"eat It Then"

"eat it then"

a/n: this is so short and filthy, i'm too stoned to continue now but i could be persuaded.

contains: smut below the cut [switch(?) mingyu, oral (f. rec), c*m eating] minors DNI

“eat it then”

“hmm, angel?” mingyu looked up from your pussy, wrenching his eyes away from where his cum leaked from your wrecked hole. 

“you said it looked yummy, so eat it.” you looked him in the eyes daring him to say no. 

“angel, that’s so nasty.” despite his words he lowered his head to your cunt. his tongue poked out to taste the mixture of him and you for the first time. 

“fuck, angel” he groaned out. diving back in between your legs, he ate like a man starved. he slurped up his cum and yours from your folds, soothing the soreness caused by the rough fucking he just gave you moments before. you writhed above him, oversensitive but loving the feeling of mingyu lapping at your center.

“fuck” you moaned out grinding your pussy against mingyu’s face, desperate for some friction on your clit, his tongue was too occupied searching for cum inside you, and his hands were splayed on your thighs holding them open. 

“gyu” you choked out, “please, my clit. i’m so close” you were nearly in tears, on the verge of begging. he would never leave you hanging though. his hand left your thigh, pointer and middle fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit, while he continued to lap at your center like these were his last moments on earth.

“jesus christ!” you cried out as you came, hole fluttering around his tongue still inside you. his fingers slowed on your clit, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm. his head popped up from between your legs, the lower half of his face completely soaked. he grinned at you, lips glistening. 

“round two?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

he just has very sensitive tear ducts cr. namuspromised, 0613data, jung-koook

"I got all I need You know nothing else can beat The way that I feel when I'm dancin' with my girls Perfect energy Yeah, we flawless, yeah, we free There's no better feelin' in the whole wide world"

SEVEN - JUNGKOOK

i'll be okay—yeonjun x fem!afab!reader. reader gets overstimulated and they have comfort sex lol. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. established relationship, afab!reader, chubby!reader implied, reader experiences sensory overload (but there is no specific disability mentioned), yeonjun has stubble ehehe, nipple play, cunnilingus, use of sex toys, unprotected sex (pls wear protection ppl), creampie , pet names (love, baby, jjuni), "i love you," reader wears a dress, lowkey lovemaking, kinda cheesy, i think that's it?  notes. so this is kinda supposed to be, like, as a result of sensory overload. i wrote this as a neurodivergent person who experiences sensory overload, but anyone can get overstimulated, so even if you aren't neurodivergent, you may relate to this! and remember- disability, overstimulation, and sensory overload are different experiences for everyone! no one experiences them the same, SO just keep in mind this is kinda as a result of my personal experience. thank u :3 smut under cut. wc. 1.8K

“I’m sorry we had to come home early,” you say, closing and locking your apartment’s front door. “It’s this fabric…” Tugging at the dress you’d picked out for tonight’s date, you shiver. You knew the fabric wasn’t your favorite, but the dress fit you so perfectly. It couldn’t be bad for one night, right? 

The combination of a stressful day at work, the cacophony of the bustling restaurant, the glaring city lights, and the dress' god awful fabric proved overwhelming. Sensory overload loomed over you from the moment you stepped into the restaurant, but you tried to push it aside, which is never a good idea.

You didn’t have to say anything. Yeonjun knew. He always knows. 

But you wanted to stay, to salvage the perfect date in the perfect dress. And oh how sexy did he look with his slightly grown-out beard, knowing how much you loved the look. Tonight was supposed to be special, and excitement radiated from both of you.

But some days are simply bad and this is one of them. 

“Don’t apologize, love,” Yeonjun says, draping his jacket across the dining table chair. “I couldn’t wait to get you out of that dress anyway.” You wanted to hug him, kiss him, do other things to him, but you couldn’t wait to get this fucking dress off. 

Exhaling a sigh of relief, the familiar comfort of your favorite t-shirt and shorts envelops you as you step out of the closet, finding him patiently waiting on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” 

“Better—still a bit, you know,” you respond, shaking your hands. “But I’ll be okay.” 

“Need some water?” You nod, watching him walk calmly to the kitchen. How does he always stay so calm? Always your rock. “Here you go, love.” Quietly observing as you settle, he says, “You did look really pretty in that dress.” 

Sitting up, you cross your legs, give him a gentle smile, and say, “Thank you, baby.”

“Touch?” 

Humming, you nod. Warmth spreads through you as his hand gracefully glides from your arm down to squeeze your thigh. Leaning closer, his thumb traces the apple of your cheek before his lips meet yours. 

“You’re always pretty though.” 

The kiss deepens and he leans over, guiding you to lie down as your arms naturally wrap around his shoulders. In his embrace, you find solace and a sense of security, appreciating the constant reassurance he brings into your life.

Every subtle move he makes sends a ripple of response through your body—his hand slipping beneath your shirt to rest on your waist, the delicate texture of his fingertips, even the slightest pinches. It all made you jump. He gently squeezes your tit, making a smile tug at the corners of your lips before swiping a thumb across your nipple experimentally. 

“Sorry—“

You hum, like nuh-uh, you’re not done yet before pulling him back to you. Breaths heavy and deep, he whispers your name as if to ask if you’re okay. He’d never want to overwhelm you, but you want him. 

Trailing his lips down your neck, you say, “I’m still really sensitive, so I’ll have to…you know, take lots of breaks.”

“That’s okay, baby…” Lips brushing your own, the hotness of his breath against your lips grounds you in the moment, hyper aware of his body on yours. “You know I’ll always stop when you need me to.” Tugging at the hem of your shirt—he always lets you take off your own shirt when you’re extra sensitive—his hands rub your waist, giving you time to adjust to sudden exposure. This definitely isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, but each time feels exciting and new. 

Peppering your skin with the sweetest, most sensual kisses until—

Fuck.

Your breath catches in your throat at his tongue against your nipple. A stiffness takes over and as usual, he notices. 

“Feelin’ okay?” He feels good…really good. But you’re still anxious and you still need to look out for yourself to make sure you don’t get too overwhelmed. 

“Yes—” you gasp as your eyes squeeze shut, letting his lips explore your body. He can feel it. That you’re okay. That you want him. But he wants you to say it. 

“More?” 

“Please.” 

“I need you to say it, love.”

Ah, he’s always had such a thing for consent. And you have too. Knowing—saying out loud—how much one wants the other is delicious. 

You chuckle and say, “Ask me first.”

Feeling his smile against your chest, your jitters turn into butterflies. “Love,” he says, peppering your skin with kisses. “I want to…” he starts, skating his lips across your tummy. “God, there’s so much I wanna do to you.” 

Making his way down toward your hips, you can’t help but run your fingers through his hair. “Tell me.”

“I wanna make you feel so good,” he whispers. “Wanna give you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. I wanna taste your pussy. I wanna fuck you so slowly it makes you crazy.” Watching how he places the softest kisses everywhere, you’ll forever know how much he loves your body. “Is that okay?”

You hum, giving him the okay to move closer and closer to your pussy, he watches your every reaction. 

Flicking his tongue over your clit, you gasp. You feel it all—everything. His slippery tongue, the cotton bed sheets sticking to your damp back, the uncomfortable position your pillow is forcing you into, his fingernails digging into your thighs, the roughness of his five o’clock shadow against your thighs. Its—

“Stop,” you say, pushing yourself away from him, taking deep breaths. “Too much—sorry…”

“Never apologize, love.” While you’re calming yourself down, he asks, “What was it?”

“Your…um, your little stubble,” you say, chuckling. “Sorry, you look so cute, but…”

“It’s okay.” He smiles reassuringly. “I just won’t eat you out. You wanna use a toy?” Before you can even answer with your simple nod, he’s opening one of the bedside tables. “Which one?”

“Surprise me.” Smirking, he pulls out your favorite bullet vibrator— “Ah, that’s the one I was hoping you’d pick.” It’s a comforting one. You know exactly what to expect from it and there aren’t any surprises, which is just what you need right now.

“How did I know that? You wanna use it or do you want me to?”

“You.”

“Tell me if it's too much, okay?” He starts it off on its lowest setting, slowly easing it onto your clit. Waves of relaxation wash over you, giving you the chance to calm down. He can tell by your moans that you want— “More?” You nod, answering with a quick mhmm and he turns it up to your favorite speed, hitting just the right spot. 

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” you say breathlessly. Placing gentle kisses on your ribs, he’s getting you used to the feeling of him again. “Can you—” It’s like he read your mind. His tongue finds your nipple, going around it so deliciously. 

You start squirming, ready for more. 

“Jjuni…” you whine, back arching while you claw at his chest. “Need you. Please?” He doesn’t have to ask what position. You have a favorite for these nights. Simple, but effective—a nice kneeling missionary. You’re in a comfy position, he can see his cock going in and out of your perfect pussy, and he can touch your whole body with easy access to your clit. 

“Breathe for me, okay?” How did he know you were holding your breath? You force yourself to relax, his warm hands soothing you even more. He places a butterfly-soft kiss to your lips. “You’re so beautiful, babe.” 

“So are you,” you smile, watching him rub gentle circles on one hip while he slowly pushes himself inside you. “Yeonjun—”

“Fuck, you feel so good, love,” he says. “I’m gonna start moving, okay?”

Nodding, you grab a fistful of sheets at how simply incredible he feels. But—

“Wait, wait.”

“Too much?” Changing his pace, it feels— “How’s this?”

“Oh,” your chest heaves. “That feels good, yeah. Sorry,” you say nervously.

Truthfully, he didn’t mind this at all. He likes taking his time with you. The only thing he doesn’t like is that you feel like you’re burdening him with all the breaks and pauses. But he’s told you so many times, “You’re absolutely perfect, love.” 

You sigh and say, “I love you.” That wasn’t the first time you’d said that, not even that evening, but saying it during sex always turned him to putty. 

“I love you too, baby. So much.” Reaching for your vibrator again, he presses it to your clit, sending shocks through your body. And it feels…so good. But just for a moment. 

“Ah,” you sit up, pushing him out. “I need to take a break.” He nods, giving you space to take a few sips of the water he’d gotten you earlier. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles. “You wanna try being on top?”

“Nah, I like this position. If that’s okay?”

“Perfectly fine by me.” Spreading your legs again, he runs his hands over your waist, feeling you ground yourself again. “Ready?” 

Every step of the way, he’s so attentive to you and ensures you don’t get overwhelmed or more overstimulated than you already are. And he’s always been like this. Always. Even since the first time you slept together. Sleeping with someone you cared about for the first time was always overwhelming—so many things to think about—am I being too loud? Do I taste okay? Am I making them feel good? It was stressful. But he picked up on it immediately. 

He treated you perfectly. How you always wanted to be treated. He read you so well. 

Those questions inside your head turned into whispers from him—let me hear you, baby. God, you’re so fucking delicious. Fuck, you make me feel so good, love. 

“Jjuni, can you use my toy again?”

“Of course,” he smiles. “Feel good?” You nod again, edging close to your orgasm. As it builds, his whispers become more fervent. “You’re doing so good for me, love.” His voice is soothing, a constant reassurance that you’re in a safe and pleasurable space. Adding just the right amount of pressure to your clit with the perfect pace of his thrusts, your body finds itself in a whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy as you reach your orgasm. 

The room fills with the subtle hum of the toy, the soft sounds of your moans, and his gentle breaths as he maintains his attentiveness. 

Coming down from your high, you catch your breath and say, “Please cum inside me. I wanna feel you. Please.” He nods, discarding the toy to the mattress, squeezing your tit, not only for himself, but he knows it comforts you. “Please.” 

His grunts get deeper, his thrusts get sloppier, and with a few final thrusts, he reaches his own climax, filling you with warmth and a deep feeling of connection between you. 

Placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder, he whispers, “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

“You are too.” 

“I’m always here for you, okay?”

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warnings: 🔞, solo!bin, masturbation, jerking off to pictures, sweet pervy in love boyfriend seo changbin!

the bed is too cold without you. 

too cold, too big. changbin’s been tossing and turning for the better part of two hours trying to get himself comfortable enough to fall asleep. he’s got to be up at the crack of dawn anyway to hop on another flight to another city when all he wants is to…

his phone chimes with a notification. 

changbin is awake enough that he would have picked it up regardless sooner or later in the hopes that maybe a little scrolling would tire him out. he straightens up, however, when he sees that it’s a notification from you. 

he clicks on the notification with a barely there downward smile that is growing embarrassingly fast. 

a selfie. 

he swears up and down that every picture you’ve ever taken in your life is the best picture you’ve ever taken in your life. but this one… this one takes the cake. it’s got to, right? you’ve stolen the breath right from his lungs. 

changbin traces your hair with his thumb, and the picture moves with it. he huffs a curse to himself. 

you do this when he’s away, so you do this a lot… send him a picture before you go to bed every night that he’s gone. the pictures vary depending on how you’re feeling and how much time you have, but they always leave him yearning for home. 

this one though, god. your smile. that’s one thing he misses the most when he’s working. your face is devoid of makeup, but your lips are glossy and kissable. lip balm, maybe a lip scrub? one of those gritty-yet-tasty scrubs you put on your lips at night to make them extra soft and exfoliated. or something like that. all changbin knows is that he likes to kiss you when you have the scrub on because he thinks it’s cute when you fuss at him. 

seo changbin! sto- stoooop! i have to put more on now!

go ahead! i’ll just kiss it all off again, yeobo~

your skin is dewy and pretty from your nightly shower and too-many-step skincare routine. changbin doesn’t do all that, frankly he just stopped putting body lotion on his face. your hair’s still damp from the shower you took earlier, and he has half a mind to hope you dry it a little before bed so you won’t catch a cold. 

mercy… and you’re wearing that silk little nightgown he likes so much. soft pink and delectable against the tone of your skin. he wonders if it’s the long one or the short one. the one that barely covers your ass? he really hopes it’s that one. changbin bites his bottom lip and uses his thumbs to zoom in on your chest before he can think twice. 

he throws his head back against the pillow in agony, and a hand comes up to slap dramatically at the headboard of the bed. your nipples are just visible enough through the thin fabric of your slip that his mouth waters. they’re not pebbled hard, but god, they would be if he was there with you. he could even suck on them over your slip, mouth at those precious little buds until the fabric is almost sheer and wet with his spit. you would let him; he’s done it before. 

it got your sweet pussy so wet he could smell it from where he was sucking on your tits. all he had to do was slide a hand between your legs for a few minutes until you came trembling, tugging on his hair so hard his eyes squeezed shut and he moaned against your breasts. 

is your pussy wet now? god, your pussy. the hand changbin isn’t using to hold his phone steady snakes below the covers to rub at his cock over his sleep shorts. you’ve told him before that you touch yourself before bed sometimes. it helps you sleep, you said, orgasms make you sated and tired. you took such a beautiful picture for him; now are you going to lay down in bed and touch yourself over the covers until you cum? 

or have you already? what if you did the thing? in the bath. that thing where you lay on your back and let the water from the faucet cascade down onto your clit. you cum hard that way. he knows. he’s watched you do it before, standing in the doorway of your bathroom with a hand down his sweatpants. you came so hard that you were quick to close your legs and bring your knees to your chest, and afterwards he helped you towel lukewarm water off the floor. 

just the thought alone has his cock throbbing under his palm. 

changbin can’t take it anymore. he puts his phone on the bed beside him and shucks off his shorts under the covers to find later. he kicks out of the blankets, and the hair on his arms stands on end when his naked body is exposed to the chill of the hotel room. 

he picks up his phone and taps the darkened screen so that he can see your picture clearly again. changbin adjusts himself on the pillow and takes himself in hand, starting by fondling his sensitive balls until the tip of his cock is leaking steadily.  

“fuuuck,” he groans, licking his palm and slowly soothing his precum down the head and base of his thick cock. his eyes remain locked on your picture. 

what would you say to him if you knew he was touching himself to this innocent little selfie you sent him? you’ve pulled it out of him before. he can’t help that he’s so honest, he’ll tell you anything you want to know as long as you ask. changbin knows you’d laugh at him. sweetly, maybe a little mean if you really want to play it up. 

that’s a little pathetic, don’t you think? you just can’t keep your dick in your pants, huh? my binnie is a naughty boy. are you naughty, changinnie?

“n-no, i-” changbin cuts himself off. that’s what he imagines you saying, at least, so he can’t stop himself from answering you even if your voice is only in his head. “you’re- ah, yeobo. you’re really pretty.” 

the sound of his own voice along with the slick noise of him fisting his cock has changbin’s neck heating up. it travels up his neck to his cheeks and ears until he’s panting into the otherwise silence of the room. 

changbin feels restless. he kicks the covers to the side even more so his legs have room to spread themselves wider. he’s almost frantic with his need to cum. it’ll tire him out, just like you always say. he wants to cum, wants you to make him cum, but your picture is good enough to do the trick. 

his hand leaves his cock to grab the nearest pillow from the other side of the bed and situates it so he can prop his phone against it. his phone slips and falls against the bed, but if he bunches up the blankets just right under the pillow, it creates the perfect little nook for his phone to settle. 

changbin takes a moment to feel proud for his quick thinking and innovation. he angles his shoulders so that he can look at your picture without straining his neck, and oh, that’s fucking it. that’s perfect. 

now, with two free hands, changbin reaches for his aching cock. he hisses through his teeth when calloused fingers wrap around his length, and almost immediately his hips fuck up into the grip of his hands. his cock is thick, not long, but if he uses four fingers to jerk his cock with one hand, he can settle the other hand on top of it for his bulbous head to fuck into. 

he didn’t bring his fleshlight this time. this is as good as it’s going to get, but it is good. changbin plants his feet on the cool sheets and ruts into his hands. 

“ahh, baby,” he grunts. “baby, your tight little pussy…” 

such a good pussy he goes drunk over it. if he pretends hard enough, he can imagine he’s fucking you now. you perched pretty in his lap like a throne, like you own it. own him. and you do. his monkey brain screeches that you do anyway. 

he blinks hard and focuses on your picture again, imagining you wearing your thin little nightgown and sitting on his cock, tits spilling over the top, while he lays in this exact position and pistons his hips up hard enough that your tits bounce with it. you’d claw at his chest, maybe lean back so your hands are braced on his knees so you can fuck yourself down on him too. 

you’d still be dewy from your shower. combine that with changbin’s sweat and you’d stick together. he’d wrap you up in his big, safe arms and hold you to his chest until your pussy convulses through an orgasm. 

“let me feel you cum,” he mumbles into the darkness of his hotel room. he feels delirious. “baby please. oh, yeobo.” 

the wet noise his cock makes as it fucks into his steady hands has changbin’s upper lip curling in something akin to a snarl. his mind can easily conjure up the slick sounds of your pussy when he fucks you, and his stomach clenches. 

he rolls over onto his front quickly, both hands still snug on his cock. he readjusts his hands so that his calloused palms are squeezing either side of his cock, fingers of both hands entwined together. his hips fuck down harshly into his grip, and changbin whimpers when the tip of his leaking cock now ruts against the sheets under him. 

“oh fuck. oh fuck,” he grits. his cheek is planted on the bed as he looks directly at the sweet picture of you smiling. changbin’s chest presses down against the bed so heavily that he can barely breathe, but it’s enough to make him cum. 

his hips stutter through it, and changbin struggles to lift himself up until he’s able to prop both hands against the bed and hump his cock against the sheets, cumming onto the white cotton fabric in waves. his hole pulses, and you still smile prettily at him from his phone. 

changbin flops gracelessly onto his stomach and rolls slowly to the side to miss landing in his cum cooling tackily into the sheets. he’ll have to strip the bed in the morning and leave a significant tip for the housekeeper. changbin grimaces and picks his phone up, breathing shakily before saving the picture into his camera roll. 

good night my binnie!! 🩷

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i love you 😽

binnie’s baby><

i love you!!!! ah.. your beauty distracted me..

good night yeobo~♡♡

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