He could feel the softness of Chris's skin against his own, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room was still, the air heavy with the scent of their lovemaking.

Chris shifted beneath him, rolling them over so that M/n was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at M/n with a mixture of tenderness and desire. "You're beautiful," he whispered, trailing his fingers along M/n's jaw.

M/n closed his eyes, the warmth of Chris's touch spreading through him. He felt the weight of Chris's body press against his own, the hardness of his cock rubbing against his thigh. "I love you," he murmured, lifting a hand to stroke Chris's cheek. They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying the closeness and the intimacy of their connection.