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SWEET & SOUR.
Hyunjin x reader. (s)
Author's note: This fic is a revised of my old work Sweet & Sour. I added 2k more words and a whole lot kinky in it.
“I think I got full just from tasting everything!” Hyunjin said as he plopped down onto the couch the second he got into your place.
He was fanning his neck, his cheeks redden from the summer heat, and his hair tied in a messy bun, yet you find him extremely hot sitting with his long legs spreading out and leaning back with his head tilted upward.
The couch looked so inviting right now, the AC blasted cool air into the room, making it even harder to resist, especially with the extremely good-looking man sitting on it, but you were too excited to unpack the things you bought from the farmers market.
You placed the grocery bags on the kitchen island with loud thuds, you bought a lot of fresh fruits, the sight of their colors inexplicably enticing and pleasing you.
You planned on washing them all off before you put them in containers and store them in the fridge.
Pulling out the first bag was a bag of pears that Hyunjin carefully picked himself with intense observation and a lot of sniffing.
“You want some pears?” You asked.
“I can peel it for you.” You offered, tearing the plastic bag apart, then putting the pears in a big bowl and placing it under the running water.
Hyunjin got up from the couch, fixing his hair as he walked toward you,
“It’s okay. I’ll do it myself.” He said, opening the drawer to get a knife.
You handed him one of the washed pears once he was done washing his hands. He started to peel it from the top part of the fruit and going in a circular motion, then around it.
You couldn’t deny that he got quite the skill on using a knife, ultimately when it comes to peeling fruits, in which you found it inexplicably endearing, rather hot even. From the way, his long fingers gripped the fruit to the way his eyebrows furrowed in extra focus as if he performed a surgery rather than peeling a fruit.
You stopped letting your mind wander too far off, you quickly took another bag of fruits, and the strawberries were enticing, with dotted red skin, plump and bigger than the ones you usually bought at the supermarket.
You carefully dumped them into a glass bowl, filled them with water, washed and rinsed them, poured the dirty water out, and did the process once again to make sure it was clean. You did the same with a bowl of cherries.
“They are so big!” Hyunjin gasped next to you, almost done peeling the pear.
“You want to try one?” You offered, taking one strawberry from the bowl.
He nodded, putting down the pear and the knife, standing close to you, then opened his mouth to let you feed it to him.
You put the strawberry at the entrance of his mouth, it was rather too big for his mouth, you were about to ask him if he wanted you to cut it in half first, but Hyunjin had already bitten half of it.
He started chewing on it, then winced.
“It’s a bit sour!” He grumbled with his nose scrunched.
“Really?” You shoved the remaining piece of strawberry into your mouth. It was indeed a bit sour but not the kind that you couldn’t handle.
Hyunjin suddenly struck with an idea, “I think I know how we can make this taste even sweeter,” he said with eyes staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face.
Your eyes widened in curiosity, “How?”
“We do it like this,” his hand reached the back of your neck, slowly bringing your face close to him, then he pressed his lips on you.
He softly sucked your lips from one corner to another, and you could taste the faint flavor of strawberry on his mouth, just exactly how you would describe the taste of his plush, red lips.
You parted your mouth open, letting him taste you more and more as you tasted his. The sourness was long forgotten, all you could taste were his lips and the never-ending softness of his lips on you. The kiss was tender and sweet, you’d be lying if it didn’t make you feel the slightest bit of lightheaded, you were scared that you’d be addicted to it, or maybe you already were.
He pulled away slowly, letting out the most beautiful sigh you ever heard.
“Taste good, right?” He asked as he looked down at you.
You licked your lower lip, taking in whatever taste of his lips left on yours, then sheepishly nodded at him.
Hyunjin seemed satisfied with your reaction. He then turned his attention back to his pear.
You pulled another plastic bag of cherries, it surprised you how you could still function after what happened a few minutes ago, how it played like a spur of the moment thing, deep down, you know well enough the effect would linger on.
As your mind was busy trying to wrap your head around the fact that you just had a quick hot make-out with Hyunjin, you accidentally pulled another bag of baby carrots, an idea flashed to your mind.
You turned around to face him, “How about this?”
He turned and found you with a baby carrot between your teeth, “What are you doing?”
“Who knows it will taste better…” you talked and trying not to lose the grip of the baby carrot.
He grimaced, almost disgusted at the sight of his least favorite vegetable.
You approached him, still with the carrot between your teeth.
He puts his hands on your elbow, maintaining a space between you and him, tried to stop you from coming near him.
“Baby, don’t cross the line!” He warned you.
“Why? Let’s just try!” you were closing in on him, almost losing the carrot as you giggled your way to him.
“Baby, no!!!” He screeched, slightly panicked.
As much as you were having so much fun riled him up, you didn’t want to drive him further up the wall. You relented, broke down laughing, then threw the baby carrot into the sink.
Hyunjin glared at you, his lower lip jutting out, making the cutest pout you had ever seen on him.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” you said, biting your lip to suppress you from bursting into another series of laughter.
“Don’t you ever do that again!” He warned you, eyes shot you death stares.
You grabbed the sleeve of his shirt to pull him close to you, “Okay, I’m sorry.” You apologized once again.
“You’re in so much trouble for that!” He nagged but didn’t resist when you tried to pull him into a hug.
You put both of your hands around his neck, leaning in to kiss him, but he stopped you.
Jerking his head back, he asked, “What are you doing?”
You were taken aback but also afraid you might read the signal wrong and that he was still mad at you.
“I’m not going to kiss you with your mouth tasting like a carrot.” He grumbled.
“Oh!” You exclaimed.
Hyunjin dragged the bowl filled with strawberries, “Here, have a strawberry!”
You shook your head, “No, I want cherries, please!”
His long arm reached for the bowl of cherries, then dragged it close with his fingers and took one by its stem. You opened your mouth and tilted your head slightly upward as Hyunjin lowered the cherry into your mouth, and caught it between your teeth with the stem sticking out of your mouth.
One thing that you like the most about Hyunjin is that he’s very intuitive to your needs. That includes when you needed his touch the most.
Hyunjin caught the end of the stem with his teeth and pulled it off of the cherry, spat it out somewhere onto the floor.
You bit the cherry and popped it, feeling the burst of sweetness inside your mouth.
“Oh, the cherry tastes so good!” You exclaimed between your chews.
Hyunjin licked his lower lip, “oh yeah, I bet!”
He smirked before leaning in and placing his lips on you, prying your mouth open with his tongue. His hot, slick tongue slipped it in and out of your mouth, tasting the fruit juice in kitten licks.
“Keep it open for me, baby!” he hummed into you, hand firmly gripping the back of your head, keeping you still at his mercy.
You obeyed, keeping your head tipped back with your mouth open as he kissed you deeper, your saliva and his mixed inside your mouth, pooling out of the corner of your mouth.
His hands pressing the side of your body, his hips bucking in on you while your hands were on his hair, filling the spaces between your fingers with the soft strands of his hair, you knew how much he likes it when you do that.
He drew back, sparing an inch away from your mouth.
“Swallow it all for me,” he ordered, his voice hoarse and sultry.
You closed your mouth and slowly swallowed everything in one big gulp.
He moaned as he intensely watched you obeyed his words without questions. He’s not big on dominating, but that doesn’t mean he does not enjoy seeing you obeyed him like a well-behaved girl.
He placed slobbering kisses along your lips, “so sweet, so beautiful!” he praised you, gave you another peck on the lips, then pulled back completely, half panting and catching his breath at once.
Resting your forehead against his chin, you didn’t bother wiping the wet trails of his kisses on your lips. You wanted to keep the taste of him on you.
Hyunjin removed his hand from your side, softly rubbing the side of your face.
Like a needy girl you were, you tipped your head to the side, so your cheek rested on his palm. Hyunjin buried his head onto your exposed neck, you could feel his smile on your skin as he ran his lips along the delicate skin of your neck and up to that soft spot behind your ear.
“Now, I wonder if it tastes sweet right here too.” He whispered, lips gently grazing your lobe as chills ran down your spine.
You squirmed against his body, gripping the end of the counter like it was a lifeline.
"Hyunjin..." you called him out, sultry and full of neediness.
He placed his hands on each side of your waist and in one swift move, lifted you, then sat you on the kitchen counter.
You couldn't escape his intense gazes when you were on the same eye level with him, feeling so caught in the game you started yourself.
Hyunjin's hand reached for another strawberry from the bowl, bit it, and you watched as he chewed on it while his eyes stared straight at you.
He slightly tilted his head, chin jutted at you, and his eyes sharply condescendingly looking into you.
And you felt challenged to look him back in the eyes.
He took the half-bitten strawberry and glided it over your lips, wetting it with the juice.
Hyunjin didn't waste time putting his lips on yours to taste them, gently licked the juice by swiping his tongue over your lips, then teasingly, bit your lower lip before letting it go.
You lowly gasped, a hand flew to the front of his t-shirt and fisted it in your hand.
Instead of pushing him, you pulled him closer, wanting more of that intoxicating kisses.
He kindly did, kissing you so hard, all teeth and tongue clashing in your mouth.
He ran his hands down your side and moved them to your chest to feel your breasts through the clothes. An idea flashed through his mind, he broke the kiss and tugged the hem of your blouse.
You shot him a puzzled look, but he answered it with a sly grin, pulled your blouse off, then tossed the piece of clothing away.
Hyunjin went to kiss your neck right away, and your eyes kept closing to feel his tongue faintly licking the thin skin, latched his mouth on it to make a mark.
All the while, one of his hands made its way to unclasp your bra, and once it opened, he roughly took it off of you.
You covered your chest with your hands, suddenly aware of how exposed you were, sitting on the kitchen counter half-naked.
He glared at you.
And you glared back at him.
He leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I want to taste if they're just as sweet," he seductively said.
"It's only fair if you take it off too," you whispered back.
He withdrew himself, a lopsided grin played on his face, and a hand reached for the back collar of his t-shirt, seamlessly taking it off in one move.
"It's fair, now," he put his hands on each side of you on the counter and leaned forward, his face only inches away from you.
You slowly put your hands down and put them on his chest, then trailed the outline of his abs, smooth and firm under your touch.
You leaned in to softly placed a light kiss on his neck and saw his eyes fluttering shut when you did that, gave you an idea to place a trail of light kisses down the column of his throat, then giggled when you caught a low moan escaping his mouth.
"You like that, baby?" You asked him.
He took a deep breath, "you drive me crazy,"
He crashed his lips with yours again and pulled you closer leaving no gap between you, your breasts squashed between your chests.
He kissed you so deep, forcing you to lean back on the counter, propped your hands behind you while you kept trying to keep up with his haste kisses.
But he dragged his mouth down your neck and chest, softly humming on your skin as he put a hand on your breast.
You like his hands so much, even better, his hands on you. His hand perfectly cupped your breast, his slender fingers played with the hardening bud, fingertips lightly circling it, making you squirm.
Hyunjin stood before you again, taking one more strawberry out of the bowl and feeding it to you.
"Take a bite!" He ordered.
You complied, taking a small bite of it and a drop of its juice dripping down your sternum, he voluntarily licking it clean for you.
Hyunjin put the half-eaten strawberry on your nipple and smeared the juice on it, and your goosebumps raised the whole time you were watching it because you already knew what would he do next.
He licked his plush, red lips, then put them on your glistening wet nipple.
Your mouth parted open, watching him collect the strawberry juice with his slick tongue, then took your breast into his mouth, softly sucking and nibbling on it.
"So sweet, baby, so so sweet," he murmured.
Once he had done, he ate the rest of the strawberry and took your other nipple, doing the same deed but this time, he tugged your nipple between his teeth with his tongue lightly tapping on it, making you continuously moan.
Hyunjin got so aroused looking at you completely enjoying it with your head tilted up, moaning his name out of pleasure.
He didn't need to look down to know that his cock got so hard that his jeans tightened around the crotch.
He lifted both of your knees, "keep these up," he told you.
You obeyed without questions, especially looking at how his eyes darted to your clothed cunt.
His hand flung to it, gently rubbed on it, and he could feel it damp with your arousal.
"I don't have to taste it to know it's sweet," he told you.
You stifled a nod, listening to his quick breathing with every stroke of his hand on your heating core.
"But you can always have a taste if you want," your voice low and sultry.
He smiled at you despite the tension thickening in the room.
"Maybe I should get a taste," he put your underwear to the side and exposed your drenched core to him.
His eyes widened, tempted, enticed yet his hand reached out for another strawberry in the bowl and took one.
What he did next was beyond your wildest fantasy, he ran the strawberry down your slit to smear your essence on it. He purposely circled your clit with it while watching your reactions.
Without any hesitancy, he shoved the strawberry into your mouth and licked his fingers after.
That was the most bizarre thing a guy ever did to you but at the same time, arousing you on a whole new level.
"So..." he dragged his word, "sweet," he enunciated the word so slowly to emphasize how much he enjoyed it.
He collected the juice leaking out of the corner of his mouth, then shoved it back into his mouth.
He leaned forward again, grazing the tip of his nose on your cheek, "Now that I got the taste of it, I want the whole of it," he said to you.
You spread your legs for him, "What's stopping you?"
And he triumphantly smiled.
You helped him work open his jeans, unzipped his fly in excitement, and he pulled it enough to let his cock out of its confine.
His cock was tumescent, red like all the blood rushed to it, erected with so much desire.
Even his long slender fingers couldn't contain his hard-on anymore, he wanted you so bad, and it shows.
You touched the tip of his cock with a bead of pearly white of his precum leaking out of it, you smeared it all over his length with your thumb, and once you finished, licked your thumb clean.
"You know how to make me want more," he cooed.
You smiled at his compliment, faintly biting your lower lip in anticipation as he teased your entrance with his cock.
You kept your legs by holding them up with your hands, looking down at how he ran his cock up and down, around your cunt until he couldn't take it anymore, finally pushing his length in so slowly.
So slowly to feel every inch of your velvety walls welcoming him, engulfing his length in unadulterated pleasure that he couldn't get anywhere, with anyone else but you.
He stopped midway, withdrew just enough, then pushed inside again until he fully bottomed out inside you, making you both letting out satisfied groans.
He put your legs around his waist and drew you closer, leaving no gap between your bodies.
He kept groaning into your ear, whispering praises as he began moving, thrusting into you.
"I got the ripest, juiciest strawberry here," he teased you, his words dancing around in your head as if he wasn't fucking you dumb at that moment.
One hand gripped your thigh so hard you were sure his nails would leave crescent marks while the other, resting on the arch of your back to keep you close to him, making sure you took each of his hard thrusts well.
You put your hands around his neck as he quickened the pace, holding on to him as you struggled to keep up with him with moans spilling out of your mouth.
"Baby, you feel so good," he softly spoke, in contrast to the rough, restless pounding he was doing to you.
You couldn't form a coherent sentence to answer him, you kissed him instead, slobbering wet kisses on his mouth as you broke into a sob, climaxing right at that moment.
Your body shook against him, yet it didn't stop him from keep going, fucking you hard and keeping you steady on the counter, eyes switching between watching your face and his cock slipping in and out of you.
It was your turn to rile him up, leaning back on the counter to touch yourself, pinching your nipples, kneading on your breasts, and calling out his names out of lust.
"You're going to cum inside me, right, baby?" You asked him, batting your eyelash at him.
His eyes screwed shut, and he used the remaining strength inside him to thrust you even harder sending you jolted on the counter, you cried out in pleasure.
He stifled a few hard thrusts to finally cum inside you, keeping it inside to fill you with his cum with a hand rubbing your thigh.
He pulled out when he deemed he had milked every drop of his cum inside you. His eyes lingered on your cunt, and a few seconds later, his milky white cum leaked out of you.
The view always satisfied him in an inexplicably way.
"I want to taste you too," you said out of the blue.
Hyunjin watched as you took a strawberry from the bowl and dabbed it with his cum, without hesitation shoved it whole into your mouth.
Hyunjin believed his cock just twitched by the lewd scene that he, himself, never dared to dream of.
He muttered curses under his breath, eyes couldn't look away at how you chewed on the fruit mixed with his cum.
He pulled you by your neck, kissing you, prying open your mouth with his tongue to taste you, the strawberry, his cum, your cum, and everything in between.
Everything mixed into one wild concoction like no other.
It was sweet through and through.
He let go, lips lingering on yours with a string of saliva connected in between, "baby,"
"Yes,"
"Baby," he breathlessly called you again.
You cupped his face, "yes, baby?"
"You taste so sweet. I think once is not enough," he said.
You softly laughed and looked at him through your lashes, “What's stopping you?"
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DOUBLE TAKE.
I.N x reader x Bangchan. (s)
Author's note: I'm not stealing anyone's work, this is me reposting my own work from @seospicy
You weren’t expecting Chan to open the door, he was dressed in sweatpants with the sleeveless top on, barefaced with his hair in its natural curls. You opened your mouth to speak, but he was fast to catch up on you, “Come in, Jeongin has been waiting for you!” He said to you, stepping aside to let you into their dorm. You already knew that the other members were taking their days off to go home to their families but apparently not Chan. “You knew your way around here,” he said, knowing that you were no stranger in their dorm. “Thank you, Chris,” you muttered to him, left him to whatever he was doing but probably going back to sleep, and walked to Jeongin’s bedroom. The blinds were shut, shielding his room from the afternoon sun, yet you could make out the shape of him lying facedown on his bed. You climbed onto the bed and didn’t hesitate to snuggle beside him. He stirred in his sleep, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. “Is that you, baby?” He mumbled, voice groggy from sleep. “Yes,” you replied. He propped his elbow on the mattress, “Am I dreaming?” He asked foxy eyes squinted at you. You shook your head. “Are you real?” He asked again, a smug grin dancing on his face. You shook your head again, held in your laughs. “Funny,” he said, shifting his body and now hovering above you. You held your breath in anticipation, sighing when he finally crashed his mouth on yours. “I miss you so much,” he said to you and crashed his mouth onto yours again, trapping you in an endless, titillating kiss. Things escalated real quick, his hands impatiently roaming around your body and getting more rushed as pieces of clothing were taken off of you. “I almost forgot how soft you are,” he muttered, dragging the tip of his nose along your sternum. Using both of his hands, he pushed your breasts to the middle that gave him easy access to switch between or suck them both at once with his greedy mouth. You hummed in pleasure, feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple. Jeongin didn’t miss out on tugging your hardened buds between his teeth and gently pulled away. He smiled a victorious smile when he heard you yelped with your hand pulling at his hair. “I’m going to take my time with you,” he warned you as he got off the bed, pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxer. He noticed that you got your eyes on his long, veiny cock, “You missed it?” He teased. You shamelessly nodded. Truthfully, you’ve been waiting to have his cock buried deep inside you again. Your fingers were the only thing that helped you through the absence of it, even though it’s nothing close to how it feels when he’s inside you. “I think I can help you with that,” he said, climbed onto the bed, and crawled over you.
You were sure that there were no inches of your skin left in which his hands left untouched. Jeongin really lived up to his words, took his time to savor you. By the time his mouth landed on your core, it was pooling with arousal. He didn’t shy away to slurp on it, sucking on it, tongue flicking and licking on your aching cunt. Your back arched at the constant motions of his tongue, let him have his way because you knew he would let you have your release this time. He pushed in two fingers into you, “There’s nothing like it,” he muttered, sounding like he was talking to himself. He pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, foxy eyes observing your reaction, “I might forget how soft you are, but I will never forget how to hit that sweet spot of yours,” he told you breathlessly as he curled his fingers inside and automatically found your g spot. Your moans bounced around the dimly lit room. Jeongin kept hitting the spot until you finally cum. He was pressing kisses on your pelvic bone when the door abruptly opened, “Hey, I thought about ordering dinner, and I-” Chan’s eyes landed on you with Jeongin laying with his head between your legs. Silence hung in the air, all three of you took a moment to finally register what was happening. Chan finally broke the silence by clearing his throat, and you immediately threw your hands over your chest. Meanwhile, Jeongin wiped his chin and lifted his head off of you. “I-, uh…” Chan scratched the back of his neck, looked nonplussed and in utter confusion. “Hyung, you can turn and leave or stay and watch. Either way, please close the door,” Jeongin said as if he didn’t just invite him over to watch you two fucking. Chan’s eyes darted to you, and Jeongin seemed to get the signal. “Are you okay with it?” Jeongin asked you. It was really too late to feel embarrassed now, and it was not like he didn’t know you had been fooling around with Jeongin in his room, plus there was no loss in letting him watch too. You gave a nod of approval. Jeongin’s gaze shifted back to Chan. Chan’s hand was holding the doorknob the whole time, looking down while considering his options, You watched as he slowly swung the door closed behind him, “I’ll stay,” he informed. Jeongin nodded at his decision, “okay,” he said with a shrug. Chan dragged the office chair that was pushed to the desk and sat on it, swiveled in his seat to face you on the bed. Jeongin crawled over to you, removed your hands from your chest, and put them around his neck. He caressed your cheeks before sinking his mouth on yours, his kisses turned into hasty ones the moment his body slithered on top of you. You were so immersed that you forgot you were being watched. Jeongin was placing slobbering kisses on your neck when you caught Chan from your peripheral vision with his hand palming his growing bulge against his sweatpants. You never knew it until now that another pair of eyes would make you even more aroused. Jeongin dragged his wet mouth along your torso before kneeling between your legs. He let out a heavy sigh staring at your swollen, flushed cunt. Chan swiveled his chair slightly to the side to get a better view of your dripping hole, he swallowed hard, “fuck, she’s so little,” he must have thought I did not hear that. Jeongin’s head snapped at him, “watch her taking me so well, Hyung,” he said, eyes diverted back on you, with a sly smile on him. “Baby, can you pull up your legs for me?” He sweetly asked you. You complied, pulling up your legs until your knees squashed your breasts and holding it up with your hands. Jeongin wanted to make a clear view of him going inside you for Chan to see. “You listen to me really well,” He praised you, rubbing the back of your thigh with his big hand. He then ran the tip of his cock down your slit as if your cunt wasn’t aching enough for him, he took a shaky breath and began pushing his length inside you. He slowly eased himself into you, eyes focused on the way you took him little by little. Chan whimpered, couldn’t take his eyes off of you as if mesmerized by how your little cunt can take him so
well. You noticed that he had taken his cock out of his sweatpants, firm and flushed in his hand. Jeongin groaned when he finally buried deep inside you, “I forgot how tight you are,” he let out another raw groan, feeling your walls sucking him in. He stayed still for a while to compose himself, letting out low breaths. Jeongin felt unbothered by Chan, whose hand began slowly pumping up and down his length, muffling his own moans by biting his lower lip. Jeongin looked down on you as he rolled his hips against you to make you feel his whole length inside you, “so good, Jeongin,” you hummed in pleasure. He smirked, eyes hovering to Chan, making sure he heard your praise for him. Jeongin started thrusting into you, slow and steady. His low grunts mixed with Chan’s panting filling the room, few curses spilling out of their mouths. Your breasts bounced as Jeongin pounded harder and harder into you, you felt that familiar feeling burning up inside you, ready to burst. “Oh, you keep clenching around me,” Jeongin hissed between his grunts but didn’t slow his pace, “Cum for me,” he ordered, hips endlessly pistoning out of you, sending you closer to your sweet release. Your body was trembling, getting so close to your climax. Jeongin added more strength to his thrusts, and it hit you right on the spot, you came undone in a matter of seconds. You let out a loud gasp, eyes screwed shut with your arching back as Jeongin rides you out to chase his high. You were floating in sensuous delight that the next thing you knew, Jeongin collapsed on top of you, panting on your chest. You turned your head to the side to see Chan slumped on the chair with his head tilted back, his cum dripping down from his tip onto his sweatpants, smeared all over his hand. Jeongin got up with a sigh as he pulled out of you, watched as his seed leaked out of your cunt. “I cum a lot,” he muttered, softly rubbing the inside of your thigh. He fell back down on the mattress beside you, pulling you closer by your waist for cuddles. “I can’t believe I missed this for months,” he whispered into your ears, pressing a kiss on your temple. “Hyung, are you good?” He asked, without looking at Chan, who was busy wiping the mess on his sweatpants with tissues. He hummed in response. “He’s been so stressed out lately,” Jeongin said to your ear, his hand lazily caressing your stomach. Chan pulled some more tissues from the box and wiped his semi-hard cock down with it, you must admit that his size intrigued you. You squirmed a little by just imagining it inside you. “Maybe I can help him,” you blurted out. The idea just came out of nowhere that it surprised you as well. Jeongin retracted his mouth from your neck and shifted beside you, “you mean you want to…?” “Only with your permission,” you quickly added, didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. You gently scratched his hair as he looked down on your face. “Hyung, my girlfriend wanted to help you,” he called out to him. Chan was dumbfounded at Jeongin’s remark, “Huh?” “My girlfriend wanted to give you a ride,” he tried again. You looked at Chan, who was still trying to catch up on the meaning of Jeongin’s offer, thinking if it was some sort of test. When he finally understood, his eyes shifted at me, “I have his permission, Chris,” you told him. Chan got quiet, so many thoughts running through his head at once, but the offer was too good to pass. “Okay,” Chan finally decided, “alright, yes, let’s do it,” but he sounded so nervous. Chan got rid of all of his clothes, making a pile on the floor then got on the bed. He lay beside you while Jeongin spooned you from behind. You were surprised to find him so calm despite looking so taken aback a few minutes ago. You inched closer to him, overlapping his body with yours. His hand snaked around your neck as you placed a kiss on his mouth, his lips felt so soft and warm. Chan brought your face closer to his so he could pull you into another kiss, all the while Jeongin placed slobbering kisses on your bare shoulder with his hand cupping your breast. Your hand moved down to his cock,
wrapped your hand around his length. You hummed into his mouth at the hardening cock in your palm as you kissed. Chan was a slow kisser, he took his time to savor your mouth, the kind that made you forget to catch a breath. Jeongin fingered you as you were busy pumping your hand up and down Chan’s length, fresh arousal oozing out of yours. You guessed that both of you were ready for each other, you slowly sat up on the bed, retracted yourself off Chan. He sighed, groaning at the absence of your mouth on his. You kneeled with Chan under you, and Jeongin soon got up from the bed to get behind you. You looked down on Chan’s toned upper body, tracing your fingers on his abs, in awe at how firm and finely toned it was. Chan’s hands reach up to your hips, putting on a gentle grip on each side of your hips. His dark eyes didn’t leave yours even for a second. Jeongin came up behind you, snaking his arm around your waist, “hold on to me,” he offered, you put your hand on him as your other hand positioned Chan’s cock at your entrance. With Jeongin’s help, you slowly slid down Chan’s length. The sensation of being stretched by his cock wasn’t that different from Jeongin’s, but the way he intensely watched to where his cock slowly disappeared into you got you to feel some type of way. You let out a gasp the moment you took him whole, “Look at you, taking Chan Hyung so well,” Jeongin cooed into your ear, “such a good girl,” he praised you with both arms wrapping around your naked body in a tight embrace. “Hyung, how is it?” Jeongin then asked Chan, who was too overwhelmed by the whole thing. He let out a long sigh, “she feels so fucking good,” he muttered with eyes screwed shut. You felt so aroused by their conversation, talking about you as if you were there listening to them. Jeongin kissed your neck, “that’s my baby,” he said against your neck, also as a reminder of who you really belong to. You started moving, rolling your hips a few times to feel his whole length inside you. Chan groaned, loving the way your walls sucked him in deeper inside you. Jeongin began kneading on your breasts, giving you extra stimulation. You let your head thrown to the back and rested on Jeongin’s shoulder. Jeongin took advantage of your exposed neck, nipping and sucking on your neck as his hands endlessly kneaded on your breasts. You focused on keeping a steady pace. Once in a while, your eyes glanced down at Chan whose eyes were enjoying the provoking scene playing in front of him. The room was so quiet except for the skin-slapping sound of you and Chan fucking, the low groans that spilled out of his mouth, and Jeongin’s wet mouth as he sucked on your tender flesh. Jeongin’s hand moved down to circling on your clit, applying gentle pressures on your bundle of nerves, you moaned at how much stimulation you received at once. You picked up the pace, and Chan started bucking his hips at you, you cried out at how he managed to hit the right spots whenever he did that. Chan couldn’t contain his pleasures, his grunts intensified and echoed around the room as you kept clenching around him. Your body slowly turned against you, you began to feel the exhaustion from the time-consumed foreplay Jeongin did on you and got too greedy when you offered to ride Chan, you slowed down as your senses began to slip away by the second. He sensed that you were drained from earlier, he gripped your hips and guided your movements, he voluntarily bucking his hips at you. “I’m so close, I’m so close,” Chan repeatedly said as a way to let you know you only need to endure it for a little bit more. You weakly nodded at him, clenching and quickening the pace with the remaining strength you had. Chan didn’t hold his loud groans as his high closed in, he jutted his hips harder into you, a few more times of that until he finally reached his climax. He let out a long satisfied groan as you kept moving on him, riding out his high all the while Jeongin’s hands clutching your body as it grew limp against him, completely drained with exhaustion. He placed kisses on every skin available
for him, “you did so well, baby,” for each kiss he planted on you. Jeongin slowly lifted your body, hoisted you against his chest while Chan helped by lifting your legs off of him. He hissed when you pulled out of him too fast, cum dripping out of your cunt. Jeongin lay you down on the bed next to Chan and settled himself beside you. He went on peppering your neck and face with wet kisses, “my baby,” he cooed once in a while. “I’m going to get the bath ready for you,” he said to you, placing a quick peck on your lips, then left for the bathroom. Chan closing in on you, nuzzled his head in your neck, “Hey, thank you,” he muttered. You smiled with your eyes closed cause you couldn’t keep them open. “That wasn’t my best, Chris,” you told him, feeling sorry for him. “What are you talking about?” He caught a strand of hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead, “You did so well,” then planted a kiss behind your ear. You hummed, too fucked out to form a coherent answer. “I never felt this good, so thank you,” he whispered before pressing another kiss on your temple. Jeongin came back a few minutes later, he crawled over to you, “Let’s get you to bath,” he told you, Chan slowly got up, “I can carry her to bath,” he offered. “It’s okay Hyung, I can do it,” he kindly rejected his offer. He then placed his arms under you, and with one swift move, lifted you off the bed. He carried you to the bathroom, gently setting you down into the tub filled with warm water, sighed at how pleasant it was. “Thank you, baby,” you muttered to him, feeling your body relaxed as the warm water enveloped you. He smiled, knowing that his decision to run you a bath was a great idea. Jeongin soon joined you in the tub, settled himself behind you, leaning with his back against the tub. He then pulled you to rest your back on his chest, putting his hand around your waist under the water. You turned your head to the side to capture him in a kiss, a long, lingering kiss to convey your gratitude toward him. He was more than eager to wrap his mouth around your lips in a captivating kiss. “Have I told you how much I miss you?” He asked the second he pulled away. You licked your lips, “You can tell me again if you wanted to,” you told him. He softly laughed at you, hands reaching yours to intertwine it and folded them together on your chest. “Chan Hyung,” he suddenly called out, “Yeah,” a voice replied from the next room. “I want burgers for dinner,” he yelled, making sure Chan heard his request. “Alright,” he yelled back. Your body shook with laughter at how odd the whole situation was, making ripples on the tub water. “Funny, huh?” Jeongin snickered, pressing his head on yours. You tipped your head all the way back so he could plant an upside-down kiss on you.
101.
Lee Know x reader. (s,f)
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“Oh, honey, you come right on time,” Minho exclaimed the second he spotted you coming. You were surprised he brought Han along to your place and did not mention it in his text message. “Hey,” Han beamed at you, he was sitting on the round seat across the sofa Minho sat on. You waved at him, “Hey,” you greeted back. “Come here,” Minho held out his hand at you, and you took it without a doubt. You were about to sit next to him on the sofa, but he pulled you onto his lap instead and didn’t waste time putting his hands around you for a tight hug. “Honey, Han just got a girlfriend,” he informed you, his chin pressed on your shoulder blade as he spoke. “Oh! Congrats, Han!” You told him. He shyly nodded and laughed at you, “it’s not a big deal, really,” he awkwardly replied. Minho hissed, “It’s a big deal because you never had a girlfriend before,” “Like never, ever?” You asked, slightly shocked at the revelation of his personal life. He shook his head, reclining on his seat. “It’s nothing to be shame about, Han,” you said, trying to console him. “And that is why I brought him here,” Minho told you, close enough that his lips grazing your ear, “I’m going to teach him how to give his girlfriend a proper ‘touch’,” he added. You turned your head at him, didn’t quite catch up on what he tried to say. He raised both eyebrows at you, and you shot Han a puzzled look and then looked back at Minho, “So?” “That’s why I need you,” Minho explained, “because I couldn’t give him an example on how to finger a girl on someone else but you,” You scoffed, “Am I some kind of sex dummy now?” He gave a flippant nod. You already got used to his brazen attitude and all these unexpected ideas he always seemed to be having in his head, but that was the reason why your relationship never lacked excitement. Well, it was better than if he did it on another girl than you, “okay, let’s see what kind of teacher you are!” You told him with a smirk. Minho pressed a quick peck on the lips, “I know you would always be supportive of me,” he said to you. “Okay, now class began!” He announced, and Han snapped his head in your direction, “now pay close attention!” He commanded. “Han, please don’t mind me. I’m just a mere sex dummy,” you added. “That’s right,” Minho added, “Honey is so clever,” he praised you, placing another kiss that was meant on your lips but landed on the corner of your mouth instead. “Okay now, the first thing you have to do when you meet your girlfriend asks about her day,” Minho delivered his instructions in a rather serious manner, “you can’t just dive into action cause you have to find out what kind of mood she’s in that very moment,” Minho gave an example of his first instructions, “Honey, how is your day?” “Good, just a bit tired,” you earnestly replied. “How many times have you thought of me naked today?” He asked in such coy. You chuckled at the unexpected question, “three times so far,” you jokingly answered. “And it’s only 7 pm,” he said, shaking his head, “my poor honey,” he cooed. Han quietly chuckled across from you. “That means she’s pretty needy for me, and that’s good,” he told Han. “But Hyung, I can’t just ask my girlfriend that kind of lewd question out of the blue,” Han said, half-laughing. “Well, if you’re not in that level yet you can move on to the next tip,” he said, “you praise her!” You nodded along with Minho at Han. Minho didn’t shy away from giving you random compliments at random times, and it was either gave you good laughs or butterflies in your stomach and sometimes both. He gave another example, “Like today, my girlfriend wears such nice sweater, so I would tell her, 'honey, that’s a nice sweater!’,” he projected another one of his tips. Han was taking his instruction seriously this time. “Oh thanks,” you muttered to him. Minho squinted his eyes, “but it looks ugly on you,” he added and you jerked your head back in confusion, “I think it’s better if you take it off,” he finished his sentence. You laughed when you found out his true intention, “If you said it looks ugly on me then I have to take it off,” you
said, playing along with him. He helped you take off your sweater and carefully got it over your head and fixed your hair after. Han looked away the moment he noticed you were wearing no bra underneath and just a silk camisole. Minho clicked his tongue, “honey, as much as I love having easy access to your tits doesn’t mean I like it when everyone could see it,” he nagged you while his hands slowly made their way to cup your breasts against the thin fabric of your camisole, he hummed as his fingers slowly circling your hardening buds and for a moment, forgot he was in the middle of teaching a lesson. Han cleared his throat, and that was enough to get Minho’s attention back. “Second tip: praises!” Minho reminded, with hands endlessly touching and pinching your breasts against the fabric. “Move on to the third,” he stopped fondling your breasts to continue speaking, “Find her sensitive spots!” Minho gathered your hair into his hand and flipped it to one side of your shoulder, “my honey sensitive spot is here,” he pointed to that sweet spot on the back of your ear, you let out a low gasp when he placed a tender kiss. He didn’t waste time to move on to the next spot, “both of her nipples are sensitive,” Minho told Han in such casual manner like he wasn’t pulling your camisole down right now sending your breast spilling out, “but her left one is the most sensitive one,” he further explained, he licked two fingers then rubbed it on your nipple. You gasped at his slick saliva mixed with the roughness of his finger pads circling your nipples, once in a while pinching and rolling it between his fingers. He looked at your slacked open jaws as low moans escaped your mouth, “I know you like that, honey,” he murmured, “but you also have another sensitive spot,” he moved his hand to your thigh and went under the back of your knee, “this,” he softly rubbed the skin behind your knee, he smirked because he knew he was right. Minho knows your body just like the back of his hands, he knew every nook and crook of your body and its sensitive spots even without having you point it, in other words, he got you wrapped around his little finger. Minho turned his head back at Han, “so far, did you get what I teach you?” Han blinked a few times, looked so nonplussed as if he just got caught peeping in on you both, “yes,” he stuttered. “Okay, good, because we’re moving on to the main thing now,” he said with a sly grin, hands slipping under your skirt. He didn’t wait to land his hand on your sex right away, “already wet for me, huh?” He hummed at you. You turned your head to meet his and replied to him with a quick peck on the lips instead. His hands smoothly pulled down your underwear, and you lifted your hips to help him get rid of it. You watched as Han’s eyes followed your underwear slipped off of you. Minho pulled your skirt upward, “honey, spread your legs wider,” he ordered. You obeyed, spread your legs wider on his lap, and you looked at Han who swallowed hard the second he saw your glistening wet cunt. Minho noticed that Han couldn’t take his eyes off of your throbbing, blushing core, “you may look but you can’t have it,” he said to Han, “this sweet little cunt is mine,” he couldn’t sound more possessive when he said it. Han quickly looked away, “I know, Hyung,” He meekly replied. Minho hoisted you higher on his lap, one hand rubbing your inner thigh and the other began running his fingers down your slit, “I’m sure you know the clit right?” He asked Han, and with that, his fingers started circling on your clit, “start with circling on it,” he instructed, his eyes intently watching your reaction. Your hands held on his arms, gripping at his firm biceps. “If she started to enjoy it, you can add pressure on it,” Minho applied gentle pressure on your clit, “and you can add more pressure as you go,” but instead of doing that, he gently slapped your cunt causing you to jolt on his lap. You gripped his arms hard, your nails dug into his flesh, “honey,” you hissed. Minho unapologetically smiled at you, “I can’t help it,” he simply answered, “now
come, give me a kiss,” he demanded. You chuckled before leaning into the side and capturing his lips with yours while his hand was still busy stimulating your clit. “Sorry, she keeps distracting me,” Minho said to Han when he broke the kiss, while you giggled at his lame excuse. “Next, you can insert your finger,” he looked down over your shoulder as he inserted one finger into your hole, “you stretch her well before you add another finger,” he instructed again, he pulled out his finger then added another digit in next. You hummed in pleasure as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, setting up a steady pace. “You can use your other hand to play with her clit,” Minho used his free hand to rub your clit in a circular motion. You moaned at the overwhelming pleasures you were feeling at once, your hands clawing on his arms. “You curled your fingers inside her,” Minho instructed again but he was focusing on you, “and try hitting that spot,” his voice went shaky as you trembled on his lap. Minho curled his fingers and easily hit your spot, sending your head lolling on his shoulder, moaning out loud. He groaned, “I like it when she makes pretty noises like that,” he breathlessly said. At this point, you didn’t even care that there was an extra pair of eyes watching you getting fingered, you shamelessly grinding on his fingers. “You’re getting close, honey,” he whispered to you as he quickened the pace with all his might, “cum for me,” he placed hasty kisses on your bare shoulder. You looked down at his fingers knuckle deep inside you, pumping and constantly hitting your spot that eventually took you to your sweet, sweet release. You accidentally shut your legs together with his hand still on your dripping cunt, “was it that good?” He asked you, drawing his hand back from you. You shyly nodded. Minho swiped your lips with his fingers coated with your arousal, and without his command; you ran your tongue around your lips to taste yourself. Minho watched with his jaws slacked open, then brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked on it. “I think that’s enough for today’s lesson!” Minho said to Han, who was so immersed in watching the two of you getting it on before his eyes. Han cleared his throat and kept avoiding your eyes, “Thank you, Hyung, I’ll make sure to put your lesson to a good use,” he added, awkwardly shifting on his seat. You turned your head to talk to Minho, “That was a good lesson, Mr. Lee,” you praised him. He was taken aback, by the way, your address him in a new name, “What did you call me?” “Mr. Lee,” you softly smiled when you called him that. “Fuck, I think my cock just twitched when you called me that,” he gripped the back of your neck and crashed his lips on you, kissing you hungrily until there was no air left in your lungs. “Han, unless you want to watch me fucking her, you may go now,” Minho said, hands holding your body in a tight embrace. Han looked at you both blank-eyed, when the words finally sank in, he got up from his seat, “no, I’ll leave you guys to it, I’ll,” he paused to gather his things from the table, “I’ll leave, bye,” he couldn’t leave the room quicker than that. Minho got you off of his lap and pushed you, laying you down on the sofa. He lowered himself on top of you, burying his head in your neck and chest, peppering kisses on every inch of skin available for him. He shortly withdrew himself for you, kneeling between your legs. “So, what’s the next lesson, Mr. Lee?” You jokingly asked him. He looked down at you with eyes dark and wide full of lust, his hands reached for the button of his jeans and popped it open, “today’s lesson is how to fuck you good,” he said with a sly smirk plastered on his face. His words somehow sent a tingle inside, sending you squirming, “I can’t wait to learn a lot from you, Mr. Lee,” with your voice low and sultry. His breath hitched for every time you called him that, “call me that once again, and I might fuck you real,” he pressed his crotch on you to emphasize the word, “real good, honey,” he finished his words with a heavy sigh. But instead
of feeling scared, you felt a newfound excitement at the way he taunted you with his words, “Then I’ll be a good student, Mr. Lee,“ then proceeded to spread your legs wide open for him.
WHITE NOISE.
Quietly version.
Bangchan x reader x Jeongin. (s)
Author’s note: I hope you guys like it. The chaotic version will be out tomorrow :)
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PUSSY DRUNK (k.jw)
pairing . puppy hybrid!jungwoo x fem!reader
genre . smut
contents / warnings . dubcon, oral (receiving), rimming (receiving), (poorly prepped; don’t be dense and try this) anal, exhibitionism
notes . hbd to the best dink ever @neopuppy :3 august 2nd is neopuppy day i don’t make the rules but yes i do.
“We need to double back and get the ice cream later, Woo.” You gently place a hand over his larger one as he attempts to sneak a tub of ice cream into the cart.
“But what if you forget?” He whines, and you can’t help but smile at his bright brown eyes pleading with you, his ears twitching atop his head.
“I promise you, I won’t forget.” You assure him. “I just don’t want it to melt while we’re looking for other food, okay?”
“…That’s fair,” Jungwoo agrees begrudgingly, his ears drooping slightly nonetheless.
“Come on,” You hum, picking up the tub of ice cream and opening the freezer door to put it back. A rush of cold air hits you and you shiver slightly, the cold distracting you from the way Jungwoo’s frame goes stiff and his eyes focus in on you. Even when you turn back to him, you’re too preoccupied with rubbing your hands over your arms to warm yourself up to process that Jungwoo is staring dead at you with darkened eyes and his body standing at attention. “Jungwoo?” You call curiously, increasingly more confused when he doesn’t respond. Turning fully to face him, you cock your head to the side. “Woo?” After no response yet again, you chuckle fondly and reach up to tug at his ear, a habit that’s grown on you in your time together. “Pup?” You sing-song, and his hand flies up to grasp your wrist just as your fingers trap the soft fur of his ear between the knuckles. His eyes close tightly, a tortured expression flashing across his face for a moment and alarm shoots through you before it’s gone and his face is neutral again.
“Sorry,” He mumbles, smiling at you, but worry settles even further down in your stomach when his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.
“You okay?” You ask softly, and he nods, wrapping his fingers around yours and bringing your locked hands to his mouth.
“I’m good,” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to each of your knuckles. “C’mon, let’s go get the other groceries.”
You’re inspecting the nutrition facts of two brands of veggie patties, trying to decide which is better, when another chill runs down your spine, the cold air from the refrigerated section seeping through your thin layers of clothing.
“God, it’s so cold in here.” You mumble to yourself, and feel warmth behind you as soon as you’ve finished the sentence, Jungwoo wrapping his arms around you and enveloping your frame in his larger one.
“I can warm you up,” He coos in your ear, and you smile fondly, leaning back into his embrace. You two stay there for a moment, enjoying each other’s presence, before you go to extract yourself from him and continue shopping. However, his arms wind tighter around your waist and he muffles a whine into your hair that has heat shooting down to spread between your legs.
“Woo?” You call cautiously, and he nudges his nose past your hair to press kisses to your neck, smiling against your skin when you tilt your head away from him slightly to allow him better access.
“Mm, yes?” He hums sweetly, nipping at your neck before lapping his tongue over the bite mark in lieu of an apology.
“What’s up?” You ask, wishing you could clap a hand to your forehead when your voice cracks from nerves.
“Nothing.” He sighs dreamily, pressing his hips against your backside and you gasp when you feel his length against your ass.
“It doesn’t feel like nothing,” You mutter, pushing back with your hips and he laughs, shrugging from behind you.
“You smell good,” He mumbles against your skin in a soft admission, and you smile even though he can’t really see it.
“Thank you, pup—”
“Like…really good.” His voice comes out lower, less innocent and far more mischievous, and a shudder runs down your spine. His fingers trail up your bare arm, tickling at the light goosebumps that erupt at his touch.
“Thanks, Woo—”
“Sweet,” He mumbles and you blink twice in surprise. “So sweet.”
“Jungwoo,” You warn him, and he whines against your ear, trailing little kisses down from your earlobe to your shoulder.
“Can I have a taste?” He whispers, “I need to taste.”
“Puppy…” You complain.
“Kitten,” He purrs, and your eyes widen in shock. Jungwoo’s only called you that name when he’s really feeling frisky, and the tone of his delivery tells you that he might be past the point of no return. “Just a little taste.” He coaxes, his hands dropping down to slip up your skirt, gripping your hips and pulling you back against him harder. His body is radiating heat like never before, and concern flashes through you briefly, prompting you to turn back and look at him.
“Jungwoo, you’re burning up—” You exclaim, alarmed, and he groans, his grip on you tightening as he whirls the two of you around and presses your front up against the aisle shelving. He tugs your hips back so your ass is poking out and looks both ways before dropping to his knees and sponging kisses up the backs of your thighs. “Puppy!” Your alarmed whisper is cut off by his poorly restrained growl of pleasure, his tongue dragging up from your thigh to your asscheek, his teeth sinking into the flesh and biting down harder when you squeal and try to wiggle away.
“Kitten,” He croons, easing your underwear down to your knees and you drop down to catch them in a panic. “Relax,” Jungwoo coos, and you scoff in amused disbelief, craning your head to look back at him.
“My underwear is down by my knees, I am face-to-face with Nature Valley Crunch bars in this very public grocery store aisle, and your head is up my skirt and you want me to relax?” You whisper incredulously, and Jungwoo snickers, showering your ass in little kisses that conveniently distract you from the feeling of your underwear dragging down your legs.
“Yes, I want you to relax,” Jungwoo insists, smoothing his hands over your asscheeks. “It always feels so good when I do it, right? You love when I eat you out.” Your cheeks blaze with heat and you swallow thickly, looking both ways before your body relaxes against the shelf. He chuckles against your upper thigh and takes the opportunity to spread your legs, pocketing your underwear when you step out of it.
He spreads your folds with his thumbs, a poorly restrained groan rippling from his chest, and dives in, his tongue licking hot, wet, and greedy stripes up your folds.
You shudder out a gasp at the unexpected sensation and he hums contentedly into your core, lapping at your arousal eagerly and pushing his face forward between your thighs with a deep breath in. Your nails scratching against the metal shelving, you whimper loudly, pushing your hips back towards him. His blunt nails dig into your cheeks as he dips his tongue down to tease at your clit, flicking at the small bud rapidly.
“Puppy,” You whine, and he growls, the sound low in his chest. “Feels so good.”
“You’re delicious,” He mumbles, his voice muffled against your core. The sensation of his voice vibrating against you makes your eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut at the pleasure. “So fucking good.” He adds before making an obscene slurping noise that has you whipping your head around in a panic, looking at your surroundings once more.
His tongue dips and dives, swirls and flicks around your core with expert ease, relentless as your knees quake. He slides his hands down to grip just above your knees, keeping you steady as he sucks at your folds. His tongue drags up your slit, hot and heavy, until he’s teasing the tip of his tongue against the rim of your asshole.
You slap a hand over your mouth to conceal the shriek of surprise that escapes you at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your entrance, and you reach back to swat at his head—being eaten out in the middle of your local grocery store is one thing, but his tongue swirling around your asshole makes you feel even more wrong—dirty, even. However, even as you push at his head, desire floods through your body and your resistance gets just a bit weaker.
“Puppy, you can’t go up there,” You whisper hurriedly, words slurring from pleasure, and Jungwoo grabs your hand and places it on his furry ear, a silent urge for you to tug it. When you oblige, he hums happily and licks at your rim even more fervently. “Woo, please, we’re in public, there’s a line—”
He pulls back from you and you crane your head back to see his smugly disbelieving expression, making you frown defensively.
“I already crossed one line by doing this,” He points out, his own voice slurring heavily as if he’s losing himself, leaning back in to suck your clit into his mouth. A raspy exhale escapes you and your body goes limp against the shelving unit, your cheek against the cold metal, as he mumbles around your clit, “I think crossing one more won’t hurt.”
“But—” You protest, and he licks back up to your puckered rim and flicks over it with his tongue, effectively silencing you.
“Let it happen,” He says. It’s not a request. Your next protest dies on your tongue from the sheer assertiveness in his voice, his stern tone taking you entirely by surprise. You barely get a chance to wonder what’s gotten into him before he presses his face between your asscheeks and drags his tongue up and down your folds, reaching up with one hand to push his thumb against your spit-slicked rim. He presses it in slightly, and you damn near screech in alarm, jolting away from him, but he tugs you back with your free hand and swats your ass in a warning not to move anymore. He pulls away from your core and after a moment you feel something wet and warm dripping down onto your rim, a low moan leaving your lips. “That’s it,” He urges, smearing his spit over your asshole before pushing his thumb inside of you up to the first knuckle. “So fucking good, love your pussy so much.”
The feeling of the sudden intrusion has a fresh wave of arousal gushing from your core, and he moans as he watches it drip down your folds before eagerly leaning back in to lap it up.
“That’s good, kitten,” He coos, sucking and licking loudly with no regard to the risk of people potentially walking by. “Gotta open you up.”
“Open me up—Puppy, wh—holy shit,” You gasp when he pushes more of his thumb inside, guiding it in and out slowly as he swirls his tongue around your clit. All thoughts of his earlier statement dissipate when he rolls his tongue against you and pushes his thumb in at the same time, your jaw dropping into a silent moan at the overwhelmingly heady sensation. “I’m gonna cum, fuck–”
“Cum for me.” His response comes immediately, his thumb speeding up and your head drops down onto your forearm as you succumb to the pleasure. “Please, kitten, want you to cum so bad.”
“I’m gonna–” You whine, and it takes another hard suck of Jungwoo’s lips around your clit before you’re coming undone in the middle of the granola aisle. As you’re slurring his name in ecstasy, he gradually removes his mouth from you and brings himself to a standing position. When your head lolls back onto his chest, he and hikes your skirt up just a bit higher, setting off alarm bells in your head. “Woo, what are you up to?”
“Need to fuck you,” He grunts, rustling coming from behind you before something warm and blunt presses against your rim.
“No fucking way,” You breathe out, pushing off the shelf and moving to turn around. Before you get the chance to face him, Jungwoo grabs you and turns you back around, pressing hard between your shoulder blades to flatten your torso against the shelf. “Jungwoo–”
“Need to fuck you.” He growls against your ear, his chest pressing your back down as the head of his cock presses against your ass. His hand covers your mouth as he leans back and spits loudly onto his length, no doubt coating himself in his saliva. He rubs the head of his cock up and down your folds, collecting your slick before moving back up to your asshole and pushing in slowly. The stretch is almost unbearable, his girth almost too much to handle as he eases himself into you inch by inch. A ragged sob escapes you, sending you standing upright as he bottoms out and you can feel him throbbing inside of you, your hole flexing around his cock.
“You’re so good, kitten,” He grunts, pulling out slightly, and you hiss in an overwhelmed sort of pleasure at the feeling, the sensations gradually shifting from discomfort to pleasure, and he pulls out, thrusting back into you with poorly restrained excitement. “So fucking good—and all mine—my pretty kitten–”
“Puppy,” You whimper, and he growls low in his chest, his pace picking up. “Feels so good,” You cry, and he chuckles under his breath, nosing past your hair to kiss your cheek.
“Knew you’d like it,” He hums smugly, and you don’t even have it in you to protest, your body going limp as he drives himself into you. “Kitten feels so good around my cock—takes me so fucking well—fucking love your ass.” He’s essentially babbling at this point, slurring his words almost beyond recognition, but every word you do understand only helps to build your arousal.
You can feel an orgasm building inside of you and you bring a hand to your clit, rubbing it in quick, desperate circles as moans bubble out of you freely.
“Gonna cum, pup–” You warn him, and he grunts in acknowledgement, too lost in the feeling of your walls wrapped around him to utter anything else.
“With me,” He pants, his hips stuttering. “Cum with me,” He insists, and you exhale his name loudly as your peak hits. “So good—love you so much.” He coos, and you can’t help but smile, cheeks warming at his affection.
“Love you, Woo,” You whine, reaching a hand back to rub his hand on your hip, and he cums almost instantly, a violent shudder rippling through his body as he drops his head forward onto your back. You two stay there for a moment, catching your breath before he pulls out of you and tucks himself back into his pants, flipping your skirt back down and patting your ass lovingly. “You wanna tell me what came over you just now?”
“…Think I’m in pre-rut,” He mumbles, the shyer demeanor returning to him as he looks down with a shy smile and rubs the back of his neck.
“Well then, we should get home to handle that.” You reply, concerned, and he looks up with a hopeful, excited smile.
“Let’s go!” He pulls your hand and pushes the cart towards the checkout aisles, whining when you stop in your tracks, digging your heels into the floor.
“Jungwoo.”
“Hm?”
“Your ice cream?”
“Oh, yeah!”
PUSSY DRUNK (k.jw)
pairing . puppy hybrid!jungwoo x fem!reader
genre . smut
contents / warnings . dubcon, oral (receiving), rimming (receiving), (poorly prepped; don’t be dense and try this) anal, exhibitionism
notes . hbd to the best dink ever @neopuppy :3 august 2nd is neopuppy day i don’t make the rules but yes i do.
“We need to double back and get the ice cream later, Woo.” You gently place a hand over his larger one as he attempts to sneak a tub of ice cream into the cart.
“But what if you forget?” He whines, and you can’t help but smile at his bright brown eyes pleading with you, his ears twitching atop his head.
“I promise you, I won’t forget.” You assure him. “I just don’t want it to melt while we’re looking for other food, okay?”
“…That’s fair,” Jungwoo agrees begrudgingly, his ears drooping slightly nonetheless.
“Come on,” You hum, picking up the tub of ice cream and opening the freezer door to put it back. A rush of cold air hits you and you shiver slightly, the cold distracting you from the way Jungwoo’s frame goes stiff and his eyes focus in on you. Even when you turn back to him, you’re too preoccupied with rubbing your hands over your arms to warm yourself up to process that Jungwoo is staring dead at you with darkened eyes and his body standing at attention. “Jungwoo?” You call curiously, increasingly more confused when he doesn’t respond. Turning fully to face him, you cock your head to the side. “Woo?” After no response yet again, you chuckle fondly and reach up to tug at his ear, a habit that’s grown on you in your time together. “Pup?” You sing-song, and his hand flies up to grasp your wrist just as your fingers trap the soft fur of his ear between the knuckles. His eyes close tightly, a tortured expression flashing across his face for a moment and alarm shoots through you before it’s gone and his face is neutral again.
“Sorry,” He mumbles, smiling at you, but worry settles even further down in your stomach when his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.
“You okay?” You ask softly, and he nods, wrapping his fingers around yours and bringing your locked hands to his mouth.
“I’m good,” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to each of your knuckles. “C’mon, let’s go get the other groceries.”
You’re inspecting the nutrition facts of two brands of veggie patties, trying to decide which is better, when another chill runs down your spine, the cold air from the refrigerated section seeping through your thin layers of clothing.
“God, it’s so cold in here.” You mumble to yourself, and feel warmth behind you as soon as you’ve finished the sentence, Jungwoo wrapping his arms around you and enveloping your frame in his larger one.
“I can warm you up,” He coos in your ear, and you smile fondly, leaning back into his embrace. You two stay there for a moment, enjoying each other’s presence, before you go to extract yourself from him and continue shopping. However, his arms wind tighter around your waist and he muffles a whine into your hair that has heat shooting down to spread between your legs.
“Woo?” You call cautiously, and he nudges his nose past your hair to press kisses to your neck, smiling against your skin when you tilt your head away from him slightly to allow him better access.
“Mm, yes?” He hums sweetly, nipping at your neck before lapping his tongue over the bite mark in lieu of an apology.
“What’s up?” You ask, wishing you could clap a hand to your forehead when your voice cracks from nerves.
“Nothing.” He sighs dreamily, pressing his hips against your backside and you gasp when you feel his length against your ass.
“It doesn’t feel like nothing,” You mutter, pushing back with your hips and he laughs, shrugging from behind you.
“You smell good,” He mumbles against your skin in a soft admission, and you smile even though he can’t really see it.
“Thank you, pup—”
“Like…really good.” His voice comes out lower, less innocent and far more mischievous, and a shudder runs down your spine. His fingers trail up your bare arm, tickling at the light goosebumps that erupt at his touch.
“Thanks, Woo—”
“Sweet,” He mumbles and you blink twice in surprise. “So sweet.”
“Jungwoo,” You warn him, and he whines against your ear, trailing little kisses down from your earlobe to your shoulder.
“Can I have a taste?” He whispers, “I need to taste.”
“Puppy…” You complain.
“Kitten,” He purrs, and your eyes widen in shock. Jungwoo’s only called you that name when he’s really feeling frisky, and the tone of his delivery tells you that he might be past the point of no return. “Just a little taste.” He coaxes, his hands dropping down to slip up your skirt, gripping your hips and pulling you back against him harder. His body is radiating heat like never before, and concern flashes through you briefly, prompting you to turn back and look at him.
“Jungwoo, you’re burning up—” You exclaim, alarmed, and he groans, his grip on you tightening as he whirls the two of you around and presses your front up against the aisle shelving. He tugs your hips back so your ass is poking out and looks both ways before dropping to his knees and sponging kisses up the backs of your thighs. “Puppy!” Your alarmed whisper is cut off by his poorly restrained growl of pleasure, his tongue dragging up from your thigh to your asscheek, his teeth sinking into the flesh and biting down harder when you squeal and try to wiggle away.
“Kitten,” He croons, easing your underwear down to your knees and you drop down to catch them in a panic. “Relax,” Jungwoo coos, and you scoff in amused disbelief, craning your head to look back at him.
“My underwear is down by my knees, I am face-to-face with Nature Valley Crunch bars in this very public grocery store aisle, and your head is up my skirt and you want me to relax?” You whisper incredulously, and Jungwoo snickers, showering your ass in little kisses that conveniently distract you from the feeling of your underwear dragging down your legs.
“Yes, I want you to relax,” Jungwoo insists, smoothing his hands over your asscheeks. “It always feels so good when I do it, right? You love when I eat you out.” Your cheeks blaze with heat and you swallow thickly, looking both ways before your body relaxes against the shelf. He chuckles against your upper thigh and takes the opportunity to spread your legs, pocketing your underwear when you step out of it.
He spreads your folds with his thumbs, a poorly restrained groan rippling from his chest, and dives in, his tongue licking hot, wet, and greedy stripes up your folds.
You shudder out a gasp at the unexpected sensation and he hums contentedly into your core, lapping at your arousal eagerly and pushing his face forward between your thighs with a deep breath in. Your nails scratching against the metal shelving, you whimper loudly, pushing your hips back towards him. His blunt nails dig into your cheeks as he dips his tongue down to tease at your clit, flicking at the small bud rapidly.
“Puppy,” You whine, and he growls, the sound low in his chest. “Feels so good.”
“You’re delicious,” He mumbles, his voice muffled against your core. The sensation of his voice vibrating against you makes your eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut at the pleasure. “So fucking good.” He adds before making an obscene slurping noise that has you whipping your head around in a panic, looking at your surroundings once more.
His tongue dips and dives, swirls and flicks around your core with expert ease, relentless as your knees quake. He slides his hands down to grip just above your knees, keeping you steady as he sucks at your folds. His tongue drags up your slit, hot and heavy, until he’s teasing the tip of his tongue against the rim of your asshole.
You slap a hand over your mouth to conceal the shriek of surprise that escapes you at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your entrance, and you reach back to swat at his head—being eaten out in the middle of your local grocery store is one thing, but his tongue swirling around your asshole makes you feel even more wrong—dirty, even. However, even as you push at his head, desire floods through your body and your resistance gets just a bit weaker.
“Puppy, you can’t go up there,” You whisper hurriedly, words slurring from pleasure, and Jungwoo grabs your hand and places it on his furry ear, a silent urge for you to tug it. When you oblige, he hums happily and licks at your rim even more fervently. “Woo, please, we’re in public, there’s a line—”
He pulls back from you and you crane your head back to see his smugly disbelieving expression, making you frown defensively.
“I already crossed one line by doing this,” He points out, his own voice slurring heavily as if he’s losing himself, leaning back in to suck your clit into his mouth. A raspy exhale escapes you and your body goes limp against the shelving unit, your cheek against the cold metal, as he mumbles around your clit, “I think crossing one more won’t hurt.”
“But—” You protest, and he licks back up to your puckered rim and flicks over it with his tongue, effectively silencing you.
“Let it happen,” He says. It’s not a request. Your next protest dies on your tongue from the sheer assertiveness in his voice, his stern tone taking you entirely by surprise. You barely get a chance to wonder what’s gotten into him before he presses his face between your asscheeks and drags his tongue up and down your folds, reaching up with one hand to push his thumb against your spit-slicked rim. He presses it in slightly, and you damn near screech in alarm, jolting away from him, but he tugs you back with your free hand and swats your ass in a warning not to move anymore. He pulls away from your core and after a moment you feel something wet and warm dripping down onto your rim, a low moan leaving your lips. “That’s it,” He urges, smearing his spit over your asshole before pushing his thumb inside of you up to the first knuckle. “So fucking good, love your pussy so much.”
The feeling of the sudden intrusion has a fresh wave of arousal gushing from your core, and he moans as he watches it drip down your folds before eagerly leaning back in to lap it up.
“That’s good, kitten,” He coos, sucking and licking loudly with no regard to the risk of people potentially walking by. “Gotta open you up.”
“Open me up—Puppy, wh—holy shit,” You gasp when he pushes more of his thumb inside, guiding it in and out slowly as he swirls his tongue around your clit. All thoughts of his earlier statement dissipate when he rolls his tongue against you and pushes his thumb in at the same time, your jaw dropping into a silent moan at the overwhelmingly heady sensation. “I’m gonna cum, fuck–”
“Cum for me.” His response comes immediately, his thumb speeding up and your head drops down onto your forearm as you succumb to the pleasure. “Please, kitten, want you to cum so bad.”
“I’m gonna–” You whine, and it takes another hard suck of Jungwoo’s lips around your clit before you’re coming undone in the middle of the granola aisle. As you’re slurring his name in ecstasy, he gradually removes his mouth from you and brings himself to a standing position. When your head lolls back onto his chest, he and hikes your skirt up just a bit higher, setting off alarm bells in your head. “Woo, what are you up to?”
“Need to fuck you,” He grunts, rustling coming from behind you before something warm and blunt presses against your rim.
“No fucking way,” You breathe out, pushing off the shelf and moving to turn around. Before you get the chance to face him, Jungwoo grabs you and turns you back around, pressing hard between your shoulder blades to flatten your torso against the shelf. “Jungwoo–”
“Need to fuck you.” He growls against your ear, his chest pressing your back down as the head of his cock presses against your ass. His hand covers your mouth as he leans back and spits loudly onto his length, no doubt coating himself in his saliva. He rubs the head of his cock up and down your folds, collecting your slick before moving back up to your asshole and pushing in slowly. The stretch is almost unbearable, his girth almost too much to handle as he eases himself into you inch by inch. A ragged sob escapes you, sending you standing upright as he bottoms out and you can feel him throbbing inside of you, your hole flexing around his cock.
“You’re so good, kitten,” He grunts, pulling out slightly, and you hiss in an overwhelmed sort of pleasure at the feeling, the sensations gradually shifting from discomfort to pleasure, and he pulls out, thrusting back into you with poorly restrained excitement. “So fucking good—and all mine—my pretty kitten–”
“Puppy,” You whimper, and he growls low in his chest, his pace picking up. “Feels so good,” You cry, and he chuckles under his breath, nosing past your hair to kiss your cheek.
“Knew you’d like it,” He hums smugly, and you don’t even have it in you to protest, your body going limp as he drives himself into you. “Kitten feels so good around my cock—takes me so fucking well—fucking love your ass.” He’s essentially babbling at this point, slurring his words almost beyond recognition, but every word you do understand only helps to build your arousal.
You can feel an orgasm building inside of you and you bring a hand to your clit, rubbing it in quick, desperate circles as moans bubble out of you freely.
“Gonna cum, pup–” You warn him, and he grunts in acknowledgement, too lost in the feeling of your walls wrapped around him to utter anything else.
“With me,” He pants, his hips stuttering. “Cum with me,” He insists, and you exhale his name loudly as your peak hits. “So good—love you so much.” He coos, and you can’t help but smile, cheeks warming at his affection.
“Love you, Woo,” You whine, reaching a hand back to rub his hand on your hip, and he cums almost instantly, a violent shudder rippling through his body as he drops his head forward onto your back. You two stay there for a moment, catching your breath before he pulls out of you and tucks himself back into his pants, flipping your skirt back down and patting your ass lovingly. “You wanna tell me what came over you just now?”
“…Think I’m in pre-rut,” He mumbles, the shyer demeanor returning to him as he looks down with a shy smile and rubs the back of his neck.
“Well then, we should get home to handle that.” You reply, concerned, and he looks up with a hopeful, excited smile.
“Let’s go!” He pulls your hand and pushes the cart towards the checkout aisles, whining when you stop in your tracks, digging your heels into the floor.
“Jungwoo.”
“Hm?”
“Your ice cream?”
“Oh, yeah!”
rock, paper, scissors
title: rock, paper, scissors
pairing: suh johnny x jeong jaehyun x lee jeno x na jaemin x fem!oc/reader (no name used, written in third person)
genre: smut, basically pwp, best friends!au
summary: five friends rent a house together for a few weeks to enjoy summer like they used to do when they were younger, thinking that nothing could change their friendship. But teasing leads to pent-up tension and tension leads to problems. Problems that can’t be fixed by playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ like when they were young.
warnings: smut, sexual tension, implied masturbation, unprotected sex, fivesome, (not discussed) dom/sub dynamics, fingering (f), rimming (f), oral (m), double penetration, spit roasting, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise, minor choking, anal sex (f receiving), spitting, light hair pulling, size kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, minor orgasm control, minor dumbification, (hard) dom!johnny, dom!jaehyun, (hard) dom!jeno, dom!jaemin, sub!oc/reader, filth just pure filth.
words: 11.765k
a/n: the 4J smut nobody asked for is here. I think I struggle writing things with no emotions so this one was pretty much a challenge for me, but I hope it’s not too bad and you’ll enjoy it. I made it sound deep in the summary but the ‘problems’ are just them being horny. Let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks. ♡
taglist: @wooyoung4eva @jenoxygen @sunshinedhyuck @kundann @jaeymark
They had no idea if she was doing it on purpose, but the more they stared at her, the more they couldn’t get what the hell had happened in over a year.
When she had to move out of town for a job opportunity and they stopped seeing her, they were still used to a pretty innocent woman that would always get shy at their sexual jokes or, most of the time, don’t get them at all. But the woman in front of them was a completely changed person. And none of them expected these two weeks together, locked in the same house, to be this hard.
“This was exactly what we needed,” she exclaimed as she faced the balcony of their rented house, looking at the view in front of her, a drink Johnny just made in hand and a big floppy hat covering her from the sun.
“Most definitely,” Jeno replied from behind, lounging on a sunbed with one arm behind his head, forcing his eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, to drift away from her barely covered ass and stare at the view – like he could give two shits about the sea and the beach in front of them.
“We should go to the beach again,” she said, turning around, resting her elbows on the railing, and looking at all of her friends with a smile on her face. “We’ve spent these first two days locked in.”
“It’s hot,” Jaemin replied, “I don’t get why you want to go down to the beach when we have a pool right here.”
“You’re so lazy,” she huffed, waving him off but then moving to sit between him and Jaehyun, wiggling her ass to fit between them, pushing their open legs close so she could squeeze in. “Why don’t you like going there?”
He snickered, shaking his head and trying not to pay attention to the way her skin was rubbing against his. “Too many people. You know I hate crowds.”
“But the sea is funnier,” she whined, turning around, pouting at him, leaning forward to give him big doe eyes to convince him to go with her.
And Jaemin wouldn’t have given up easily if only his eyes didn’t fall on her chest, pressed up and half exposed by the top of the skimpy white bikini. “I’ll come,” he replied just to make her move from that position before he could get a hard-on in front of everybody.
“See, I can always convince you,” she cheered, not noticing anything, not even the way the other three, in the meanwhile, were rather lost in the other curves of her body.
What the hell were they thinking about? They all mentally cursed, shaking themselves out of their thoughts, some of them feeling more guilty and some others just to keep their morality in line but their reason was the same. They couldn’t screw up fifteen years of friendship for being horny. They all cherished her and their friendship. So they came up with the silent mutual agreement of not ruining everything for sex. The nights there were young, and there were so many hot women they could get, it was just a matter of time before she would’ve slipped back into the back of their minds and simply stayed as their dearest friend.
But they were wrong.
Jeno was the first one to lose his mind. He just couldn’t help to look at her in another way when she wasn’t doing anything to don’t make him fall to his knee and wait for the right moment to have her.
“You’ll get skin cancer if you don’t protect yourself,” she said while her hands moved on his toned body – beautifully toned body, she would’ve said – trying not to get lost on it for too long, wondering since when he had so many muscles.
Jeno mumbled a brief response while he tried to keep his eyes open so his horny-dumb-brain wouldn’t have started to imagine her hands somewhere else on his body. “’kay, are you done?” He asked when she reached too close to his lap, standing up and smiling awkwardly.
“Yes, but can you help me too?” She pouted, passing him the bottle of sunscreen and tilting her head to the side.
“On your body?” He asked, scratching his neck.
“Yeah, silly, where else would you want to apply it?”
“Sure,” he replied, pulling his lips in a tight line. “Turn around and lay,” he said, waiting for her to take place in his old position. He had to take a deep breath before squeezing the cold cream in his hands and starting to apply it on her shoulders, her back, hardly skipping her round perky ass, and down to the back of her thighs and legs.
“Oh,” she moaned, “you’re really good with your hands, you know?”
“Oh, sure I am,” he replied with a smug smirk without realizing, “I mean,” he coughed, “I give pretty good massages.”
“Uhm, uhm,” she moaned again, eyes closed and lips parted. And Jeno had to gather all the will in his body to don’t move her bikini to the side and fuck her right there to see how even prettier she would’ve looked if those sounds came from even more pleasure.
“Turn around,” he said, shaking his head as if to scroll those thoughts out of his mind. “Do you also need my help here?”
“Yeah, I covered your whole body, do the same.”
“Fine,” he sighed, splashing more cream in his hands and doing the same in the front of her body. “Why are you laughing?” He asked, while his hands were on her stomach, her soft smooth skin making him want to taste so much more than just that.
“Nothing,” she said but her lips were still turned up in a playful grin while she stared at his hesitant hands.
“Okay, come on, now, what’s this?”
“As soon as I complimented you, your hands started shaking,” she smiled, sitting up once he was done, and brushing a strand of long black-greenish hair behind his ear. “You’re cute,” she said before leaving a kiss on top of his nose and getting up, running outside to reach the others in the pool.
Jeno stood there for a while, frozen, before he sighed loudly, shaking his head. “She’s going to make me go insane.”
The second one to realize that the plan wasn’t working was Johnny.
He wasn’t used to hearing her pick up all his dirty jokes, so he kept making them and every time got taken aback when she would, not only flirt back, but sometimes, even start it all.
“Could you please stop taking so much space on the couch?” She whined, trying to fit next to him as they tried to choose a movie to watch.
“Hey, you know I’m a big guy,” he replied with a smirk on his face and winking, expecting her to squirm and hide in embarrassment.
“Do I?” She replied, looking at him in the eyes, smirking back. “You know, I’m a visual learner,” she joked, clicking her tongue before turning her attention to the tv again, chuckling lowly as she could still see his stunned expression and feel how his body tensed up.
But Johnny tried to hide it, and cleared his throat, squeezing in his seat to leave her more room.
Or when they were in the kitchen, trying to fit the frozen mixture of a cake they decided to prepare into a form.
“It will never fit,” Johnny groaned, throwing his head back, and shaking his red-brown hair out of his face since his hands were dirty.
“Don’t you know how to be patient?” She asked, coming to his side, taking the dough in her hands and placing it on a plate for a moment. “If it doesn’t slide in,” she said, voice lower than usual as she dirtied her fingers with butter, “it means that you have to get it nice and wet and slippery,” she explained while her fingers ran over the sides of the silicone form before she gently squeezed the dough inside. “See, how easy it is to make it fit if you take it slow?”
Johnny hummed, looking away from her fingers, trying to scroll out of his mind the thought of those fingers being inside of her as he watched how she would take care of herself. “Thanks, I guess,” he babbled, forcing a smile on his face and trying to avoid her teasing gaze.
She shrugged, patting his shoulder with her clean hand. “A shame, by the way, I always imagined you as someone that knew how to take it slow,” she winked, before leaving the kitchen.
Oh, he thought that too before her.
The third to give up was Jaemin. For him, it was the constant touches. The way her hands always found a way on his skin, or in his hair, touching him as if her life depended on it.
When he played video games she always found an excuse to sit on his lap, unknowingly – he wasn’t so sure about that – grinding against him. Or when he wanted to enjoy the peace of the evening and read something outside of the porch she was always there, snuggling close to him. But worsts of it all were their days at the beach.
“Your skin is so soft,” she cooed one day while they were sitting under the umbrella and her head was resting against his shoulder, her hands gently caressing his arm.
“Thanks,” he stuttered, not really knowing what to say, too afraid that, if said more, not-so-appropriate sounds would’ve rolled out of his mouth. Why was she touching him like this? Why was her leg so pressed against his? Wasn’t she hot? And why the hell she never asked the others to go with her? Did she like making him suffer?
She chuckled, moving one hand up under his chin and turning his face toward hers. “Thank you for always coming with me here,” she purred, letting her hand trail up and reach his dark-brown hair, ruffling them playfully. “You’re the best.”
Jaemin swallowed, trying to keep his eyes on hers and not on her soft, plump lips and don’t lean in to kiss her, smiling lightly and thinking that fuck, this was going to be harder than he imagined.
The last one to fall was Jaehyun. He couldn’t really get why she insisted so much to train with him, she had never been a gym girl anyway. But now she was always with him for the few hours he would spend in the small gym inside the house. And he hated it.
He hated the way the pink leggings wrapped around her body. He hated the way her tits bounced when she ran and he could hardly take his eyes off of them. He hated the moans that rolled past her lips when she had to push her body past its limits. And he hated himself because he wasn’t one that typically lost control, so why was he losing it with his best friend?
“I don’t get why you’re always here,” he whispered one time, chuckling, shaking his head as he kept his focus on the weights he was cleaning. Pretending they were much more interesting than her passing a cloth over her body to dry the sweat.
“To stay fit?” She replied as if it was obvious.
“Yeah, but why? Since when?”
“Why not? I’m with you. I don’t have all those other judgmental people I’d have in a real gym and I get to see muscles anyway,” she winked, patting his head.
Jaehyun stuttered something under his breath before lifting his head to stare at her. “My muscles?”
“Oh, please, don’t act as if you’re not aware of the body you carry around.”
He smirked, lowering his head to hide the blush. “And you like the body I carry around?”
She giggled, stealing a white towel close to his seat, and wrapping it around her shoulder before walking to the door. “I love it,” she winked and then sent him a flying kiss that he didn’t even try to catch, too caught up in this. Too caught up in her.
“Tell me you’re seeing her,” Jeno cried out in exasperation when he barged into Johnny’s room, knowing he would’ve found all of them there. She went out to buy something, giving them a bit of time to breathe.
They quirked a brow, putting down their phones to look at him. “Her as in our best friend or another girl that’s making you lose your mind?” Johnny asked, throwing his head back to look at him.
Jeno sighed, running a hand in his hair and pulling. “Yes, congratulations, you got it. Of course, it’s her, who else could it be?”
“And? What do you want us to do?” Jaemin asked, twirling in the chair, resting his head against his fist.
“I don’t know, but she either calms down or I can’t promise you I’ll be able to resist much more,” he huffed. “She’s doing it on purpose, she’s never been like this.”
“Or maybe you never wanted to look at her like that,” Jaehyun said, shrugging.
“Please, don’t tell me that a year ago she was the same,” he groaned. “Have you ever seen her wear those skimpy dresses? Wear so much jewellery? Do her hair so nicely? Or be so touchy all the time?”
“She had never been ugly, though,” Jaemin said, “Jae’s right.”
Jeno rolled his eyes. “It’s not about being ugly but she was so fucking innocent and naïve and now she’s… she’s always the one flirting,” he snapped. “With everybody.”
Johnny laughed. “Yeah, you mad because it’s not you.”
“Shut the hell up,” he retorted. “I was trying to be nice because I know you want her just as well, and you know she wouldn’t say no to me. So… how are we going to do this?”
“Are we planning this?” Jaemin asked, furrowing his brows. “You’re making it sound like a bank robber.”
“Well, it could be even more dangerous than that.”
A few days passed as they tried to test the waters, sneaking around her, trying to flirt back and tease her just as much without slamming her against a wall or any surface they had near them. But nothing really happened, just her usual jokes, and light touches and then she would walk away as if nothing happened, leaving them high and dry.
Their plan was to try to push her harder until she would’ve picked one of them and they couldn’t get mad at each other or fight over who should’ve tried their luck. But nothing. Not even a glimpse of intention of going all way with one of them. Just a long and gruelling torture made of teasings and sexual tension that wasn’t leading them anywhere.
“I’m telling you, I can’t do this tonight,” Jeno warned them, sipping on a cocktail as he leaned back against ‘their table’. They were at a beach party near their rented house, organised by some people they met there but it wasn’t like any of them could really care about the party when they had her.
She was going around collecting drinks, and men, dancing on everybody, letting way too many foreign hands roam on her body and – worst of it all – she wouldn’t miss the chance to look and smirk at them when they casually faced the same way.
“You say it every time and you didn’t fuck her yet,” Jaehyun sang, raising a brow before sipping from his drink too, eyes never leaving her body swinging in a man’s arms.
Jeno glared at him and then clenched the glass tighter. “It’s not like I can force her, can I? And didn’t we have a pact between us? I’m just being nice with you guys because I’m more than sure that with some more talking she would fuck me with no hesitation.”
“Would she?” Jaemin asked, peaking his head forward to look at him. “Because it looks like we’re all in the same boat.”
“Then what do we do?” Johnny asked, shaking his hair out of his face, winking at her when their eyes met.
“Man, I don’t know, if I had a solution to this problem I would’ve solved it,” Jeno replied.
“Hey, guys.” There she was, chest panting, sweat pearling her skin, hair flying lightly in the sea breeze, and a bright smile on her face. A vision that made them all stop in their tracks and get lost in the shape of her body. “Guys?”
“Yeah, uhm, yeah,” they replied, shaking their heads and swallowing, trying to hide the embarrassment of being caught, and luckily for them, she simply chuckled. “The drinks are already getting to your head, aren’t they? You really can’t take it anymore.”
They all snickered and then Jeno replied, “no, we seriously can’t take it anymore.”
“I’m getting bored here,” she pouted, squeezing in between Jeno and Johnny and wrapping her arms around their shoulders. “Can we go home and play something just between us?”
“Bored? It seems like you are having so much fun, there,” Jaehyun joked, and Jeno hit his stomach with his elbow, making him groan in pain.
“We can surely go home, now, as soon as possible,” he replied, pulling her away from the others.
“I need my shoes,” she whined, trying to push back.
“Johnny will get them for you, we just have to walk on the sand, come on, now,” he insisted. “Want me to carry you? Want to see how strong I am?”
The other rolled their eyes hearing his words and watching as he carried her to their place, their giggles fading in the distance.
“We better hurry before he seriously talks her through getting dicked down,” Jaehyun warned them.
Once they were all inside, they decided to play beer pong, which wasn’t even beer. But whatever mix of alcohol they had put in was good.
“So the winners get what?” Jaemin asked, reaching the other side of the table to stay at Johnny’s side to get ready to play.
“Nothing,” she replied, “it’s just for fun, why would you want to win something?”
“Then who loses should get a penalty, at least,” Jeno said. “Come on, there’s no fun with no penalties.”
“Swapping clothes with someone else,” she shrugged, grabbing the ping-pong ball.
“Hey, what’s the fun in that? If they lose they would wear your dress and you wear their big shirt and jeans?”
She chuckled, “What? Sad you won’t be able to stare at my body anymore?”
Jeno coughed while the others laughed under their teeth. “I don’t stare at your body,” he retorted with an obvious lie. “But fine, clothes swapping for the losers.”
So they finally started playing, their team leading with 5-3 out of 10 points against Johnny and Jaemin, but they never reached the final game. She wasn’t dumb, she knew what was going on, they had never been so clingy, and it surely wasn’t because she needed help to play the game. Jaehyun and Jeno’s hands rested on her back for most of the time and Johnny and Jaemin were concentrated on everything but where to aim the ball.
“Would you please stop looking at me like this?” She asked, turning around to lean against the table, arms crossed in front of her chest, not throwing the ball but placing it in one of the glasses.
“Like what?” Jeno asked, playing dumb.
She snickered, fanning her hair back, and curling her lips in a grin. “Like you want to fuck me.”
“What?” They all gasped, pretending to be shocked, shaking their heads, Johnny and Jaemin moving around the table to walk toward them.
She scoffed, chuckling under her breath. “Seriously? What? I see the way you look at me,” she started saying, getting up and walking around them. “The way you’ve been looking at me since this holiday started,” she smirked, one finger running up and down Jeno and Jaemin’s bicep before she walked behind them and reached Johnny and Jaehyun, making them hold their breath in a weird mix of sexual tension and fear of having screwed their friendship up. “You know,” she whispered, walking away and sitting on the couch, legs crossed together and upper body leaning against the backrest, “I thought at least one of you had enough guts to man up and come ask me.”
At the tease, Jaemin snapped, turning to stare at her better. “You think we’re not brave enough?
She shrugged, moving her hair to the side. “Well, you’re there, drooling over me, jacking off thinking of me,” she smirked, eyes glinting at Jaemin that turned red in a second, so she heard him that day... “and yet…” she whispered in a huff, throwing her head back.
“Fine,” Jeno snapped, turning to the boys, “if this is how you want it, we’re picking who gets to fuck you. Rock, paper, scissors.”
She laughed in disbelief. “You’re picking who gets to fuck me with that game? Like when we were kids and you had to choose who played my husband?”
“Yeah, why do you think none of us made the first move?” Jaehyun replied, hand still clenched in a fist, ready to play the game. “It’s a bro thing, it wouldn’t have been fair to us and to you. We were waiting for you to pick but you never made the first move either.”
A smile crossed her face before she turned it into a smirk, “Pick?” She asked, twirling a strand of hair in her finger. “Who says I want to pick?”
They chuckled awkwardly, looking at each other and then at her to see if she was playing, if they were all in the same perverted and weird dream or if this was a just as sick and perverted reality. And when it turned out to be the latter, they all laughed.
“Yeah, fine, nice joke, but you’re still not as funny as me,” Johnny said.
She laughed too. “You seriously are so dumb at picking up signals,” she huffed, one hand moving to trail on her thigh, moving the dress up so slowly it felt like torture but none of them seemed to find the strength to move, it was like there was an invisible wall separating them. “I thought I was the loser, innocent one of our group but turns out that having fucked half of the earth’s population doesn’t make you smart either when it comes to this.”
“Hey! We didn’t fuck half of the population,” Jaemin complained. “And you are the innocent one… well,” he gulped, getting lost in the way her fingers were tracing her body, moving up to her stomach, to her breast, to her neck and then back down, “you were.”
She snickered, “So? Do I have to put on a show for you to get somewhere? Because apparently, the ones I’ve been putting on weren’t enough to make you grow some balls and confront me.”
“Okay, you need to stop this,” Jeno warned, getting mad at the teasing. “We respect you.”
“Yeah, and we’re friends and we’ve known each other for so long, we wiped your tears when those silly boys broke up with you because you weren’t ready to have sex,” she mocked, rolling her eyes back. “And I don’t care. I think we’ve crossed that line for a little while now, don’t you think so?”
They looked at each other with a frown but then hummed.
“So let’s cross it even physically,” she proposed, leaning forward. “If I have to regret something I want to regret the best fuck of my life, not some mental games that are bringing me no pleasure at all.”
“Okay, is this seriously you, or did somebody exchange you?” Johnny asked, raising a brow, still not fully believing her words.
“People can change so much over a year, babe,” she winked. “But since you look so taken aback, I have a pretty long list of people at the beach that wouldn’t say no…”
“No!” Jeno shouted, walking to her in a second and pushing her back down on the couch. “I don’t care what they say but I am not losing this chance with you tonight.”
“Good,” she smirked. “And you? Want to play rock, paper, scissors with your morals and then decided what to do?”
“Fuck it, I know what I want to do,” Jaehyun exclaimed, placing the cup down and walking toward her.
“You two?” She asked one last time, smiling at the last two friends. And with just one last look at each other, they were all over her, lips hungrily kissing her skin and hands touching every inch of her body with much more vigor than in the past days.
“Oh, wow,” she chuckled, “you truly were holding back these days.”
“Shut up,” Jeno scolded against her ear. “You are such a fucking tease, you knew what you were putting us through.”
She only giggled at his words, enjoying the others’ greedy attention. “As if you weren’t enjoying that.”
“We hated that,” Johnny retorted. “Maybe we should teach you a little lesson. Give you a taste of your own medicine.”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to do that,” she teased but got immediately shut down when Jeno kissed her harshly and tugged her hair, making her lips part in the kiss to let out a low whimper.
“Let us show you, dear,” he replied when he pulled away, standing up to get rid of his shirt. Her eyes trailed on his body, watching his muscles flex and having to close her slightly parted mouth to don’t drool at the sight. “Yeah, you love this, don’t you?” He teased, kneeling next to her again. “You could’ve had me much before if only you didn’t put up with your stupid teasing game.”
“My stupid –”
“Shhh,” he shut her up with a finger on her lips, “no talking back, it’s useless.”
She gulped, but couldn’t help to let a small smile creep on her face at this unknown side of him. She heard stories about Jeno in bed but well, they were best friends, she never dug too deep into them and now…
“Look at you,” Jaehyun said in awe, “you really do love this.” He was a little taken aback, no matter how much he wanted her, he knew her, well, he thought he knew her, and he wasn’t so sure she could keep up with their rhythms and kinks but apparently, he was wrong.
Johnny snickered when she hummed, smiling at Jaehyun. “Should we test just how much you love this?” He asked, letting his hands travel under her dress and gripping the elastic of the panties to slowly pull them down. “Should we see how far we can push you before it gets too much for our little, innocent best friend?”
She smirked, humming lowly. “Or how much of me you can take.”
“You’re still not done with your stupid games, I see,” Jeno huffed. “Well, we’ll put an end to this soon,” he said before unexpectedly lifting her up, making her gasp. “My bedroom, now,” he ordered to the others as he carried her upstairs on his shoulder.
When they reached the bedroom, Jeno was on top of her, his hand already teasing her wet pussy while his lips kept tormenting the skin of her neck.
“You’re so greedy,” Jaemin complained, jumping on the bed next to her, kissing her too, “you want everything to yourself.”
“Not my fault you can’t keep up with me,” Jeno replied, pulling away and spreading her legs more. “And look at you,” he teased, fingers smearing her wetness and playing with her clit, “so wet already? Have you been thinking about us all night while you let those other men touch you?”
She hummed against Jaemin’s lips and gasped lowly when she felt Johnny’s lips wrap around her hard nipple.
“You’re so pretty,” Jaehyun whispered, touching her thigh, but his eyes were stilled where Jeno’s fingers were still moving on her.
“And excited,” Jeno added when two fingers slipped into her with ease. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
She whined, pulling away from Jaemin’s kiss. “Stop teasing, just fuck me already.”
A burst of deep laughter rolled out of their lips, “Desperate little thing,” Johnny mocked. “I thought we had to get you nice and wet and slippery,” he whispered close to her ear, marking every word, reminding her what she had told him before, making her lift her gaze on him and suppress a moan when Jaehyun’s fingers slipped past her entrance too. “See,” he chuckled darkly, pulling away from her, “you have a lot to take, babe. You don’t want to break, right?”
“I won’t break,” she bit back, huffing, head rolling back when Jeno and Jaehyun’s fingers started stretching her more, rubbing so against her walls.
“No, you won’t,” Jaemin whispered, kissing her chest and then biting down on her nipple, eliciting a soundless gasp from her. “You wanted this. Wanted all of us.”
“Yeah, you won’t back down, right? Realize we’re more than you can take a run away like a scared little kitty?” Jeno teased, pushing one of her legs further down so it touched the mattress completely, exposing her more, making her whine as shame crept up.
“Please, nobody believes you’re shy after all you’ve done these past days,” Jaehyun teased, moving her hands out of her face.
“You can’t feel embarrassed with us, right?” Johnny cooed, caressing her cheek, blocking her wrists over her head so Jaehyun could focus completely on fingering her. “Your best friends. We’ve seen you grow,” he pouted while his free hand moved down to reach her clit, the stimulation so intense that she couldn’t find the strength to answer, making them all giggle lowly.
“Just started and she’s already wrecked. This ‘s going to be fun,” Jeno whispered but she didn’t even get it, too caught up in the first orgasm approaching. She might’ve not been innocent like she was before – or like they thought she was before – but she had never done anything like this, four men all over her, touching, kissing, licking every inch of her body. A fantasy she wanted to try for so long but never imagined she would have the chance to, especially not with her best friends.
“’M close,” she moaned, one hand wrapping around Jaemin’s hair while he was still pressed against her boobs sucking her nipple, and the other leaving marks on Johnny’s thigh.
“Oh, already?” Jeno cooed, stilling his movements inside of her, making Jaehyun follow.
“No, please, please, don’t stop. I’ve been good, why would you – shit – oh,” she gasped when they picked up again, laughing at her.
“Just wanted to hear you beg,” Jeno replied, shrugging. “You know, you always demand in our friendship, always so good at making us do whatever you want.”
“Can you please make me come?” She pleaded, fluttering her eyes at them.
“See, why you never think about us?” Johnny huffed, quickening the pace on her sensitive clit, and then pushing two fingers into her mouth, freeing her wrists. “That’s better,” he cooed, “stop whining and just take what we give you.”
She hummed around his digits, tightening the hold around Jaemin that never stopped torturing her nipples, and squirming under the other three’s hands.
“Just because I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Jeno said, fingers pumping in and out harder, filling her when Jaehyun’s were out and vice versa, never stopping stimulating her, “come for us, come on,” he ordered.
The first orgasm hit her hard, leaving her shaking already, and once she came down from the high they gave her no time to breathe.
As soon as Johnny pulled his fingers out of her mouth, Jeno pushed his, covered in her cum, in, forcing them down her throat. “Taste yourself, babe,” he ordered. “Like this, so good.”
“Are you ready for the real thing?” Jaemin asked, getting rid of all his clothes, thick cock springing out of his boxer, red tip leaking pre-cum, making her mouth part in awe.
“Are you going to fuck me first?”
“Want to complain even about that?” Jeno tsked, shaking his head.
“I wasn’t complaining,” she glared at him, sitting up and crawling to Jaemin to kiss him.
“Want to fuck your ass,” he confessed against her lips, making her pull away and chuckle nervously as she stared at him with a furrow on her face.
“Oh, princess has never been fucked in the ass before,” Johnny laughed at her expression.
“No, I…” she started mumbling but Jaemin kissed her again, hands travelling down to cup her full ass and squeeze it in his palms, eliciting a low moan from her.
“It will feel good, baby,” he cooed. “You trust me, right? You know Nana won’t ever hurt you.” The sweet – yet, condescending – tone of his voice made the other chuckle at his attempt to ease her into this but she found it normal, it was a usual Jaemin trick, it couldn’t have led to anything dangerous, right? Anyway, she did trust him and she was willing to try.
“Just… prep me,” she whimpered when his fingers grazed her sensitive rim.
A big proud smile crept on Jaemin’s face. “Fuck, I love you,” he exclaimed before signaling her to lay on the bed with her face against the mattress.
She closed her eyes when the lewd sound of his spit hitting her rim resonated in the room and his lips started working on her, moving with precision and yet eating her out as if she was his last meal. But the sweet gestures stopped soon when his finger slipped past her rim.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he cooed, his sweet tone hiding the devilish smirk on his face as he watched her body hardly taking him. “Need a little help?”
She hummed, nodding, cheeks brushing against the sheets, and eyes squeezed as she tried to relax around his finger, pain mixing with pleasure. It wasn’t that terrible but it still was a weird feeling.
“I don’t think we have lube,” Jeno said before spitting on her ass loudly.
“Ugh,” she moaned, thighs squeezing together and breath faltering.
“Oh,” he whispered, lifting a brow, “you like that…”
“You’re so fucking filthy,” Jaehyun mocked, watching the scene with curios eyes.
“Well, since you love this so much, it will work,” Jaemin shrugged, moving his finger faster inside of her when another string of saliva rolled out of Jeno’s mouth.
“No, what… what if it’ll hurt?” She managed to breathe out, shaking her head, trying to lift her body up from the mattress but Johnny held her right in place, pushing her further down.
“It won’t hurt, alright? You can take it,” he said, caressing her back. “But… since it’s you, I’ll go see if I have some.”
“Tha-thank you,” she mumbled, voice dying in her throat when Jaemin added another finger after he spat on her again.
“Oh, please, it’s not hurting, your pussy is dripping on the sheets. You love this.”
“Mmph, yeah, but – but – fuck – you’re big, so big,” she breathed out, hiding her face in the pillows from embarrassment.
“Oh, little red riding hood got herself in trouble?” Jeno teased, caressing her hair gently before tugging at it and turning her face to the side again. “Fell into the big bad wolf trap imagining you could take it?”
“I can take it,” she retorted, knitting her brows but only making him snicker.
“Whining a little too much for someone that’s sure about her abilities.”
She simply groaned, closing her eyes again and trying to relax even more around Jaemin’s fingers.
“Here it is,” Johnny exclaimed, entering the room again and throwing the bottle at Jeno that caught it swiftly.
“I liked the spit better but anyway,” Jeno shrugged before squirting a big amount of the liquid on her rim.
A louder moan rolled out of her lips when the cold liquid dripped inside her and Jaemin’s fingers started moving faster now that there was no friction against her insides.
“And man, move, she’s ready,” Jeno huffed impatiently.
“Can you please have some patience? She loves this so much, just look at her,” Jaemin replied, eyes drifting from him to the string of cum that was drooling out of her pussy and the way her ass was clenching around his three fingers.
“Yes, and imagine how much she’d love your cock,” he replied with a fake kind smile on his face. “Tell him, babe,” he ordered, tugging her hair again and arching her back, “tell him how badly you need your pretty ass to be filled with his big cock.”
The nasty words and the condescending tone made her insides twitch, pussy clenching around nothing and mouth opening wider. “Need you,” she mumbled, trying to open her eyes and tilt her head more to look at Jaemin.
Johnny chuckled, pushing her upper body up completely, cupping her cheeks and squeezing tight. “Tell him exactly what you need. We know you’re not innocent so stop fucking pretending.”
She gulped, falling on her hands when Johnny let go without a warning. “Jaem,” she whispered, looking past her shoulders, “need your – mmh – need your cock to fuck my ass, please,” she moaned, nails gripping the sheets when he stuffed his thumb into her wet pussy, cutting the air out of her lungs. “Please, please, fuck me hard. Jaemin, please.”
He smirked, a low snicker rolling past his lips. “As you wish, princess,” he replied, pulling out, watching as her holes clenched around nothing before he grabbed his dick and lined it against her swollen hole. He leaned against her back, lips brushing against her ear, “but just know I won’t be treating you as one.” He smirked before bottoming out completely, thick dick stretching her more than his three fingers did, making her gasp and collapse against the mattress again, body going limp under him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back and holding her waist tight, “feels so good.”
“Wait, wait,” she mumbled, trying to stand on her hands again but Jeno pushed her down another time. “No, the condom, the – fuck – Jaemin.”
“We’re clean,” Jeno replied instead. “We told you we care for you. Do you really want to see the test results, now?”
She opened her mouth to speak, mumbling something, “You – fuck – you checked yourself?” She asked in disbelief, honestly, it was good but fuck, how desperate they were? How much were they rooting for this to happen?
“Of course, we did,” Jaehyun replied. “Your safeness comes first.”
“You’re – shit – fuck, okay, I guess, I…”
“I think you should just shut up now and relax,” Jaemin shut her midway, slapping her ass cheek. “You said you trusted us. You do trust us, right?”
She nodded, trapping her lower lip between her teeth when he started hitting deeper and faster.
“Tell us that you do,” Jaehyun said, tapping her cheek gently. “Come on.”
“I – I trust you,” she cried, “I trust you – mmph – so much.”
“Good girl,” Johnny cooed. “But I need to feel you, too.”
Her eyes snapped open at his words. “N-now?”
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “What, baby? Too much? You didn’t even see me, yet.”
She snorted, squirming under Jaemin, “I don’t need to see you, fuck.”
“Oh, those rumors spread fast, John,” Jeno joked, hitting him playfully.
Johnny chuckled, “Don’t you want to find out if the rumors are true, baby?”
She nodded, pretty much mindlessly, too caught up in the way Jaemin’s cock was rubbing against her walls and hitting so well inside of her making her head spin miles per hour to really think about what she was putting herself into.
When Johnny freed himself out of his briefs she gasped loudly before her eyes shily reached up to meet his eyes, a proud, evil, smirk on his handsome face. That was always his favourite part.
“Don’t worry, honey,” he purred, fingers under her chin to close her open mouth, “I know how to use it, it won’t hurt.”
She nodded, not really sure about it… if it was only him, maybe… but it was two at the same time, and Jaemin wasn’t that much smaller than him so… Though she didn’t have much time to dwell on it.
“Can you stop fucking her for a second and let me get under her?” Johnny huffed, glaring at Jaemin that unwillingly stopped his movements and waited for Johnny to manhandle her and position himself under her.
“Fuck, Jaemin’s right, your cunt is dripping,” he moaned when he pushed his fat tip against her hole, feeling how wet she was. “Love getting your tiny hole fucked hard by him?” He teased, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him.
“Ye-yeah, he’s good,” she moaned, hands struggling to stand against something to keep her body up and don’t fall forward against him at any hard stroke of Jaemin; he didn’t waste time picking up again as soon as Johnny slipped under her body.
“Come on, fuck her too, need to see how tighter – fuck – she can get,” the younger moaned, stopping once again just to enjoy to the fullest the feeling of her insides getting filled more by Johnny’s dick, too.
Her head fell forward when Johnny eased into her, mouth agape feeling like she was being split in two, no matter how wet she was.
“Fuck, too much,” she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and digging her nails into Johnny’s biceps.
“Shh, you’re doing good,” he calmed her, starting to pull out slowly, “taking us so well.”
She wept, whining mindlessly and soon after all the mercy disappeared as they both started fucking her again, sending her so close to the edge.
“I think, I…” she gasped, “I think I’m gonna come.”
“Oh, wasn’t that too much?” Jeno mocked.
“But ‘s good, so good.”
A mocking laugh came out of Johnny’s lips while his hand wrapped around her cheeks, thumb brushing against her parted lips. “A little bit pathetic don’t you think so?” Her teary eyes stared back at him before her head rolled back and another orgasm hit when they both slammed hard inside of her, knocking the air out of her lungs.
Jeno snickered, an amused smirk on his face. “They barely started fucking you and you already came? Seriously?”
“You’re having fun, baby, aren’t you?” Jaehyun teased, fingers grazing her neck to turn her toward him.
“Yeah,” she breathed out, nails digging into Johnny’s shoulders, where she was trying to keep the balance, and ass bouncing back against Jaemin, making him groan at the sight.
“Wanted this – fuck – for so long,” Jaemin moaned, hips slapping against her flesh, nails leaving marks on the skin of her waist. “Dreamed about your ass every fucking day.”
“I – I don’t think I can – mhh – last more,. The words struggled to come out of her mouth as her body slumped forward against Johnny.
“I’m sure you can,” Jeno replied, lifting her upper body up again, holding her in place. “Are you tired already?”
“I – I don’t know.” She truly had no idea what she felt, it was good but surely tiring too, she wasn’t used to anything like this.
“Oh, poor baby,” he sang with a mocking tone, fingers brushing against her burning cheeks. “I’m sure you just need a little bit of support more. Jaehyun, come here.”
“What?” The other asked, unwillingly drifting his eyes from where Johnny and Jaemin were fucking her, and stopping the strokes on his cock.
“You heard me, come here,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Our little girl needs another one.”
“A-another one?” She asked, eyes widening, words choking her as she felt the other two deeper than ever inside of her.
“I thought you were dying to get with her,” Jaehyun said in confusion, but he stopped caring about his friend as soon as he moved around and got to see her wrecked face and her tits bounce back and forth at every thrust.
“I have special plans,” Jeno smirked, leaving a soft – and yet somehow scary – kiss on her cheek.
“Come here,” her attention was soon back on Jaehyun that was tapping his fingers against her cheek, hard dick in hand and a terrible urge to fuck her too written in his eyes. “Open your mouth,” he ordered and she followed, lips parting even more and tongue rolling out, making him groan loudly. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
“And dirty,” Johnny muttered through gritted teeth, trying to don’t come just at the lewd scene in front of his eyes, but watching her welcome all Jaehyun’s length inside of her as her eyes rolled back, was making it all too difficult. Especially considering how hot and tight her pussy was and how hard she was squeezing him.
“Yeah, just like that,” Jaehyun moaned when he bottomed against her throat. “Can you suck me or do I have to fuck that pretty little face?” He asked, naturally receiving no answer since she couldn’t talk, already struggling to don’t choke on his thick cock while the other two kept pushing her toward him.
“Just fuck her face,” Jeno said. “I told you she needs more support.”
When Jaehyun held her up by the hair and started thrusting into her mouth she felt her body go limp into their hold. The pleasure of being stimulated everywhere got to her mind, making her body shake into their holds and her brain shut down little by little.
“You’re so good at this, I can’t believe you fooled us for so long,” Jeno said, smacking her ass, making her whimper.
“Do it again,” Jaemin moaned, rolling his head back when she clenched around him, “she loves it.”
“Oh, does she?" Jeno asked, smirking as his hand met her ass again in a loud smack. “Look at you,” he teased with a mocking tone, his big hand still roaming on the skin of her ass, “never thought I’d say this, but you look so pretty stuffed with cocks. Don’t you?” He teased, moving his hand to touch her spit-streaked chin where Jaehyun was still slamming against, and smearing the mess around instead of wiping it away.
“She does,” Johnny moaned, nails digging deeper into the flesh of her waist. “So vulnerable for us.”
“Fuck, I’m – mmh – not gonna last long,” Jaemin groaned, “you’re squeezing me so tight. You love this, don’t you? Love having your little ass fucked hard. Shit, never thought you’d let me."
She gasped hard, struggling to breathe again when Jaehyun pulled out of her mouth.
“Has anybody ever fucked you here before?” Jaemin asked.
She shook her head, “N-no, nobody.”
“Fuck, baby, your first time? And you’re already so good.”
She wanted to answer something but Jaehyun started fucking her mouth once again, making her eyes roll back in pleasure as she could feel another orgasm approach.
“Shit,” Johnny moaned, hips slamming hard up against her, “you’re so cock drunk, look at you. So fucked up I bet you have nothing in your smart brain, do you?”
She whimpered around Jaehyun’s length and they all laughed.
“It’s fine baby, it’s fine,” Johnny cooed, caressing her cheek before his hand slipped down, wrapping around her neck. “You don’t have to think. You just have to let go and trust us.”
She hummed, walls clenching harder when he kept pressing and then letting go around her neck, alternating the flow of air, making her head get even dizzier.
“Fuck, just like this,” Jaehyun moaned when her eyes opened and were rolled back, the view enough to make him groan harder. “Just look pretty for us. Our pretty, precious baby.”
“A pretty babydoll,” Jeno added. “A pretty toy that loves being filled and used by her best friends.”
“Yeah, right, keep clenching. We’re gonna come,” Johnny moaned when, listening to Jeno’s words, her cunt throbbed tighter around them.
She splurted and coughed when her mouth was free once again.
"Come fast, I’m not gonna come in her mouth,” Jaehyun urged, wiping away all the drool on her face.
“Keep – keep going,” she moaned, head falling forward against Johnny’s shoulder. “Feels so good.”
“Gonna fill you up,” Jaemin moaned, grabbing her hair and pushing her flat against his chest. “Do you want it, baby? Do you want my cum?”
“Yeah – yeah, please...”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit,” he cursed, hips slapping more messily against her, “take it, take all my – mmph – my cum,” Jaemin groaned, coming inside of her, cum filling her and triggering her orgasm too.
“Shit,” Johnny moaned, rolling his head back when due to the orgasm she squeezed more around him, “take mine too, come on, want to see you – fuck – full of us.”
Louder moans came out of her mouth when he emptied into her too and they kept fucking her shallowly, stimulating her more.
“God, so good,” Jaemin moaned, pulling out, groaning when his cum dripped out of her gaping ass and fell onto the bedsheets. “Are you okay?” He asked, making circles on the burning skin of her butt with his thumb.
“She is,” Jaehyun huffed, moving to take his place, not giving her time to answer. Not like she could answer anyway, feeling too drowsy. “Come on, you had your fun.”
“Damn, why are yall so greedy,” he huffed, stepping to the side to leave him room to fuck her too.
She could barely process anything, mind still dazed by the pleasure, and high on the way she was being moved around, Johnny lifting her up to move from underneath her and Jaehyun turning her over.
“Want to fuck you too,” Jaehyun said, spreading her legs more, making more cum spill out of her. “Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back when he sank into her, “your mouth’s good but this – shit – is so much better.”
She moaned, throwing her head back when he grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. “Too much,” she mumbled, eyes opening to find a teasing smirk on Jeno’s face over her.
“Did they break you already?” He asked, mocking her.
“No, mhh, he’s too big.” The words barely came out as her eyes squeezed shut, chest panting as he stretched her out more.
“I’m sure you can take it,” Jaehyun said, starting to move faster and leaning closer to her, pressing her legs closer to her chest, reaching even deeper.
“I’m gonna come,” she screamed, hearing them snicker.
“So soon again?” Johnny teased, placing two fingers under her chin and turning her face around so she could look at him.
“Ye-yeah, ‘s too good,” she replied before feeling another orgasm ripple through her when Jaehyun’s fingers started moving on her clit. Her hips bucked up whether it was because of the pleasure or because she felt it was getting too much, she had no idea.
“Shit,” Jaehyun cursed. “Gonna fill you up, you feel too good, fuck,” he groaned before his orgasm hit too, hips faltering and stilling inside of her as he came hard. “Lord,” he exhaled, smiling and pulling out, “you did so good,” he praised, moving her hair back before standing up and leaving her there, trying to catch her breath, not even understanding anymore who was touching her.
She laid against the mattress, already feeling worn out, when Jeno’s strong hands turned her over.
“Hi, pretty,” he cooed, a sadist smirk on his face as he hovered over her, brushing her hair away from her face, “my turn, now.”
“I – I don’t think I can,” she mumbled, lashes fluttering as her watery eyes adjusted the focus on him.
“Oh, no, honey, I’m sure you’re not so tired,” he said, slipping two fingers inside her sopping wet hole, making her moan, and squeeze her thighs together, but Jeno let out a mocking laugh and pushed them apart again. “I know you destroy yourself when you’re alone, right?” He whispered, leaving small bites on her neck and collarbones while his fingers kept moving in and out. “That’s what you do when you don’t answer our calls, too busy destroying this pretty pussy, yeah? Convincing yourself that your fingers are enough, but you need so much more.”
She shook her head, chest panting harder. “N-no.”
“Oh, noo?” He mocked. “I’m sure you give yourself so many orgasms you can take me,” he growled, pulling his fingers out of her and then turning her around swiftly, making her gasp in surprise. “What, doll? You love my arms, you asked so many questions about my muscles and now you get to see what this body does,” he whispered against her ear, pushing her upper body close to the edge of the bed and arching her back up, right knee planting against the mattress at one side and left feet on the other.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried when he entered her in one go. “I – I thought you were – shit,” she whimpered when he started moving right away, “mmph, thought you were going to fuck my –”
“Your cunt?” He asked, snickering, tugging her hair again. “I thought that too, dreamed about being inside your pussy for a week straight,” he moaned, the other hand holding tight on her waist, “but Jaemin’s right, your ass is – fuck – too amazing to be left alone.”
“Don’t act like you’re not all stretched out already,” Johnny said, thumb wiping away the drool that was dripping from her open mouth. “Jaemin fucked you so well before. You loved it, didn’t you?”
She hummed, shaking her head in approval but barely registering his words, just mumbling ‘yes’ and pleas as Jeno’s hips slammed hard against her ass and his hand held her up by the hair.
“Your ass feels so good,” he moaned, pulling her cheeks apart, her head rolled down if only Johnny didn’t force her up again and cupped her chin to kiss her rough, “but I’m not going to miss out on how your pussy feels,” he said and, before she could even realize he had pulled out, he was already inside of her again, but this time in her pussy.
She mumbled something against Johnny’s lips but Jeno only snorted and said, “it’s fine, honey, it’s fine. Shit, you feel too good. Are all your holes so good? Are you so good at everything?”
“Need to try her mouth,” Jaemin said. “Want to be filled to the brim again, umh?”
“Look at how desperate you are,” Johnny mocked when, as soon as he moved to the side and Jaemin stood in front of her, she pushed her tongue out and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “So eager to give us what we want, you’re such a kind girl.”
“Or maybe she’s just a cock-addict,” Jeno mocked, slapping her ass, making her moan louder. “Is that what you are? Is that what you truly are behind the – fuck – nice, innocent, virgin girl?”
She whimpered, arching her ass more and trying to fuck back against him but another smack followed. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“Mhh, yes – fuck – that’s what I am,” she moaned, throwing her head back, giving Jaemin the chance to block her there as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tapped the tip of his cock against her lips.
“Open up, come on, I know you know how to use that pretty mouth,” Jaemin said, moaning loudly when she opened up and he eased in, feeling the warmth of her mouth.
Her mind almost blanked out when they found a rhythm and pushed in and out of her alternately. Jeno’s thrusts were slightly rougher, while Jaemin seemed almost gentle but still made sure to go all the way in and make her gag at every stroke.
“Say it again,” Jeno ordered, pulling out again and thrusting back into her other hole. “Who are you?”
Jaemin pulled out, making her drool some spit and cough, “I – I’m a cock addict,” she almost screamed when his thrusts started getting faster. “That’s all I am.”
“Aww, she’s turning into a whimpering mess,” Jaehyun cooed when she started sucking Jaemin again since he let her more freedom and enjoyed the way her cheeks hollowed and her eyes tried to stay open and look up at him.
“That’s right,” Jeno moaned, slipping out again to penetrate her cunt again. “She’s being such a perfect doll for us. No thoughts left in that pretty smart brain of yours, fuck,” he groaned. “Just full of how it – fuck – how good it feels to be filled from both ends.”
“You’re sucking so well,” Jaemin praised, moving the hair out of her face and pulling out to let her breathe. “You got Johnny and Jaehyun so hard again, how are you going to fix their little problem another time, umh? You’ll suck their cocks too? Or will let them fill you up again?”
Although he didn’t give her time to answer all those questions, not that she would’ve had a single coherent thought in her brain anyway. Jeno was too good at what he was doing. As wrong and dirty and humiliating that back and forth from her holes was, she found it incredibly hot, and the alternation of stimulation was driving her insane. And sucking on Jaemin’s heavy cock while Johnny and Jaehyun jacked off made her turn into a mess even more.
“Wonna wome,” she mumbled, chocking on Jaemin’s dick.
“Do it, I’m so curious to see how many orgasms we’ll drag out of you tonight,” Jeno chuckled with a smirk on his face. “Will we beat your personal record, sweetie?”
She didn’t answer, only let the pleasure run through her, feeling her body get limper, and if only Jeno’s arm didn’t wrap around her waist and held her up, she would’ve collapsed on the mattress.
“Stay here, I’ve got you,” Jeno whispered, pushing her upper body up and holding her close to his toned chest.
“Hey, I didn’t come,” Jaemin whined.
“I didn’t come either and this is my turn,” Jeno barked back, one hand wrapping around her neck without pressing and the other reaching front to play with her clit.
“No, no, I’m – don’t – shit,” she whimpered, squirming under his touch, body trembling at the stimulation.
“I told you,” he whispered in her ear, “I’ve got you, and I won’t stop until you fall apart in my hands.”
A louder moan escaped her throat at his words, head rolling back and body going slack against him. Doing nothing but taking everything he had to give.
“You can still use your hands, right, pretty?” Johnny asked, jumping on the bed next to them and grabbing her hand, wrapping it around his cock.
“Do they seriously have to guide you?” Jeno mocked when, instead of moving her hands on their dicks, she let them move their hands up and down. “You can do so much better than that,” he encouraged, kissing her neck. “Weren’t you the one always bragging about being able to – fuck – do so many things at once?”
“Yeah, you were so good at studying so many subjects at once, what happened? Can’t use your brain anymore?” Johnny taunted not holding her hand anymore, waiting for her to do it herself and she did, slowly, feeling her arms too tired for that.
“Just like that,” Jaemin moaned, rolling his head back before bringing his eyes back on her. “Look at you, do you even know what you’re doing, baby?”
“How can she when I’m fucking her so well,” Jeno said, quickening the pace on her clit, making her let out broken moans. “Can’t take it anymore, right babe?”
“N-no, I – ugh,” she gave up, not even knowing what to say or what to ask for. It was overwhelming having so many men around to take care of.
“I think she wants more attention on her, isn’t it?” Jaehyun teased, kneeling in front of her to kiss her, her body pressed between his and Jeno’s while Johnny and Jaemin’s hands started roaming on it. She was surrounded, overwhelmed, hands falling slack against her side as she let herself get lulled in bliss and attention. Feeling powerless, but not in a scary way. It was good, weirdly comfortable considering what they were doing.
“Greed has always been one of your flaws,” Johnny grinned, seeing how more relaxed she had gotten as soon as they were all over there, once again not having to do anything but just take.
“Our spoiled girl,” Jaemin teased, grinning before he started sucking her nipple.
But before the moment could last much longer she was bent over again, three cocks in front of her face while her best friends begged her silently to take care of their aching boners.
“You can use your mouth just for a bit,” Jaehyun said, caressing her hair. “Just til we come.”
“Yeah, we promise,” Johnny cooed, “just until we come.”
So she parted her lips and took Jaemin into her mouth, lifting her eyes and relaxing her jaw, telling him to don’t let her do all the job but use her mouth like a fleshlight. Fuck her until they needed to because she had no more strength to suck and do anything else.
And it didn’t take long for him to come in her mouth. “Swallow everything,” he ordered, pulling out to aim at her tongue. “Shit, so good.” And Jaehyun followed soon after, he couldn’t even just stand and watch, he had to jack off as he patiently – not so patiently –waited and after a few minutes inside her warm mouth, he came, spilling down her throat. Johnny barely felt what her mouth felt like, not really caring about it, but just wanting to make a mess on her face. “Close your eyes – fuck – and tongue out,” he ordered and she obeyed, pink muscle sticking out of her swollen lips waiting for his cum that landed everywhere but there basically, painting her face.
“God, finally stopped fucking her mouth,” Jeno groaned, pulling her body up again and kissing her harshly, “want to have her all to myself.”
“That’s not how it works, though,” Jaehyun reminded him.
“You already had your turn, now it’s mine,” he remarked. “Tell them, baby. Tell them you need my cock, come on.”
She felt her body give up and her voice falter but then whispered, “wa-want his cock, need his cock.”
“You heard her,” he groaned, pulling out and flipping her with her back against her mattress, pushing her body back in the middle of the bed. “Come here, legs on my shoulders,” he ordered and when she couldn’t lift them up he grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. “And take my cock,” he groaned when he pushed back inside her pussy. “That’s it. You’re tired, kitty? This is so much more than you bargained for, isn’t it? But you don’t – fuck – you don’t have to do anything but just stay right there and take it.”
She rolled her head back, head getting dizzier at the way his cock was dragging along her insides and his words, his tone, his hands tormenting every inch of her skin until they moved to grab her wrists and pin them over her head.
“Look at the mess you are,” he panted, “there’s nothing of the well-behaved girl we knew, just a – fuck – pretty brainless cum drunk doll,” he cooed, squeezing her cheeks, forcing her lips to part. “That’s it, keep your mouth open for me,” he ordered before spitting on her tongue. “Swallow it,” he groaned. “That’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.” A smirk curled his lips when he felt the way her cunt tightened around him. “You love this so much,” he exhaled between surprise and amusement. “Can’t – fuck – can’t believe we thought you were some kind of virgin vanilla silly girl but noo,” he mocked, forcing her mouth open again by grabbing her chin, “you are a filthy mess,” another blob of spit dripped from his mouth to her. “Don’t swallow,” he ordered, making her furrow as she tried to obey. “Right, keep it there,” he cooed. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this, you’re squeezing me.”
“You’re so gross,” Johnny taunted from the side, getting lost in the sight of her open mouth, and the way her chest was panting so hard while Jeno slammed into her mercilessly. “Yeah, you are,” he hummed when she shook her head. “Bet this is not even everything that turns you on, there’s so much more filth in your little brain.”
“Do you want to swallow it? Want to answer him – fuck – and tell him all you like?” Jeno taunted, smirking when she nodded swiftly. “Do it, swallow my spit.”
“I – Jeno, I can’t take it anymore,” she cried as soon as she could talk again, nails dragging into his back. “No more, I can’t.”
“You didn’t answer him,” he scolded. “Why don’t you tell us another one of your fantasies?”
She groaned, feeling her body burn up in shame and the orgasm keeping her right over the edge. “I don’t – fuck – I don’t have any.”
“Oh, so lying to us again,” he huffed, squeezing her wrists tighter and stopping thrusting into her. “Just one or I won’t let you come.”
“No,” she screamed, eyes snapping open.
“Come on, angel,” Jaemin whispered, caressing her burning cheek, “just one little thing you’d like to try.”
Her lips quivered, looking into his eyes. “I don’t – I don’t have them.”
“Then what was all of this, tonight?” Johnny asked, snickering, hand moving on her clit. “Let’s see if this will make something pop up into your empty brain.”
“No – no – I can’t come,” she cried, writhing under both him and Jeno.
“Then tell us something,” Jaehyun said. “We can make all your dreams come true.”
“I – I – Johnny, please,” she wept, breath faltering and walls squeezing around Jeno’s still cock, making her curse inside her brain.
“You don’t want me to come in your mouth, right? Then stop pretending to be so innocent and tell us what you like,” Jeno ordered, dragging out of her and then slamming inside again. “Oh, and you still can’t come until you tell us.”
“I – I like – I like what we did,” she whimpered, biting her lips when Johnny’s fingers started moving faster on her clit.
“No, no, honey, you’re not getting away with it,” Johnny sang, clicking his tongue.
She whined louder, trying to think about anything and then one thing came into her mind. “I – I think – I want to be – mmph – I want to be filmed,” she whimpered, voice dropping low with every word feeling shame take over once again.
They chortled, looking at each other with a smirk.
“You want to be filmed?” Jaemin asked incredulously, watching as she tried to hide her face but with no success since Jeno was still holding her hands together.
“You don’t even want us to take normal pictures of yourself but you want to be filmed during sex?” Jaehyun asked, eyebrow raised in a furrow but lips curled in a small amused smirk.
“I told you she was hiding so many more secrets,” Johnny chuckled, even if he knew that wasn’t the wildest thing she was into. But who knew, maybe he would’ve had another chance to drag them out of her mind.
“And do you like – fuck – taking videos on your own, princess?” Jeno teased, leaning in more, pressing her legs closer to her chest, seeing how she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“N – no,” she replied breathly, silently begging him to let her come when she found the courage to meet his eyes that were already staring at her.
“No? Don’t set your phone up and use your ring light to get a perfect view of your dripping pussy?”
“I’m sure she does,” Johnny replied instead, fingers still moving on her. “That’s why you never let us close to your phone.”
“You don’t?” Jeno teased when she shook her head, denying it. “Maybe you should – fuck – and send them to us so we don’t – fuck – forget how good your pussy feels.”
“Mhh,” she hummed mindlessly. “Can’t – can’t take it more, please, Jeno, please, let me – mmph – come.”
“Come,” he said, he couldn’t hold it any longer either. “Yes, fuck, squeeze me just like that,” he moaned, going crazy at the way she was clenching around him as she came all over his cock, hips rolling against him and mouth falling open, pleasure getting so much in her head that no sounds came out of there.
“Shit, you do feel good,” he exhaled, leaning closer, resting his forehead against hers as his hips kept fucking in and out lazily riding their orgasms, cum filling her up, mixing with Johnny and Jaehyun’s. “You took us so well,” he whispered, kissing her lips more gently than before and freeing her wrists from his hold.
“Pretty impressive for a first time,” Johnny chuckled, pulling away from her to stand up from the bed and stretch.
“Fuck,” Jeno huffed, rolling next to her, after pulling out, making her cringe at the sensation of their cum dripping down her thighs. “That wasn’t on my do-to list when we planned this holiday.”
“This wasn’t on any of our do-to lists,” Jaemin replied, brushing her hair back and leaving a peck on her lips. “You okay?” He asked, his sweet smile on his face again.
She hummed, smiling weakly, and snuggling close to Jeno that opened his arms, hand caressing her scalp. “Yeah, but I need some water and a wet cloth to clean this mess you made... maybe some food if I find the strength to sit up.”
“Who gets what?” Jaehyun asked, looking at the other two that were already up.
Johnny and Jaemin looked at each other, grinning, “Rock, paper, scissors?”
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Masterlist
Part I
Part II
Part III
↣ warnings: a/b/o dynamics, prime dynamics (prime alphas/omegas; stronger, more dangerous variants), noncon/dubcon (the relationship later turns consensual, but it starts out with kidnapping and a/b/o can blur the consent lines), enemies to lovers, villain!katsuki, some yandere tones, kidnapping, captivity, corruption, breeding, heats, ruts, knots, mating, claiming, bonding, possessive actions, clawing, biting, choking, belly-bulges, bruising, blood, too much fucking purring, a lot of praise, some degradation, hair pulling, size difference, creampies and cum galore
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At Your Service, Baby / Minsung Smut (18+)
Summary / It's Valentine's Day, and Jisung and Minho want to do something very special for you. But, it's not exactly what you excepted on such a romantic day...
Pairings / (Switch) Han Jisung + (Switch) Lee Minho + (F) Reader
Word Count / 8.8K
Warnings / Crossdressing, Threesome, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, Spanking, Humiliation, Roleplay, Rough Sex, Cum Eating, Anal Play, Rimming, Blowjobs, Face Fucking, Hard Domination,
How'd you always end up like this?
You've been thinking just that, but it was far too late to back out now. Jisung and Minho were already waiting for you in the kitchen—both dressed in the most erotic outfits yet: miniskirts with a thigh-high stockings on both sides, showing off their long legs; with tight tops that revealed enough skin to make your mouth water... And they were wearing panties underneath them.
They looked so hot standing there side by side, all smiles as if inviting you into some kind of advanced porn game.
Standing awkwardly by the front door, you felt yourself getting wetter at the thought, wondering what exactly they had planned. You could tell how much time they took putting everything together—the clothes, makeup, jewelry—this wasn't an ordinary prank. The guys must've spent hours preparing these outfits for today's special event. It made you wonder why they chose this particular day. But then again, when would be better than Valentine's Day?
"...Happy Valentine's," You mumbled with uncertainty, closing the distance between you and them slowly. "What are you guys doing?"
Jisung was the first to turn around, his face lighting up so bright that he might as well have been glowing. The rich, brown hair framing his head glistened under the lights hanging overhead, while his eyes sparkled like shining crystals beneath the black eyeliner. He reached forward and grabbed hold of one of your hands, before bringing it up to rest against his cheek.
His lips curved upward slightly in a smile, revealing perfectly white teeth.
"We wanted to make this a surprise, but I guess you came home earlier than we expected." Minho explained, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest. A smirk appeared across his handsome features. "And for the record, I'd never wear this outfit without that little brat annoying me every second of the damn day..."
Your heart raced inside your chest as you watched them carefully, trying not to give away any signs of nervousness. Their smiles grew wider, and soon you couldn't help but notice each other's gaze lingering longer than necessary.
The heat in the room rose steadily, until it seemed impossible to ignore anymore. Even though you knew full well where this was leading, you still hesitated. You didn't know whether or not you should go along with whatever they had planned. As much as you enjoyed spending time with them, you also found them incredibly intimidating.
This whole situation had grown more complicated than you originally anticipated, which only added to your anxiety. But no matter what happened, you promised yourself you wouldn't regret it afterward. No way did you want to come to terms with having missed out on such an amazing opportunity. Not after everything they'd done for you lately. If they wanted to play dress up and seduce you, you decided, then you'd let them. At least once. After all, they deserved a reward for being so sweet and thoughtful.
Minho looks at you expectantly, his eyebrows raised high above his forehead.
With a deep breath, you finally gave in to their charm, allowing Jisung to pull you close. You closed your eyes briefly and breathed him in deeply. There was nothing sweeter than the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural body odor. When you opened your eyes again, he smiled softly down at you as you leaned closer toward his face, placing another soft kiss upon his lips.
It was short, barely even worth calling a kiss, but you savored it anyway, since it meant so much coming from someone who treated you like gold. You pulled back and stared into his beautiful dark chocolate orbs, smiling shyly.
"My original plan was for us to cosplay as maids and serve you breakfast in bed," Jisung started, looking somewhat embarrassed. "...but Minho here doesn't seem to enjoy that idea very much."
He gestured towards Minho, whose face instantly flushed a bright beet red.
"H-Hey! Agreeing to do this is fucking humiliating enough!" He blurted out quickly, turning away and facing the sink. "I'm not about to do it in a frumpy old uniform..."
You couldn't help but chuckle at Minho's sudden outburst, finding it incredibly adorable for some reason. Slowly, you stepped away from Jisung and walked over to stand beside Minho, resting your hand lightly atop his shoulder.
"Don't worry, babe," You said soothingly, running your fingers through his messy brown locks. "I think you look good as anything—"
A glare flashed across Minho's expression as he spun around to face you. For a brief moment, you were worried he might be angry, but instead he just smirked wickedly.
"—even dressed like a girl?"
You laughed aloud at his comment, feeling the tension dissipate from your shoulders. Afterwards, you tilted your head curiously, studying his attire.
The miniskirt he wore covered his entire legs, except for his knees and ankles, leaving most of his skin exposed. While the top part of his shirt clung tightly to his torso, showing off his muscular physique underneath. It was cut low, exposing several inches of his smooth stomach, making your mouth water as you imagined licking his abs clean.
And despite the fact that the skirt fell to his thighs, the tight material hugged his ass nicely. Combined with the makeup on his face in both ears, it made him look like a sex god straight out of an erotic fantasy novel.
The effect was downright mesmerizing.
As if reading your thoughts, Minho glanced down at himself, smirking devilishly before moving his body into a seductive pose. He spread one leg slightly apart from the other, bending forward so that he could rest his hands against either side of a small table in front of him. Then, slowly—so very, very slowly—he began to sway back and forth.
The movement caused his panties to ride up over the backs of his thighs, giving you an unobstructed view of what lay beneath them: His bare cheeks were glistening wetly between his legs. You couldn't help but imagine how they'd taste; would feel under your tongue...
"I think she likes it," Minho teased, watching your reaction through narrowed eyes. "You want some more? Huh?"
"Look at her!" He continued, grinning wickedly. "She's practically drooling."
That snapped you out of your trance, and you found yourself blushing furiously. But then, you saw Jisung smile. A genuine, warm grin, not directed at anyone else or anything specific, just for fun. That simple gesture warmed something inside you, and you smiled back. Suddenly, a blush crept onto your cheeks, and you couldn't resist giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Thank you both," You murmured, stepping forward and wrapping your arms loosely around each of their necks. "This really means a lot to me. Thank you."
"Don't thank us yet," Jisung replied, leaning down and kissing your temple gently. "We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet."
With a wink, he pointed towards the bedroom door, and you followed his gaze. Your heart skipped a beat, as you saw the large amounts of decorations spread throughout the room. Candles lit every corner of the space, casting shadows on walls and floors alike while creating a romantic ambiance that filled your lungs with oxygen. They weren't scented candles; you could smell something different burning in the air. Something spicy. Like cinnamon or nutmeg? Or maybe cloves...? Whatever it was, it smelled divine.
When you reached the doorway, you stopped dead in your tracks. On the far side of the room, against one wall was a huge red heart, hung by ribbons along the ceiling. In front of it stood a small table, laden with all sorts of freshly bought sex toys. From vibrators to dildos, butt plugs to cock rings, there was no end to the variety of items scattered across the surface.
Your eyes widened in surprise, but then they narrowed as you noticed a pair of handcuffs hanging next to them. Beside those was another box, this time full of restraints. Ropes and chains, leather straps and metal cuffs. All designed for bondage play.
"...Woah, woah, wait a minute," You whispered, glancing between the two men. "Is this all for me?"
Both Jisung and Minho nodded silently, still holding you close. You looked back and forth between them again, unable to fathom how such an elaborate setup had been put together without your knowledge. Such dedication must have taken days to set up. And the thought of what these guys would've done during that whole time left you breathless.
You shook your head slowly, clearing it of any lingering doubts. This wasn't just a bunch of random objects thrown haphazardly into the same place—they'd planned this meticulously. Everything here had meaning, everything was meant to make sure you enjoyed yourself thoroughly. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so you settled for smiling widely and burying your nose into their necks.
"Oh my god..." You breathed softly, shaking your head in disbelief. "How can I possibly thank you both enough for this?"
Minho snickered lowly, squeezing you tighter. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas about how you can repay us~"
His suddenly hand slid down your body, cupping your rear and lifting you up slightly. Without missing a beat, Jisung began to follow suit, playfully grabbing the your other cheek and pulled you closer to him. As soon as your bodies touched, you felt his erection press firmly against your lower stomach through his skirt. You moaned softly, biting your lip and trying not to squirm under the pressure.
The moment lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed much longer. Both men were breathing heavily, and their lips were mere centimeters apart. Their gazes locked, neither willing to give away anything more than they already had. At last, Minho leaned away slightly, and pressing his forehead against yours.
"Happy Valentine's Day, darling," He said huskily, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. "Make sure you make good use of this, because I'm never doing this again..."
Minho gave you a light smack on the ass, which caused you to let out a soft gasp. The sound echoed off the walls, making you feel like you should probably take some deep breaths to calm down. Instead, you bit your lip hard, feeling your arousal growing stronger by the second. When you finally broke eye contact with them, you turned around quickly to face the bed. It was covered in rose petals, and several plush pillows lay piled at its foot.
A single red candle sat in a glass holder on top of a silver tray beside the bed.
It took a lot of willpower, but you managed to look back at Jisung and Minho, you found them staring intently at you from opposite sides. It made your skin crawl, especially since they were looking so smug about it.
"Y-You both gonna pay for that," You mumbled, glaring at them. "I'll get my revenge on somehow!"
Jisung laughed lightly, reaching up to tuck a stray lock behind your ear. "What are you going to do? Spank us—"
You cut him off quickly, doing exactly what he suggested. Before either of them could react, you smacked both sharply on the ass simultaneously. Each of their cheeks burned beneath your palm, but you knew you couldn't stop now. With a triumphant grin, you dropped your hands, and walk confidently towards the table where all the toys rested.
There were too many options, and you wanted to try everything before deciding what suited you best. After picking up several items and setting them aside, you picked up the first toy you laid hands on: a black rubber dildo with a suction cup base. You smiled, admiring its smooth curves and perfectly tapered tip. Then, you glanced around the room once more. There had to be something else...
After a quick search, you came upon an open drawer near the bedside table and immediately went to work rummaging through it. Inside, you discovered a collection of various lubes and oils. Most were clear, but you spotted a few different colors mixed in amongst them. One particularly caught your attention: pink.
A bright shade of bubble gum, almost fluorescent.
Suddenly, a smile spread across your face, and you scooped it up. Holding it carefully between your fingers, you carried it over to the bed. Once there, you sat down cross-legged, taking care not to spill any of its contents. You placed the bottle beside you and began removing the cap. Once it was free, you took a whiff, inhaling deeply. Sweet and fruity, just as advertised.
Your heart skipped a beat when you realized how strong it smelled. Glancing back at the men, who were watching curiously from the foot of the bed, you lifted one finger and gestured for them to join. They obliged without hesitation; their eyes wide and eager.
When they arrived by your side, you watched them closely, gauging their reactions to whatever you decided on using first. Jisung was the first to reach the edge of the bed, and kneeling down submissively. His eyes met yours briefly, then flicked downwards to stare at the bottle in your hand. You giggled quietly; he clearly liked the idea of being used as a human sex doll.
He'd be perfect if that's what you wanted tonight... but somehow, something told you otherwise. It wasn't quite time yet. The right moment would come soon enough—you had no doubt about that whatsoever.
Minho arrived next, his expression more neutral than Jisung's. He too knelt before the bed, though unlike Jisung, Minho didn't look nervous. Instead, he looked determined. Like he knew exactly what was going to happen here tonight. And maybe he did. Maybe this was all part of some plan. If so, you couldn't wait to see where it went.
But for now, you needed him to do one thing: and with one look, he obeyed.
Smirking knowingly, Minho grabbed a hold of Jisung's arm and pulled. Your boyfriend stumbled forward slightly, his mouth falling open. Then, he fell flat onto the floor. Without another word or even a glance in your direction, Minho climbed atop him, straddling his waist. With an easy motion, he grasped Jisung's wrists above his head, pinning them against the mattress behind him.
In less time than it takes to blink, the older boy's mouth was pressed against the younger's neck. He nipped gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the young man below him. Jisung whimpered softly, struggling to move his limbs. But Minho held tight, forcing himself into the kiss instead.
It didn't take long before the rest of Jisung's resistance disappeared completely, leaving him limp and weak beneath Minho. You enjoyed the sight immensely, watching the pair passionately kissing and sucking on each other. You'd always wondered if it would ever happen—if you could really see these two sharing a sexual experience together. And here it was, unfolding right before your very eyes.
"Good boys." You murmured approvingly, leaning forward to run your tongue along the underside of the dildo. "Now we can play..."
Minho pulled away from Jisung abruptly, gasping for air as he looked back at you. He licked his lips hungrily, crawling towards you on all fours. As he approached, you reached out and ran your hands through his hair, tugging lightly to pull his head closer to you. When he leaned in obediently, you planted soft kisses on the side of his jawline.
He moaned softly, and you smiled affectionately. This is what you wanted. These are the kind of things that turned you on most of all. The thought of dominating someone like this, making them submit to your every desire, made you feel powerful. More dominant, almost. So much more confident in yourself than you ever had been before.
And it felt good.
You gripped the base of the dildo tightly, feeling it pulse against your palm. Its smooth surface glistened with a sheen of moisture, and you found yourself licking your lips unconsciously. The way it tasted seemed to intensify further whenever you touched it. Almost as if it called out to you, begging for release.
The urge to give in finally overcame you, and you unceremoniously tossed the toy aside. Leaving it for later use, you moved your attention to Minho again. Grabbing his chin firmly in one hand, you forced his gaze up to meet yours.
His cheeks flushed red immediately, but he remained silent. However, a smirk crossed his lips when his eyes caught the sight of your inner thigh. There, nestled inside the confines of your skirt, lay the object of his desires. A single fingertip traced lazy circles around it, teasingly circling the sensitive skin surrounding it.
You gasped loudly, closing your eyes momentarily in blissful anticipation.
"Oh~? What's this?" He asked teasingly, his voice deep and raspy. "Jisung, I think our girlfriend needs some help... "
Jisung still seemed glazed over by Minho's ministrations, but quickly shook off his stupor. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the way you were staring at him. Wanting desperately to please you, he too crawled forward, kneeling beside you once again. Your gaze drifted upwards slowly as he did, following the curve of his jawline and the line of his throat. It wasn't until he brought his chin closer to your own, that you finally noticed what he was offering. His soft, pale pink tongue peeked out slightly to wet his bottom lip.
Without hesitation or thought, you leaned forwards and captured it within your mouth. At first, you merely tasted the sweet flavor lingering on his lips, but gradually, you felt his warm, moist tongue pressing against the inside of your mouth. Soon enough, it was sliding against yours, exploring every inch of your oral cavity. You moaned lightly, savoring the sensation of having another person's body pressed against yours like this.
You had never done anything with someone else before, let alone kissed. So to have such a large part of yourself shared with somebody else, made you feel incredibly vulnerable. But also excited and curious, wanting to learn more about this new facet of sexuality. The tip of his tongue brushed against your teeth, making you suckle on it gently. Instinctually, you wrapped both hands around the back of his head, pulling him closer.
The warmth radiating through your chest grew stronger, almost painful.
Not wanting to give Jisung too much attention, you pulled away suddenly, looking up at him. He blinked several times in confusion, but eventually smiled widely. Leaning forwards once more, you quickly capture Minho's lips between your own.
He responded eagerly, moaning softly into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your neck. This time, he didn't try to force any dominance. Instead, he simply allowed you to control everything, allowing himself to be led wherever you wanted.
This went on for quite awhile, kissing them both fervently while they stroked your inner thighs, but not quite daring to touch you anywhere else. Eventually, though, curiosity got the better of you, causing you to pull back and look at the two men. They were panting heavily now, barely able to catch their breaths. Their eyes met yours briefly before turning away shyly, avoiding eye contact entirely.
"So," You said, breaking the awkward silence. "Should I go ahead and take my clothes off...?"
"Nope. That's our job." Minho grinned cheekily, sitting up and straddling your waist.
Before you knew what was happening, he grabbed hold of the hem of your shirt and yanked it up. Your breasts bounced free of its confines, jiggling freely. With one hand, he reached up and cupped your breast firmly, squeezing it roughly. The fabric of your bra strained uncomfortably under his firm grip.
You gasped aloud, arching your back instinctively. But Minho only laughed, shaking his head. "You're just gonna let me do this, huh...? Don't worry, baby; I'm not going to hurt you..."
His fingers sunk under the edge of your lace-covered bra cup, brushing against your hard nipple. You bit your lip anxiously, trying to hide how aroused you already were feeling. A low groan escaped your parted lips as he began rubbing your sensitive nub, eliciting a small whimper from you.
But even then, you weren't ready to stop him. You closed your eyes tight as he teased you, letting out a few quiet mewls when he pinched your stiff bud. Allowing yourself to relax somewhat, you focused on the sensations he was creating rather than thinking about where things might lead. It wasn't long after that, that you secretly started moving your hand beneath his miniskirt.
The material felt soft and silky against your fingertips but it also had an odd texture from all of the sweat in there; almost like silk chiffon or something similar. Even the color seemed strange somehow: deep purple with gold thread woven through it for decoration...and yet still very feminine at the exact same time.
Slowly, you slid your palm up along his smooth leg, reaching his muscular thigh. Once there, you hooked your index finger underneath his panties and tugged downwards, forcing the material down further. Inch by inch, it slipped lower and lower, until finally it fell into place around his ankles. He didn't seem bothered by this, though he did look over towards you curiously once the fabric came loose enough to reveal more of what lay below them.
Exposing his thick cock, which was already fully erect despite how little attention he'd given himself so far today. His balls were hanging low too, dangling between two prominent testicles that looked heavy even before they began to swell. Your gaze followed their path downward, taking in every detail as you took note of everything that made him unique. From his broad chest and shoulders to his muscled thighs and calves, right down to his feet and toes – each one just as handsome as the rest of him. And now, thanks to the pantie removal, you could see why.
"Wow. Is it always like that?" You asked breathlessly, watching as he stroked his hard dick slowly while staring back at you. "It's huge..."
Minho chuckled softly, nodding in reply. ""Depends, I guess. Sometimes, yeah... sometimes not so much—"
With a sudden loud gasp, he slammed forward and buried his face into your neck. A hard smack fell upon his behind as he let out another moan, muffled only slightly by your skin. This quickly turned into several smacks, stinging lightly across his cheeks and making him squirm in pleasure. But soon enough, the unknown hitting stopped completely, leaving you confused.
You glanced back at Jisung, seeing a satisfied look on his face.
"That's what you get for roughing me up earlier~!" He declared cheerfully. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous."
Minho growled lowly, clearly displeased.
Jisung merely laughed again, leaning forwards to kiss him gently on the lips. The older male resisted for a moment, but eventually relented. Their tongues met briefly, both men moaning quietly at the sensation, before pulling away.
"Now, hold still," Jisung ordered, suddenly grabbing Minho's butt without warning. He gave the other man a playful swat, earning himself a sharp yelp from above. "I want to have some fun with you first..."
The sound slurping filled the air next, followed closely by wet slapping noises. You watched in awe, unable to tear your gaze off of Jisung's mouth as it glided smoothly over Minho's ass crack. Soon enough, however, the sight grew too arousing to handle anymore, causing you to start shifting uncomfortably.
As if sensing your discomfort, Minho raised his head from your shoulder and left little pecks on either side of your jawline instead. One landed directly onto your cheekbone, sending tingles shooting throughout your entire body and eliciting a small squeak from within you. Another trailed down your throat, lingering on your chin before sliding down your neck and landing on your collar bone. They tickled pleasantly, making you giggle loudly.
"Oh man," Jisung breathed, grinning widely at both of you. "So hot~! Now it looks like we've got ourselves a little exhibitionist here!"
"Shut up, idiot." Minho snorted dismissively.
Your heart skipped a beat when Jisung turns to you, flashing his perfect smile. "Hey, Y/N? Mind helping me out a bit?"
His question surprised you, prompting you to turn to him quizzically. "Uh... sure?"
"Just spread him out a little wider for me, would ya'?"
Reluctantly, you reach under the skirt once more, pushing it upwards slightly. For a brief moment, you freeze in surprise, taken aback by how much space there really is beneath it. There must be at least six inches of free area, allowing you to easily slip your hands inside and grip his firm thighs.
With trembling fingers, you grab hold of his knees and pull them apart, revealing the entirety of his gorgeous bubble butt. It jiggled happily as he moved, enticing you to stroke your hand over its surface. Slowly, you drag your fingertips against his flesh, admiring how soft yet plump it felt. All the while, Jisung continued sucking and licking at Minho's hole, occasionally slipping his tongue inside. When you heard a moan escape from him, you couldn't help yourself any longer.
Gently, you placed your palms flat atop his cheeks, spreading them open wide. Then, ever-so carefully, the cold air brushed against his sensitive entrance, causing him to groan in response. You stared intently, watching as the tip of Jisung's pinky finger slid along his puckered ring, teasingly rubbing it. Minho moaned louder than before, eyes rolling backwards in blissful agony.
Your own breathing quickened, growing heavier as you became entranced by this erotic show. You could feel something stirring deep within you, causing your core to clench tightly. In no time, you were panting heavily, struggling to keep control over yourself.
A few moments passed until finally, Jisung withdrew his digit entirely. His face was flushed red now, looking incredibly pleased with himself. Before long, he slipped back two digits into Minho, pumping them rapidly in and out.
At the same time, his thumb began circling around the rim of his opening, massaging his prostate. The combination of sensations made Minho cry out sharply, arching his hips upward towards Jisung's mouth.
"Fucking hell... quit it, Jisung, just quit it," Minho begged, his face completely red.
But the older boy didn't stop. Instead, he kept going, using his index finger to slide up alongside his middle one, stretching him even further. Minho grunted in pain every single time that happened - so much so, in fact, that you thought he might actually pass out. Yet somehow, he managed to endure all of it, whimpering softly whenever his dick wasn't being licked or sucked on.
Every now and then, you'd catch glimpses of Jisung's tongue moving across the underside of his shaft, coating it thoroughly in saliva. By the look on his face, the taste alone seemed to make him salivate profusely; you knew very well that he wouldn't mind getting a good dicking after such an act.
Eventually, Jisung came to a halt, withdrawing his digits from Minho's asshole altogether. You glanced between him and the younger guy curiously, wondering what was about to happen next. However, the answer soon arrived: Jisung glanced at you again, smiling warmly at you, almost signaling you to get involved. You gulped audibly, but nodded obediently anyway.
"Minho, suck Jisung off for a minute," You mumbled quietly, trying not to let your voice waver. "Do it real slow though, alright? I wanna watch."
"What!? No fucking way, I'm not—"
Before he can protest anymore, you take a turn to smack his bare ass with your open palm, silencing him instantly. A cold expression instantly crosses your features as you continue spanking him lightly, watching his cheeks darken in color. After several slaps, he whines softly under his breath, turning redder and redder.
"Just do it," You demand harshly. "Or else..."
You pause for effect, letting his words hang in the air.
He hesitates only briefly before nodding weakly, muttering an apology. The words seemed to hit home, making you smirk triumphantly. With a sigh, Minho looks up at Jisung pleadingly. The younger boy merely smirked down at him, reaching forward to grasp his chin. As soon as their skin touched, Minho went stiff all over, looking utterly terrified. Not that it mattered; he knew what came next.
"You heard the lady," Jisung said firmly. "Suck me off, or she'll give you another round of her hand..."
Slowly, Minho slipped himself off your lap and onto the bed beside you, kneeling upright. He looked absolutely petrified, practically shaking with nerves. But still, he did as instructed, taking Jisung's cock in his mouth without hesitation.
It was a very sensual thing to watch, especially when coupled with the sounds coming from Minho's mouth. He hummed appreciatively as he licked and sucked at Jisung's dick, moaning louder whenever he took the tip deep within his throat. Meanwhile, Jisung couldn't help but massage his scalp, occasionally letting go of Minho long enough to run his fingers through the short hair.
Soon, however, the sound of sucking turned into an audible slurp. At first, you were worried that maybe Minho had choked on the thicker part of Jisung's dick, but after a second or two passed without any signs of distress, you realized the truth: he'd just taken the entire length into his throat. Deciding to reward him a little, you pour some lube onto the dildo from earlier and smear it around the base, preparing to shove the toy inside his asshole.
Minho must've sensed what was happening, because his breathing changed dramatically. His lips began bobbing faster, and you could hear his jaw creaking as he tried desperately to hold Jisung's girthy shaft in place. Although, the younger didn't seem bothered by the tightness, instead groaning in pleasure and urging Minho to take more.
And so, you did. You pushed the fake cock past the entrance to Minho's anus, eliciting a loud grunt from the brunette boy. Then, once again, you smacked his butt. This time, however, you used your hand rather than your open palm, slapping the round flesh roughly. Immediately, Minho cried out, causing his gag reflexes to kick in. That only lasted for a moment, however, as he quickly recovered and resumed licking.
"Fuch yeah! Take my dick, slut!" Jisung growled, thrusting his hips upwards slightly. "That's right, keep swallowing it like a good little whore... don't worry if you choke on it either, I got plenty left to go."
He spoke true too; judging by how much spit was covering the head of his penis, there was no doubt in your mind that this would be a long session. Still, you weren't complaining. Watching Jisung roughly fuck Minho's face while moaning loudly made you feel hot in places you never thought possible. It also gave you ideas, which is why you decided to help him along a bit.
Pumping the toy harder and faster now, the movements quickly turned into a frenzy. Soon, they became almost violent, prompting Minho to start gasping heavily every few seconds. And yet, he never stopped sucking, keeping his eyes trained on Jisung's groin. Every time the older male moved, Minho reacted instinctively, moving his head in tandem to follow suit.
Each time the toy touched his prostate, Minho let out a cry of ecstasy, earning him more slaps on the rear. But even with those punishments, Minho still refused to pull away. If anything, his actions grew increasingly desperate, his tongue flicking rapidly against Jisung's cockhead until finally...
Minho moaned lowly in response, continuing to lap hungrily at his dick. But despite the warning, it wasn't enough to stop Jisung from shooting ropes of sticky semen directly down his gullet. For a moment, Minho simply swallowed everything he could get, struggling to fit it all down his throat.
However, when Jisung started pumping his load again, the brunette suddenly coughed hard, splashing droplets across his face and chest.
Still, he kept doing it anyway, drinking every drop Jisung had to offer. Even then, he continued sucking, refusing to move until he felt the last of his seed drip down his chin. By the end, his mouth looked absolutely glazed over, as though he hadn't been able to breathe properly since the beginning.
The sight alone made your head spin, watching him devour another man's semen like a pro. But then, you noticed something else: Jisung wasn't finished yet. Instead of pulling back, he kept going. He continued fucking Minho's mouth relentlessly, his hips buckling and jerking erratically as he spewed rope after rope of jizz directly into his moist cavern. By the end, Jisung managed to shoot five full loads right down Minho's throat; each one of them coated the insides of his cheeks, making him look like a gluttonous pig.
"Mmph..." The brunette coughed, swallowing hard. It looked painful, but Minho remained silent, too overcome with lust to care about the discomfort.
"Good job, Minho," you complimented, patting his behind fondly. "I think you deserve a reward for that."
You reached between his legs, grasping the base of the dildo once again and beginning to slide it out of his ass. With each movement, you could feel his sphincter tighten up around the rubber phallus, preventing it from leaving its snug prison. When at last you removed the toy entirely, Minho moaned loudly, wiggling his hole and rubbing it clean with both hands.
"A-Ahhh..." He exhaled deeply, looking exhausted. "Fuck... you both are fucking insane..."
Ignoring his comment, you turn him over onto his back. Once again, he doesn't resist, letting you lift his knees apart before positioning yourself above his waist. Now free to see exactly what happened, you can clearly make out the outline of dildo through Minho's stretched rectum. A small trickle of fluid trickles down the front of his thighs, suggesting that there might be some lingering traces of lube left inside.
Still, the sight is undeniably arousing, especially since it comes just moments after seeing Minho eat Jisung's entire load without batting an eye. Seeing this, you decide to push things further. After removing the remaining lubricant from your fingers, you smear them across Minho's asshole, spreading the slippery substance liberally.
Minho groans softly when you press your thumb against his puckered ring, pushing gently until his anus opens fully. Without warning, you plunge two digits deep within his body, causing him to gasp audibly. As soon as you do, Jisung begins to laugh heartily – probably because he knows what's coming next. You're not sure if he planned it or was simply lucky, but either way, he gets to watch as you continue plunging your fingers into Minho's tight guts.
"Oh fuck... yesss..." Minho whimpers, arching his back and writhing beneath you. "More... please, more~"
As tempting as it sounds, however, you don't have any intention of stopping here. In fact, you plan on continuing until your hand feels completely numb. That said, you also know that Mino won't want to take anymore than three fingers. At least, not until he has recovered from the intense anal stimulation. So, instead, you remove your other hand from his crotch and begin stroking his length, coaxing him towards climax with long, firm strokes.
It takes several minutes before Minho reaches the edge, moaning loudly while thrusting his hips upwards. Finally, though, his orgasm hits, sending waves of pleasure rippling throughout his frame. Unlike Jisung's earlier release, Minho's ejaculation isn't so powerful. Still, the sheer volume is impressive nonetheless.
Just as you suspected, the first few shots spray high in the air, landing on his stomach and chest. Soon, however, his cock starts pumping out thicker streams of cum, covering his torso and face with sticky strands. Warm tears spill from his eyes, mixing with the gooey mess coating his features.
"Ngh... nnngahh..." Minho pants, shuddering violently. "T-Too much..."
He looks utterly spent, his muscles trembling uncontrollably under his skin. Your only concern now is whether he'll survive the aftermath of such intense anal play, but judging by the amount of cum still leaking out of his slit, you suspect he will be fine.
"We're not done yet," you tell him, reaching down and scooping up a large dollop of his seed with your finger. "The main event hasn't even started."
With that, you bring your dripping fingertip to his lips, forcing him to open wide.
Then, using the tip of your digit, you paint Minho's tongue with his own sperm. His reaction is immediate, opening his mouth wider and sticking out his tongue eagerly, allowing you to coat it thoroughly. When you finally stop, you wipe away the rest of the excess with your palm, then stand up and lean over him, offering him a final kiss.
This time, Minho accepts readily, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pulling you close. For several seconds, you remain like this, kissing passionately, reveling in the intimacy. Eventually, you pull back and look at each other, grinning.
Jisung pouts at the gesture, wanting attention too. You quickly sense this, and pull him down onto his back along side Minho. The two boys immediately start making out again, their tongues meeting hungrily, slobbering all over one another's faces. It seems they've already forgotten about the third member present, which suits you perfectly well.
Instead, you take the time to remove the rest of your clothes, discarding them carelessly aside. Only once you're naked do you climb between Jisung's legs first, licking up every drop of semen from his softening shaft. While you lick him clean, you let your hands roam freely over his smooth abs and toned pecs, feeling how hard he truly is beneath his skin.
The crop top leaves little room for doubt: Jisung is built like a Greek god, his muscled form nothing short of perfect. You could spend hours worshipping him, worshiping everything about his body; his strong limbs, his muscular thighs, his chiseled ass – but unfortunately, the more important part of him remains covered.
Thankfully, you don't need to wait very long. Within mere minutes, Jisung's dick springs free from its hiding place inside his panties. He gasps as you reach down, grasping it firmly in your hand. With just a single stroke, you send a jolt through his entire body, eliciting an adorable whimper from the boy.
"Mm... I'm sorry." Jisung blushes hotly, looking embarrassed. "Didn't think you'd do me first..."
You smile affectionately. "Nonsense! You deserve better than that."
Then, without further ado, you lower yourself down atop his erect shaft. As soon as the head touches against your entrance, you cry out in surprise. Even after having sex countless times, it never gets easy, does it?
But somehow, you manage to relax your muscles enough to accommodate Jisung's girth. And despite how aroused he was moments ago, you can feel him tense up as you sink deeper onto him, inch by glorious inch. By the time you are fully impaled upon him, you both moan simultaneously.
"Ah!" Jisung moans, gripping handfuls of your hair. "Ohhh... fuck, Y/N..."
Your heart swells at those words. They sound so sweet coming from him. Slowly, carefully, you begin to rock your hips. You have no idea if what you're doing feels good or not, but it certainly doesn't hurt, either. In fact, given how sensitive Jisung is, you find it quite enjoyable. Before long, you're moving faster and harder, riding him like a wild stallion. The sensation of his hot flesh sliding in and out of yours is intoxicating, leaving you panting breathlessly.
As pleasurable as your coupling may be for you two, however, there's someone else who clearly enjoys the show far more. Minho has been watching silently, eyes glued to the action on display before him.
Now, though, his gaze turns towards you, staring intently. Seeing him watch you make love to Jisung makes something deep within you stir. Something primal and powerful.
You give him a show worthy of any porn star, thrusting your hips wildly while moaning loudly. You know it sounds silly, but you also enjoy knowing Minho is getting off to your performance. That knowledge alone adds fuel to the fire burning inside you, causing you to move even faster.
Soon, you're slamming into Jisung with such force that your breasts bounce lewdly above your chest. Your nipples ache intensely, begging for attention, but you ignore them completely.
After all, right now, your focus lies solely on pleasing Jisung. On giving him exactly what he needs...
The sight of him clutching his sheets desperately is almost too much to bear. Noticing this, you slow down somewhat, taking extra care to grind sensually instead of simply bouncing. Then, when you finally decide to speed up again, you do so gradually, allowing Jisung ample time to adjust to each new movement. Soft pleasured cries escape him, mingling with the wet slapping noises of your pelvis colliding with his own.
His cock twitches underneath you, throbbing urgently.
When he comes undone, his climax causes you to come along with him, your inner walls clenching tightly around his pulsating shaft. For several seconds, you remain still, caught up in the blissful post-coital haze. When you eventually return your attentions to Jisung, you notice he looks positively spent. Exhausted.
The sight of his pale thighs trembling beneath him sends another wave of desire coursing through your veins, making your pussy burn hotter than ever. You've barely finished recovering from one orgasm, only to immediately dive back into the next. It's mind blowing. So incredibly arousing.
A sudden smirk crosses your lips, and you turn your gaze towards Minho. This time, his grin is equal parts amused and lusty.
"I guess it's your turn now, huh?" You purr suggestively, glancing over your shoulder at him. "Well, he's all yours. Just remember: take your time, okay?"
Jisung perks up at these words. "H-Huh? What did you just say...?"
You ignore him, climbing off his waist and letting Minho crawl between them. He gives you an appreciative look, then lowers himself until his face is pressed against Jisung's thigh. The moment their skin connects, you can hear Jisung groan deeply, shuddering slightly.
Minho takes advantage of his partner's weakness, kissing him hungrily. Their tongues entwine together, sloppily fucking each other's mouths. A low growl escapes Jisung's throat, prompting Minho to pull away momentarily.
"Since, you love fucking my mouth so much... I hope you won't mind me fucking that ass of yours" Minho murmurs huskily, spanking Jisung's rump with a loud smack. "Because that's where we're going next."
A scary shiver runs through Jisung, causing him to whimper. However, rather than object or resist, he merely whimpers softly, shifting closer to Minho.
His eyes flick open, meeting yours briefly before closing once again. After a few more light strokes across his butt, Minho slides his hand under Jisung's lower back. With surprising strength, he lifts him up and flips him onto his stomach. Jisung lets out a soft moan of surprise, but otherwise remains silent. Instead, he buries his head into the pillows, trying to hide his flushed cheeks.
You glance between them, unable to stop yourself. Jisung is absolutely gorgeous—his toned body gleaming with sweat, his smooth skin glowing brightly beneath the moonlight streaming in through the window. Meanwhile, Minho's dark hair hangs messily about his shoulders, strands sticking to his damp forehead. Despite being covered by a thin layer of sweat, he looks like some sort of warrior god. And yet, the anger radiating from him is palpable.
Your heart skips a beat upon noticing how hard he's gripping his pillow, fingers digging into its fabric. In fact, he appears ready to break if anyone dares touch him. As tempting as it is to see just how far he'll go, you refrain from touching him. Besides, judging by the way Jisung seems to be enjoying his treatment, it would probably only end badly for both parties involved.
Instead, you watch Minho grab the lube you used earlier, pouring some directly onto Jisung's ass. Then, without warning, he pushes two thick fingers deep into the boy's tight hole.
Jisung moans loudly, arching his back slightly. His entire body shakes from the sensation, even though Minho has only been inside him for a brief amount of time. You bite your lip in anticipation, wondering what will happen next.
But Minho doesn't give you long to ponder such things. Before you know it, he's pushing three fingers into Jisung's asshole, stretching it wide. The roughness makes Jisung cry out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. But despite his discomfort, he does nothing to try and push Minho away. On the contrary; he continues to let him fuck him, moaning helplessly as the fingers continue sliding in and out of his ass.
"You like that, bitch boy?" Minho growls, thrusting harder now. "Do you like getting fucked in the ass by your own boyfriend? Your lover? Does that feel good? Is this what you want?"
This prompts Jisung to sob quietly, biting down on the pillow. Minho smirks at the sound, then begins pumping his fingers faster. Soon enough, his thumb finds its way underneath Jisung's tailbone, rubbing circles around it while he fucks him deeper and deeper. His breathing grows heavier, becoming labored. His dick twitches against his leg, begging to be touched. Yet Minho ignores it entirely, instead continuing to pump his fingers into Jisung's ass.
And then, after several minutes of relentless fingering, something happens.
Suddenly, Jisung stiffens. He cries out sharply, buckling forward slightly. It becomes clear that Minho had pushed too far, forcing Jisung to climax. His eyes roll back in his head, revealing bright whites, and his whole body goes rigid. The moment he comes undone, Minho pulls his fingers free from Jisung's ass, leaving behind a gaping hole. The sight of which causes Jisung to jerk awake, gasping for breath. Immediately, his hips begin moving restlessly, grinding against the sheets.
"Mm..." Jisung mutters weakly, still coming down from his high. "F...Fuck me, please..."
"I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?" Minho says playfully, smacking Jisung's rear again. "Didn't quite catch what you said there."
Jisung blushes furiously, mustering all the courage he can. "...Please. Fuck my ass," He repeats hoarsely, voice trembling. "Make love to it. Please, make me cum. I need it so bad!"
Minho chuckles, grabbing one of his legs and placing it over his shoulder. Without hesitation, he plunges his cock deep into Jisung's anus. For a moment, everything stops. All motion ceases within the room except for Minho's slow, steady thrusts. There's no noise aside from the low murmurings of pleasure escaping Jisung's lips. Even the air feels different somehow, charged with tension. Every second that passes is marked by an electric buzz that fills every inch of space.
You stare, captivated, as Jisung's body contorts. Each thrust brings another gasp or whimper from him, his hands clutching at the blankets tightly. Sweat beads his brow, glistening off of his pale face. A drop falls onto Minho's hand, prompting him to lick it up before continuing.
Then, finally, Jisung reaches his breaking point.
He screams incoherently, arching his back and wrapping his arms around Minho's neck. He throws his head back, exposing his throat, allowing Minho full access. And when he cums, it's unlike anything you've ever seen.
It's not loud. Instead, it's quiet, muffled by the bedsheets.
However, it's powerful enough to cause the mattress beneath them to shake violently. It also shoots through Jisung's entire body, causing him to convulse wildly. It takes nearly ten seconds for the spasms to subside completely, but once they do, Jisung remains frozen in place until he catches his breath.
Unfortunately, Minho doesn't stop fucking him just yet. In fact, if anything, his pace increases significantly. He keeps pounding into Jisung relentlessly, never giving him any reprieve. As much as you'd like to intervene, however, you don't dare interrupt the couple right now. Not unless you wanted to risk ruining their intimate moment together.
So, you remain silent, watching intently as Jisung writhes under Minho's assault.
"Payback's a bitch, huh?" Minho whispers roughly, leaning down close to Jisung's ear. You see his tongue dart out briefly, licking at the shell of Jisung's earlobe. "But, you take my cock so fucking well, baby. I bet you love me stuffing that ass, yeah? Like how I'm doing now?"
"Yes! Fuck yes! Make me yours, Minho! Use my ass! Take whatever you want from it!" Jisung whines, squirming beneath Minho. "Give me more, give me everything you have. Just fuck me!"
Minho laughs loudly, slapping Jisung's butt hard. "Oh, I'll always give you everything I got, babe. Always."
With each word uttered, Minho pounds into Jisung even harder.
His movements become erratic, uncontrolled; he's lost himself inside the heat of the moment. Meanwhile, Jisung moans continuously, moaning in time with Minho's rhythm. They're both getting carried away here—you can tell by the look on their faces alone. Their bodies are flushed red, sweat dripping down their skin.
But most importantly, their expressions reveal nothing but pure bliss.
Until suddenly, Jisung lets out a sharp cry. Instantly, he clamps his mouth shut and freezes mid-moan. Minho looked almost crazed with lust, though, and he continues slamming his dick into Jisung without pause. When he does speak, his words come out thick and slurred:
"Do it. Come on. Cum already."
The next thing you know, Jisung has begun shaking uncontrollably underneath Minho. The sound of his breathing becomes labored, and his eyes roll back once more into his skull. He releases a string of unintelligible sounds, followed shortly thereafter by the unmistakable scent of sex.
And then, just like that, Jisung comes undone.
His orgasm strikes unexpectedly fast, hitting him with such force that he goes rigid. Every inch of his body shakes and trembles, quaking from top to bottom. At the same time, his muscles contract forcefully, squeezing Minho's shaft repeatedly. Hot seed spills freely from his hole, coating Jisung's insides with hot, sticky fluid.
After several long minutes pass, Minho finally pulls his spent cock free of Jisung's abused asshole. For a few moments, all you hear is heavy panting coming from the two boys lying beside you. Then, Jisung rolls onto his side and looks directly at you. With tears streaming down his cheeks, and drool hanging from his lower lip, he gives you an impossibly sweet smile.
"I hope you enjoyed watching us," Jisung says softly.
Your heart melts instantly. "Yeah...it was amazing..." You whisper, unable to find the courage to meet his gaze.
Minho snickers lightly. "Well, I hope you enjoyed our little gift too. Happy fucking V-Day, Y/N..."
Chuckling to yourself, you tightly hug both your boyfriends. You feel safe here with them. More than anything else, this is what you needed today. A reminder that you aren't alone. That there are people who care about you. People you trust and adore. Even though you're still terrified of the future ahead, at least you have these guys to hold tight.
You wish things could stay like this forever, but something told you they wouldn't. Another round of rough sex was bound to hit soon, leaving you feeling completely drained yet satisfied in equal measure. And if tonight proved anything, it was that you'd be ready for whatever came next...
How'd you always end up like this?
—skz’s favorite position
warnings: smut smut smut!! and a bit of eluding to femdom in lix’s section but i think that’s it?
note: technically i should be working on a hyunjin one-shot right now but i am . procrastinating. so here have this
—chan
even though he has his *ahem* moments, i’d say for the most part chan is more on the vanilla side. he’s also pretty sentimental, which means he likes to see your face, so with that in mind i definitely think his favorites are some variation of missionary as well as the butterfly. being able to see the pleasure on your face and know that he’s the cause of it really does it for him. he also just likes to hold you and be close because, again, sentimental. although another one his of his favorites is doggy, because i can assure you this man has a thing for ur ass <3
—minho
while i definitely think minho is open to trying anything at least once, there’s nothing this man loves more than having you face down ass up. especially likes it when you’re a little squirmy so he has an excuse to pin you down. also a big fan of reverse cowgirl (as long as he can still be in charge of the pace, his grip tight on your hips), because he’s nicknamed “butt hunter” for a reason and nothing can convince me that he’s not an ass man through and through. also thoroughly enjoys fucking you in front of a mirror because he’s lowkey a sadist and thinks you’re cute when you get all embarrassed <3
—changbin
literally any position where he can show off his strength is a favorite for binnie. whether it’s holding you up against the wall or kneeling on the bed and holding you up so you’re supported by nothing but him, changbin loves it all. he loves having you close and being able to kiss you any time he pleases. also might just lost it if you ask him to hold you done and fuck you because, again, he loves showing off how strong he is. but really just knowing that you’re depending on nothing but him to hold you up or down rip and make you feel good….yeah. seo changbin service top agenda.
—hyunjin
the biggest slut for having you ride him. or really just on top of him in any way tbh. bit of a pillow prince because he loves being able to just lie back and watch your pretty face at all times <3 hyunjin also loves the fact that you get so desperate for him you’re willing to fuck yourself on his dick without him having to lift a finger. that’s not to say he won’t lift a finger tho. his hands will definitely be all over you, rubbing your thighs, gripping your hips, playing with your tits <3 he loves having access to everything and that position gives him just that.
—jisung
mating press! mating press!! mating press!!! this boy just wants to get as deep inside you as possible whilst also being able to kiss you as much as he wants whenever he wants :( because nothing cannot convince me that he’s not obsessed with kissing you bc he very much is!! really though he just loves being so close to you (read: deep inside you 💀) and being the source of you moaning so loudly from the non-stop pleasure. because he really does just love you a lot and wants to give you everything :((
—felix
though maybe a tad unconventional, felix definitely has a thing for the kneeling amazon. something about being on his back and having his legs pushed up so you can fuck yourself on him really does it for him. loves letting you do as you please and being in control of his and your pleasure. also enjoys plain old missionary because really, he just loves being able to see your face. but tbh he’s a very big fan of anything that involves the two of you being as close as possible because he just loves you a lot <3
—seungmin
whether it’s just cuddling or lazy morning sex, seungmin very very much likes to spoon <3 enjoys holding you tight up against him and being completely in control of the pace, so even if you get whiny and want him to go faster it’s still up to him on whether he gives into you or not. also loves loves loves being able to kiss and bite and leave marks all over your neck, especially because he loves seeing you shudder and feeling you clench around him, knowing that he’s the cause
—jeongin
honestly speaking, jeongin doesn’t care all that much what position you’re in. as long as he gets to be inside you in some way he’s happy. however he can’t deny that he does have a slight preference for bending you over things. doesn’t matter if it’s the bed, the couch, the counter, the table, in jeongin’s mind it’s all free real estate for him to fuck you over. but if he’s feeling a little more soft, he also likes the lotus position, because it you both can have your arms wrapped around each other kiss as much as you like <3
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Stray Kids Reactions / To Squirting (18+)
Summary / After an intense fucking session, Stray Kids' members are left in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. However, each member is left with their own unique reaction to seeing you squirt for the first time!
A/N / Hello~! I'm very excited to say that I'm officially taking requests right now, so if you want to request something from me, feel free. I'm not a professional writer or anything, but I can try my best! Please make sure to read my requests guidelines first before requesting! Thank you!
Pairings / (Top) Every Member + (F) Reader
Word Count / 11.0k
Warnings / Squirting, Spanking, Bondage, Choking, Humiliation, Fingering, Degradation, Multiple Orgasms, Roughness, Aftercare, Hard Domination,
Bang Chan / A series of hard smacks fell flat against your ass, each one making your flesh ripple and sting. You couldn't help but wince, the pain was almost too much to take in. Chan wasn't going easy on you; and he wanted this as bad as you did, if not more so.
Your body felt like it would burst into flames at any moment, with all that heat rushing through every inch of your skin. He didn't stop until you were sobbing out loud for him to let up, begging him silently between gasps for air to please just give you a break, before you passed out right here. The humiliation that burned inside you was even worse than the fire burning within your cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Chan said softly, once you had quieted enough to hear him over your own breathing. "But, I have to make sure my babygirl learns her place~"
His tone became more gentle when he spoke, and you knew exactly what he meant by that sentence. You whimpered quietly beneath him, while tears began to stream freely down your face. It hurt so badly...
No. You have to endure it.
You loved this man too much to ever tell him no or walk away. Even now, laying helplessly under his firm grip and heavy palm, you wouldn't dream of doing anything other than taking whatever punishment he dished out, however harsh it may be. His love for you was far greater than the pain he could inflict upon you, after all.
So, instead of crying out in despair, you simply held yourself perfectly still and endured his assault without complaint, only letting out soft whimpers of agony whenever he struck a particularly painful spot on your rear end, which seemed to happen often.
"Ahh..." You mewled softly, biting back another cry as yet another slap rang loudly off your butt cheek. "Chan, p-please—"
Chan growled lowly in response, tightening his hold around you, before pounding himself deeply into you with renewed vigor, eliciting a fresh round of cries from both of you. Trembling beneath him, you felt weak and shaky, completely unable to do anything else but hold onto the bedsheets tightly and grit your teeth together as he thrusts into you mercilessly, ignoring how wet he'd made you already.
Every thrust sent sharp bolts of pleasure coursing through your lower regions, making them throb madly and beg for release, though you refused to allow it, at the risk being punished even further.
"Shhh... babygirl." He cooed soothingly, rubbing circles along your backside where he'd hit you most harshly. " It'll be okay soon... Just hang in there a bit longer, alright?"
The thought of enduring more punishment filled your mind, but you forced yourself to nod anyways. You weren't about to disappoint him either way.
As always, Chan's words proved true within moments. He began to slow down, giving you time to catch your breath between each thrust. After several long seconds, he began to move again, slowly at first, then faster and harder as the passion built inside you. Soon enough, he picked up speed dramatically, slamming into you roughly over and over until you cried out incoherently, shaking uncontrollably underneath him.
Each deep plunge left you feeling raw and exposed, causing an intense wave of sensation to wash over your entire body as he plundered you relentlessly, leaving nothing untouched save your poor, abused bottom.
"Ahh! Fuck... I-I can't take anymore!" You gasped, writhing wildly beneath him.
Chan swiftly continued to ignore you, pounding into you forcefully regardless, driving you closer and closer towards climax. With a gasp, you came undone, screaming wordlessly into the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed over you, sending you spiraling deeper into oblivion with each passing second. Panting and trembling, you tried desperately to get some semblance of composure, but found that impossible given the intensity of your orgasm.
All sense fled from you as the blissful euphoria consumed you, leaving only your core pulsating with unending desire, yearning to feel Chan's touch once more. However, one single action stopped him dead in his tracks.
Your eyes shot open wide in surprise as you started to squirt all over his cock, drenching him with your juices. Your legs quivered violently beneath you, buckling slightly as you trembled and shuddered with pleasure. At last, Chan slowed his pace considerably, allowing you to come down from your high slowly. When he finally pulled free of you, you collapsed bonelessly against the mattress, panting heavily and staring blankly ahead.
For a good minute, neither one of you moved. Chan was in complete shock, his jaw hanging slack and his hand frozen halfway toward your ass. On the other side, you were utterly mortified. Not because of the fact that you just orgasmed like a slutty little whore, but rather, the fact that you had done so right in front of him.
The very thought of him seeing your naked body sprawled out across his bed, glistening with your arousal, turned you beet red, despite everything.
"Woah... what happened? Are you alright?" He asked nervously, moving forward gingerly to check on you.
You nodded shyly, blushing furiously. "I'm fine..."
Still unsure of whether he should believe you or not, Chan sat beside you and gently brushed your hair aside. "Are you sure? You uhm... squirted pretty hard there..."
"Y-Yeah, I did. I'm sorry if I had ruined the mood for us," You said apologetically, averting his gaze from him.
Chan's brow furrowed worriedly, and he leaned down to give you a kiss. "It's okay. That was actually kinda hot. Maybe I should start being rough more often..."
"R-Really?!" You exclaimed excitedly, tilting your head up to look at him.
A mischievous grin spread across his face, dimples appearing in his cheeks and causing you to smile bashfully in return. "Mhm. Just as long as you keep squirting for me, babygirl~"
The two of you shared another quick peck, before he began to pleasure your insides with his fingers, coaxing out several small aftershocks from your sensitive pussy.
His thumb rubbed teasing circles around your clit while his finger worked its magic, bringing you quickly back to full strength. As much as you wanted him to continue, however, he knew better than to push your limits any further tonight. Instead, he simply teased you mercilessly, prolonging the inevitable by making you wait for it.
Lee Minho / Minho's moist tongue didn't hesitate to plunge itself deep into your pussy, causing you to gasp audibly. The feeling of his lips on your clit was incredible — almost too much to bear at first. He lapped up every drop that spilled out from between your legs, then going back for more. You were so turned on by the sight of him devouring you like this; it made your insides softly melt away into pure pleasure.
His hands stroked down over your thighs as he ate you, pressing against them in a way that felt quite intimate. Your whole body tingled all over when he did this, especially where his fingers dug into your skin. It wasn't long before you began buckling under the pressure of how good everything felt. You couldn't take anymore without coming...
"Minho," You whimpered softly, "I'm gonna—"
"You better not." Minho threatened darkly, shoving two thick fingers inside you, curving them so they rubbed directly across your g-spot while still thrusting his tongue hard and fast along your throbbing clit. "Don't even think about cumming until I tell you to... or else. Got it?"
He punctuated each word with another lick, and the stimulation sent waves rippling through you, causing goose bumps to break out all over your arms and shoulders. Everything seemed far away now, except for those delicious sensations flooding through your entire being. They grew stronger until there was no stopping what happened next. A sharp gasp escapes, and suddenly your stomach lurched violently.
The room began to spin around you, making your head spin even more than it already had been. But instead of falling off the bed or passing out altogether, something else took control: your orgasmic bliss.
All of it washed over you like a wave, crashing down upon you one last time. This new sensation was close to giving you such an intense release unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. Still, you did your absolute best to hold it back — knowing full well how Minho would react if you didn't, but also wanting desperately to prolong what felt like the most amazing thing imaginable.
"Don't stop!" You cry out loudly, grabbing onto Minho's hair tightly as he continues eating you out rather greedily. "Fuck! Don't stop, don't fucking stop, please just keep going... I can't take no more..."
"Needy little bitch," He growls, continuing to lap up every bit of cum that spills from within you. You're panting heavily, trying desperately not to lose consciousness. "Although, hearing you beg me to do things is kinda hot~"
Minho pulls his mouth away, licking his lips slowly.
He looks up at you with a wicked grin on his face, which only makes your heart skip several beats in response. No doubt, he knew exactly how sexy he looked right now, looking all smug and satisfied after pleasuring you so thoroughly. Then, without warning, he grabs you roughly by the hips and flips you over. You squeak loudly, but only because of the suddenness of it all, otherwise you wouldn't have cared about being manhandled.
As soon as you lay face down on the sheets, Minho sits back up, lifting both your legs high above your head. Before you can protest, he takes advantage of this position and enters, pushing himself deeper each time. With your lower half raised in the air, there isn't anywhere for you to go except forward. And once again, you feel completely powerless to resist. You're held firmly in place as Minho begins pounding you mercilessly, his cock sliding easily and deeply within you.
There's nothing stopping him from doing whatever he wants, and you know it.
Suddenly, you felt your own mind going blank. There's nothing but pleasure. Nothing but Minho. As he pounds into you harder and faster, your body begins to shake uncontrollably. You squeeze tight around his shaft, trying to pull him even further inside you. Every part of you feels hypersensitive, like your nerves are firing off signals at random. Even breathing becomes difficult.
Out of nowhere, you feel a intense surge of juices burst out from between your legs, coating Minho's cock. You gasp aloud, surprised at yourself, but you don't care. Liquid drips down onto your inner thighs, pooling around your knees. Your eyes roll back into your head, and you start moaning louder and louder, unable to help it.
Everything around you seems distant, fading quickly away.
Your whole world is reduced to Minho's cock plunging relentlessly inside you, filling you entirely. Over and over again, he buries himself deep inside you, taking all of your essence and leaving none behind. It's almost painful, feeling every inch of him stretching you wide open. Yet somehow, that pain is turned to pure ecstasy.
All too suddenly, Minho stops, pulling his dick out of you with a loud pop. You let out a disappointed moan, reaching blindly toward him. A second later, though, you hear him laugh.
"Damn," He says playfully, "Look at all the juice you made for me~!"
His words bring you back to reality. Forcing your eyelids open, you look down between your legs. Sure enough, a large puddle of clear liquid has formed underneath you, covering folds of your skin in sticky strands of fluid. You reach down to touch it, then immediately recoil when you realize what you've done.
"Shit," You say out loud, wiping the mess off your hand onto the sheet beneath you. "I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? This?" Minho asks, sounding amused. "You should feel proud. That stuff was pretty much the sexiest thing I think I've seen yet."
"Sexy?" You ask incredulously, glancing up at him. "Are you serious? We were just—"
Before you can finish your sentence, Minho leans down and kisses you hard on the lips. His tongue slips past your parted lips, exploring your mouth eagerly. You whimper softly, still shocked by how quickly everything happened. But before long, you find yourself kissing him back, letting him lead the way. His hands move up your sides, cupping your breasts possessively. They bounce slightly as he squeezes them, causing you to squeal lightly.
"Just what? Just started having sex?" Minho teases, leaning back up and smirking. "That doesn't count."
"Shut up," You reply with an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes. You glance down at the mess you made, noticing for the first time how wet your thighs actually are. The bedsheets were soaked through, and there's no denying it; you came quite a bit during those last few minutes. Not that you minded, of course.
Seo Changbin / Changbin's hand gently wrapped around your throat, carful to not hurt you. You whimpered and squirmed as he leaned in closer so his lips could kiss yours softly on the neck. He slowly ran a finger along your jawline down, and towards your earlobe, where it would rest for just an instant, before sliding back up again. His breath was hot against your skin, and you shivered from head-to-toe with anticipation of what else he had planned.
Your hands were free now that they weren't holding onto him anymore, but Changbin didn't seem inclined to let go yet. Instead, he began tracing lines all over your body; starting at your collarbone then moving upwards until his fingers found their way under your shirt. The moment he touched bare flesh, you gasped out loud and pulled away slightly - only to have him grip even tighter around your waist, preventing any escape.
"I won't be gentle," He whispered into your ear, sending another wave of goosebumps through every inch of your body. "You're mine now."
He slid both hands up underneath your bra, cupping each breast carefully while keeping one hand firmly clamped around your stomach. Your breathing grew heavier when his thumb grazed across your nipple and sent tingling sensations throughout your entire chest.
With no other option available right now, you simply nodded silently and closed your eyes tight as if hoping this whole ordeal would never end... And fortunately, it seemed like things were about to get much more interesting between the two of you very shortly.
As he continued kissing you passionately, Changbin unclasped your bra completely. It fell off your shoulders and landed somewhere near the bed behind you, leaving you naked and exposed to him once again. With nothing left to hide, you decided to give in fully to whatever was going to happen next.
You opened yourself up entirely to him, giving full reign to do with you as he pleased.
His hands moved quickly after that, taking advantage of how eager you were to please by pushing your pants down further and fumbling with the buttons. After several seconds of struggling, he managed to open them enough to pull down your panties without removing them altogether. They ended up falling to either side of your ankles, allowing him easy access to your pussy.
The second his tongue made contact with your folds, you came almost instantly. A long moan escaped your mouth as pleasure coursed through every single part of your body; causing your hips to buck wildly beneath him. He responded immediately, lapping up everything he could find inside your cunt, making sure there wasn't a drop of cum or liquid left anywhere.
When he finally lifted his face up from between your legs, you couldn't help but stare at him lustfully, waiting eagerly for more.
"Mm..." Changbin hummed happily, clearly impressed by his own work. "That's quite some lubrication I've got here."
"Don't blame me for finishing too soon," You mumbled, still panting heavily. "You're the one who's worked me up so badly."
"And look how well it paid off!" Changbin chuckled, reaching forward to grab your ass cheek and pulling you close. "Now come on, show me what else you can do."
Before you knew it, he had flipped you over onto your back and was hovering above you, smirking smugly as he watched you wiggle your butt around. Even though his cock felt huge compared to the rest of him, it fit perfectly within your slick entrance; stretching you wide and filling every last bit of space.
"Oh fuck..." You breathed out, staring up at him as his dick slowly sank deeper into your wet hole. "So good..."
A low groan slipped past his lips as he pressed himself all the way inside of you. There was absolutely zero resistance whatsoever, which allowed him to slide in easily despite its girthiness. As expected, it caused your inner walls to squeeze tightly around him, drawing out a soft gasp from his throat.
You looked down between your thighs, watching Changbin's shaft disappear into your depths. Every time his thick length hit bottom, a new wave of pleasure rushed through your core, forcing you to bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. The sight of his cock disappearing deep into you was incredibly sexy, especially considering how large his dick was.
It took less than thirty seconds for him to start fucking you. Slowly at first, he withdrew halfway only to push back in harder. Soon enough, he was pounding you relentlessly, slamming his hips into yours forcefully while squeezing your tits roughly. You moaned loudly from the roughness of his touch, gasping whenever he grabbed your breasts too harshly. But the pain only added to the thrill, helping you to forget just how big he actually was.
The bed shook violently beneath you, knocking the pillows off the headboard repeatedly as he fucked you faster and faster. His balls slapped against your lower back with each thrust, smacking your skin so hard that you thought it might leave bruises. Not that it mattered much since you'd already been marked by him many times before.
But even though his size was intimidating, Changbin kept up an incredible pace. He pounded your insides mercilessly until you cried out from the overwhelming amount of sensation flooding your body. Sweat dripped freely down his forehead, mingling with your own glistening sheen. Yet he didn't slow down for anything, not even when you begged him to stop.
Instead, he merely slowed slightly, slowing down just enough to make sure you wouldn't pass out.
"Ahh...Changbin..." You whimpered breathlessly, clutching onto the sheets beside you as he began moving again. "I'm gonna... can't take anymore—"
A sudden sharp jolt shot straight through your pelvis, followed by another and yet another. Your entire body tensed up from the intense bursts of pleasure shooting through you, sending ripples throughout your stomach and making you writhe uncontrollably. Squirts of warm fluid coated your thighs as you squealed like a little girl, moaning louder and higher pitched than ever before.
Changbin didn't stop there however, continuing to slam his throbbing cock deep inside of you. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves radiating outward from your center, making it impossible to keep quiet no matter how loud you tried. The strings of the mattress snapped under the force of his thrusts, leaving them hanging limply from their posts.
Soon enough, the two of you collapsed atop the bed together, both completely spent. You lay there, unable to move as sweat poured down your naked chest and pooled between your thighs.
"Hahaha...oh my god..." You laughed weakly, trying to catch your breath. "How are we going to clean this mess?"
"We'll worry about that later," Changbin murmured sleepily, resting his hand on top of your thigh. "But... I wasn't expecting you to squirt like that."
"H-Huh?" You gasped, looking down between your legs.
Sure enough, a small puddle of cum rested right below where his dick disappeared inside of you. It was mostly clear, but a few stray strands of white mixed in. And judging by the fact that most of it was dripping down onto the blankets underneath you, it seemed like you were leaking more than usual.
"Wow..." You smiled shyly, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze. "Didn't know you could get me off so fast."
"Well, if you want more..." Changbin trailed off suggestively, leaning down and kissing your shoulder gently. "Just say the word."
Hwang Hyunjin / You couldn't stop yourself from gagging around Hyunjin's thick fingers, as they roughly caressed the inside of your throat. He giggled at how pathetic a sight it was, and began to squeeze harder on each pass until you were practically choking in his hand. You had no choice but to swallow hard or risk losing consciousness completely. It felt like he'd be able to do that with ease if he wanted too... which only made him laugh more.
"Such a good little slut," Hyunjin praised, swirling the tip of his digits around your tongue before pushing them back down into your mouth again. "Suck them, now."
The roughness of his hands against your skin sent shivers up and down your spine; not because of fear, but excitement for what would come next. You sucked hungrily on one finger after another, eager to please him.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you took every inch of his long, slender digit deep within your wet mouth – moaning softly when it hit the very back of your throat. His other hand went between your legs once more, gently stroking your pussy through the fabric of your skirt while making sure you didn't miss out on any action either.
The way he kept teasing your clit without ever touching it directly made all sorts of delicious tingles shoot straight up your body.
Hyunjin leaned closer over you then, so close that his breath tickling your earlobe made you squirm in anticipation. "Mmhmm..." He murmured, licking along its rim slowly. "... I think you're ready for my cock, aren't you?"
His words set off an intense rush of lust within you, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting right to your core. A whimper escaped your lips as you nodded vigorously, unable to speak past the tight grip his fingers held onto your throat.
He chuckled lightly at this response, running his free hand up your neck and tilting your head towards him. Without hesitation, he pressed his open mouth against yours – kissing you passionately as he slipped two fingers inside of your dripping pussy. You moaned deeply into his mouth as he continued thrusting both of his slick digits deeper and deeper inside of you, filling you up until there wasn't much room left.
All thoughts about keeping quiet disappeared under the sheer ecstasy caused by his ministrations, leaving you panting heavily beneath him.
"That's it, slut... take those fingers like a good girl." Hyunjin cooed, nibbling playfully on your lower lip. "I bet you want me to fuck you really bad, don't you? To fill your pretty little pussy full of my hot cum, hmm~?"
"I-I— Mmph!" You mewled against his mouth, struggling to form coherent words due to how turned on you were becoming.
Hyunjin smiled darkly down at you, still fingering your soaking pussy. The heat emanating from his touch made you shudder uncontrollably, desperate for something else to happen soon.
There was nothing better than being taken advantage of, especially when the person doing it knew exactly what they were doing. The idea that he could make you feel this good just by playing with your cunt made you quiver, knowing he must have some sort of special technique to go along with his impressive size. That thought alone almost pushed you over the edge already, but you managed to hold back somehow. For now, anyways...
With a light groan of satisfaction, Hyunjin pulled away from your kiss and moved his face back to yours – smirking lewdly at your flushed expression. "So cute... I love watching you get fucked, little thing."
"Hngh..." You panted, trying your hardest not to moan.
A playful smirk curled across his lips. "Do you want me to finish you off first? Or should we move things along?"
Your breathing quickened as he slid his fingers out of your soaked pussy, making you whine in protest. Your thighs clenched tightly together, squeezing his digits in a futile attempt to keep them trapped within your folds. Even though you weren't getting anything more, it hurt having them removed – reminding you of the fact that you'd been denied for far too long.
Not wanting to wait any longer, you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, forcing him to lay flat atop you.
"Oh~?" Hyunjin breathed, staring down at you with wide eyes. "Did you finally decide to let me fuck you properly?"
"Yes, please," You whispered fervently, meeting his gaze with hungry eyes.It only took a few seconds for him to position himself above you – letting you stare down at his huge shaft tentatively.
It looked even bigger up close, causing you to bite your bottom lip nervously. Before you had time to second guess yourself, he gripped his thick length firmly between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle tug. As expected, his dick sprang upright, throbbing eagerly against his stomach.
With a soft grunt, Hyunjin positioned himself further down your torso, resting his weight upon your chest. He stared down at you expectantly, waiting for your permission to enter you fully.
"Do it," You replied simply, gripping his sides tighter.
"Hehe~! Well, if you insist..." Hyunjin said with a chuckle before pushing forwards, sinking half of his cock inside your warm hole. The feeling of him stretching your insides made you gasp, clenching around his girth instinctively.
His tip rubbed directly against your deepest parts, eliciting another low cry from your lips. The sudden sensation made you writhe beneath him, moaning softly as you felt him start sliding deeper. Each inch filled you up a bit more, until his entire length sunk deep inside of you. It stretched you out painfully, burning as he sank deeper and deeper inside of you.
After several minutes spent taking his massive member all the way in, Hyunjin paused – allowing you to adjust to his size.
You moaned in contentment once you got used to his thickness, pressing your cheek against his muscular shoulder as he began slowly pumping his hips. His slow pace was enough to drive you crazy, the friction of his pelvis rubbing against yours driving you wild. Every time he thrust upwards into your depths, you squeezed tight around him, relishing every single moment of pleasure radiating through your body.
"Mm..." Hyunjin hummed appreciatively, leaning down to nuzzle your ear affectionately, while continuing his rhythmic fucking. "It's pretty warm in here, isn't it?"
"Yeah," You gasped, tilting your head to meet his mouth hungrily. "I like it."
His lips met yours in an eager embrace, both your tongues tangling together in heated passion. A shiver ran down your spine, sending goosebumps rushing over your skin. When you broke apart from each other, your breath came out raggedly, leaving you panting heavily.
"Good. Because I'm going to be here for awhile." Hyunjin chuckled throatily. "Don't worry; I'll take my sweet time filling you up~"
You gulp audibly, biting your lip hard as you watch him continue to slide his cock in and out of your dripping sex. You couldn't help but whimper when he hit your deepest parts, making your inner walls clench tightly around his invading shaft. The pressure only made him push harder, pounding his length into you relentlessly.
Every inch of his thick meat forced its way inside of you, spreading you open so much that it almost hurt. Despite how good it felt, it still left you gasping for air. You could feel your slickness coating his shaft as he plunged repeatedly inside of you, filling you up completely. Each plunge made you squeeze tighter around him, unable to stop yourself from crying out loudly.
"Hyunjin!" You cried out, struggling beneath him. "Please, make me cum already..."
"What do you think this is, huh?" Hyunjin asked teasingly, grabbing your ass roughly by the cheeks. "This is where I get to have my fun. So, don't go thinking that just because you're begging, I'm gonna give you what you want... or else you might find yourself regretful later on~"
"Ahh-!" You groaned, digging your nails into his back.
He smirked down at you, chuckling darkly as he continued to pound away. "No matter what you say or beg for...this is mine now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled free from you, pulling your legs towards him. Without warning, Hyunjin pushed forwards again, burying his entire length inside of you without missing a beat. Your inner muscles clenched tightly around him, milking his thick length as he pounded into you.
His hands grabbed onto your thighs, holding them tightly as his cock pistoned inside of you. Your pussy burned fiercely, leaking juices freely down your thigh as his large cock slid in and out of you. The heat intensified whenever he hit your deepest parts, forcing you to cling to him desperately. He kept up his relentless rhythm, plunging into you over and over again, not stopping no matter how much you begged him.
Something new started to build up within you, growing stronger and hotter with every passing minute. Just as you thought you were about ready to explode, Hyunjin slammed his hips forward one final time. His balls slapped against your clit, sending jolts of electricity shooting straight to your core.
Warm juices squirt between your folds as you climaxed on his cock, spasming wildly underneath him.
"Fuck, yes! Hyunjin, oh fuck! You feel so fucking good!" You cried out as the orgasm rolled through you, filling your entire body with light. "Oh, fuck!"
"That's right, scream for me," Hyunjin growled hotly, slamming himself into you over and over again. The combination of his rough movements and your sensitive clit sent you spiralling into yet another mind-melting climax.
Hot waves of pleasure washed through you, tightening your inner muscles around his shaft. With a loud cry, you shattered under him, coming undone entirely. Your eyes closed, your jaw slackened and your voice went hoarse, letting out high pitched whimpers of blissful ecstasy.
Han Jisung / Jisung thrusted into your mouth with such force that you felt the tip of his dick hit the back wall. You were so turned on, and it was only getting worse as he pushed deeper inside until finally all six inches had disappeared down your throat. He held onto both sides of your head tightly while thrusting in and out rapidly like a jackhammer, making sure to keep most of him deep within your mouth.
The vibrations from his hips against yours sent shivers up and down your spine, but even more than that, Jisung's moans made every nerve ending in your body come alive at once. It took everything for you not to cum right there; however, Jisung still wasn't done yet. He pulled almost half way out before pushing himself back in again and repeating this process over and over without any mercy or pause. His cock swelled bigger by the second as precum oozed from its tip each time it slid past your lips.
Saliva dripped down his shaft too, which further added to the sensation of having something thick and hard sliding between them. Your tongue flicked along the underside of Jisung's dick, trying to get rid of some excess saliva coating his length, and then lapped around his balls when they rolled slightly forward into view
You could feel yourself growing dizzy due to lack of oxygen, but you didn't want to stop sucking just yet. The erotic sight of Jisung fucking your face drove you wilder than anything else ever did. He looked like a beast, holding you down against the bed while using you as his personal fuck toy. This was exactly what you wanted—to be used and degraded in front of someone who wouldn't judge you. Someone you knew would never leave you behind...
"Mmm, I love the way you suck on my cock, my sexy little slut," Jisung growled lowly, causing your eyes to widen. "I bet you could do this all day."
His words caused an electric jolt through your entire being, sending tingles shooting throughout your nerves. You'd been craving this kind of attention since forever ago, and now that it was here, you couldn't help but let loose.
Your hands grabbed hold of Jisung's thighs as best you could, squeezing tight enough to cause bruises if necessary. Your cheeks hollowed out as much as possible, allowing his girth to slide effortlessly down your throat, and then you began bobbing your head faster. If anyone saw you right now, they might have thought you were a professional porn star giving one hell of a blow job. But no, this was all real life. All these sensations were happening to you. And you loved it.
Tears stung your eyes from how good it felt, especially knowing that Jisung was enjoying every single moment of it. Even though his cock grew harder and thicker with each passing minute, you continued to work your magic. Every inch of him was coated in a layer of spit and drool, which also helped lubricate things nicely.
As soon as he reached his limit, he pulled away abruptly from your lips. Instantly, you cough and choke on whatever air you managed to catch in your lungs, which resulted in another loud moan escaping your parted lips.
Jisung smirked smugly down at you, wiping a hand across you chin to clean off some of the mess. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
You nodded quickly, swallowing down the last bits of his precum still stuck to your mouth. "Y-Yeah, mmfh, mnph... I mean, no! I'm fine, really!"
The look of concern on his face instantly melted away when he realized you weren't injured. Instead, his smirk returned in full force, followed shortly after by his hungry gaze.
"You're pretty tough," Jisung said, running his fingers through your hair affectionately. "It's nice to know you can take me rough sometimes."
A blush spread across your cheeks as you stared back up at him, unable to say anything. The compliment made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but at the same time, it only fueled your desire. You craved more abuse. More pleasure. A lot more.
Jisung leaned closer to whisper directly into your ear. "Think you can keep going, baby? Or are you ready to give up already?"
With that question hanging in the air, you struggled to form coherent thoughts. You didn't want to disappoint him, but you also needed to breathe. When you opened your eyes, Jisung was staring down at you intently, waiting patiently for your answer. You glanced over to see his dick still twitching, ready for more pleasure. That alone gave you the motivation you needed to continue. Slowly, you pushed yourself upward until your chest rested on top of Jisung's thigh. With shaky breaths, you sucked in a few deep gulps of fresh air before looking back at him.
"Uhm..." You whispered breathlessly. "N-No, I don't think I'll give up just yet."
Jisung smiled proudly at your response, which caused a rush of warmth to flood your body. It was so easy to fall under his spell. To surrender everything to him. As long as he was there to protect you, nothing else mattered.
He moved his hips upwards again, letting the tip of his penis rub against the roof of your mouth once more. His eyes narrowed as he watched you carefully, waiting to make sure you were alright. After taking several slow breaths, you finally relaxed and resumed your blowjob.
This time, you focused solely on the task at hand; getting his dick as wet and slippery as possible. Then, without any hesitation or shame, you slid your lips up and down the length of him. Just thinking about how hard it had been to get him to come made your heart ache, and you immediately regretted not doing it sooner. Now that you knew what to expect, however, you were determined to bring him as close to orgasm as humanly possible.
Jisung moaned deeply as you did exactly that, sucking on the underside of his shaft while stroking him with both hands. He gripped onto your shoulders tightly as you went deeper than ever before, eliciting a soft grunt from his throat. Your saliva combined with the precum created a thin film coating his cock, making it easier to glide along its surface.
After a few minutes passed like that, Jisung lifted himself off of your head, causing you to gasp loudly. "Hm? What's wrong, Jisung?"
His breathing was ragged as he spoke, forcing you to lean forward slightly to hear him properly. "Bend over..."
Without hesitating, you complied. You bent down further, resting your elbows on either side of the bed, leaving your ass sticking straight up in the air. Jisung wasted no time climbing between your legs and positioning himself behind you. One of his hands grabbed hold of your waist, holding you steady while the other one traced circles around your clit.
Your stomach clenched tight at the sensation, sending waves of heat rushing through your lower half. You bit down on your lip nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight quiver in your voice. Thankfully, he seemed too preoccupied with pleasuring you instead.
Jisung ran his thumb gently across your swollen bud, rubbing it firmly enough to elicit a small whimper from you. Once he felt comfortable, he began sliding his digit in and out of you, slowly increasing the tempo. Soon, your pussy started dripping wetter and wetter, soaking his fingers completely.
Before long, Jisung added two digits to his foreplay, stretching you open wide while simultaneously stimulating every inch of your sensitive flesh. The pressure built steadily, turning your insides into molten lava and your brain into mush. You couldn't help but moan loudly, squirming underneath his touch even though you tried your best to remain calm and collected.
Jisung chuckled softly as he continued playing with your pussy, occasionally tracing a finger near your ass to tease you. Each time he did, you tensed up, unsure if this would be another instance where he'd use his tongue on you. However, each time he pulled away quickly, giving you false hope that maybe, just maybe...
"Oh God!" You cried out sharply as an intense wave of pleasure hit you all at once, causing your knees to buckle.
The sudden gush of clear fluid splattered against Jisung's face, drenching his handsome features in a mixture of warm cum and sweat. It wasn't until after the second spurt that he realized what had happened, pulling back abruptly to wipe it off of his cheek. His eyes widened when he noticed the mess he'd made, glancing up at you sheepishly. You blushed brightly, averting your gaze for fear of seeing disappointment in those beautiful brown orbs.
"Oh wow..." He breathed out heavily, staring at you curiously. "That's something you don't see everyday."
You giggled weakly, nodding in agreement. "No kidding..."
Lee Felix / Your wrists were tied tightly together as you sat patiently in a nearby chair. Large amounts of embarrassment washed over you as Felix looked at the ropes around your wrists with an amused smile on his freckled face. You tried not to blush too hard in front of him, but it was difficult when he stood there naked from the waist up while looking down at you like that. He had just finished showering before coming back out here, so he wasn't wearing anything except for some dark blue boxer briefs which barely covered most of his figure.
The material clung tightly to them and showed off every muscle beneath. His cock poked through one leg hole and hung low between his legs; thick and long enough to make your mouth water even though you'd already tasted what lay underneath those boxers once before. It would be easy to look away if this were anyone else's dick, but seeing how excited Felix got whenever you touched yourself made it impossible not to stare at his bulge all day.
"Sorry. Did I make you wait long?" He asked casually after a moment spent admiring your bound form. "Not that I care much, since my hands are free~"
He walked towards you slowly, never breaking eye contact as he did so. Your heart raced and your breath came short each time he approached until finally he stopped right behind where you sat. With no hesitation whatsoever, he grabbed hold of the rope binding both your arms to the armrests and pulled sharply upwards, causing your torso to jerk backwards into his chest. He let go immediately and stepped back again, giving himself plenty of space to admire your flushed cheeks and pouting lips.
"But, you're happy see me, right?" He asked teasingly, making you shiver slightly despite the warmth of his skin against yours.
"Y-Yeah," You mumbled shyly, unable to meet his gaze.
Felix chuckled softly. "I knew it."
His hand moved forward again then, sliding under your chin and tilting your head upward to force you to look directly at him. That only served to further embarrass you because now he could get a good view down your shirt, revealing more than enough cleavage to drive any man crazy. Even Felix seemed taken aback by it, taking a few moments to study your breasts before returning his eyes to your own.
You gulped audibly.
"Is something wrong? Are these small?" He teased gently, cupping one breast in either palm and squeezing lightly. A shudder ran through you as he squeezed harder, feeling the softness of your flesh through the fabric. "Or is it their color that makes you flinch?"
It took everything you had to keep yourself from squirming, especially when he slid his hand under the edge of your bra cup and rubbed your nipple through the thin cotton. All thoughts of embarrassment fled as he pinched your sensitive bud, sending electric jolts through your entire body. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, trying desperately to ignore how turned on you felt. But it was proving very difficult, especially considering how close he kept getting to touching you...
"Hmhm..." Felix hummed thoughtfully, leaning closer still. "What are you thinking about, hmm?"
You couldn't help blushing hotly at the sound of his voice. And yet, somehow you managed to reply without stumbling over your words or stammering.
"...Well, um.." You cleared your throat nervously, staring intently at his face. "I'm imagining...how it feels to have you inside me."
The corners of Felix' lips quirked up. "...Oh really?"
You nodded quickly, biting your lower lip as his fingers continued to rub circles around your nipple through your shirt.
"Doesn't it feel nice?" He breathed seductively, trailing kisses along your jawline. "I sure hope so..."
You moaned loudly when his tongue slipped past your parted lips and traced its way across your cheekbone. He licked his way down your neck, leaving wet trails as he went, stopping briefly to suckle your exposed collar bone. Aroused murmurs filled the room as Felix worked his way downwards, kissing and licking everywhere he could reach. When he reached your tits, he pushed aside your bra cups and sucked greedily at your nipples, eliciting another loud moan from you.
"Mmph!"
Felix laughed quietly at your reaction, pulling away to watch your chest rise and fall with ragged breaths. Your hands were still bound together, keeping you stuck in place, but that didn't stop you from reaching out to touch him. You curled your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly and moaning as he kissed his way down your stomach. The heat of his mouth was incredible, driving you wild with need for more.
When his tongue finally found itself nestled between your thighs, you whimpered and pressed your hips forwards, desperate to feel more. Unfortunately, your hands remained tied securely above your head, leaving you completely helpless as he lapped at your slit like some kind of ravenous animal.
You cried out wordlessly as his warm tongue swirled around your entrance, dipping deep and pushing just far enough inside to tease the nerves within. His hot breath tickled your inner thigh, sending a rush of tingly sensation down below, prompting you to push your legs wider apart to give him better access.
"Nnggghhh..." You grunted weakly, struggling to keep your focus on anything other than the pleasure radiating outward from your core. "Felix... untie me, please..."
He smirked up at you, watching your face closely while his tongue continued to work magic upon your most intimate parts.
"No can do, babe." He said simply, moving his attention to your clit instead.
You gasped loudly as he circled your swollen nub with his tongue, tracing little patterns all over it. It wasn't long before you began bucking wildly beneath him, crying out incoherently as he pleasured you. Each time you did, he would take advantage of the opportunity to lick you deeper, rubbing his tongue hard against your slick folds until you came undone once again. This happened several times throughout the course of what felt like an eternity, each orgasm stronger than the last. By the end, you were practically begging him to let you cum, no matter how much it hurt.
But, Felix merely smiled up at you, continuing to lap hungrily at your pussy. He slowed his pace significantly though, letting you catch your breath after every climax before starting anew. You tried to fight back the growing desperation building inside you, wanting nothing more than to see him release too. But, it was impossible to resist the temptation of his skilled tongue.
As soon as you started to relax, he'd start to move faster, swirling his tongue around your engorged clit until you were gasping and panting, writhing uncontrollably underneath him. Even then, he wouldn't relent, pressing himself against your quivering thighs and using them to pull you even tighter against him. With each thrust of his tongue, he made it easier for you to grind your soaked mound against his face.
Finally, you gave in to your urges, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly and grinding your hips into his face. As soon as you did, Felix groaned deeply, pushing one final inch further into your needy cunt. You screamed loudly, releasing yourself fully around his eager tongue, shuddering violently as you came all over his face. Squirting your juices onto his chin, he pulled back abruptly, swallowing the sticky fluid off his mouth and smiling wickedly at you.
You panted heavily, trying desperately not to pass out from the intense wave of bliss coursing through your body.
Kim Seungmin / Seungmin chuckled softly, watching you squirm underneath him like a pathetic worm on it's back. He had your legs spread wide and gripping the sheets tightly in both hands, as he slowly fucked into you from behind, his cock sliding deep inside of every time it pushed through that tight opening.
His balls slapped against your ass each time they swung low enough to do so, making you moan with pleasure, even though you knew better than anyone how good this was going to feel when he finally let loose inside of you. Seungmin could barely contain himself anymore either; his thrusts becoming harder and faster until all at once he pulled out completely before slamming back inside again.
Your head fell forward onto the pillow as he continued to fuck into you over and over, his hips slapping against yours with each hard thrust while those thick fingers dug deeply into your flesh beneath. The bed shook under both your combined weight, causing the wooden frame to creak loudly but not loud enough for either one of you to care about right now. It wasn't long after that he grabbed hold of your waist tighter still, pulling down harshly on it whenever he felt like pushing deeper inside of you or giving you more leverage if needed.
"I have to say... I'm impressed." You mumbled quietly between moans. "You being so rough seems very rare these days..."
"You think so? That makes two of us," Seungmin replied breathlessly, pausing only briefly to look up at you. His eyes were bright red with lust, sweat glistening along his brow. Your own body was covered in a light sheen too, despite the fact that you weren't doing much moving around besides moaning and panting heavily.
Seungmin smirked slightly, shaking his head lightly as he resumed fucking you. He didn't bother saying anything else, just grunted softly and kept pumping away relentlessly. Even though you couldn't see what was happening behind you, you heard the sounds of skin smacking together and gasping breaths coming from below you, which told you exactly where he was at the moment.
Your body tensed up slightly each time he slammed home, feeling another orgasm building quickly within you. Seungmin's grip tightened further upon your waist, before loosening up entirely, allowing you to fall forwards onto the mattress without any support whatsoever. You groaned lowly, unable to keep yourself upright due to the intense sensations running through you.
He didn't seem to mind much however, continuing to pound into you forcefully as he did so. Every inch of skin rubbed together sent sparks shooting through your entire being, making you whimper helplessly as your climax began to build ever higher. Just as it seemed you would pass the point where you couldn't handle anymore, he reached up and grabbed your hair roughly by the roots, yanking upwards sharply.
The pain only served to heighten the intensity of what was happening to you, sending jolts of electricity racing throughout your nerves as his dick throbbed deep inside of you repeatedly. All at once he stopped moving altogether, burying himself fully within you as he held you firmly there with just his pelvis pressed against your own. A strangled cry escaped your lips as you came undone, your muscles tightening and clenching around him uncontrollably.
"Oh... oh god..." you moaned weakly, gasping heavily as you tried desperately to catch your breath. "Ahh!"
Seungmin grunted out a few short curses as he began to empty himself inside of you, pumping hot cum, along with several other smaller spurts. Your pussy spasmed violently around his shaft as he kept moving, milking everything he could from you until there was absolutely nothing left. When he finally withdrew, you collapsed onto the bed next to him panting heavily, letting go of the sheet to clutch handfuls of fabric instead.
It took a moment longer before you realized his stamina hadn't waned in any way and that Seungmin had just been holding back for your sake. You lifted your head off the pillow to find him looking down at you curiously. One hand slid gracefully across your back gently, tracing the curves of your spine as he watched you closely.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah," You breathed out shakily, reaching up to wipe some sweat from your brow. "I'm fine."
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth briefly before he leaned down and kissed you softly, kissing each cheek and jawline carefully. The sweet sensation made your heart flutter, making it difficult to breathe properly for a brief second. After breaking apart he sat up straight and looked down at you, tilting your chin upwards so he could kiss you again.
This time he lingered, pressing his lips against yours tenderly. Each soft stroke of his tongue brought new feelings bubbling up within you, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded. Even though you should have been tired and sore, you found yourself craving more of his touch. Before you knew it you were sitting up on your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as best as you could given the circumstances.
After a minute or two he broke off again, resting his forehead against yours as he stared intently into your eyes. He sighed contentedly and nuzzled closer to you, laying his hands on top of your thighs and holding you close to him. For a moment neither one of you said anything, simply enjoying the closeness of the other person. Eventually he shifted slightly, shifting his weight so that he lay on his side facing you rather than face down.
"Ready for round two?" He murmured huskily, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip.
You giggled lightly, leaning in and kissing him back. "Always."
Seungmin chuckled softly as well, bringing his arm up and looping an ankle behind your knee. With little effort he flipped you onto your front, pinning your wrists above your head with his free hand and positioning himself atop you. You let out a quiet moan when he entered you once more, this time with far less hesitation. As always it felt incredible, filling every part of you and stretching you wide open.
His pace slowed down somewhat compared to last time, taking things slower as he savored the feel of being inside of you. It wasn't long after that before you started pushing against his hips, trying to encourage him to move faster. Seungmin obliged immediately, picking up speed gradually as you began to lose control over your breathing.
With a shuddering gasp you arched your spine upward, crying out loudly as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, causing you to arch your back even further and press your heels into his lower abdomen. His thrusts grew deeper, hitting all the right places at exactly the perfect angle, driving you wild with desire.
Just as your climax peaked another one struck you unexpectedly, you couldn't stop yourself from squirting liquid onto his lap. You cried out in surprise but continued bucking beneath him regardless, desperate for any kind of relief. Seungmin growled deeply, slamming home hard enough to make you bite your lip in response. Every inch of him stretched you tight and left you feeling utterly empty afterwards, which was quickly remedied by the warmth pooling between your legs.
"Woah..." You panted out raggedly, rolling your hips slowly underneath him as if testing how loose you still were.
"Right?" He agreed, stroking his fingers through your hair soothingly. "That's why I love doing this."
You hummed in agreement, staring up at the ceiling and closing your eyes tightly. The heat radiating off of his body combined with the way his chest moved against your breasts sent pleasant tingles throughout your entire frame. It didn't take long for you to start getting sleepy, unable to keep your eyes open no matter how badly you wanted to stay awake.
Yang Jeongin / Jeongin held you steadily above his face, lapping up your nethers with a wet tongue. He was so gentle, but the pleasure he gave you felt like heaven; it made every part of your body tingle and sing as if all its nerves were on fire. You arched over him, writhing in ecstasy at how good this felt – especially when Jeongin's fingers found their way onto your thighs and began to caress them softly.
They rubbed against that spot just below where they joined together, sending waves of heat through your lower tummy and making your hips jerk forward eagerly towards each stroke. His thumb traced circles around the soft skin between your legs until you could feel yourself getting ready for something else entirely, then suddenly his mouth left your folds altogether before returning there moments later.
The tip of his tongue swirled gently across your clit while two more digits pressed into your inner walls, teasingly stroking inside of you without entering fully. It sent shivers down your spine as you gasped out loud, feeling like an animal caught by a predator who wanted nothing more than to be devoured whole.
Your hands gripped handfuls of bedsheets tightly beneath you as another wave washed over you, only now it wasn't quite so much about what you'd been doing. Instead, it was purely about being taken right here and now. The sudden shift from lustful playfulness to raw carnality had you arching off the sheets even harder, moaning loudly into the pillows behind you. You writhed underneath Jeongin's skilled lips and fingers, wanting to feel everything he did to you – every single thing that made you want to come undone completely.
As he worked magic upon your pussy, your back arched higher and higher until finally, with a cry of pure bliss, you came hard against his face.
You bucked wildly atop him, unable to stop shaking or shuddering as the orgasm hit you full force. Every muscle in your entire body tensed up and trembled as Jeongin kept licking away, milking out every last drop of cum within you. When the aftershocks subsided, you collapsed backwards onto the bed beside him, panting heavily.
However, Jeongin hadn't stopped pleasuring you yet.
With one hand still gripping your thigh firmly, he reached upwards to take hold of your other leg instead. Then, using both hands, he spread open your labia wide apart once again before slipping his tongue deep inside you. You whimpered in delight at how good it felt, especially since it also meant you didn't have to move any further to enjoy himself too. All you needed to do was lie back and let him work wonders on your insides.
His talented tongue played along your g-spot slowly at first, tracing little circles around it before dipping deeper into your core. It felt wonderful having him touch you there intimately, especially since the rest of your body was already thoroughly satisfied. But as he continued moving his head rapidly against your sensitive flesh, you soon found yourself coming close to climax all over again.
"Mn..." You mewl out, holding onto his shoulders as you grind your pelvis against his face. "I need...something..."
"I know, baby," He replied, his tongue still going wild against you. "I'm gonna give it to you."
Jeongin moaned deeply as you rode his face, pushing him closer towards the edge himself. Just as you started to get near, he pulled back slightly to lick the outermost parts of your vulva clean, leaving your most tender spots untouched. This drove you mad with desire though, because it meant he knew exactly what you liked best. So when he plunged his tongue right back into you, it went straight for those same places that made you go weak at the knees.
With his tongue buried deep within your depths, Jeongin used long strokes to massage your clit as well as your G-spot simultaneously. He alternated between these motions, alternating between fast and slow. In turn, it pushed you ever closer to the brink of oblivion. However, unlike earlier, he wouldn't allow you to simply fall over the side and tumble into release. No, he would keep you hanging on the precipice, teetering on the very edge of the cliff.
Just when you thought you couldn't possibly endure anymore, he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two fingers. They slipped inside you easily, gliding smoothly past your spasming muscles. Once he got them nice and slick, he curled his fingers inward, pressing directly against your deepest reaches. A moment later, you felt his thumb press hard against your clitoris. And as he moved his digits in tandem with the thrusting motion of his tongue, you exploded for a third time.
"Does that feel good?" Jeongin asked breathlessly, pushing his fingers deeper into your wetness.
Your eyes rolled back in your head as you cried out, clutching desperately onto his shoulder blades. You weren't sure if you were speaking or screaming, but either way, it was enough to make him chuckle.
"I'll take that as a yes," He chuckled, continuing to stroke and suckle upon your sweet spot. "And, I'm guessing you want to cum again? Is that right~?"
You nodded quickly, unable to form words just then. Not with his mouth and fingers working their magic on you. He gave you no chance to respond anyway, plunging three fingers deep into your quivering folds. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making your toes curl and your stomach tighten up. You could barely breathe properly, so much was happening down below. Your whole lower half seemed to be filled by a powerful tingle that threatened to send you flying off the edge.
But somehow, despite being wracked with such intense sensations, you managed to stay grounded. Because Jeongin wasn't done with you quite yet. His fingers remained lodged inside you, pumping in and out of your hot core while his tongue licked its way across your swollen bud. At this point, you were beyond ready for another mind shattering climax. One more push from him, and you'd shatter completely.
"Jeongin..." You breathed out softly, moaning his name. "Please, just fuck me. I-I want you inside me..."
He looked up at you briefly, meeting your gaze before looking back downwards. He stared intently at where his fingers had been, watching as they disappeared into your clenching hole. Soon after, he brought them back to his lips, sucking on each digit like it was the tastiest thing in existence. You groaned loudly at that, feeling your legs tremble beneath you. As you watched, Jeongin's cock began to swell even larger than before. It grew longer until it hit your inner thighs, thickening and swelling even more. When it finally burst forth, you gasped aloud.
"Oh fuck!" You squealed out loud, staring wide eyed at the massive erection now standing proudly in front of you.
It was beautiful too, jutting out from his groin and pointing upwards. Its shaft was red, pink, and purple all at once, pulsating slightly. There was an impressive amount of pre-cum oozing out of its tip, which was only further proof how turned on Jeongin really was. The sight alone caused your own arousal to spike, sending wave after wave of heat surging through your body.
Even without touching yourself, you felt incredibly sensitive, almost painfully aroused. As you gazed down at Jeongin's magnificent length, he took hold of your hips firmly, pulling you close. With one hand gripping your hip tightly, he guided his cock towards your waiting entrance. You whimpered softly, shuddering as his cockhead pressed against your tight opening. But instead of entering you, Jeongin held himself there for several moments.
He didn't move any farther, merely teasing your insides with his girthy cock.
"How bad do you want me?" Jeongin whispered huskily, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to yours. "Do you need my dick inside of you? Do you crave it...?"
"I—" You began, but you were cut off when his lips pressed against yours, kissing you deeply. For a few seconds, he continued to kiss you, stealing your breath away with every touch of his soft lips. A moment later, however, he broke apart, leaving you gasping for air.
"Answer me." Jeongin said sternly, his voice low and raspy.
"Y-Yes," You breathed out, panting heavily. "Yes, I want you inside of me!"
His smile widened as he leaned closer still, his face mere inches from yours. Before you knew what was happening, Jeongin pulled you flush against his chest, holding you securely in place. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you between his muscular arms. In response, you laid your hands over his broad shoulders, clinging tightly onto him. After all, you needed something to keep you steady. Something to stop you from falling to pieces. And right then, he was exactly that.
With little effort, Jeongin slid his rock hard member into your slick pussy, filling you entirely. You moaned loudly, buckling as he stretched your tender walls. He paused only long enough to give you time to adjust, before sliding his full length into you once again. Over and over, he pushed his throbbing cock inside of you until both your bodies were covered in sweat. By the end, you couldn't feel anything except Jeongin's hot flesh buried deep within you. Every inch of his length was stuffed inside your wet depths, stretching you wider than ever before.
Suddenly, he withdrew, causing you to cry out in protest. You reached for him desperately, trying to grab hold of his thick shaft. Only to find that he was already gone, having slipped free of your grip. You weren't sure why, but you felt something leak from you. The feeling made you gasp, unable to hide your surprise. However, you soon realized that you were leaking fluid everywhere. Your entire crotch area was soaked, glistening with your juices. Squirting fluids from your slit like some kind of fountain.
"You're dripping honey all over my bedsheets." Jeongin murmured, smiling at you sweetly. "Isn't that cute~?"
The sudden words caused you to freeze. "H-Honey?"
"Mhm. It's pretty amazing, isn't it? That my tongue and cock alone could make such a mess~" Jeongin chuckled quietly.
Your cheeks burned brightly as you glanced down, seeing your swollen sex leaking clear liquid onto the sheets below. Not only did it look obscene, but it also sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Jeongin must have noticed because he smirked darkly, reaching up and cupping your cheek.
"Don't feel embarrassed. I like watching you get messy." He purred, tilting your head back so he could gaze into your eyes. "Especially since this is just the beginning..."
𝗢𝗧𝟴: 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀.
Wordcount — 6,295 words.
Includes — Mentions of gangbangs, somnophilia, impregnation kink, cuckolding, petplay, (❗) omorashi [it only appears in Minho's section and the title is bolded in red, for those who might want to skip it], anal sex, multiple partners, exhibitionism, graphoerotica, pain (therefore, masochism), bondage, mind break, facefucking, drool/spit kink, temperature play, sensory deprivation, sexual corruption, dacryphilia, edging, choking, humiliation and orgasm denial/ruined orgasm. Overall, most of the scenarios include oral sex, creampies, penetrative sex, use of petnames and a few dirty dialogues.
Author's Note — Please remember that English it's mot my first language! I wrote this as a way to ease my writer's block, and this is my take on which kinks/fantasies I believe each member might have! This is not proofread so I apologize for any mistakes in advanced.
Bang Chan
Gangbangs
I don’t see Chan as someone selfish or possessive when it comes to you. As long as he is sure the relationship is stable and the communication between both parties is clear, Chan doesn’t mind sharing. Of course, he wouldn’t share you with just anyone —he is very selective when it comes to granting someone a privilege like you are. But when he is sure his relationship is stable enough to perform such practice, and he has a few people in mind who would be down to it, Chan really enjoys gangbangs.
I really see him as the first one to bring the topic up. Whether he isn’t sure if you are into those things or not, I feel like he would actually be the one to propose it.
Chan really thrives on pleasuring you, he really does, so the idea of being able to fuck you while another pair of hands are touching your body and making you feel good it’s enough to drive him to the edge. However, a threesome wouldn’t be enough for him —he needs to see you being pleasured in all the ways possible. And by that I mean having him inside your cunt, while someone else’s fingers are working on your clit and some other’s mouth is all over your breasts, sucking on your nipples and making you squirm. On top of that, the idea of someone fucking your ass and someone else fucking your mouth while he gets to fuck your sweet, wet pussy drives him insane.
Watching you being used by all of his good friends and overwhelmed with pleasure is such a turn on for him,
Somnophilia
Oh, he's definitely into somnophilia. For sure. But instead of him getting to fuck you in your sleep, he wants you to do it.
Perhaps it’s the “free use” aspect of it that he really likes, but the idea of you sneaking underneath the blankets just to press your body tightly against him, or touch him while he is sleeping, is something he would really like to try.
There’s not really a way of putting this kink on the table in a casual conversation, and even the thought of having to voice the words I want you to use my body while I’m sleeping makes him nervous. But one night, when he feels your hand teasing the hems of his shorts while he is almost falling asleep, the words come out of him so casually you have a hard time understanding what he wants.
But really, it is not that hard to understand. Chan wants you to touch him while he is asleep, he wants you to wake him up with your hands around his girth as it grows bigger under your grip. He wants you to suck him off while he lets out quiet and raspy whimpers, trying to differentiate if he is dreaming or if you are really going down on him while he isn’t fully conscious.
Perhaps it’s a weird practice, but once you do it, you start getting the appeal of it. Having him bare-faced and half naked in your bed, with his cock hard and leaking precum, all while he is still asleep really gets you going too.
Impregnation
Chan's instincts get the best of him during sex. Not only he becomes more primal, but it would seem as if his inhibitions go away as his arousal increases. To be honest, Chan never fully realized he had such a kink until he got to come inside you for the first time ever. You were on the pill and, as far as you two were concerned, it was safe —but, in the meantime, all Chan could think about what if it wasn't. While you two were fucking, it was inevitable for Chan to think about getting to come inside you on your most fertile days perhaps with the only purpose of getting you pregnant. Later on, he realized the thrill wasn't really about getting to come inside you but what it all represented —the ultimate act of love and dominance, being sure that a part of him is still inside you even though he is not around.
On top of that, I kind of see Chan as someone who acts animalistic during sex. When you tease him by telling him you are in those days (fertility window), something sparks within him —the need to be fucking you every hour of those days, filling your cunt with cum and making sure you don’t waste any drops of it.
Sometimes, all Chan wants everyone to know what you do when you are with him, and how good you are for even allowing him to come inside you. And what better way to tell the world that he is fucking you good than bearing his child?
Minho
Cuckolding
When it comes to pleasing you, Minho knows he is the best. He knows you well enough, knows your weak spots and knows exactly what to do every time to make your body react the way he wants to. He knows that no one will ever get close to how skillful he is when it comes to you, and he is not afraid to prove that to you and the world.
It started off innocently, when you confessed to him that you found Changbin attractive —far from making him jealous, it aroused curiosity in him. For a reason beyond him, that night he jerked off to the thought of Changbin fucking you in his bed —rough, primal and messy. In his fantasy, he was sitting right in front of the bed, with his hard cock inside his fist and his eyes fixed on you and his friend.
He wasn’t ashamed of such a preference, but it wasn’t something he would willingly bring to the table —there wasn’t really a way to deliver the news that he was crazily fantazising about you fucking other men while he got to watch.
But when he did, when he told you all about his secret fantasy, you felt curious too.
Later on you understood the appeal —there was something filthy in getting fucked in front by the one you loved the most, in the way your hazy eyes fixed on him wile another men fucked your tight cunt under your boyfriend’s orders.
Because when Minho wasn’t quietly grunting and jerking off to the scene, he would boss the other man around —whether it was his friend or another person you two found to bring into the mix, Minho sometimes enjoyed giving them orders regarding how to fuck you.
At the end of the day, he knew that no one could do it like he can.
Petplay
When it comes to him, this kink doesn't reduce itself to calling you pet names such as kitten, bunny or puppy.
Minho really likes to take things further with this kink, by buying you pretty collars with your own name plate, leashes, other accessories and a pretty cage of your own. The thing with pet play, for him, is humiliation and proof of your submission —he gets hard at your obedience, at how you would do anything he asks you to just to serve him.
When he asks you to crawl on all fours for him, wearing that fur tail inside your tight ass and a pair of kitten ears on top of your head, you don’t hesitate. You stare at him with doe eyes and he can’t help but tauntingly smile at such a humiliating act, his cock pulsating underneath his pants at the sight of your wet cunt that only gets wetter the more he orders you around.
Minho is also the type to pat your head or scratch your chin while he tells you how much of a good kitten/puppy/bunny you are. However, when you’ve done wrong, he doesn’t hesitate to punish you —locking you inside your pretty cage, naked and on all fours with all of your body exposed to his delight.
These days though, you have tried your best to be a good pet to him.
After all, you love the treats Minho gives you when you behave and do as he says!
Omorashi
Minho never knew it was a thing until he had to google it —“I got hard when I saw my girlfriend desperate to pee”. Even typing those words made him feel filthy, but not even that embarrassment prevented him from developing an attraction to such an unusual preference.
It all happened at a public park, where there were no restrooms near. You stared at Minho with furrowed eyebrows and big eyes, telling him that you just couldn’t hold it any longer.
The way your thighs squeezed together and a few moans and whimpers escaped through your lips as you tried your best to remain dry got the best out of Minho, whose cock got painfully hard just by the sight of your legs pressed together while you bit your lower lip.
“Fuck,” you sighed with both relief and concern, closing your eyes with your eyebrows still as furrowed. Your lips parted ever so slightly, allowing a few sighs to escape through them as you no longer could hold it in.
The sight of you wetting yourself, after all those minutes of despair you had gone through, aroused Minho. And the fantasy of getting to see your soaked underwear dripping paired with the embarrassment in your face was driving him insane, but he just couldn’t figure out what was so attractive about that.
To this day, something you recall as an embarrassing memory, it’s what Minho revisits in his imagination every night he doesn’t get to fuck you, roughly stroking his cock to the memory of your wet clothes and whimpers of relief.
Changbin
Anal sex
He loves it. A lot.
Not only because it’s much more tighter than your sweet cunt, but because of how filthy and taboo anal sex it still is.
There’s nothing Changbin adores more than being able to see himself bottoming out inside your ass, feeling how it swallows him full even when you are moaning and crying in both pleasure and pain —the sight of his thick girth stretching you out is enough to drive him to the edge.
Although the go-to position for this practice is being on all fours, Changbin loves it the most when he gets to fuck your ass in missionary. He loves hearing you gasp when he enters you for the first time that day, your eyes widening as you feel the painful, but slow stretch his cock provides. He loves to see how your cunt clenches around thin air as he makes his way inside your hole.
Sometimes he can’t help but groan too when he feels your tight walls squeezing him harshly. He starts off slowly and increases the pace of his thrusts as you get used to him, finishing off with a rough, messy anal sex that you both enjoy a lot.
In those times, where things escalate quickly, Changbin adores hearing your cute whimpers and sobs every time he pushes his cock deeper inside you. If the position allows him to, he would even play with your clit and stuff your empty cunt with two of his fingers while he fucks your ass.
Lastly, he also thrives on coming inside your tightest hole, filling it to the brim with this cum until it leaks out of you.
The messier, the better, Changbin thinks.
Multiple partners
One of Changbin’s ultimate sexual fantasies.
Changbin, who has a great stamina, fantasies about engaging in sexual relationships with multiple women at the same time —the man knows he is capable of that and more.
More often than not, Changbin has this recurring fantasy; fantasy in which he finds himself in a hotel room with 8 or 9 other women, all naked and at his full disposal.
Changbin pictures him fucking every single one of them —sometimes, he also pictures some of them fucking with each other in front of him. But truly, all Changbin cares about is to be able to satisfy each and every one of them properly.
He wants to fuck one women while both of his hands work on other two sweet pussies, getting hard at the sound and sight of the pleasure he is providing them with. At the same time, he wants to feel hands and lips all over his body, begging for his attention. Deep down, he knows he is capable of giving it to them if they wait just a little longer.
Sometimes he imagines he comes inside every single one of them, breeding them fully and watching how his hot cum leaks out of their cunts. That would make him feel really, really proud. But some others, he just imagines he comes all over their bodies and faces as a reminder that they served him well.
Either scenario makes him hard, and he really can’t wait to try it out.
Exhibitionism
He would never say these things out loud, but Changbin gets hard whenever he shows himself off to someone. Because of this particular preference, he was driven to open an anonymous NSFW twitter account.
If you scroll through his profile, you can find a bunch of gym pictures, suggestive videos and audios that he records for his followers online —sometimes, he goes as far as uploading full nude pictures and videos.
After working out, while taking a shower or right before going to bed, Changbin gets hard and he feels the need to show himself to someone. Anyone, for that matter. So he undresses himself, pumps his cock a few times until it is nice and hard and he takes a picture of it —if the angle is right, one can also catch a glimpse of his toned abdomen. And although the process of taking the picture and uploading it is satisfactory on its own, there is absolutely nothing more rewarding than the bunch of comments he receives afterwards.
He jerks off reading all the dirty comments of people telling him how much they desired to be fucked by a cock like his. His inbox also gets full with message requests from people who feel like having a sexual chat with the man behind the screen, complimenting him and asking to see more.
And really, who is Changbin to deny that to them?
Hyunjin
Graphoerotica
Hyunjin was stubborn and, after encountering an interesting picture on the internet, he just had to try it out.
A marker and your consent was all that he needed before completely diving into such an unusual practice, one that you had never heard about until he brought it up. He had you lying on your back, naked and with your legs spread for him. One of his hands was holding your hips in place while the other one dragged the marker along your skin, leaving traces of pigment that formed letters, and such letters formed whole words.
The first thing he wrote was his name with big, bold letters “Hyunjin's” with an arrow pointing down to your cunt, indicating that such a part of your body belonged to him.
He then continued marking your body with words you usually like to hear from you, words that accurately described you whenever you were in bed with him —slut, cumdump and whore were ones of many that Hyunjin wrote all over your body.
You were staring at him with such a sweet, innocent smile while your naked body was covered in all sorts of dirty words, that it was hard for him not to get aroused.
Every now and then, you indulge Hyunjin by letting him mark your body with words. And in return, he fucks you for hours on end until the sweat and friction between both of your bodies makes the tint of the words fade away.
But even then, when they are no longer visible on your skin, Hyunjin knows that you still wear them proudly.
Pain
Whether it's giving it or receiving it, Hyunjin can't deny that pain makes him hard.
There is something really taboo when it comes to physical pain and, overall, suffering. If you love someone, you must not hurt them, but, sometimes, that's all Hyunjin thinks about.
When he gets to see you squirming on his lap every time he spanks you, or when he hears you groaning after pulling your hair harshly, Hyunjin's cock reacts. There is something about pain that it's so intimate to Hyunjin that it really gets the best of him.
But, as I said, it goes both ways. When you pull his hair or scratch his back, making him hiss in pain, Hyunjin gets aroused too.
Overstimulation is, perhaps, Hyunjin's favorite form of pain, and you are always more than happy to indulge him that way. When he comes, you don’t stop —you lazily keep on stroking his length, smearing his semen all along it while Hyunjin hisses and his abdomen contracts as he tries to catch his breath. He clenches his jaw and fists, throws his head back and closes his eyes tightly shut while his perfect features contort in grimaces of suffering. But even then, when the veins of his neck become more prominent and his knuckles turn even paler from how hard he is squeezing both of his fists, he keeps on asking you for more.
It’s not that Hyunjin is a sucker for pain, but it arouses him when you are the one inflicting it.
Bondage
Big, big, big fan. Whether it’s with ropes or harnesses, Hyunjin utterly adores to restrain your movements.
There is something dark and intimate that he finds in bondage —the renunciation of something as basic and necessary as movement is. He takes pride in knowing you trust him enough to be able to grant him the right to tie up your body and do whatever he wants with it, something you wouldn’t let anyone else, other than Hyunjin, do.
Sometimes, he uses it as a punishment. But more often than not, he does it because he enjoys it. He likes the whole process —if he is using ropes, he makes sure to take his time tying your body up tightly but comfortably for you; if he chooses the harnesses, he is the one to put them on you while he whispers the sweetest and teasing compliments.
Hyunjin finds intimacy in the way you stare at his hands while he ties you up, your eyes fixed in his fingers and veins every time he tightens the ropes on your body.
He also thrives on catching a glimpse of fear and curiosity in your eyes every time he restrains your movements, shivering ever so slightly underneath his body. You know Hyunjin would never do something you are not comfortable with, but that doesn’t stop your body from trembling with anticipation of knowing what’s next in store for you throughout the night.
But even then, when your insides are filled with fear and excitement, your cunt gets the most wet and he can’t help but smirk to himself and asks you: “Are you going to let me use this pretty body as much as I want?”
Jisung
Mindbreak
Han Jisung is a proud man. It’s really not a secret.
He takes pride on how much he excels at everything he does, and sex it’s not an exception to this rule: Jisung knows he fucks well. He has a fair number of women who can confirm such a fact —almost every woman he has slept with has complimented him about his stamina, his mouth skills and how, overall, how good he is in bed.
That, itself, it’s very rewarding for him: receiving a late night text from a one night stand asking to see him again, or hearing the woman thanking him over and over for an orgasm. But for Jisung, there is nothing more rewarding than getting to see and hear the power he holds over certain people.
When Jisung fucks, he is determined to give his partner as much pleasure as he possibly can —that, almost always ends up leading to overstimulation and multiple orgasms. He adores watching how his partner aggressively trembles underneath him, closing her legs around him while his cunt squeezes his cock out because of the overstimulation. He loves to see their eyes rolling to the back of their head and going white while drool drips from their lips and onto their chins, their minds short-circuiting and not allowing them to say a word other than “Jisung” and "more", begging for him to continue.
Being able to break someone’s mind until they are no longer anything but prisoners from their orgasms is what Jisung takes the best pride in.
Facefucking
Tongue out, mouth open wide and hands behind your back —that’s what Jisung likes to see whenever he asks you to be good for him.
When he is stressed, there is nothing that relaxes him more than getting to fuck your mouth and face. You know it’s his favorite thing ever and as the good, compassionate girlfriend you are, you always indulge him in such a way.
Sometimes, Jisung doesn’t have to ask for it before you are already on both your knees with your mouth open wide and your eyes begging for him to use you. And he does so every time, starting off by gathering all of your hair in an improvised ponytail with one hand while the other lowers his sweatpants and pulls his hardened cock out.
Because of the trust you two have, and how used you both are to such a practice, Jisung knows he is allowed to go rough on you. So he starts off slowly, only to increase the pace of his hips just a few seconds later.
He pushes your head further onto his length until he can actually feel the back of your throat, and he stays like that for a while, stretching you open. When he knows you are ready to take him, he starts taking the stress out on your body by using your mouth as much as he wants —hearing you gag and gasp for air around his cock is, possibly, one of the things that make him the hardest.
So he continues on maneuvering you by your hair on his cock, pushing your head all the way deep until he feels like coming —and of course, he does so inside your mouth, while still having his cock reaching the deepest parts of it.
Spit/drool.
Jisung doesn't gross out easily, that’s why sex with him is always messy.
And more than him not being grossed out easily, it’s the fact that he actually likes the mess and the filthiness of it all.
He is the type of man who pushes his fingers down your throat just to hear you gagging and have you uncontrollably drooling around them, saliva spilling into his fingers and onto your chin and breasts. When he fucks your mouth, he looks to achieve the exact same thing: he wants you to make a mess.
Jisung adores to see you drooling all over the place, to see the skin on your breasts and tummy glistening with your own saliva —it is both filthy and erotic, he thinks.
The kisses you two share are no different than what’s described here —they are desperate, messy, dirty and filthy. Drool is shared between both of you, staining your chins and other skin areas near your mouths, both of your tongues brushing against each other while you two desperately want to explore each other’s mouths. He also doesn’t run out of breath easily so long, dirty kisses are very familiar to him.
But when he does interrupt the kiss to catch some air or to move on with something else, his cock twitches at the sight of a string of saliva connecting both of your lips.
If he could, he would spend hours on end kissing you sloppily, spitting into your mouth and losing any inhibitions.
Felix
Temperature play
Paired with bondage, temperature play it’s something that drives Felix insane. And although he enjoys playing with both ice and wax, he is more drawn to perform temperature play with cold elements.
There is something very satisfying in watching you squirm underneath him, your wrists and arms desperately trying to free themselves from the restraints while his hands drag ice cubes all over your tummy and chest.
Also, getting to see how your nipples harden? Probably one of the things that arouses him the most, that’s why he adores to tease your areolas with ice, dragging it in circles around your nipple while he gets to see how they react to his ministrations.
Another thing he enjoys is to place certain toys, like your favorite glass dildo, in the freezer for a couple of minutes. He makes sure it is nice and cold before using it on you, teasing your inner thighs and pubic area before lightly slapping your clit with it. When your body jolts and it trembles against the ropes restraining you, Felix’s cock twitches. The way your eyes stare at him, practically begging for more, drives him to fuck your cunt with the toy, feeling cold drops of water melting with your own wetness; in just a couple of minutes, the cold sensation is replaced with only your warm fluids coating the toy.
Felix really finds a kind of sadistic pleasure in how your body aggressively reacts to such stimuli.
Sensory deprivation
Felix knows how much power his voice holds over you —a few words from him and he already has you coming undone underneath his body.
It’s no secret that the tone and deepness of it has always been appealing for you whenever you get to hear him, and he is aware of it. He is that aware that, at times, he knows his voice it’s all that he needs to make you come.
What Felix likes the most about depriving your sight with blindfolds is how your other senses, such as hearing, enhance. He loves to whisper all sorts of things and have you turning to the sides to guess where the sound is coming from.
He also utterly adores to tease your body for hours on end while you are blindfolded because even the softest touch of his kiss on your shoulder or inner thighs make you gasp in surprise.
Knowing that you aren’t aware of where in the room he is, or what he is about to do next, arouses him a lot. And that, combined with the fact that his voice and touch are the only things that can guide you through the sex, it’s something he enjoys.
That’s why, most of the time when you are blindfolded, he explains to you what he is exactly about to do.
And oh, how you love to hear his voice telling you all the filthy things he is about to perform next.
Corruption
The only angelical thing about Felix is his appearance —don’t be fooled by that bright smile and that gentle gaze he sometimes has.
Because even if he manages to fool you, he will always find a way to let you know what truly lingers inside him, and what kind of twisted things he likes —corruption being one of them.
All Felix takes advantage of is the misconception people often create about him. He plays the role of the sweet, innocent boy next door fairly well, only to end up corrupting women to like the same dark things he does.
He is the type to offer you a sweet smile before introducing you to practices such as edging or overstimulation —practices that, before him, you didn’t even think had a name.
Felix feels satisfied when you ask him for more of that, of those things he just taught you and that you didn’t even know they existed. He offers you an innocent gaze that’s falsely filled with concern, telling you that “he is not sure if he should” only for you to end up begging for his touch or cock like a desperate slut.
Of course, no one associates him with that kind of taste, that’s why it is easier —he makes you think that you are in control, that all of the new things you are experiencing is because you wanted them to happen and definitely not because he is corrupting you into the perfect sextoy for him.
Seungmin
Dacryphilia
There is something sadistic in getting turned on by seeing you cry. Or at least that’s what Seungmin thinks.
But really, he can’t help himself —his cock grows even harder every time he hears you sobbing and crying in pleasure while he plays with your pussy or is fucking you.
For Seungmin, the satisfaction only comes if the reason behind your cries is something sexual —otherwise, he doesn’t find any arousal behind your tears.
But when it is sexual, when your eyes get clouded with tears and quiet whimpers and sobs fill his room as he fucks you, the sadistic part in Seungmin gets the best of him.
If you are on all fours while he fucks you from behind and he hears you cry, he immediately changes the position to be able to see the tears streaming down your face —for an unknown reason, he likes it a lot.
Also, when he is edging you and prolonging your orgasm, he enjoys watching you cry as you beg for it. And even though he does it in a mocking way, asking you “if you are going to cry”, he can’t deny how hard he gets whenever you do just that.
The best part of it all is that you don’t necessarily cry because he likes it —matter of fact, you aren’t even aware of this particular preference; it just comes out of you naturally, crying when the pleasure becomes too overwhelming.
And when that happens, when you cry and whine while he fucks you, Seungmin just really can’t last long.
Edging
Seungmin values your obedience a lot —because, although he isn't possessive, there's no better way to show your commitment to him than following his orders.
He always knows what you want and every time he will give it to you, but more often than not, he wants you to prove that you deserve it.
He teases you, and touches you, and fucks you exactly how you like it, but every time you are just about to come he asks you not to.
“Just hang on a little more for me, yeah?” and he asks it so sweetly, opposite to how rough his fingers are stretching your pussy, that all you want is to please him. So you hold on a little longer, cursing his name under your breath as you do all you can to prolong your orgasm.
“Just like that, puppy, be good and hold it,” and you do just that. The most rewarding thing for Seungmin is the fact that he doesn’t have to threaten you with a punishment for you to follow his pleas compliently. There’s really not a consequence if you can’t hold your orgasm, or if you come before he asks you to, but you still try your best because that’s how good you want to be for him.
And after some minutes of torture, Seungmin allows you to come. And he praises and encourages you through it, telling you how much of a good job you did and how well-behaved you are for him.
For him, there’s really nothing more satisfying than getting to see that look of bliss and relief in your face after he finally says the magic words.
Soft-domming.
I believe Seungmin is an experimentalist —he is willing to try almost everything, even if he thinks he will not like it.
But out of all the practices and roles he has tried so far, being a soft dominant is the one that comes naturally from him. The need to pleasure and take care of his submissive it’s a wholesome idea on its own —putting it to practice is a whole other different world that Seungmin truly enjoys.
Although a few of his preferences veer towards a sadistic side, he never performs them with the roughness and perversion of a hard dominant. Seungmin always does so gently, making sure he isn’t inflicting any pain on you and that everything he gives you is nothing but pleasure.
When you cry, or when you are too overwhelmed to speak, Seungmin shows his true sympathy for you, showering you with sweet praises and reassuring words —“you look beautiful while having me inside you” or “you are taking me so well”.
He never loses an opportunity to compliment the way you please him or the way your body takes him in, always peppering kisses on your face while his hips sink against yours slowly.
And even though there are endless sexual practices and kinks he is yet to try out with you, Seungmin strongly believes that sweet and gentle intimacy is what a pretty girl like you deserves.
Jeongin
Choking
Jeongin gets hard by seeing the desperation in your eyes.
He loves to see how they widen and how your lips part ever so slightly as a faint gasp fills his ears.
He adores to feel your hand wrapping around his wrist while you squeeze it, encouraging him to choke you harder even when you already feel dizzy and your eyes are already hazy.
Whenever his cock is inside your pussy, Jeongin loves to feel you clenching around him every time he wraps his hand around your neck. Even when you are struggling to breathe properly, and when you are staring right at him with a lost gaze, your pussy keeps on clenching almost aggressively around him in response to his touch.
After a couple of seconds, when he knows you are near your limit, he softens his grips to allow you to gasp for air, inhaling and exhaling profoundly while the fear in your eyes vanishes in front of him.
Nothing arouses him more than when you look for his wrist while he is pounding himself inside you, guiding his hand all the way to your neck and offering him a smile that just begs for him to choke you —it arouses him mostly because it started off as something just he liked, until you started to take a liking on it too and it suddenly became a recurring practice in sex between the two of you.
His favorite thing to do? Choke you while you come all over his cock.
Humiliation
It was confusing for him at first. How could he get off at the fantasies of him humiliating his partner in bed? For an odd reason, that didn’t seem morally correct. But even so, with the moral conflicts going on, Jeongin often jerked off to the thought of verbally humiliating his partner, making them feel embarrassed by their neediness.
More often than he would admit, he gets hard while thinking about all the filthy stuff he wants to make his partner do. A recurring fantasy he has on this is to make his partner get off on his shoe while he watches.
There’s something about humiliation that Jeongin finds power in. The idea of his partner getting wet while being degraded, embarrassed and laughed at turns him on in ways he can’t even explain —he desperately wants to be the one degrading and laughing at them for how pathetic they look, and he wants them to enjoy every single second of it.
I feel like Jeongin is definitely the type to laugh at you and ask embarrassing questions while you are too overwhelmed in pleasure —questions like “this is all that you need to be happy, right? A big cock inside that slutty hole of yours” or “are you really about to come from getting fucked in the ass? only sluts as filthy as you like to have their tightest hole ruined, because I guess having someone fucking your cunt is not enough any more”.
Orgasm denial and ruining orgasms.
Jeongin is such a tease —he definitely has a thing for denying (and ruining) your orgasms.
It’s not like he doesn’t think you don’t deserve them, but there’s something thrilling in the way you desperately react whenever he tells you you don’t get to come for the night, or for the whole week.
He fucks your cunt, rubs your clit and expects you to be good and follow his command —enjoy it all you want, but don’t come at all. Sometimes, you succeed; you hang on there until he is done, spilling his seed in you and praising you for being obedient after all the struggle. In those times, where he denies your orgasm and you obey, he doesn’t punish you for the whole week and you are thankful for that.
Some others, though, you fail. When he asks you not to come, to hang on a little longer until he is done, but you can’t control yourself, he interrupts your orgasm right at the highest point of it and ruins it for you.
He has you bucking your hips pathetically against nothing, crying in frustration and anticipation of the punishment that will follow your actions next. Your body twists underneath him while you grip the bed sheets underneath you, sobbing and begging for his mercy, “fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”.
Oh, he is definitely going to make you feel even sorry for it.
⊱ no holding back ; haitani ran x fem!reader x madarame shion
warnings: explicit, 18+, threeway (mmf) , alcohol consumption, inebriated reader, double vag penetration, oral: fem!receiving and m!receiving (male on male), brief dubcon/noncon, rough sex, painful sex, crying, drooling, creampie, petnames (babygirl, kitten, princess, pretty girl), reader referred to as girl multiple times
summary: you, ran, and shion have some fun and express some feelings you had all been holding back wc: 3k
a/n: thank you dice for betaing as usual <3
18 + // MINORS DN // dark content
How you ended up in this position was a bit fuzzy, the alcohol you had been drinking the majority of the night was still warming your limbs and your mind was filled with the pleasure of having two hot wet mouths sucking and biting at either side of your neck.
——
You had been out having drinks with Shion and Ran. A normal night for the three of you after a long day. “You’ve really never fucked a girl have you?” Ran smirked, he had known where he wanted this to go, he had known for a long time, and now with both of you were a little tipsy and he thought maybe he could swing it. Maybe he could finally have you both in his bed.
If Shion wasn’t blushing before he certainly was now. He wasn’t inexperienced, he had been single most of his life, but no, he had been with women before, nothing special, but he had. He had.
“Have you even kissed a girl?” Your mind may have been in the same place Ran’s was, but you certainly were a little more buzzed than you had expected, and the discussions the two of you had often had about Shion were lost in the back of your mind. All you could focus on was the pink flush of Shion’s cheeks. He looked down, eyes averting both your gazes.
Ran leaned over you, his hand slowly moving to Shion’s thigh. “You know, we can show you a thing or two. If you want, of course. My babygirl over here would love it.”
——
Time seemed to disappear and before you knew it you found yourself between the two of them. Shion’s cock heavy and grinding against your thigh, Ran’s arms wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to his chest to make sure you were still enough for Shion to do as he wished.
“Enjoying yourself, Princess? Do you like the way Shion feels against you?” Ran whispered in your ear, or perhaps he moaned, either way you found yourself whimpering in response. Especially as Shion nipped at your collarbone and slid his hand across your soaked panties, your skirt hiked up a long time ago.
How long had you been in this position? It was hard to tell; time seemed to simultaneously drag and fly at the same time. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the years of wanting this— of needing this— that made time lose all meaning.
“God you are so fuckin’ wet. Did ya know that? So fuckin’ wet for us.” The first actual words that had left Shion’s lips since the three of you had left the bar. He was sure the two of you were just fucking with him, but the way your lips grazed his ear when you asked him to come home with you, the way Ran dragged his hand up Shion’s thigh, as your words finally settled in, as the reality of the situation settled in - it all convinced him otherwise. The last of his doubts pushed out of his mind when Ran leaned over you, grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. A kiss that they both quickly deepend, that they both groaned into.
When Ran’s hands moved to your breasts and twirled your nipples between his fingers, you were brought back from the fog of your memories. Your hips bucked against Shion’s hand, now fully on your cunt, reveling in the soaked panties barely covering you. Reveling in the idea that he made your cunt ache, that you wanted him.
“N-need you two. P-please” your voice was a broken mess. Ran’s grip around your waist tightened and he ground his cock against your ass. Shion couldn’t control the moan that left his lips at those words, a moan that rumbled against your neck, where he had been licking and sucking.
“You want to taste her pussy Shion? Have you ever even made a girl cum before?” Ran’s tone was playful, you could hear the laugh that lingered behind his words. “My babygirl has the most delicious cunt, and with the way she’s moaning and moving, I bet she won't last very long.”
“Your cunt is that good huh? That good that Ran gave up everything for it?” Shions dark eyes met yours, a playful smile on his lips. “I think I’ll have a go, Ran. Bet she tastes real fucking good.” He moved up, finding Ran’s face, pressing his open mouth into it. Their cocks seemed to press into you harder as they kissed, as Ran moved an arm from your waist to tangle in Shion’s messy hair.
You whined in response, seeing them, feeling them, you needed them. You bucked your hips, desperate for them to give you more attention. Ran pulled you closer to him as Shion started to descend your body. “Open your legs baby. My perfect little slut. Let Shion see that pretty pussy of yours.” You spread your legs slowly, something about your desperation, about your body held down and spread open for Shion to admire had the heat of embarrassment setting your skin on fire. Shion continued to slide down your body, trailing hot, wet kisses down your stomach, nipping at your hips.
Ran grabbed the side of your panties and slid them over, exposing your soaking wet cunt to the cool air of the room, to the searing gaze of Shion. You hissed at the sensation, you moved your hips, unintentionally looking for friction.
“Such a pretty little cunt. Bet you do taste real fuckin’ good, yeah? Bet that cunt is delicious.” Shion licked his lips, eyeing your dripping pussy. He was dying to dive in and make you cum on his face, but also dying to drag out the orgasm he knew you needed. He wanted to prove he knew what he was doing, he wanted to make you regret teasing him.
“Get in there then, Shion.” Ran reached a hand down and tangled his fingers back into his hair, pushing his face closer to your pussy, his lips almost touching your throbbing clit. Shion lazily ran his tongue through your folds.
“You're right, Ran. Tastes s’fucking good.” Shion placed a kiss to your clit, then sucked you gently into his mouth. Ran was right, there was no way you were going to last long.
“It’s good babygirl? You like Shion sucking on that sweet clit?” Ran whispered in your ear, sending shivers up your spine.
“She’s so fuckin close, trembling so much. Isn’t that right baby?” His hand that was tangled in Shion’s hair pushed his head hard onto you, moving it back and forth roughly. The moan that left Shion at having his face shoved onto you, covering him in your juices, almost pushed you over the edge immediately.
“Keep goin’, she fuckin’ likes this so much. Tell him baby, tell him.” Ran’s words spun around your head, your orgasm quickly approaching.
“S’good Shion, mouth feels s’good.” Another moan into your cunt and your toes were curling, body trembling, hands meeting Ran’s on Shion’s head, helping hold him down as you hit ecstasy. A web of slick connected Shion’s face to your throbbing cunt as he pulled away, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Really took no time at all, huh?”
“Told you she was close.” Ran laughed. You were so easy to read, he knew you so fucking well. He knew you could never last, especially in the current situation.
“What a delicious little cunt, so pretty too.” He placed a kiss on your still throbbing clit; you jumped at the pressure, still coming down from your orgasm.
“Told ya. Come ‘ere, let me have some.” You were quickly pressed between their bodies again, their lips pressing into each other, groans filled your ears, unable to tell who exactly they were coming from through the fog of pleasure. Eventually, the weight of Shion’s body shifted, moving off you completely, earning a whine from both you and Ran at the lack of pressure. Your eyes followed him as he slid his briefs down and let his cock spring free, quickly moving his hand to stroke himself, looking up and down, taking the in the sight of your half naked trembling body held down tightly onto Ran’s, as he ground himself against you.
“See something you like?” Ran’s grip loosened, letting you finally breath, letting you move.
Shion only smiled and walked over, hand still stroking his thick cock, precum leaking from his tip. Ran reached out and gripped his hip, dragging him closer to the two of you, he sat up and slid you off of his lap. “Wait here babygirl.” He dropped to his knees in front of Shion, a devious smile playing at his lips. Shion matched it though, taking the red swollen head of his cock and slapped it against Ran’s face once, twice, until Ran grabbed the base to stop him.
“Don’t worry, kitten, you’ll get your chan-.” Shion’s voice was cut off as his length was pushed all the way into Ran’s mouth. He started moving his head, keeping a slow but steady pace, hand following his lips, as he took as much of Shion as he could. Shion weaved a hand through Ran’s hair and thrust himself hard, hitting the back of his throat, making Ran gag. “Fuck, Ran, throat so fuckin’ tight.” He pulled out and thrust back in, making him gag harder. “Should have let ya do this sooner.”
You were dripping, watching Shion fuck himself into Ran’s face, watching Ran’s hand move to his own cock, stroking it, trying to keep his movements in time with Shion’s thrusts. Both of those devious smiles now twisted into pleasure.
Shion pulled out completely with a pop. Ran’s breath was labored, heavy, trying to catch it after being denied it for so long. Shion slapped his cock into his face again. “Who taught you how to suck cock like that, Ran? Fuck, almost made me cum before I got to fuck your girl’s pretty little cunt.”
“Yeah well, been practicing for you.” He winked, you weren’t sure if he meant it or not, but something told you he did. Ran finally moved up from his knees, rising to his full height, standing above Shion. His hand gripped Shion’s face, tipping it up. “Want a taste, handsome?” Shion opened his mouth and pushed out his tongue. Ran smiled, letting a big glob of spit fall from his lips down into Shion’s waiting and open mouth. After what felt like an eternity he swallowed his spit, making an over exaggerated groan as he finished.
“I’ve always wanted you s’bad, Ran.” Shion’s voice was almost too quiet to hear, just loud enough for the two of you to make out the words. “Always wanted both of you.”
“We’re all yours, handsome. Ain’t that right, babygirl?” Ran’s eyes never left Shion’s, hand still roughly gripping his chin, keeping their gazes locked. Shion sucked in a shaky breath.
“All yours Shion.” You chimed in. Ran reached and arm out to you, hand gripping out into the empty space, beckoning you to come closer to them. You moved quickly to join them, finding yourself sliding between the two of them.
Ran gripped your panties and slid them down slowly as Shion wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you into a rough kiss. Ran’s arms slid under your thighs, spreading them as he lifted your feet off of the floor.
“Wanna get in here?” Ran spread your legs a little further apart. “Bet that cunt is begging for your cock.”
“Yeah? Bet she is, our little slut’s cunt is so needy, yeah?” Shion laughed, but his emphasis on our little slut was exaggerated.
“Our little slut, huh?” Ran dug his fingers hard into the soft flesh of your thighs, surely leaving bruises. “Our little slut.”
“Think I’ll fit?” Shion pushed the tip of his cock against your fluttering hole.
“Doesn’t matter, we’ll make it fit, babe.” Shion started to press into you, slowly stretching you open. Ran’s eyes switched back and forth between shions cock bullying itself into your tight cunt and the pleasure that contorted his face. Fuck, he had wanted this for so long.
“T-too big, Shion, too... Big…” You were lost in the pain and pleasure of Shion forcing himself into you, completely thoughtless, eyes rolling back. Ran and Shion laughed in unison.
“Shion too big, princess?” Ran was mocking you. “Just wait until we are both in there. See how that feels.” His words meant nothing to you, Shion’s hips finally hitting yours, his full length throbbing in you. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t even moan, you could barely keep your eyes open, as Shion slowly moved in and out of you, dragging his cock painfully slow against your soft walls.
“Our pretty girl’s cunt so fuckin’ tight, Ran. Fuck, don’t know how long I can hold out.” His voice was shaking, his hands, one wrapped around your throat, the other holding onto your hip, were trembling. The pleasure was overwhelming.
“You better wait. I didn’t go through all of this trouble to have you fill her up without me.” He pulled you back, sliding you off of Shion’s cock. Pulling your body with him as he laid down, both of your legs hanging off the side of the bed. Shion moved in, sliding his hands under your thighs, lifting you as Ran lined his cock up with your entrance. As Shion lowered you down on Ran’s cock, he whined, feeling your cunt wrapping around him, the first real touch he had experienced all night.
“Looks so good filled with you. Ya know that? So fuckin hot.” Shion lined himself up with your cunt.
“Wait!” Your eyes opened wide, it was no use though. Shion began pressing his cock against Ran’s trying desperately to force himself into your dripping cunt.
“S’ok babygirl, don’t worry. Told you I’d get him to fuck you stupid, princess. I told you, yeah?”
You nodded, trying desperately to calm yourself, trying desperately to relax as your cunt was being stretched further than you had ever been.
“Hurts, Ran, hurts…” It did, it hurt so bad, but you found yourself pushing down, trying to help Shion force himself beside Ran.
“I know babygirl, but don’t you want to please us? Isnt this what you wanted?”
Tears were spilling over your lashes, flowing down your face.
They groaned in unison when Shion finally forced his cock head into you.
“Fuck I’m not gonna last, Shion, just get in here.” Ran wrapped his arms around you tightly, forcing your arms to your sides, anchoring you once again to his body.
“You sure, Ran? Don’t want to kill her.” His voice was broken up from the pleasure, from the pure bliss of Ran’s cock pressed against him, of your throbbing cunt trying desperately to pull him in.
“Nah, fuck - she’ll make it.” You could hear it in Ran’s voice, he was serious, he was needy, and he was so close to losing himself.
“N-no please no” You tried to struggle in Ran’s grip but it was no use, he held you down too hard, his grip too strong. A scream ripped through your throat as Shion forced himself all the way into you. Ran’s moan was lewd, was loud, was of shion’s name.
Your heart raced, your body trembled, and you found yourself trying desperately to move. Not move away though, but sliding your cunt up and down, trying so hard to fuck them both. A hand met your clit, calloused fingers started to rub you quickly, desperately trying to make you cum before they gave in.
Your orgasm built quick, the fullness, the pain, the pleasure, their voices moaning each other's names, moaning your name all bringing you closer and closer. Your fingers gripped into Ran’s sides, the only thing you could latch on to.
“Cum for us, baby.” Ran was dying to have your cunt creaming around their cocks. He wanted to have your throbbing pussy sending them both over the edge so he could feel Shion’s cock pulsing next to his, so their cum could both fill you.
The knot that was building in your stomach finally snapped. Your orgasm was blinding, you sobbed, you lost control of everything, every single lingering thought left you. You babbled as drool began to dribble out of the corner of your mouth, only the feeling of Shion and Ran existed. They were both quick to follow you, their cocks pushing in and out of you as they filled your throbbing cunt with their cum. Shion kept moving, his cock sliding against Ran’s, fucking their cum into you further, deeper. The last thing he wanted to do was lose the feeling of your tight cunt pulsing around their cocks, forcing them together, sealing in their cum.
“Shion. Fuck. Stop babe.” Ran’s voice was cracked, the overstimulation was too much, you could feel his body twitching under you. His voice pulled Shion back from the haze he was lost in.
“S-sorry. Just so good. You two. So fuckin good.” He pulled out. Your whine at the loss of fullness was loud. Shion chuckled, “That was good, yeah?” He climbed into bed next to the two of you, helping pull you off of Ran, letting you rest between the two of them.
“Babygirl, you ok?” Ran leaned over, wiping tears off of your face. “Too much?”
“Too much” You nodded, reaching a shaking hand up to wipe the drool and tears off of your face.
“Think you did great, princess.” Shion placed a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Both of you… so fucking good to me.”
Ran turned to his side, pulling you close to his chest, kissing your head. Shion moved in, sandwiching you between them.
“Go to sleep you two, you did so well.” Ran traced the outline of the Shion's tattoo. You could hear the soft smile in his voice. “Ill be with you guys soon.” He wrapped his arm around both of you, settling in, watching as you and Shion fell into sleep. A sigh of contentment slipped past his lips when he saw the two of you were finally asleep.
“Love you two, so much.” Ran took one last look at you and Shion, cuddled close, chests rising and falling, and he closed his eyes and followed the both of you into sleep.
⊱ no holding back ; haitani ran x fem!reader x madarame shion
warnings: explicit, 18+, threeway (mmf) , alcohol consumption, inebriated reader, double vag penetration, oral: fem!receiving and m!receiving (male on male), brief dubcon/noncon, rough sex, painful sex, crying, drooling, creampie, petnames (babygirl, kitten, princess, pretty girl), reader referred to as girl multiple times
summary: you, ran, and shion have some fun and express some feelings you had all been holding back wc: 3k
a/n: thank you dice for betaing as usual <3
18 + // MINORS DN // dark content
How you ended up in this position was a bit fuzzy, the alcohol you had been drinking the majority of the night was still warming your limbs and your mind was filled with the pleasure of having two hot wet mouths sucking and biting at either side of your neck.
——
You had been out having drinks with Shion and Ran. A normal night for the three of you after a long day. “You’ve really never fucked a girl have you?” Ran smirked, he had known where he wanted this to go, he had known for a long time, and now with both of you were a little tipsy and he thought maybe he could swing it. Maybe he could finally have you both in his bed.
If Shion wasn’t blushing before he certainly was now. He wasn’t inexperienced, he had been single most of his life, but no, he had been with women before, nothing special, but he had. He had.
“Have you even kissed a girl?” Your mind may have been in the same place Ran’s was, but you certainly were a little more buzzed than you had expected, and the discussions the two of you had often had about Shion were lost in the back of your mind. All you could focus on was the pink flush of Shion’s cheeks. He looked down, eyes averting both your gazes.
Ran leaned over you, his hand slowly moving to Shion’s thigh. “You know, we can show you a thing or two. If you want, of course. My babygirl over here would love it.”
——
Time seemed to disappear and before you knew it you found yourself between the two of them. Shion’s cock heavy and grinding against your thigh, Ran’s arms wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to his chest to make sure you were still enough for Shion to do as he wished.
“Enjoying yourself, Princess? Do you like the way Shion feels against you?” Ran whispered in your ear, or perhaps he moaned, either way you found yourself whimpering in response. Especially as Shion nipped at your collarbone and slid his hand across your soaked panties, your skirt hiked up a long time ago.
How long had you been in this position? It was hard to tell; time seemed to simultaneously drag and fly at the same time. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the years of wanting this— of needing this— that made time lose all meaning.
“God you are so fuckin’ wet. Did ya know that? So fuckin’ wet for us.” The first actual words that had left Shion’s lips since the three of you had left the bar. He was sure the two of you were just fucking with him, but the way your lips grazed his ear when you asked him to come home with you, the way Ran dragged his hand up Shion’s thigh, as your words finally settled in, as the reality of the situation settled in - it all convinced him otherwise. The last of his doubts pushed out of his mind when Ran leaned over you, grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. A kiss that they both quickly deepend, that they both groaned into.
When Ran’s hands moved to your breasts and twirled your nipples between his fingers, you were brought back from the fog of your memories. Your hips bucked against Shion’s hand, now fully on your cunt, reveling in the soaked panties barely covering you. Reveling in the idea that he made your cunt ache, that you wanted him.
“N-need you two. P-please” your voice was a broken mess. Ran’s grip around your waist tightened and he ground his cock against your ass. Shion couldn’t control the moan that left his lips at those words, a moan that rumbled against your neck, where he had been licking and sucking.
“You want to taste her pussy Shion? Have you ever even made a girl cum before?” Ran’s tone was playful, you could hear the laugh that lingered behind his words. “My babygirl has the most delicious cunt, and with the way she’s moaning and moving, I bet she won't last very long.”
“Your cunt is that good huh? That good that Ran gave up everything for it?” Shions dark eyes met yours, a playful smile on his lips. “I think I’ll have a go, Ran. Bet she tastes real fucking good.” He moved up, finding Ran’s face, pressing his open mouth into it. Their cocks seemed to press into you harder as they kissed, as Ran moved an arm from your waist to tangle in Shion’s messy hair.
You whined in response, seeing them, feeling them, you needed them. You bucked your hips, desperate for them to give you more attention. Ran pulled you closer to him as Shion started to descend your body. “Open your legs baby. My perfect little slut. Let Shion see that pretty pussy of yours.” You spread your legs slowly, something about your desperation, about your body held down and spread open for Shion to admire had the heat of embarrassment setting your skin on fire. Shion continued to slide down your body, trailing hot, wet kisses down your stomach, nipping at your hips.
Ran grabbed the side of your panties and slid them over, exposing your soaking wet cunt to the cool air of the room, to the searing gaze of Shion. You hissed at the sensation, you moved your hips, unintentionally looking for friction.
“Such a pretty little cunt. Bet you do taste real fuckin’ good, yeah? Bet that cunt is delicious.” Shion licked his lips, eyeing your dripping pussy. He was dying to dive in and make you cum on his face, but also dying to drag out the orgasm he knew you needed. He wanted to prove he knew what he was doing, he wanted to make you regret teasing him.
“Get in there then, Shion.” Ran reached a hand down and tangled his fingers back into his hair, pushing his face closer to your pussy, his lips almost touching your throbbing clit. Shion lazily ran his tongue through your folds.
“You're right, Ran. Tastes s’fucking good.” Shion placed a kiss to your clit, then sucked you gently into his mouth. Ran was right, there was no way you were going to last long.
“It’s good babygirl? You like Shion sucking on that sweet clit?” Ran whispered in your ear, sending shivers up your spine.
“She’s so fuckin close, trembling so much. Isn’t that right baby?” His hand that was tangled in Shion’s hair pushed his head hard onto you, moving it back and forth roughly. The moan that left Shion at having his face shoved onto you, covering him in your juices, almost pushed you over the edge immediately.
“Keep goin’, she fuckin’ likes this so much. Tell him baby, tell him.” Ran’s words spun around your head, your orgasm quickly approaching.
“S’good Shion, mouth feels s’good.” Another moan into your cunt and your toes were curling, body trembling, hands meeting Ran’s on Shion’s head, helping hold him down as you hit ecstasy. A web of slick connected Shion’s face to your throbbing cunt as he pulled away, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Really took no time at all, huh?”
“Told you she was close.” Ran laughed. You were so easy to read, he knew you so fucking well. He knew you could never last, especially in the current situation.
“What a delicious little cunt, so pretty too.” He placed a kiss on your still throbbing clit; you jumped at the pressure, still coming down from your orgasm.
“Told ya. Come ‘ere, let me have some.” You were quickly pressed between their bodies again, their lips pressing into each other, groans filled your ears, unable to tell who exactly they were coming from through the fog of pleasure. Eventually, the weight of Shion’s body shifted, moving off you completely, earning a whine from both you and Ran at the lack of pressure. Your eyes followed him as he slid his briefs down and let his cock spring free, quickly moving his hand to stroke himself, looking up and down, taking the in the sight of your half naked trembling body held down tightly onto Ran’s, as he ground himself against you.
“See something you like?” Ran’s grip loosened, letting you finally breath, letting you move.
Shion only smiled and walked over, hand still stroking his thick cock, precum leaking from his tip. Ran reached out and gripped his hip, dragging him closer to the two of you, he sat up and slid you off of his lap. “Wait here babygirl.” He dropped to his knees in front of Shion, a devious smile playing at his lips. Shion matched it though, taking the red swollen head of his cock and slapped it against Ran’s face once, twice, until Ran grabbed the base to stop him.
“Don’t worry, kitten, you’ll get your chan-.” Shion’s voice was cut off as his length was pushed all the way into Ran’s mouth. He started moving his head, keeping a slow but steady pace, hand following his lips, as he took as much of Shion as he could. Shion weaved a hand through Ran’s hair and thrust himself hard, hitting the back of his throat, making Ran gag. “Fuck, Ran, throat so fuckin’ tight.” He pulled out and thrust back in, making him gag harder. “Should have let ya do this sooner.”
You were dripping, watching Shion fuck himself into Ran’s face, watching Ran’s hand move to his own cock, stroking it, trying to keep his movements in time with Shion’s thrusts. Both of those devious smiles now twisted into pleasure.
Shion pulled out completely with a pop. Ran’s breath was labored, heavy, trying to catch it after being denied it for so long. Shion slapped his cock into his face again. “Who taught you how to suck cock like that, Ran? Fuck, almost made me cum before I got to fuck your girl’s pretty little cunt.”
“Yeah well, been practicing for you.” He winked, you weren’t sure if he meant it or not, but something told you he did. Ran finally moved up from his knees, rising to his full height, standing above Shion. His hand gripped Shion’s face, tipping it up. “Want a taste, handsome?” Shion opened his mouth and pushed out his tongue. Ran smiled, letting a big glob of spit fall from his lips down into Shion’s waiting and open mouth. After what felt like an eternity he swallowed his spit, making an over exaggerated groan as he finished.
“I’ve always wanted you s’bad, Ran.” Shion’s voice was almost too quiet to hear, just loud enough for the two of you to make out the words. “Always wanted both of you.”
“We’re all yours, handsome. Ain’t that right, babygirl?” Ran’s eyes never left Shion’s, hand still roughly gripping his chin, keeping their gazes locked. Shion sucked in a shaky breath.
“All yours Shion.” You chimed in. Ran reached and arm out to you, hand gripping out into the empty space, beckoning you to come closer to them. You moved quickly to join them, finding yourself sliding between the two of them.
Ran gripped your panties and slid them down slowly as Shion wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you into a rough kiss. Ran’s arms slid under your thighs, spreading them as he lifted your feet off of the floor.
“Wanna get in here?” Ran spread your legs a little further apart. “Bet that cunt is begging for your cock.”
“Yeah? Bet she is, our little slut’s cunt is so needy, yeah?” Shion laughed, but his emphasis on our little slut was exaggerated.
“Our little slut, huh?” Ran dug his fingers hard into the soft flesh of your thighs, surely leaving bruises. “Our little slut.”
“Think I’ll fit?” Shion pushed the tip of his cock against your fluttering hole.
“Doesn’t matter, we’ll make it fit, babe.” Shion started to press into you, slowly stretching you open. Ran’s eyes switched back and forth between shions cock bullying itself into your tight cunt and the pleasure that contorted his face. Fuck, he had wanted this for so long.
“T-too big, Shion, too... Big…” You were lost in the pain and pleasure of Shion forcing himself into you, completely thoughtless, eyes rolling back. Ran and Shion laughed in unison.
“Shion too big, princess?” Ran was mocking you. “Just wait until we are both in there. See how that feels.” His words meant nothing to you, Shion’s hips finally hitting yours, his full length throbbing in you. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t even moan, you could barely keep your eyes open, as Shion slowly moved in and out of you, dragging his cock painfully slow against your soft walls.
“Our pretty girl’s cunt so fuckin’ tight, Ran. Fuck, don’t know how long I can hold out.” His voice was shaking, his hands, one wrapped around your throat, the other holding onto your hip, were trembling. The pleasure was overwhelming.
“You better wait. I didn’t go through all of this trouble to have you fill her up without me.” He pulled you back, sliding you off of Shion’s cock. Pulling your body with him as he laid down, both of your legs hanging off the side of the bed. Shion moved in, sliding his hands under your thighs, lifting you as Ran lined his cock up with your entrance. As Shion lowered you down on Ran’s cock, he whined, feeling your cunt wrapping around him, the first real touch he had experienced all night.
“Looks so good filled with you. Ya know that? So fuckin hot.” Shion lined himself up with your cunt.
“Wait!” Your eyes opened wide, it was no use though. Shion began pressing his cock against Ran’s trying desperately to force himself into your dripping cunt.
“S’ok babygirl, don’t worry. Told you I’d get him to fuck you stupid, princess. I told you, yeah?”
You nodded, trying desperately to calm yourself, trying desperately to relax as your cunt was being stretched further than you had ever been.
“Hurts, Ran, hurts…” It did, it hurt so bad, but you found yourself pushing down, trying to help Shion force himself beside Ran.
“I know babygirl, but don’t you want to please us? Isnt this what you wanted?”
Tears were spilling over your lashes, flowing down your face.
They groaned in unison when Shion finally forced his cock head into you.
“Fuck I’m not gonna last, Shion, just get in here.” Ran wrapped his arms around you tightly, forcing your arms to your sides, anchoring you once again to his body.
“You sure, Ran? Don’t want to kill her.” His voice was broken up from the pleasure, from the pure bliss of Ran’s cock pressed against him, of your throbbing cunt trying desperately to pull him in.
“Nah, fuck - she’ll make it.” You could hear it in Ran’s voice, he was serious, he was needy, and he was so close to losing himself.
“N-no please no” You tried to struggle in Ran’s grip but it was no use, he held you down too hard, his grip too strong. A scream ripped through your throat as Shion forced himself all the way into you. Ran’s moan was lewd, was loud, was of shion’s name.
Your heart raced, your body trembled, and you found yourself trying desperately to move. Not move away though, but sliding your cunt up and down, trying so hard to fuck them both. A hand met your clit, calloused fingers started to rub you quickly, desperately trying to make you cum before they gave in.
Your orgasm built quick, the fullness, the pain, the pleasure, their voices moaning each other's names, moaning your name all bringing you closer and closer. Your fingers gripped into Ran’s sides, the only thing you could latch on to.
“Cum for us, baby.” Ran was dying to have your cunt creaming around their cocks. He wanted to have your throbbing pussy sending them both over the edge so he could feel Shion’s cock pulsing next to his, so their cum could both fill you.
The knot that was building in your stomach finally snapped. Your orgasm was blinding, you sobbed, you lost control of everything, every single lingering thought left you. You babbled as drool began to dribble out of the corner of your mouth, only the feeling of Shion and Ran existed. They were both quick to follow you, their cocks pushing in and out of you as they filled your throbbing cunt with their cum. Shion kept moving, his cock sliding against Ran’s, fucking their cum into you further, deeper. The last thing he wanted to do was lose the feeling of your tight cunt pulsing around their cocks, forcing them together, sealing in their cum.
“Shion. Fuck. Stop babe.” Ran’s voice was cracked, the overstimulation was too much, you could feel his body twitching under you. His voice pulled Shion back from the haze he was lost in.
“S-sorry. Just so good. You two. So fuckin good.” He pulled out. Your whine at the loss of fullness was loud. Shion chuckled, “That was good, yeah?” He climbed into bed next to the two of you, helping pull you off of Ran, letting you rest between the two of them.
“Babygirl, you ok?” Ran leaned over, wiping tears off of your face. “Too much?”
“Too much” You nodded, reaching a shaking hand up to wipe the drool and tears off of your face.
“Think you did great, princess.” Shion placed a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Both of you… so fucking good to me.”
Ran turned to his side, pulling you close to his chest, kissing your head. Shion moved in, sandwiching you between them.
“Go to sleep you two, you did so well.” Ran traced the outline of the Shion's tattoo. You could hear the soft smile in his voice. “Ill be with you guys soon.” He wrapped his arm around both of you, settling in, watching as you and Shion fell into sleep. A sigh of contentment slipped past his lips when he saw the two of you were finally asleep.
“Love you two, so much.” Ran took one last look at you and Shion, cuddled close, chests rising and falling, and he closed his eyes and followed the both of you into sleep.
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Bang Chan x fem!reader
You help Chan paint his nails, but find out later why he wanted them to be painted in the first place…
Word Count: 2.2k
Genre: Fluff, Smut (18+ minors DNI)
Warnings: Smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), choking, daddy kink, possessive!Chan, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, cum play, bruising/marking, mature language
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📓One-shot, Explicit (9k) 🖤Lee Know x (afab) Reader 🪐Boxer AU / Neighbors AU, Tsundere/Brat Tamer!Minho 🏷️Witty, Raunchy 🚨Masturbation, dom/sub dynamics (feat. use of the pet name "kitten"), possessive behavior (my guy just doesn't like sharing), bondage (restraining), edging, oral sex, use of sex toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cumplay (sorta), unprotected sex, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended for the amount of filth you're about to read 💭Accompanying soundtrack Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 📬Requested by starlight anon. I've had a blast working on this. Hope you enjoy! 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior
SYNOPSIS As you watch your friend Minho during boxing practice, the way he moves riddles you with a singular thought and you catch yourself actually saying it out loud, completely unaware how this is going to colossally backfire on you.
“I would so dom his pretty face off.”
This motherfucker…
That was literally the only thing you could think of when you thought of Minho. Starting from the moment you talked to him for the first time.
While moving into your building on a Sunday all those months ago, Minho made an entire scene in the process, ordering the movers around like he was coaching a tactical assault team. If his sandbag was not placed in the exact coordinates he provided, the world would stop turning apparently. The commotion was broadcast for the entire hallway to listen in since he refused to close his front door until he was fully settled in. The unnecessarily curious cat inside of you urged you to keep stealing glances of his place right across yours to spot a good timing to walk over there - not that you were weirdly intrigued by this sandbag man who would be your hallmate for the foreseeable future, but you know… to be nice. To ask if he needed anything maybe.
No, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was insanely hot and you had this incessant itch in your brain to learn about his marital status. It was just the polite thing to do; niceties needed to be observed.
Like, damn, those arms, though. Wait, what?
It was the evening hours when you walked across the hall to knock on his finally closed door to welcome him to the building. You most certainly didn't expect him to appear at this door frame like that.
Wowza!
Your neighbor opened the door for you clad in black and red shorts and bandages wrapped around his hands only. His toned bare chest was covered in sweat and stray locks of his chestnut hair were sticking to his forehead. He leaned against his door frame with his elbow, the other hand still on the door handle. You could perfectly make out the fresh scars of his tattoo of a polygonal tiger figure that started on his right bicep and traveled all the way back to what you assumed was his shoulder blade. Considering it looked like it was still healing, he must have got it done pretty recently.
"Yeah?"
Your mind went full tabula rasa because of the magnificent sight in front of you. What were words and how did you pull them out of your long-term memory?
"I- I uh-"
"I’m in the middle of practice. Can you make it quick?"
Practice for what? How to be a fucking demigod?!
You summoned all your sanity back to its container and managed to produce a greeting.
"I'm Y/N, I live across the hall. I just wanted to say welcome to the building and ask if you needed anything."
"Minho. Not now, thanks," he responded curtly and attempted to close his door.
"Hey!" you furrowed your brows and pushed the door back to keep it from closing, in complete disbelief of his lack of basic manners.
"I'm just trying to be nice! No fucking need to be colossally rude, you know?"
Minho looked at you with an aloof expression and gestured his upper body, "I mean… I know."
"Not like that. It means disrespectful."
"I just said I know. Aren't you listening?"
"NOT LIKE THAT, you’re just not a nice person, oh my fucking god."
As Minho crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk, you marched back to your own place seething in annoyance and slammed the door close, mumbling "What a complete asshole," not bothering to keep your voice down in the slightest.
It sort of went downhill from there.
It felt like Minho made it his life’s mission to tease and annoy you every chance he got for his exclusive entertainment. Your daily interactions turned into a competition of ‘Who’s gonna get the last word?’ over the most mundane of topics, trying to outsmart or one-up each other over who was gonna get the first morning coffee or the last everything bagel at the bakery downstairs, who was gonna park at that spot closest to the garage door, or who was gonna get on the elevator if it happened to be crowded and could only carry one more person. You know, very mature, grown-up struggles. Minho didn’t have a single bone of chivalry in his body, so it would be the most futile of endeavors to expect any kind of gentlemanly gesture from him. You just went at it like two tigers battling over territory.
Weeks later on another Sunday night, you kept tossing and turning on your bed because the constant punching noises and grunts that kept coming from Minho's apartment just would not let you fall asleep. Half an hour into your struggle, you couldn’t take it anymore and started banging on his door like a creditor who was supposed to collect money.
Minho opened the door swiftly, covered in his usual sheen of sweat and seemingly incredibly annoyed, "What the hell is the matter with you? What do you want from my door?"
"For the billionth time, Minho, do you even know what the concept of time is? It's fucking midnight!"
"I own a clock. What's your point?"
Do not try to reason with this man, you told yourself calmly. He’s incapable of processing it. Just get to the point.
"Could you please keep it down?"
"No. I have a match in two days."
It was astounding how this man legitimately thought the universe revolved around him.
"And I have a fucking pitch meeting tomorrow that I need to present at. I need to sleep, Minho!"
Minho proceeded to display the maximum amount of insolence he was capable of containing and closed the door to your face.
"OPEN THE FUCK UP YOU DICKHEAD!!" you kept banging on the door. Minho quickly returned with something in his hand that look like headphones and shoved it into your chest.
"Here, these are hunter ear protectors. Next level noise canceling. Just stop bitching and let me practice in peace. This is a championship match," he declared and closed the door again, leaving you in utter frustration.
This motherfucker…
I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THE AUDACITY OF THIS MOTHERFUCKER!!!
The next morning, you woke up with the bare minimum of shuteye you were able to squeeze in. Minho’s ear protectors actually worked, but you were so incredibly annoyed with him that the mere knowledge of him existing in the apartment across the hall literally kept you awake all night. Your exasperation was still there while you were getting ready, while you were preparing your bag, and even while you were walking towards the elevator.
"Hey, hold the door!"
This motherfucker…
Since you were still very much pissed at Minho, you saw absolutely no harm in pretending not to hear him and walked into the elevator. The hope to be able to ride eighteen floors down in peace was short-lived as Minho slammed his hand between the doors right when they were about to close and forced them to open again.
"I know you heard me. Why didn't you hold the door?"
You shrugged, "Didn't feel like it."
"Someone's got up from the left side today," he jeered, "Ever thought of giving getting laid a try? Should make people massively tolerable."
Minho turned your annoyance levels from a hundred to ‘pull over if you don’t wanna die’ status real quick as if he activated some NOS switch inside you.
"That effectively concludes it's been two blue moons since you last busted a nut, my guy. Practice what you preach, maybe."
"Bold of you to assume I didn't bust it just last night," Minho sneered.
"That’s RICH!" you sneered, "For your information, the walls in this building are not exactly iron-clad. I would have heard it if that was true."
"So you're spying on me," Minho broke into a smug grin, "Why the sudden interest in my orgasm tally?"
I just cannot believe his motherfucker…
"You know what, you can kiss my ass, Minho."
He suddenly slammed his hand on the stop button and trapped you against the elevator mirror.
"What did you just say to me?"
He was so dangerously close, almost flush against you. Come to think of it, you had never seen his face this up close before. What sharp features he had… Cheekbones to die for. A jawline that could cut you. One eyebrow cocked daring you in the most seductive way. You could smell his shampoo and cologne on the heat waves emitted from his body towards yours. If this move was supposed to be scaring you, Minho was remarkably failing at it because all that was dripping from his eyes was sheer hunger.
How the fuck was this the same guy from ten seconds ago? It was like he shapeshifted.
And you absolutely hated how much it turned you on.
"Don't. Fucking. Ask for. What you absolutely cannot handle, kitten."
Kitten?
The electricity in the air was so palpable you were sure you were about to get shocked if Minho so much as blew air towards you. He leaned into your ear and spoke in the softest of whispers.
"Don’t test me. I’m warning you."
This wasn’t a threat. This wasn’t even an actual warning.
It was a fucking dare.
"Warning me for what?"
Minho was literally just two milimeters away from your lips. He was so close that you could actually feel the outline of his mouth brushing on yours in the gentlest way possible, enough for you to question whether you were actually feeling him, or if it was just his breath condensing on your lips.
"For you having to brace yourself because I will not stop."
When Minho pressed the button to make the elevator run again, you felt your stomach drop along with the elevator cabin.
But for all the wrong reasons.
Your entire dynamics with Minho changed from that day on.
Make no mistake, he was still relentlessly on your nerves, but the targeted outcome of his teasing seemed to have shifted massively. Whenever he opened his mouth, he kept throwing in these innuendos, double entendres somewhere in his sentences, and although he was not a particularly touchy-feely person, you could swear he was making up excuses to establish physical contact with you. You could never comment on any of that because that would mean risking making a complete fool out of yourself since there was no evident proof: everything he did or said was completely defendable, but still very subtly laced with ulterior motives. You just knew he had an agenda. And much to your dismay, you realized you actually fucking welcomed it.
Your Sunday morning routine was interrupted by urgent knocks on your door. It was Minho clad in his practice attire with his duffel bag thrown on his shoulder.
"Morning, Minh-"
"Hey, my roommate's supposed to move in today. I told him to wait for me at your place. I'll owe you one. Thanks."
Minho took off as soon as he finished his sentence leaving you completely bewildered by your door. You yelled behind his back, fully aware it would be futile.
"HELLO? I HAVE A LIFE???"
"Stop bitching, it's Sunday," Minho spoke as he walked to the elevator, "I know you have nowhere else to be."
At least give me a fucking name, why don't you? This motherfucker…
The expected doorbell rang in the afternoon. You opened to door to see a man holding a large carrier by your doorstep and he cheerfully greeted you.
"Hi, is this Y/N?"
"Um… hi! Minho's roommate, right?"
"Uh- yeah, sure," he giggled.
"Come in. Welcome. I think," you trailed off into a mumble.
The man handed you the carrier per your invitation and the motion could only be described as Minho-class rude. Did he actually think you were Minho's fucking butler or some shit?
"Thank you so much for this. He was on the brink of trashing my entire apartment because he misses his Minho a normal amount."
"Excuse me?"
He covered his mouth in panic, "Oh shit, I shouldn't have said it like that. I swear he's actually really gentle!"
You looked closer at the carriage, more carefully at what it contained and the round silverish name tag that flickered inside.
Pudding
"Minho… owns a cat?"
"No, Pudding owns Minh-"
"MINHO OWNS A FUCKING CAT????"
You grabbed the carrier from the man to carefully open it and get acquainted with the orange tabby cat with the softest white paws you’d ever seen inside.
"Hiii, Pudding! Oh my god, you’re so fucking precious, you absolute fluffbutt!!!"
You were suffering from such acute cuteness aggression that you completely forgot there was someone else by your door until he spoke to you again.
"Uh- It's Jisung, by the way. Very pleased to meet you."
"Pleasure's all mine!" you yelled in excitement while still looking at the cat, and turned to him once again, "Shit, I'm so sorry. It's just… cats are my FUCKING KRYPTONITE!"
"I figured as much," he smiled.
"Please come in! Would you like some coffee?"
All in all, Jisung was a good friend of Minho’s as well as working for him in an executive capacity, or so he claimed.
"So, you’re his assistant."
"More like his right hand," Jisung corrected you, "He can’t do shit without me."
"Are you sure?"
He sighed, "You would be surprised how fucking clueless he is about some of the most regular stuff. Where do you get your dry cleaning done?"
"Uh- Downstairs? We have a place on site."
"Yet, he doesn’t know that," to which you responded with a loud cackle.
You spent the afternoon chatting with Jisung while Pudding was investigating every single corner of your apartment as if he was going to rent the place from you. Needless to say, it was incredibly hard for you to stay focused on your conversation with Jisung while your eyes kept following the kitty everywhere. After finishing his coffee, he got up to leave not to overstay his welcome and you exchanged thank yous over coffee versus a pleasant conversation. It was around dinnertime when Minho came back home.
"Yes?" you opened the door the tiniest measure with squinted eyes.
"Hey, where is he?"
"Who is?"
"My roommate."
You broke into a mischievous grin, "Why aren't you saying his name?"
"I don’t see the need?"
"Suit yourself," you retorted and closed the door to his face to give him a dose of his own medicine. Minho immediately banged on your door again as you leaned against the door.
"Come on, Y/N, it’s not funny! I need to see him!"
"See who?"
"Him."
Why though? It really didn’t make any sense for Minho to purposefully avoid saying the name of his own cat.
"Please? I need to see Pudding."
You didn’t know what it was. It could be how fucking cute the name was or Minho’s pleading tone conveying how much he indeed missed his cat. You caught yourself smiling and finally caved to open the door.
"Come in. You have a visitor."
Minho’s eyes widened. He was… smiling. Genuinely. Then it evolved into a burst of blinding laughter when Pudding unleashed himself on Minho upon sight, rubbing himself everywhere.
"Hey, buddy! I missed you, too. I missed you so fucking much," Minho kept scratching the purring kitty's tummy, "Look what I have for you. It’s your favorite!"
Minho took out a tube of what looked like some paste from his pocket and kneeled in front of Pudding to feed him. You closed the door and just watched them fondly for some time with arms crossed over your chest. You were so engrossed in the cuteness that Minho’s voice caught you super off guard.
"Thank you. For taking care of him for me when I'm gone."
"It was an absolute pleasure," you kneeled to scratch under Pudding’s chin, still beaming at him, "I think I might be crushing hard on someone. Isn’t that right, baby boy?"
Minho turned his gaze to you as you kept petting the kitty and broke into a smile himself.
"You uh- You wanna… have dinner together or whatever? I was about to order some Chinese."
Can't be direct at any cost. This motherfucker…
"Chinese sounds great," you smiled back at him.
"Let’s go home, buddy," Minho cuddled Pudding and made his way back to his place. You grabbed your keys and followed suit behind him.
This could be the first time that you and Minho had an actually humane interaction, talking about stuff to get to know each other. Where one another is from, how he adopted Pudding, why he named him Pudding, where he was before moving here, where you graduated from, all that jazz… Naturally, at some point the topic shifted to work stuff.
"Why did you even choose boxing?"
"For the thrill, I guess," Minho unboxed his food on the coffee table.
"Because there is absolutely no other sport left in the universe. Why don't you go paragliding or some shit?"
"Yeah, other sports don’t have hot girls holding up cards, so…"
You furrowed your brows to mean ‘The fuck is wrong with you?’ but would Minho tolerate the snark?
"Learn to take a joke, will you?"
Absolutely not. Back to his own self at lightspeed.
While you were unboxing your own food, you eyed Minho’s spring rolls and with the support of some unexplainable courage washing over you, you reached out to take one of them.
Just to be met with Minho reflexively slapping your hand.
"What in the fresh fuck, Minho?"
"Behave. I don’t share food."
"Eye dun sheer fyood~" you imitated him in an annoying voice, "For a guy who fucks shit up for a living you’re way too intense, just saying. It’s a fucking spring roll."
Besides the almost-showdown over spring rolls, the dinner ended up being quite pleasant with Pudding patiently staring at you for food during the entire thing. Minho did not cave one bit, but you were on the brink of melting.
"Can I ju-"
"Absolutely not. He knows he’s not supposed to do that. God, you’re such a sucker for cats, aren’t you?"
"Correction: The biggest sucker," you turned to Pudding with sorry eyes, pretending to sniffle, "I tried, baby, I really tried."
Minho flashed a grin and offered a glass for you, "Cardinal Melon?"
"Only hell yeah."
The refreshing drink did wonders to you after the intense spiciness. While you were scratching Pudding’s head with your other hand, Minho placed his glass on the coffee table and placed his elbows on his knees.
"Can I ask you something?"
"That's new. You usually blurt shit out," you commented sarcastically, "Shoot."
"Remember that morning in the elevator?"
You didn’t know what prompted him to ask that, but you couldn’t help the super involuntary gulp, "Yeah?"
"I was really aggressive with the way I came onto you, but you didn't do anything to outright push me away. Why?"
Came onto you? That was his way of coming on to you?
WHAT?
"I don't know," you replied trying to sound as casual as you could, "I guess you caught me off guard."
"If I had really caught you off guard, we would have already fucked in there and you know it."
Yes, Minho was the living embodiment of the anti-censor movement, but this much forwardness was new even for you.
"Is it because you think I'm hot?"
"MINHO!"
"What? It's a legitimate question."
How would you even respond to such a question? On one hand was being honest. You indeed found Minho criminally attractive, and you didn’t actually lie when you said he’d caught you off guard. Come to think of it, if it was someone else you haven’t had the slightest interest in, the move would prompt a scream for help, but all you could think of that particular morning was how his lips tasted.
"Or is it because you're into that stuff?"
"What stuff?"
"You know. BDSM."
"On occasion, yeah."
"So you're a switch."
How did he manage to steer the conversation to this lane exactly?
"I'm not denying nor confirming this information."
Minho laughed at your response and grabbed his drink again. You examined him for some time. Subjecting him to your absolutely carnal female gaze would be a more appropriate way of putting it, of course.
"No way in hell you're a switch, though."
"Damn straight," he raised his glass towards you like he was giving a toast, "I do nothing but dom. Should be pretty obvious."
"It is."
It was obvious, but entirely as a deduction from his personality traits, not because you were able to understand the root reason.
"What is it about domination that gets you going so much?"
Minho took another sip from his drink, "Simple. You can't tell me what to do."
You chortled, "Way too confident coming from a fucking cat butler."
"Cats are very independent creatures. They show affection when they want to, and won’t take shit from you," he stared into your eyes before continuing, "I really like that about them."
His tone suggested something else entirely. Like the topic of conversation was not actually feline behavior.
Minho leaned back and made himself comfortable to a degree that he was manspreading on the couch. There it was again. That daring look.
"To answer your question, if a line is crossed, there should be consequences. It allows me to indulge in that."
You had absolutely no idea why his words were forcing you to gulp that thickly although you literally had a drink in your hand.
"And you best believe my consequences are nothing but delicious."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say it sounds like you want those lines to be crossed."
You could tell the aggressive tension between you for weeks considerably lessened, but it lent itself to be replaced with some other form of tension and it was building up at a dangerously fast pace. Minho didn't respond to you and just examined you for some time.
Subjecting you to his absolutely carnal male gaze would be a more appropriate way of putting it, of course.
"So, finals, huh?" you asked in an attempt to break the tension that started suffocating you.
"Yup."
"Nervous?"
"Not really."
"How can you be so confident about everything all the time?"
Minho lazily smirked, "It’s easy when you know you’re the best at something."
This motherfucker…
"Sounds like you talk a lot of smack to me."
"I can put my money where my mouth is. You’re more than welcome to come watch."
"When is it?"
"Friday night."
"Fuck, really?" you exclaimed in utter disappointment because you actually really wanted to watch him in his full glory, "I have a work function thing that day."
But Minho had an alternative solution for you.
"Then come watch me practice tomorrow."
There it was. The daring look again. You smiled back and took him up on the offer.
"I’ll be there."
Since it was a weekday, you thanked Minho for the food, squeezed Pudding on your way out, and hit the bed although you really wanted to stay at his place. You had trouble falling asleep that night but for an entirely different reason this time.
That was when you started eyeing your nightstand.
Again.
You had been doing this a lot lately. Pleasuring yourself to sleep with Minho's naked upper body engraved behind your eyelids, imagining the vibrations between your legs were actually him humming into you, aggressively lapping at you until you crumbled within him within mere minutes. And it always ended with you moaning the same thing every single night.
Fuck, Minho…
The next day after work you headed to the address Minho gave you. It was a large hall in dark colors, boxing equipment around the gigantic ring right in the middle. Jisung was the one to welcome you.
"I've been informed that today there was gonna be a guest of honor. Come this way."
He led you to a ringside area to settle down and you started watching Minho. Completely in his element.
"He's great at what he does, isn't he?" Jisung spoke to your direction, "Tell me if this fucker doesn't have massive big dick energy."
"Is it the energy or the dick that’s massive?"
Jisung burst into laughter at your remark, "Okay I started it, but don’t be crass, come on."
This was supposed to be a competitive combat sport but Minho moved like he was dancing. Movements on-point and precise, executed with intention to knock out, full of force, but still somewhat graceful. He was drenched in sweat, veins popping everywhere, gloss on the skin making his tattoo shine under the spotlights, which you were convinced was the representation of the preying tiger that lived inside him.
"I would so dom his pretty face off."
"Uh- think you’re thinking out loud, Y/N," Jisung woke you up with raised brows and a surprised smile.
Oh, shit.
After the initial embarrassment faded, you turned to Minho once again and continued with your elbows on your knees, watching him with now squinted eyes.
"Nah, I don’t know," you tilted your head, "He thinks he’s all that, but I’d so top him. He just reeks of someone who likes being rattled."
"Maybe tell him that some time," Jisung winked and went over to the ring to give some towels to Minho. After drying his sweat, he jumped off the ring and made his way to you.
"Convinced now?"
"Not bad, not bad at all boxer dude," you slowly clapped, "I hereby wish you good luck with the match on Friday."
"I make my own luck, gorgeous. I’m gonna win with a TKO, no doubt about it."
Gorgeous.
"I'm just wishing it. A little good luck literally never hurts anyone."
Minho smiled at your words, "I know you can’t come to the match because of your work thing."
"Yeah," you averted your eyes to the floor.
"So, you’re in charge of the afterparty instead."
"I’m in what of the afterwhat now?"
He smirked, "You heard me loud and clear."
And kissed you out of nowhere. It got you by such a big surprise that you couldn't even open your eyes for a moment.
"For a little good luck. Now I’m two hundred percent sure I’m gonna win," Minho bit into his smile and hit the showers.
This motherfucker, you smiled to yourself.
"What the f- Goddess much?"
You opened the door for the rowdy crowd in front of Minho’s place in the hopes of hearing the expected outcome, but instead of breaking it to you, that was what Minho blurted out upon seeing you in a little black dress. You shooed away the flustered smile and looked at him with expectant eyes.
"Tell me the good news."
"BOW DOWN TO KING MIN!!!"
Upon Jisung’s firestarter, the guys on either side of Minho lifted his belt while violently shaking his shoulders and the crowd made their way inside with even rowdier cheering, making themselves immediately comfortable.
"Told you I’d win," Minho smirked.
"TKO?"
"You already know."
You smiled in return, "You got ‘em, tiger."
A really loud sound erupted from the champagne bottle Jisung popped, which caused Pudding to haul ass towards Minho’s room.
"THE FUCK JISUNG, YOU’RE SCARING PUDDING! It’s alright baby boy, come here."
You held the kitty in your embrace and made your way to the couch to soothe him. After calming down, Pudding kept rubbing himself on you and never left your lap. And quite honestly, you couldn’t give a rat’s ass about all the shedding. Minho plopped down to the couch right next to you and you glanced at him with a look still laced with adoration towards Pudding.
"I still can’t believe you have a cat."
"Why is that so hard to believe?" Minho extended his arm behind you.
"I don’t know," you shrugged, "You being able to show affection is like witnessing Atlantis."
He smiled and scratched Pudding’s head on your lap.
"He likes you a little too much."
"Jealous?" you grinned.
"I’m literally his servant. He’d better like me more."
Pudding kept tossing and turning on your lap and rubbed himself on your legs.
"You know, cats do that to leave their scent."
You busted out a loud cackle, "Are you serious? Is he trying to mark me or something?"
"Possible,” Minho flashed a knowing smile, "Takes after his dad after all."
What to do with this information…
"So, Y/N, we haven’t had much chance to talk before,” the guy named Changbin spoke to you, "What do you do?"
"I work in advertising."
"Any clients we might know?"
Jisung intervened before your answer, "Might be of interest to know this dude is a major car enthusiast. Do your thing."
"In that case,” you shifted Pudding on your lap to reach out for your drink, "you may have heard of a brand called Ferrari."
"HOT DAMN! Are you seeing anyone?"
The crowd in the living room burst into roaring laughter.
Well, except Minho.
"With all due respect which is none, cool it, Casanova."
"I’m just saying, man,” Changbin continued shamelessly, "That sounds fascinating. I’m always down to get drinks, I’d love to get to know you more."
"Sure, why not?" you replied to him with an appreciative smile.
"Mind if I get your number?"
You made a move to reach for Changbin’s phone to type in your digits but Minho beat you to it and put the phone back on the coffee table.
"Y/N. A word," he got up from the couch.
"Huh?"
"We’re gonna have a little talk. Grab your keys."
"Is everything okay?"
"With me. Now."
Minho walked out of his apartment and waited for you to unlock your front door to let himself in. And once he did he started frantically pacing inside and eventually stopped in your room. You followed after him.
"What’s going on?”
"What are you trying to do?"
He was supposed to be celebrating tonight. You didn’t know where this sudden outburst came from.
"Making friends?"
"Does it really seem like Changbin’s after being drinking buddies with you?"
You were super confused. So what if he wasn’t?
"What are you saying?"
"Weren’t you fucking listening when I told you I don’t share food?"
"Excuse you?"
Minho ruffled his head in utter frustration. It was like he was trying to find words but majestically failing at it.
"When are you gonna get it into your hea- When are you- Fuck!"
"Minho, you’re not making any sense."
"Sense,” he scoffed and made his way towards you.
"l told you not to test me, didn’t I?"
He gently placed his hands on your shoulders and mumbled to himself in such a low decibel that it was almost inaudible.
"Mine. All mine."
You felt like you were struck by a lightning. All those times you were almost sure, you almost wanted to say something, ask something, heck even initiate something, but you just didn’t wanna make a fool out of yourself… There was absolutely no room left for doubt now.
This was your chance.
You tilted your head and asked in such a soft voice, "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Minho was instantly rattled, "Me? Who the fuck do you think you are? I heard you at practice the other day."
"Wow, you have ears," you purposefully derided.
"Cut the sass. I’m talking about how you would dom my pretty face off."
Oh, shit.
"Yeah, the acoustics are unnecessarily good at the ring. You could have talked by the front door and I still would have heard you."
Collect yourself. Don’t let the ropes go.
"And? What are you gonna do about it?"
Something flickered in Minho’s eyes upon your words. The tone of his voice was suddenly colored with a much softer and deeper shade.
"Don’t ask for it, kitten."
"What can you even do about it?"
Minho came as close as he was to you in the elevator that morning.
"Try me. I fucking dare you."
You gulped. Thickly. Minho caressed your cheeks ever so gently.
"What did I say, hm?"
You couldn’t help but close your eyes at the contact that you were absolutely longing for. He leaned into your left ear.
"Don't. Fucking. Ask for. What you absolutely cannot handle."
You answered with eyes still closed, trying to produce a stable voice.
"Bold of you to assume I cannot handle the likes of you."
"Oh, so you're asking for it."
Minho turned on the aggressiveness just the tiniest pitch and grabbed you by the waist.
"What did I tell you, huh? If I start, I will not stop."
You stared dead into his eyes and finally jumped the gun.
"Try me. I fucking dare you."
"You little- Fucking come over here."
That kiss. So hungry. So fucking hungry. Like the gates of a dam just broke and there was absolutely no way to stop that torrent from turning into instant electricity. Minho’s fingers tangled in your hair, consuming your lips like there was no tomorrow. Like he was going to die that night.
"Strip for me. Let me see you."
"No,” you retaliated emphatically and tugged at the hem of his shirt, "You get rid of this first. I wanna see that tattoo again."
"Because?"
"I wanna trace my tongue on it."
"Do you, now?"
Minho kept stroking your hair, not breaking eye contact for a single milisecond. Just his gaze alone was overwhelming you.
"Do you like it? Does it get you all hot and bothered, kitten?"
"Yes,” you whispered with an exhale. He smirked again.
"No."
You slithered your hands under his shirt to touch his pecs. His fucking gorgeous pecs. And grazed your nails on them. Minho’s eyes fluttered at the contact for the briefest moment but he immediately stopped you by grabbing your wrists.
This man possessed fucking iron instead of self-control and willpower.
"Look at me, kitten, I'm only gonna say this once. If you don't do as I say, you're in for a rough night."
"Night?” you cocked a brow, "There are literally people over at your place who came for you."
"They know where the fucking front door is. The real question here is are you gonna come for me?"
Your breath hitched in your throat. Content with the reaction he elicited out of you, Minho continued.
"More importantly, am I gonna let you if you keep running that mouth?"
"All bark, no bite," you sneered, "I give you a good five minutes to last before you blow."
"Oh, is that so?"
Minho pushed you against the wall and trapped you within his frame, fingers ghosting over your lips and neck.
"Shivering already."
He lifted your chin up to make you face him again and tilted his head.
"What exactly are you playing at, kitten?"
Focus. Think. Think fast.
"Do you want me to strip you? Get you all bare for me?"
You wished you could control it but you whimpered. Embarrassingly loud.
"Oh, she likes that. She fucking likes that."
Minho was nothing short of savage at that moment, but you could still tell he was trying to be considerate in the most messed up way possible. His every move was calculated in full awareness that this was a scene for both of you to enjoy.
Why is respect so fucking hot?
Unbeknownst to you, your hands found their way to Minho’s crotch to palm him over his shorts. He was rock hard for you already.
"Fuck, kitten, you're killing me."
"Touch-starved, are we?" you asked to push his buttons some more. Minho immediately lifted you up upon your words and carried you to your bed.
"For a dom, you sure are pretty gentle, boxer."
"Oh she likes it rough, is that it?"
He unzipped your dress in one swift motion but took forever to get you out of it. The torture attempt was working remarkably well.
"Kitten wants to be tamed,” he licked his lips, "You should know, I'm nothing but generous if you listen well."
Minho rid you of your drenched underwear and grabbed your legs. You were expecting him to make a move to start fucking you but that wasn’t even the furthest thing from his mind. He pushed your legs all the way back to the headboard to expose you fully.
"Oh fuck, look at you. All spread out for me," he kept caressing your thighs and kissing your legs, "Just the way I like. So vulnerable. Pretty little thing."
And boy did you clench hard. He softly chuckled.
"Horny much? How long have you been yearning for this?"
Since the day you opened the door for me half goddamn naked.
"Ever since our morning in the elevator, isn't it kitten? You fucking wanted me to fuck you. You wanted to spread those legs for me."
He honestly didn’t even need to touch you. The way Minho spoke was so seductive that you didn’t even wanna think about what would happen if he kept it up.
"No.”
"Don’t lie to me. You keep thinking about it as much as I do, if not more, don't you kitten?"
Oh yes. Fuck yes. Every night. Every single night.
But for some reason, you couldn’t say it out loud because somehow it embarrassed the crap out of you. You opted for nodding instead.
"As you should. Knows her place. So pretty."
You clenched again.
"Does that mean I can turn this tight little cunt of yours into a gaping hole just by talking?"
Fucking STOP reading my mind!
Minho lowered himself between your pushed-back legs and spoke very matter-of-factly.
"The first rule of eating pussy: if you can see the face, you’re not doing it right," he placed a kiss on your outer labia and caused you to writhe under his touch.
"But I can totally see your face when you’re in this position. Fucking watch you crumble."
Then he dragged the most delicious stripe over your pussy you had ever felt in your goddamn life.
"FUCK!"
"Mhm, just like that kitten. Feels so fucking good, doesn't it?"
"Fucking- Minho!"
He knew what he was doing to you, no doubt about it. That fucking dom. He smiled again.
"You're at my mercy now. If I don't make you cum, you can't cum by yourself, can you kitten?"
He peppered kisses on your inner thighs and the sustained lack of contact was absolutely killing you.
"And that would be a fucking shame because I bet my ass you'll look so fucking pretty when I make your toes curl for me," he placed another wet kiss, "For me. Fuck, so pretty."
Your extreme arousal caused you to automatically reach your core to get some friction. Minho immediately grabbed your wrist to prevent contact.
"Nuh uh. We’re not doing this,” and he grabbed your discarded underwear to restrain your hands over your head.
"Touch me."
"Someone keeps forgetting who's in charge here. You can't tell me what to do, kitten."
Minho lowered himself over your face so that you understood the rules perfectly.
"I decide what to do with you. I decide when and how you get to perish."
He got rid of his shirt to put that magnificent body of his on display again. It was literally impossible for someone to be this fucking stunning. Your shame gland literally exploded at the sight and you let out a groan. Minho was way too satisfied with that reaction.
"Are you gonna do as I say, or will you keep rattling me?"
Rattle. Of course. That was the whole point. You couldn’t believe how Minho actually got you to lose your mind a little.
"Way too arrogant for your own good," you smirked.
"Oh, kitten just loves riling me up. Sure you're gonna be able to handle it later?"
You didn’t respond and just kept shooting him a look. That look. Like you were daring him.
"I won't stop. And it's gonna be the sweetest torture you're ever gonna go through."
"So what? The worst you can do is edge me," you scoffed.
"Edging you is something," Minho brushed his fingers on your thighs, "Getting you to fucking beg for me is something else entirely. I won't hesitate to frustrate you into tears. Tease you relentlessly."
He reduced the distance between your faces to mere millimeters and posed you that gentle threat.
"Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm bluffing. I fucking dare you."
You squeezed your eyes with the slightest hint of frustration and threw your head back while Minho slithered down between your legs again. He placed a kiss on your pussy as he took in a deep breath through his nose.
"Pretty. So pretty. All mine to devour. Fuck-"
He finally provided that delectable wet contact, but you were trying your utmost best to not give him the satisfaction. You attempted to wiggle away from his face.
"Oh, come on, kitten, you know you can’t say no to this."
Minho pinned your legs in their place and started making out with your clit. You definitely contracted a piece of absolute insanity at the motion.
"Jesus, FUCK-"
"You like that?"
"Shit, you're just- MINHO!"
Way to resist…
"Submit to me, kitten."
"Fuck no," you protested.
"Do you want me to stop?"
There was no way he wasn’t as turned on as you. What could he do anyway? Leave you like that on your bed and suffer from a massive case of blue balls himself?
"Whatever."
"Shame,” Minho clicked his tongue, "If you say so…"
"NO!"
Your overly enthusiastic and desperate grip on his wrist caused him to let out a hearty laugh, "When are you gonna realize I'm fucking good at this? You can't lie to me, kitten. I'm unnecessarily well-versed in the dark arts of bluffcalling."
He lowered you back down on your bed again and latched himself on your left breast, immediately causing goosebumps to break all over your body.
"Not to mention you can't even control how much you're shaking under me."
He was careful to pay an equal amount of attention to your other breast. The way Minho worked his tongue was so intimate and sensual that you couldn’t help running your fingers through his silky hair.
"Submit to me now and I'll reward you with pure ecstasy in return."
A part of you was absolutely refusing the idea ever since you discovered how fucking satisfying it was to rile Minho up, driving him up a wall all because of you, but the other side of you… Oh, that side of you was unquestionably yearning for Minho’s attention.
"One-time offer. I won't reconsider it if you change your mind later."
He kept softly caressing you, cajoling you into what was most likely a trap, but you were far too gone to process what was a façade and what was not.
"Give in to me, kitten. Let me have you."
Fuck it.
You nodded.
"Say it."
"You- You c-”
"Say it for me. Loud and clear.”
How the fuck are you doing this to me?!
"Play with me."
Minho flashed an absolutely diabolical smile upon your words. Needless to say, you were fucked.
Literally.
"You have all these holes for me to fill up… Can't decide where I should start devouring you first."
"I wan- I want to-"
"What is it, kitten?"
Say it. What’s done is done, anyway.
"I want to please you."
Minho contorted his face in utter contentment.
"Eager. So eager. Fucking pretty. Come here."
He untied the knot on your wrists and took your hand to guide you to the edge of the bed. He stood in front of you, instructing you as he was getting rid of his shorts.
Fucking finally.
"On fours now. Open up for me, kitten."
What a fucking sight. That must have been legitimately the prettiest cock you had ever witnessed in your life, and you got to blow that? Unfuckingbelievable. Minho felt smooth as fuck under your touch. You grabbed him gently and took him in your mouth while still holding his gaze.
"Just like that. You're so pretty with your mouth full of me. Just the way it's supposed to be."
His goddamn words… You didn’t know what it was about them that turned you on this much, pushing you to an utter state of enthusiasm.
"Harder, kitten. Suck me harder."
Minho was fucking relishing the feeling your wet ministrations were providing him. He joined his hands behind his nape and threw his head back
"Fuck- You're so fucking good at this. Too good."
Damn straight, you thought to yourself. Time for you to perish for me for a change.
"That's it. Swirl that tongue around me. Get me wetter."
You hollowed your cheeks to provide him with harder suction while working your tongue, which caused Minho to let out husky grunts for you.
"Fuck, fuck, so good. So fucking good, ah-" Minho was unable to control how loud his moans were getting, "I'll cum in that pretty little mouth and you'll swallow for me, right kitten?"
Bingo.
You grabbed his hips and pressed him towards yourself, guiding his length further down your throat.
"Yes. Yes. YES! HARDER! SUCK HARDER! FUCK!"
The way he came for you… You loved watching him coming absolutely undone because of you, shooting strings after strings of warm bitter liquid down your throat as if he was marking you. Minho’s legs went limp once he reached the edge of his orgasm and collapsed next to you on the bed. You watched him for some time as he came down from his high, but you had to admit the brevity of his recovery period was indeed remarkable.
"Tsk, don't pout, kitten. I don't kick ass on the ring every week not to take fucking pride in my stamina. We have all night."
He attacked your lips again, tasting himself on your mouth like he wanted to clean you spotless.
"And it's so gonna be worth your while."
Minho slithered his hands between your legs and dragged his fingers over your core, gently teasing your entrance in the meantime.
"Ready for me to hit that yet?"
"Yes."
"Can't hear you."
"Yes!"
"No," he smirked, "Taste first."
He got you in a comfortable position and wrapped his arms over your legs, spreading your lips for him tenderly.
"Time to eat.”
You wanted to fucking scream your lungs out when Minho latched himself on your clit. He was legitimately making out with your pussy, getting it absolutely soaked, teasing every spot, very very gently grazing his teeth on your lips. You were uncontrollably clenching under him.
"Tell me where your vibrator is."
"What makes you th-"
"The walls, kitten. I know you have one."
What the-
"Are you- listening to me?"
"Only all the time,” Minho licked his lips covered in your arousal, "I always hear buzzing from your place when I come home late at night. You sound so pretty when you moan my name."
You didn’t possess the correct vocabulary to describe what this piece of information evoked in you but mortified was a close second.
"Now you know exactly how many times I came in the past week alone," Minho grinned and asked again, "The vibrator.”
You eyed your nightstand to signal him the coordinates and Minho didn’t waste any time grabbing the assault weapon.
"A magic wand, huh? You got taste, kitten."
He got back to his position again and furrowed his brows with an expression akin to pseudo-confusion.
"You seem to be doing it every fucking night, though. Why don't you just come knock on my door instead, kitten?"
"Please-”
Minho placed another wet kiss on your thighs, "So, you're a clit person."
"What d-?"
"This," he flashed the vibrator, "I can list your deepest fantasies just by looking at the type of lingerie you own."
He gently teased your clit with the head of the vibrator without turning it on and asked you very softly.
"Ever heard of multiple orgasms, kitten?"
"Yeah. In mythology books.”
Minho laughed at your response, "Very hard feat, but you can rest assured imma make it look so easy."
This man’s gonna fucking kill me tonight.
"In that case, we should tease you around here,” he ghosted his fingers around your clit, "A lot."
He trapped your clit within his lips one last time and gently sucked on it before moving on with his master plan.
"Watch me now, kitten."
And he pressed on.
"FUCK, MINHO!”
You were already so turned on because of Minho’s mere existence in the room and the intense stimulation between your legs was absolutely not the way to control yourself. You were used to this. You didn’t even count how many nights you got yourself off with the help of those same vibrations to the mere imagery of Minho in your mind, without him mercilessly teasing you beforehand. It wouldn’t even take you five minutes to climax. But considering the current circumstances…
It took you literal seconds.
"That’s it. There you go, kitten. Curl those toes for me. Ready for another one?"
You hadn’t even managed to come down from the aftereffects of that orgasm and he was telling you he was gonna induce… another one?
"Minh- I-"
"I think you are."
He gently pressed the head at your entrance this time, running the vibrator at the lowest intensity. The change of target was soothing the oversensitivity a little, but still a little hard to endure.
"One more, kitten. One more for me."
He moved the vibrator back to your clit, pushed his tongue inside your entrance instead and worked it until you came. You grabbed fistfuls of your bedsheets when you arched your back again.
"So good for me. Can't get enough of this taste. Cream on me again, come on."
"Minho, please!!!”
"Such a good girl. Such. A good. Girl. You're the dream,” he placed soothing kisses right over your crotch.
"Your scent is heavenly, kitten. Rub yourself on me. Ride it.”
You wanted to. You really really wanted to but you were trying so hard to find the required strength to do just that.
"Don't be shy,” he flashed that dangerous smile for your for the umpteenth time, knowing damn well how to push your buttons, "Come on, dom my pretty face off."
Snap.
You trapped Minho’s head between your leglock and kept rolling your hips forward as he contently slurped on you, literally drinking you like he found a fucking oasis in the middle of a scorching hot desert.
"I wanna fuck you so bad but I just can't leave this alone. I might be fucking drunk on you."
Minho was relentless; he didn’t know how to hit the brakes. Not only that, you were pretty sure he wouldn’t even care what if you blacked out on him because of excessive pleasure. You were wondering just how many times would be enough for him to get him to stop.
Not that you wanted to.
"One more now."
"Minho–”
"One more, kitten."
"Minho please-”
"One more for me."
"I’m gonna pass out."
"One more."
"PLEASE. Too much, fucking too much!!!”
You were nothing but mere dust by then. There was absolutely no way for you to keep on enduring this torture anymore.
"So fucking high on ecstasy. Just the way I like. Turn around for me now, kitten."
You were struggling to even do the simple motion of lying facedown. Minho broke you that hard. He helped you get into position while perversely chuckling to himself.
"I've been eyeing that ass for the longest time."
You felt how fucking hard he was at your entrance. Just knowing that you were able to arouse Minho this much was an immeasurable source of satisfaction for you.
"Fuck, so wet. So fucking wet. Mess all over."
He pushed himself into you slowly and you were so fucking sensitive that you were literally able to feel the pulsating veins on his cock inside you.
"Look at this shit, I just slide right in, fuck!"
"Please. Move.”
And move he did. It wasn’t even his cock doing that thing to your insides. It was how he fucking moaned your name over and over, louder each time, going absolutely feral over you.
"Fucking love how your walls claim me like that. Clench for me, kitten."
So you did.
"FUCK! Let me see that pretty face.”
Minho pulled out and swiftly turned you around for him. So easily. Like you were made of fucking paper or something.
"If you think I'm not gonna cum watching that pretty face you're fucking mistaken."
He grabbed your legs with a harsh motion, threw them over his shoulders like it was nothing, and started running to the finish line at full speed. Fucked out was not the right way to depict you anymore. You were fucking gone.
Insane.
"Say my name, kitten."
"Minho."
"One more time. Nice and loud."
"Minho."
"Fucking yes. All mine. Louder, kitten."
"Minho!"
"Louder!"
"Baby, please. PLEASE!!!"
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
At the moment of climax, both of you were moaning so loudly that it was literally impossible for the entire building not to be aware of what was going on in your bed. Minho buried himself to the hilt within you with a hard push, filling you to the brim with his load, and rode out both your highs until they receded into the darkness again. He didn’t even try to catch his breath and started covering you in small kisses in his embrace, caressing every spot on your body he could reach. You giggled.
"I've heard cats do that to leave their scent. Are you trying to mark me or something?"
"Maybe," Minho smiled back at you and kissed your temple while inhaling your scent. You looked towards your front door.
"You think they already left?"
"They should be able to read the fucking room. I was told these walls aren't exactly iron-clad."
You laughed at each other. Minho was so incredibly beautiful when he laughed. He pecked your lips again like he was unable to control a reflex.
"Which is exactly why there's no reason for us to stop now. I'm not done with you yet."
"If you’re trying to kill me, just tell me now,” you retorted, "I gotta call my lawyer to finalize the will I never got around to writing.”
Minho ran his fingers in your hair, admiring your face and in complete disbelief how it was possible for someone to be this beautiful.
"I told you we have all night, didn’t I, kitten?"
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how to relax: a guide by danceracha! | l.m, h.h, l.f
synopsis: after hours upon hours dedicated to trying to learn a difficult choreography, it seems the dancing line of stray kids have a… interesting way to help you come down from your frustration.
pairing: idol!minho x idol!hyunjin x idol!felix x trainee!reader, hard dom!minho x sub!hyunjin x switch!felix x sub!reader
warnings: angst, self-doubt, descriptions of idol trainee life, implications of eating disorders, descriptions of toxic korean beauty standards, reader is a perfectionist to a fault, pet names like little one and baby, implied that danceracha have fooled around with each other beforehand, minho x hyunjin x felix shenanigans, minho is the big dom in this entire situation, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, face sitting, mirror sex, oral (receiving), praise, fondling, cumming on command, cumming untouched, felix x hyunjin action on the side, implications of poly ot8 shenanigans, penetrative vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare aftercare aftercare!!
word count: 6.4k
authors note: this fic is a continuation/inspired by my day 22 kinktober drabble (overstimulation with danceracha). you do not have to read that drabble to understand what is going on in this fic, however! it is an entirely different entity :)
also, while it is said in the warnings, i want to reiterate that this fic does talk about disordered eating as well as the intense beauty standards in korea. i am in no way supporting those strict standards, nor am i supporting eating disorders. please take caution before reading if topics like this trigger you, even though it isn’t a major theme throughout the entire fic!!
also here’s the dance practice for hyuna’s I’m Not Cool for those who would like an idea of what reader is attempting here!!
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imagine roommate! 3racha coming back from the gym to u in one of their rooms trying on lingerie bc “i don’t have a full length mirror in mine :(((“ literally been on my mind all day
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wc: 5.6k
warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, foursome, gets kinda nasty with a side of fluff, jisung x reader leaning lol
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It was the first and last time you’d ever go shopping with Jisung. He was the only one of your three roommates that was currently available to accompany you. As fashionable as the boy is, he couldn’t give a single valuable opinion for his life. Everything you showed him, he’d give you either a thumbs up or tell you that “it’s your body. If you like it, you like it.”
You’d been at the mall with him for almost two hours when you’d given up asking him. It was obvious when Jisung started to run out of social battery, he’d tell you he’d wait on a bench outside whatever store while you looked around. By the time you’d come to the last store you wanted to check out, Jisung was practically drained.
“Wait outside. I’ll be quick,” you told him, already heading towards the lingerie store without looking back at him. What you didn’t see was his head perking up at the sight of you entering the much flashier and… adult… store. But he did as you asked, taking a seat outside and swinging his legs until you returned.
While inside, you browsed around and picked out a few pieces that stood out. One in particular that really caught your eye was a light blue babydoll set, feminine and frilly and so out of your comfort zone. There was no one you had to wear it for, but it was just so cute. It was also very different compared to the usual black and nude lingerie you typically stuck to. All the courage you had to even walk in the store and pick up the babydoll set evaporated as soon as one of the employees came up and offered to show you where the dressing rooms were, all with a judgemental look on her face. “Is that your boyfriend outside?” She asked, head pointed straight at Jisung, who watched you fiddling with the fabric between your fingers.
In an attempt to ward off her disapproving energy, you replied, “yeah, he is. I don’t need the fitting rooms, I think he’ll like this.” You walked towards the register without another word from her.
You probably should’ve taken up her offer on trying the set on before you got home, but for some reason, the way she looked at Jisung and how she stared at you sparked a sort of jealousy. Upon purchasing it, you instantly strode back over to your friend and took his arm, pulling him from the store and walking away.
He didn’t question your interaction with the store employee or why you’d dragged him away so quickly, but his mind didn’t stop racing at the idea of you wearing lingerie. Little to your knowledge, he had been crushing on you for the longest time. But you were also very, very off limits. It was a rule that he and your other two roommates agreed on when you moved in. You were their friend first, roommate second, and object of their sexual desires at the very end of the list.
However, he just had to tell Chan and Changbin of what he witnessed. So when the two of you arrived home and they invited you both to work out, Jisung jumped at the opportunity while you politely declined and used the excuse that you were tired. In all honesty, you just wanted a reason to stay home and try on your newest addition to your underwear drawer. As soon as they’d left, you locked yourself in your room and stripped, taking your time to put on the outfit. You’d taken off the tag without knowing if it would even fit or not, sighing at your own recklessness. But as you slowly slid on the light colored panties and draped the incredibly sheer top over your head, you came to the realization that you didn’t even have a mirror in your room– not a full length one, anyways. Your little vanity that you usually used wasn’t big enough to get the full view of your new set.
You were on a roll today, acting without thinking as you moved to unlock your door and peak your head outside into the hallway. Checking up and down the hall as well as listening for any movements, you quietly padded around the house looking for any sort of reflection that could show you how you truly looked. The bathroom mirror was a bust, too tall so that you only saw from your diaphragm and up. It was still too bright outside to see anything in the reflection of the sliding door that led to the balcony. Your only other option was perhaps one of the boy’s rooms.
Cursing under your breath at your own ignorance, you mentally noted to grab a full length mirror the next time you went out.
The house still seemed to be empty, but out of anxiety you treadded silently back towards the hallway where the four bedrooms were. You were lucky enough for your room to be next to Jisung’s, who was the quietest of the three boys when alone in their respective spaces. But he was also one of the more private ones, meaning his door was locked. You still checked, of course, but with no luck. Across from him was Chan, also very private and also very much locked. Changbin’s door directly across from yours was your last hope.
And voila! You were met with the overwhelming smell of spice and linen clearly left behind from his cologne and laundry detergent. His walls were painted a dark navy blue, complimenting the pale gray sheets that were messily spread across his bed. There wasn’t much else in his room besides the dresser, a few dumbbells, a desk that acted also as his bedside table, and a closet. There was no mirror that you could see, but upon further inspection, you opened the closet door and found just that.
With your back to the entrance of his room, you smoothed out the top of the lingerie set, tilting your head and twisting to see all the different angles. You had to admit, you looked good. Despite it being entirely different from what you were used to, it was nice to know that you could pull off other colors and other styles. So for a while, you just admired your body in his bedroom mirror.
Jisung had rushed Chan and Changbin out of the house, whispering in their ears that he had something important to share with them. The three of them were already in the gym of their apartment building and starting their routine when Jisung had realized he’d forgotten his pre workout drink. “I’ll be right back,” he said and rushed back upstairs before he could even tell them about you and the lingerie store. He’d jogged to his locked bedroom and found his drink sitting on the desk, taking a couple swigs of it before exiting to find Changbin’s door open. And you in all your glory.
You didn’t even hear him come in let alone notice him, jaw almost to the floor as your hands ran over your curves. Still looking at yourself in the mirror, you turned your hips to see how your butt looked in the baby blue. Immaculate, of course.
“Wow,” Jisung said, a lot louder than he’d intended to.
You jumped, seeing his reflections standing in the doorway with a dumbfounded look. It took you a second to remember your current state, hands flying to cover your chest and private parts. “Wha– I thought you were supposed to be at the gym?” Blood rushed to your cheeks as your eyes darted around aimlessly. When he didn’t respond, you turned to face him.
Jisung looked down at the drink in his hand, “I forgot s– something.” You followed his gaze downward, seeing the bottle. But you kept going, only now noticing his figure in the shadow of the hallway light. The sleeves of his shirt were cut off, drawing your attention to his sculpted arms. But how tiny his shorts were made your mouth water. You’d almost forgotten to breathe once you noticed a tent starting to rise.
You’d briefly thought back to the interaction with the store employee, thinking harder back to how Jisung was watching you like a hawk.
Grazing over his body again, your eyes met his. With the most innocent look you could conjure, “I don’t have a mirror in my room. What do you think, Sungie?” At a snail’s pace, you removed your hands from your chest and core, placing them behind your back and tilting your head.
He’d short circuited, unable to think about anything besides the way your tits peaked through the material of the lingerie. He didn’t even care that he was completely hard and almost to the point of throbbing. Not a single ounce of shame lingered in him as he took a step into Changbin’s room. “Really… really… something,” was all he could compute.
It felt so wrong, like you breaking a whole variety of rules that could get you into some deep shit with your other housemates. But the way his eyes were completely blown out and how good he looked, you couldn’t get yourself to care. So you took a step closer to him, looking up and smiling devilishly.
“Yeah?” You noticed the way his breath hitched in his throat the nearer you got. It gave you a surge of confidence, “wanna take a closer look?”
Jisung nodded embarrassingly fast, followed by dropping the bottle and pulling you in for a kiss even faster. Your head spun at how quickly things escalated. One second you were standing in the middle of Changbin’s room, the next you were spread out on his bed with Jisung hovering over you. His kisses were ravaging, sloppy but still heated as he made his way down your neck, only stopping to breathe. Your hands traveled through his thick hair, carding and pulling it in between moans as he continued further down.
Over the baby blue material, he kissed the tops of your breasts and licked across your nipple, making it perk more and leaving dark wet marks. The more your hands caressed him, the more he soaked your new clothes. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you in this,” he mumbled into you, leaving peppered kisses down your stomach. As he reached the hemline of your frilly underwear you arched into his touch, mind wandering to how smug you felt leaving the store earlier hand in hand with him. “Just had to tell the guys about how hot you looked.”
You didn’t expect it from yourself, aroused by the idea of both Jisung and your other two roommates fawning over you in lingerie. It made you practically shove his face towards your cunt, wet spot growing larger the longer he stared up into your eyes. “Please,” you whimpered, unsure of what you were truly asking for.
He didn’t wait any longer before just pushing the material to the side and letting his tongue run up through your folds. The warmth of the wet muscle made you groan, eyes shutting as your head fell back into the sheets. The fact that you weren’t in either of your own beds only added to the forbiddenness of the situation, how risky and taboo it was to be doing this in your roommate’s domain.
Jisung was good with his tongue, flicking your sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip and alternating to suctioning you in. You let out a particularly loud moan when he sucked harder and let his fingers circle your entrance.
You were so immersed in the sensation that you didn’t see the body standing in the doorway. “And when I thought today couldn’t get any weirder,” Chan stood, dumbfounded at the sight before him.
Seeing him in complete awe of you and Jisung set shocks through you, unable to stop yourself from shoving his head harder into you and mewling out. You kept your eyes locked on Chan’s face as Jisung continued to eat you out like a man starved. The absolute bliss your body writhed in sent blood rushing straight to the watcher’s cock, arms flexing in restraint. But then you pried one hand from Jisung’s hair, bringing it up to stick two fingers into your mouth.
As you swirled your tongue around your fingers and the man between your knees continued to ravish you, Chan was already stripping his shirt off and walking to the side of the bed closest to your head. Despite Jisung wanting you all for himself, he enjoyed the show you’d put on as you popped your fingers from your mouth and pulled Chan in by the back of his hair for a messy kiss. It fueled his need to prove himself to you, so he circled your entrance for a second to collect your dripping essence, pushing two digits into your relaxing hole. The sudden intrusion made you cry into Chan’s mouth.
Hearing your sweet noises made the older pull away from you and tug his shorts down, tugging lazily at his fully erect cock. As Jisung continued to suck at your clit and stroke his fingers into you, Chan stood tall. He looked down at you with an expression that told you he wanted only one thing. But to get you to how he wanted, he grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek.
“Open,” he commanded, intentionally missing your tongue that was now sticking out. It was slightly humiliating, Jisung having witnessed the whole thing as well. But you were so close to your release, unable to care about how dumb you must’ve looked.
Jisung could feel how tightly you were contracting around his fingers, your hips bucking up and using the handle on his hair to grind harder into his tongue. He enjoyed himself, much more than he’d ever admit, how you used him to chase your own pleasure, so sure he was leaking precum through his shorts. Laundry was definitely going to need to be done.
But just as you were at your tipping point, needing just a little more to get over, Chan gathered a pool of saliva in his mouth, letting it drip from his tongue. He’d meant to slather it onto his dick, but with how erratically the lower half of your body moved he missed, smearing it across your lips and cheek. It was such a filthy sight and an even filthier feeling, forcing your orgasm to rip through you and clench your thighs around Jisung’s head. Just as your eyes shut and mouth opened to cry out, the man standing over you easily shut you up by shoving his cock into your mouth, immediately muffling you. The vibrations from your moans traveled through Chan’s body, making him groan out as well.
Reaching down to find a grip on your hair, he gently thrusted into you, taking his time. Jisung, still clamped between your legs, almost refused to detach from your cunt. But you’d released him and pulled him up by the hair. “She tastes so fucking good. Wanna try, hyung?” he playfully asked, watching the older screw his eyes shut in pleasure as he climbed to his knees between your quivering legs.
“Yeah. C’mere,” Chan breathed out, looking at Jisung and pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. He even surprised himself by the action, letting his tongue glide over the other boy’s as he took in the taste and scent of your high. You, mouth still full of Chan’s cock and legs wrapping around Jisung’ s waist, watched as the two boys above you temporarily forgot about your surging needs. You’d gotten their attention again by digging the tip of your own tongue into Chan’s slit, making him push the younger away and rip another moan from his chest. “Fuck– he’s right. You’re fucking delicious.”
You reached up to grab the base of his cock and pop him from your mouth for a split second to say, “bet you taste even better.”
You could hardly process what occurred in the next few moments. Chan pushed you harshly into the bed and took a step away, “want front or back?” He asked the younger.
For a moment, he pondered. “Front.” Just as Chan was lifting you back up– completely contradicting the mean way he’d treated you a few seconds before– another set of footsteps echoed through the house. Less than a minute later, your third roommate stood sweating and out of breath in the doorway. The three of you were unashamed, uncaring that you’d been using Changbin’s bed without him there or without his permission. He watched Chan lift and settle you with your back to his chest while Jisung selfishly blocked the view of your cunt by quickly undressing, slipping off your panties, and gliding his cock between your used folds.
“I’ve talked about a foursome for how fucking long and you all decide to do it while I’m not even here?” Changbin exclaimed, strutting into his bedroom towards the desk and opening a drawer. “If you’re gonna go doubles, at least use some lube. Idiots,” he popped the lid of the bottle open and handed it to Chan.
“Binnie,” you dreamily called out, extending your hand towards him. Excited, he stood before you, letting you grab his shirt and pull him down for a kiss as well. He was already hard, the second he walked in on the scene all the blood rushed to his cock.
It was experimental for you, sort of new because you weren’t used to taking something in both holes at the same time. Sure, you’d tried anal before, but that was with a toy and with a partner who’d known what they were doing. Chan was kissing the back of your neck and whispering encouraging words in your ear while he dumped a generous amount of the liquid over his cock, using his fingers to pick some up and spread it around your hole. With Jisung toying with your clit and Changbin now pushing his shorts down, you were more than aroused.
But you were growing impatient, mewling as Chan pushed one finger in to test the waters and Changbin lazily stroking his cock before you. All of them were well endowed, Jisung perfectly hooked and Chan on the longer side. Changbin, however, was girthier than most, unsure how well you’d be able to take him in your mouth.
Jisung flicked your clit rather hard, making you arch into Chan’s hand and whimper again. “More,” you managed to say. The youngest looked to Chan over your shoulder, giving him a nod to enter first.
He went slow, gently letting you sink onto his cock inch by inch and get used to the feeling. The way he’d felt was nothing like your toys, hard but also fleshy and soft, much warmer than any piece of plastic. Your head fell back against his shoulder, biting your lip to keep from groaning at the unfamiliarity. Chan was holding back his own moans, the stretch burning for a few moments until you could completely relax. In the meantime, all you could hear were their sweet praises and the rushing of your blood in your ears. When you looked at Jisung, you gave him the okay to slide into you.
When he did, his head immediately fell back and eyes shut, but your jaw went slack. You felt so full as the youngest bottomed out, reaching out blindly for Changbin’s hand to pull him closer.
“Fuck— can barely move, she’s so tight,” Jisung mumbled through his teeth, fighting against the instinct to pound into you.
“I’d be okay with dying right now,” Chan joked to ease the tension, kissing your shoulder.
Changbin pumped himself in front of your face, hand petting through your hair, “I would’ve appreciated being invited to the party.”
Your body clenched at the thought of having your mouth stuffed as well, making Chan moan and hips stutter into you. “Jesus, I’ll blow if you do that again,” he gripped your waist tighter. “Me too, Bin. Found Jisung eating her out for lunch.”
The man standing looked down at you with a sweet smile, tugging his aching dick harder and tangling his fingers in your hair. “Really now? What were you doing here, little one?” The grip on your head pulled back harshly, making you clench again.
“Trying on this slutty lingerie I was telling you guys about,” Jisung answered for you, hand trailing up your belly to push the garment over your breasts and tweak your nipple. He twisted the nub, your brain hazing over with every passing second.
Changbin’s handle on your hair forced you to look at him, mouth still hanging open. When you stuck your tongue out, all his inhibitions went out the window. “Pretty little thing wants all her holes filled, hm? Why don’t you let our friends play with you for a bit, then you can taste.” Whimpering quietly, you nodded and reached a hand back to card through Chan’s hair. It encouraged him to move, gently pulling out before lazily pushing back in, breath hitching as the tight ring of muscles contracted around him.
Jisung followed, setting his pace opposite of the man under you. Wet sounds echoed throughout the bedroom, the only other noise falling from your mouths as the feeling of two cocks in you made your eyes glaze over. It was such a strangely wonderful experience, you didn’t know how good it would feel to be filled from both ends. You also didn’t realize how dirty of a mouth Changbin had.
He stared down at you condescendingly, eyes flittering between your fucked out face and lewd cunt. “Who knew our pretty princess could take two cocks so well. Wish you could see yourself, you look so filthy. Bet they’re hitting all the right spots, hm? Could probably feel Channie hyung’s dick rubbing against Jisungie, isn’t that right?” All spat at you while he swiped some of the lube dripping from your ass, using it to make the glide of his hand along his own cock easier. But he was right. As the two took turns pulling out and pushing into you, you could feel the undersides of their dicks scraping against one another. It made your head spin even more.
Through the immense pleasure you felt, you were able to breathe out, “want you, too.”
“Give the princess what she wants,” Jisung managed to say. His hands ran up and down your thighs, eventually keeping you spread open by hooking his arms under the crooks of your knees.
“You want my cock? Want your mouth stuffed, too, little one?” Changbin cooed just before he shoved his thumb into your mouth. You hummed around his digit, trying your hardest to focus on him through the heat rising in your gut.
The weight of his thumb on your tongue was enough to make your walls pulse around the two men, both moaning out as you did.
Chan’s arms snaked tighter around your midsection. “Fuck, fuck, fuck— I’m gonna cum.” He used his last few thrusts to hammer up into you, pulling out and letting his cock smack against the inside of your leg as he released all over your stomach with a long sigh. Jisung stilled in your cunt, seeing you covered in cum being a deep rooted fantasy that he’d never thought he’d get to see.
The older continued to let out spurts of his seed, thick and hot against your skin as your hands soothingly rubbed over his. “So good. So, so good for me,” he whispered into your ear, just loud enough for only you to hear. His praises were like music, arousal electrifying your body.
“Already, hyung?” Changbin joked to the older.
“You feel her back here and see how long you last.”
You watched his cum drip off the sides of your body, unaware of how intently you were staring at it.
“I think our pretty little princess likes being messy,” Changbin teased. His voice broke your attention away from the sticky white fluid, making you look up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.
Jisung’s balls tightened at the sight of you, eyes blown wide and looking up at his older, much more attractive friend like he’d hung the stars. Despite being the one balls deep inside you, he was jealous. So with your attention on Changbin, he started to pound into you, skin slapping skin. You instantly snapped your head at him, seeing his eyebrows furrowing together as his eyes stared into your own. Leaning over you to the side Chan wasn’t on, he whispered, “I don’t like sharing.” You cried out when you felt a pair of fingers rub against your clit.
Just as quickly as you’d found yourself in this position, you felt Jisung pulling out and yanking you off of Chan. He flipped you on your stomach, pulling you up so you were on all fours. The older chuckled, scooting out of the way so that Changbin could take his place in front of you. Before you could even think about sucking him off, Jisung entered you again, using the fatty flesh of your ass as leverage to slam you into him again and again.
Your mouth dropped, eyes shutting as tears stung behind your waterline. The man in front of you brushed your hair back, creating a makeshift ponytail with his hand as he guided your head down and onto his cock. You moaned louder into him, making Changbin shiver.
Almost unable to concentrate with the way Jisung continually abused your cunt, Chan helped you out by gathering his cum from your stomach with two fingers and bringing it to your mouth. Popping off Changbin’s cock for a second, you took his fingers in with a sigh, tasting the bitter-salty liquid. As soon as he pulled away, you were back on Changbin, tasting both his cock and Chan’s cum.
“How’s it taste?” Chan chuckled, smearing his saliva covered fingers over your cheeks. All you could do was moan, in return making Changbin do so as well.
You used your hand to pump whatever was left of Changbin’s cock that couldn't fit in your mouth, swirling your tongue and pressing harder into the ridge where the head met the length. “What the fu—“
Changbin couldn’t finish his sentence, too lost in the feeling of your warmth.
Jisung was unrelenting, fighting off his high every time you squeezed around him, enticing him to fill you with more cum. But he was buzzing, too much energy for his body for him to handle and making him thrust without taking a second to savor you and your velvety walls.
Your lips cupped around the tip of Changbin’s head, sucking him in as his stomach rapidly contracted. He used the grip on your hair to roughly push you back down, tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Typically, you hated the guys that would push your head. But with how nasty the things he was saying to you earlier were, you couldn’t find it in you to care. You just wanted to make him cum.
So you let him abuse your throat, sure that it’ll be sore tomorrow. But you moaned as Jisung reached around to toy with your clit again, vibrating the entire length of Changbin’s dick. He used your hair to lift and slam your head onto him until eventually holding you completely still so he could buck up and fuck your throat. He was rough like this for a few more seconds before he dropped his hips and pushed your head down onto him, holding your nose to his pelvis as he shot his load down your throat. You hummed around him as he came, guttural groans falling from his lips.
Chan laughed, teasing Changbin about coming too quickly as well. You attempted to swallow with his cock still in your mouth, pulling a few overstimulated whimpers out of him until he tugged you off by your hair again.
With his cum dribbling from the corners of your mouth, Changbin pulled you in for a nasty kiss, bouncing against his lips as Jisung still searched for that satisfying high he craved.
Sure, he could’ve blown by now. But he’d been pining after you for so long and he felt like he was running on pure adrenaline. If he were to cum now, he’d be wasting so much potential. So he kept fucking into you, pulling your hips into him so hard that you were sure there would be bruises on your ass from where his hip bones hit.
Chan and Changbin sat back and enjoyed the show, loving how dumb and sloppy you were now that you were drenched in their seed. The third boy was loving it just as much, thriving off his name falling from your lips like it was all you could think of.
To be fair, it was. Jisung has been the focal point of your sexual desires all day, starting from that incident at the store. How hungrily he watched you, then caught you in another boy’s room wearing the sluttiest thing you owned. And those tiny fucking shorts— there was no way you could conjure up a single thought that wasn’t Jisung, Jisung, Jisung.
The two older roommates continued to call you the lewdest things, “cum princess,” “pocket rocket,” “fuck toy,” “cum dumpster.” Jisung almost forgot that they were even there, entranced by how he would disappear into your swollen pussy.
He was close now, as were you. Your walls pulsed and fluttered and almost sucked him in as the heat rising your stomach burned so painfully good. Jisung took your hair from Changbin, who was playing with it mockingly. He yanked you up, pressing your back to his chest. The change of angle made you whimper, tears steadily streaming down your face as his other hand made its way around your cum covered torso. “This is the last time I’m sharing you. Enjoy seeing them in the post nut glow you caused. You’re mine now,” he growled in your ear.
The possessiveness unexpectedly made you shudder, eyes rolling back without a single thought other than to cum.
“Look at that. Finally broke you,” Jisung laughed, shoving your upper body back into Changbin and focusing on his release.
You didn’t need him to worry about you coming, his words did you in as you slumped into your roommate. Vision going white, holding onto Changbin’s biceps so hard that you left crescent shaped marks into his skin, your orgasm took over your body. Heat suffocated your skin as your ankles locked into Jisung’s legs, the shivering of your pussy pushing him over the edge as well.
He delivered a few more deep, hard thrusts, making sure to milk himself and give you everything he had.
It took you a few minutes to catch your breath, head still dizzy but light as air. Chan and Changbin smiled down at you fondly, stroking your hair and giving you nonstop praises whereas Jisung stayed rock hard and lodged inside your cunt, unable to pull away from the warm and slick hole.
Eventually, he managed to get himself together, stealing you away from the two to bring you into an embrace. He kissed the top of your head while your roommates ran off to get things to clean you up.
“Are you okay?” Jisung whispered, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. All you could do was nod and nuzzle tighter into his arms. “I meant it. I really, really don’t like sharing.”
Your eyes threatened to shut, “no more kissing Chan.”
He laughed, “okay. No more kissing Chan.”
Sleep was so close to taking over you, but still, you felt yourself being lifted and carried to a different place, gently being placed into what felt like clean sheets. For a minute, it was just you in the silence. But then you heard shuffling in the distance, voices speaking to one another until footsteps lightly trekked through the room again.
“Is it okay if I clean you up a bit?” Jisung’s voice asked quietly. Eyes still closed, you nodded, completely exhausted. You could hear him giggle, hands gently guided you onto your back and spreading your legs. He ran a warm, wet towel up your center, apologizing as you winced and continued to wipe down the rest of your body.
When you couldn’t feel him on you anymore, you opened your eyes groggily, searching for him. Jisung reappeared in the room not a moment later, silly smiling. You made grabby hands at him, wanting someone to hold on to. “Okay, okay. Cuddles,” he jumped into bed next to you, holding you as if you were made of glass.
You rolled onto your side, his chest against your back. But when you shifted your hips, you felt someone poking at the back of your thigh. Immediately, your eyes opened. “Jisung?”
“I had too much pre work out,” he said, slightly ashamed that he was still rock hard. But you flipped back over and deviously smiled, suddenly full of energy again.
“Oh god, don’t look at me like that,” he muttered. Before he could protest further, you leaned in to kiss him. The kiss started to become slightly more heated until he pulled away. “Can I come with you in the store next time?”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his request, nodding and connecting your lips again. It was going to be a long day.
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A/N: wasn’t really sure how i wanted to go about this buuut i enjoyed writing it!! not gonna lie, those pre work out drinks are fucking crazy. I had some to keep me up while studying for final exams...got lots of studying done..o_o
send me more requests! this was so fun and im more than happy to do them!!!
-momo <3
too hard? | ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader
warnings: 18+! ‼️DARK CONTENT (kinda)‼️ skaterat!ushi, smoking, drinking, drugs, noncon photography, dubcon, manipulation, degradation, peer pressure, exhibitionism, neglect, voyerism, crying (im sure i missed some, just lemme know dhjdjsajs)
wc: 5.7k
a/n: this fic was started for the whorehouse toxic collab (i will link the masterlist when i find it lmao)!! a huge thank you to @toxictobio for letting me use her skaterat au, and @blahkugo @thegetoufather & @arvandus for all giving this thing a read and some feedback!! i love you all sm (•̀ᴗ•́)و
This isn’t your scene, not your kinda hangout.
The scuff of worn vans and polyurethane wheels screaming along concrete is slowly giving you a headache, and your best friend’s ditched you; sharing a blunt with some gross skate rat on the lip of a quarter pipe, laughing obnoxiously as he slaps his dirty snapback on her head.
Gross.
You feel eyes on you before you hear him. “Are you a haunted house?” His voice is smug, dickies so tight your eyes linger on his legs too long, and he’s cocking a hip, smirking down at where you sit on the grass. “‘Cause I’d cry if I came inside you.”
“I’m too sober for this.” You grumble, refusing to look back up at him, ignoring the obnoxious laughter floating from his lips, the cackle of a crowd close by, watching your interaction. Three of them, smoking and drinking at the park bench a few feet behind you.
“I’m Oikawa,” he crouches, wrists on his knees, “but you can call me daddy.”
“Daddy?” A deeper voice scoffs, and you both turn your attention to another man as he approaches, lighting the cig in his mouth with a banged-up zippo, grey hoodie wrapped around his waist, white tank pulled tight across a broad chest. “Thought you preferred ‘Great King’?”
Oikawa narrows his eyes and stands up, clearly not one to be looked down on. “What do you want, Ushiwaka?”
The stranger’s dark hazel eyes meet yours. “Same thing as you, it seems.” He exhales smoke, pops open the leg pocket of his black cargos and slips his zippo inside.
You can’t look away, completely hypnotised. There’s something different about this guy, something darker. Less... juvenile than the others.
Oikawa looks between you and this new guy, let’s out a bitter, “psh,” and storms away, his clique in a hysterical uproar as he yells at them about how you “weren’t that cute anyway.”
Still, your eyes haven’t left the man in front of you. He’s maybe the biggest guy here, his arms thick and corded, his shoulders wide and sturdy, his stare completely piercing.
“C’mon,” he orders, nodding his head towards a group of guys sitting in the back of a pickup in the car park, walking towards them without waiting for you to get up.
A beat passes before you scurry to your feet, smooth down the back of your skirt, and work to catch up with him, “uh, what’s your name?” You manage to ask, staring up at him with hearts in your eyes, feeling a little like a lost puppy.
Desperate, even.
“Ushijima,” he grunts, offering you the cigarette from his lips. You’re about to tell him you don’t smoke, when he nods at your bestie, who’s practically dry jumping the brunette with the pussy bangs from before, still at that quarter pipe. “That your friend?” His eyes are on her, and you can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
Like he thinks she’s better than you or something.
“Yeah,” you take the cig between your fingers, press it to your lips, hesitate. God, this is honestly the last thing you wanted to do tonight.
“Don’t like it?” He asks, a finger under your chin tilting your eyes up to meet his.
Your heart flutters, face heating up under his cold gaze. “No, nothing like that.”
He drops his hand from your face, “slowly breathe it into your lungs,” he says, waiting. You follow his instruction nervously, chest swelling until you’ve got a lungful; it burns. “Good, now let it out—“
But next thing you know, you’re coughing; and you feel like an ass because you were trying to be cool, trying to be sexy and edgy like your bestie, who’s— you spare a glance over at her— got her top off? And there’s another guy pawing at her tits from behind, both men digging their meaty little hands into her skin.
But here you are, bent at the waist, tears in your eyes as you will yourself to stop fucking coughing.
He takes the cig and drops it, worn sneakers snuffing it out as you do your best to slow the pounding of your heart. “Not a smoker?” He asks, either unbothered by the show your best friend is putting on for the entire skate park, or pretending not to care.
“I-is it that obvious?” You ask when you finally catch your breath, fingers wiping the tears at your bottom lashes, wary of your mascara.
“Are you legal?” That severe edge to his eyes is back, chin up as he looks down his nose at you.
“Huh?”
“You look young.”
You start to splutter a bit, “n-no, I’m in college, I swear, I’m just—“
“Not usually like this?” It's mocking, a little cutting, even. He eyes you off for a moment, then keeps on towards the parking lot. “Coming?” he tosses over his shoulder when you don’t follow.
You clench your jaw, his disinterest stinging your pride. You’re entirely too good for these douchebags: too smart, too pretty, too rich. And if this man— this Ushijima— hadn’t come along, you’d probably be pulling your bestie away from those two guys, begging her to take you home.
But your dainty tennis shoes pad along the grass until you’re falling into step next to him, heart swelling when he gives you a little once-over and places his hand on your shoulder. It slides to the back of your neck and squeezes, his other hand coming up to your face as he crouches a little to look into your eyes.
“You’re pretty,” he mumbles, maybe to himself, a thumb swiping at a rogue tear by your cheekbone. “And you’re still cute when you’re crying,” a smirk grows in his face, and he takes that thumb into his mouth.
Before you can react, he stands, tugging you against his side and walking you towards the pickup. A sick sense of accomplishment swirls through your stomach, rages like pride, and has you biting your lip to suppress a smile.
“Miracle Boy!” A tall redhead calls, standing up in the back of the sleek, black truck, arms spread out by his sides. “Where’d ya get to?” More heads turn and look at him, at you.
“Or should we say ‘who’?” Someone else asks when you’re mere feet away, his sharp brown eyes glued to you.
Ushijima looks pointedly down at you, a brow raised. It’s then that you realise you didn’t even tell him your name, just ran off with the big guy with minimal invitation.
Suddenly your mouth feels dry; you lick your lips and introduce yourself shyly, the toe of one of your shoes scuffing nervously against the bitumen.
There’s a chorus of nice, and hi, and woof woof, and some introductions, but you’re too wary of the fact that there are no other girls. All guys. Five of them; six including Ushijima.
The lanky redhead— Tendou— calls your name, “I hope you like sambuca,” he says, shaking the bottle. It’s a one litre Smirnoff, but the liquid inside is blue. “It’s my special recipe.”
Ushijima moves his hands to your hips, steps behind you, “going up?” He asks, voice low and deep in your ear.
“Y-yeah,” you barely manage, as two of them —Semi and Taichi— shuffle to accomodate you. Moments later, you’re hoisted up easily, the two boys grabbing a hand each, not giving you a chance to hold the back of your skirt down as you do your best to keep your knees together, bending them to lift your feet over the lip of the tray.
“Ooh, you smell expensive,” Tendou says, grabbing you by the elbow and yanking you towards him, offering you his spot by the back window. “What is that?” He asks, the grin on his face a little off-putting.
“Ah, it’s—“ you start, only to be distracted by Ushijima’s arrival in the back of the truck, the sheer size of him causing the whole thing to jerk and wobble.
His dark eyes fall on you— the rest of the gang shuffling so the space by the back window is bigger—holding out a hand. As soon as you grab it, he pulls you to him, spins you, and tugs you down into his lap as he sits cross-legged.
Tendou plants himself next to you, deviant grin on his face when Ushijima takes the bottle from his hand and has a swig of the special recipe. “It’s stronger than your last batch.” He observes, but there’s no hiss to indicate the statement’s true.
Just drinks it like it’s water.
“I’m trying to perfect it,” Tendou almost sings, slotted eyes falling on you.
“I’ve got beers, Wakatoshi,” Semi offers, elbowing his cooler bag.
“And Goshiki got some weed from Suna earlier,” the ginger in the beanie grins meanly, ruffling the hair of the smaller guy next to him.
“Shirabu, stop it!” Goshiki’s face is red from his nose to the tips of his ears as he swats away the other guy’s hand.
“Yeah, even I gotta admit that was pretty ballsy,” Tendou laughs, taking a drink— and hissing with squinted eyes— when Ushijima gives the bottle back. “He was taking that chick’s shirt off when you went over, right? Surprised you didn’t cum in your pants then and there.”
Are they... are they talking about your best friend?
“Yeah, yeah, then Miya joined in on her when he was digging in his bag for the weed,” Semi laughs, head thrown back.
Conversation about her promiscuity continues, but you’ve bristled, eyes going down to your white tennis shoes, mortified for her. You want to defend her honour, get mad at the group of them on her behalf, but your voice is in your throat, and they’re… well, they’re not wrong.
Ushijima presses forward, his chest at your back, chin resting on your shoulder, lips at your ear, “are they bothering you?” He asks, his voice a deep, breathy whisper against the shell, sending a hazy shiver down your spine. His hands find your hips, fingers drawing slowly up to your bent knees, butterflies swirling in your core; how can hands be so damn big?
He shifts his hands back down a little, squeezes the flesh there. Oh, right, his question.
You turn your head to look at him, only to meet those dark, sharp eyes and melt. Your heart hammers rudely in your chest and you swallow hard, “uh, no,” you lie, and he knows it.
“No?” He presses, hands curling up and under your knees, “are you sure?” His voice is soft, and so is the barely-there pressure he’s putting on your legs, threatening to open them to his friends.
A shiver of anxiety shoots into your stomach as you slowly shake your head ‘no’, eyes so wide they start to water. He chuckles then, the pressure leaving your legs, but his hands lingering there.
Your name is called from the other side, Tendou holding his bottle of booze out for you to take. “Here, have some,” he offers, smile not quite reaching his eyes.
Your hesitation is noticed by everyone.
“It’s okay,” Ushijima breathes in your ear, “it won’t kill you,” he assures you. You feel all eyes on you, the pressure to perform an itch only taking the bottle can scratch.
So you do.
You bring it to your lips after giving Ushijima one last glance, and tip the bottle back. First little mouthful makes you want to cough, but the pressure has you swallowing that down with the almost burning anise flavour tickling your tongue.
You're about to give the bottle back when a hand stops you from taking the bottle from your lips, keeping the base of it up in the air. "A little more, hmm?" Tendou offers, brows raised.
"You can take it," Ushijima adds, fingers rubbing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
So you do.
More heat slides down your throat as you take another mouthful, Ushijima squeezing you harder, Tendou raising the base of the bottle higher. The other guys are cheering, drinking their own drinks, as you take one final sip and push the bottle away.
"Good girl!" Tendou cheers, downing his own shot.
You're hissing, tears gathering on your lashes at just how strong that shit is, but before you can say or do anything, one of Ushijima's hands is at your jaw, angling your head towards his, his mouth capturing yours.
His tongue is hot, wet, slimy against your own, the licorice taste lessening as he drinks it from your mouth, your brain fuzzy with how domineering the kiss is, how hard he's gripping your jaw. You're about to twist in his lap, hands reaching for his face, when he pulls away, eyes on yours, before they shift past you and he leans back.
"I'll take a beer," he says to Semi, hand leaving your jaw to reach towards him.
Your head is swimming— either with confusion, or the alcohol you’ve just ingested— but you find that the longer you sit there in Ushijima’s lap, the less confidence you have in his attraction for you. You become an afterthought, a leg warmer.
He doesn’t touch you, he doesn’t kiss you. He doesn’t even acknowledge you.
So when Tendou gives you the attention you’re craving from the bigger man— another sip of his sambuca, some Doritos from his party packet— you soak it up.
It’s not too much later— or is it?— that you’re swaying, giggling with Tendou about how blue his tongue is, making him take a picture of yours to prove yours is just as blue.
“It is!” You nearly squeal, wriggling in Ushijima’s lap to get a better look at the picture.
Despite your apparent closeness with Tendou, Ushijima keeps you on his thick thighs; doesn’t let you wander too far for too long, before those large, large hands are wrapping around your waist, an arm, your hips, and tugging you back to safety.
Goshiki’s passing around a blunt, and when Ushijima takes it, his lips go to your ear, “open your mouth,” he orders, fingers tugging your hair into complying. He sucks it deep, then presses his lips to yours for the second time tonight, his tongue prying your lips open.
“Open your mouth and suck it in,” Tendou urges, cold, spindly fingers digging into your thigh, lips at your ear.
You choke immediately. The smoke is a painful burn and has you in tears almost instantly, but you’re more concerned with how the big man perceives you, scared you’re not enough for him, that you’re too lame to be the girl he’s picked to sit in his lap.
“S-S-sorry Ushi—” you’re crying, back to Tendou, fingers pulling at Ushijima’s tee as you croak, your whole chest burning. He pulls your hair, tugging you back to look down into your watery eyes, smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Cute,” he says, eyes moving past you. “See? Told you,” your head is pulled sideways, eyes met with the piercing black-brown gaze of the redhead you’ve been giggling with for the past forty-five minutes.
“Mmm,” the redhead grins, “you sure can pick ‘em, Miracle Boy,”
Everything feels just a little hazy, your body a little heavy, a little… slow, “Wakatoshi, show us,” comes a call from your left, and your face is jerked their way, a low whistle leaving the lips of Semi. “Not wrong,” he grins, side-eyeing Taichi, slapping him a low-5.
“They like you, too,” Ushijima whispers in your ear, breath hot, almost a purr, “how does that feel, hm?” Sick satisfaction starts to bloom across your skin, settles in your chest and trickles slowly down to your core, has you pressing your thighs together.
The snarky ginger doesn’t let the movement slide, “wow, you did pick a good one tonight, Wakatoshi,” he almost cackles, “bet she’s all sloppy from the praise.”
“Hey, none of that,” Tendou scolds, taking the heat from you as you try and process why he’s right. Your underwear is impossibly wet, and if you focus enough, you’re sure you can even smell it. The thought has you clamping your legs together even tighter, your face and ears burning ridiculously hot with shame.
“You like it,” Ushijima says, those hands on your waist, fingers splaying across your tummy, fingertips tickling dangerously close to your core. “Don’t you?”
Somehow he makes you forget about the others, his deep, deep voice hypnotic, those big, big hands distracting.
“Wanna be good,” you mumble, wriggling in his hold so you’re facing him, wiping your tacky tears with the back of a hand before settling both on his shoulders.
“I can tell,” he straightens his legs and you adjust accordingly, straddling him, legs wide over his thick thighs, “but how far will you go?”
He’s too hot, too GQ, too perfect. Strong jaw, sharp eyes, thick brows— handsome, in the most devastating way. A god among men, and he’s letting you sit with him? Letting you touch him?
He chose you?
Wait, what was he saying?
He kisses you, hands pressing against you roughly as he draws the breath from your lungs and crunches your sweater up beneath your bra. It’s intoxicating, the way his tongue moves against yours, how warm he is against you.
His hands move you: raise your hips, curve your lower back, tug up your skirt a little. You protest some then— the cool night air hitting your thighs and ass— but he swallows your foggy little moans, distracts you with his teeth pulling at your bottom lip.
Fingertips dig into the half exposed flesh of your ass, “you wanna be good?” His voice is cracking, thick with breathlessness from the kiss. Your kiss.
“Mhm, yeah,” you nod, eyes half-lidded, the butterflies in your tummy multiplying and growing and exploding.
“Yeah?” He hums, tilting his head as he regards you, “you’re sure?”
“Mmm,” you nod, wriggling your ass, unaware of the show you’re giving the rest of the boys.
“Promise?” He presses again, pulling your panties between your cheeks and tugging up sharply.
“Ah, yeah!” You keen, face falling onto his shoulder, fingers digging into his flesh as he pleasures you with your own underwear. Thick fingers loop in the elastic waist and tug down, fully exposing you to the night air.
And you hear a distinct click.
A memory flashes through your hazy brain, Tendou taking a picture of your tongue—
“You wanna impress me, pretty girl?” Ushijima asks, before you can think too hard on it; his teeth at your earlobe, low baritone voice sending shivers through your bones. His fingers knead the globes of your ass, the tips dangerously close to your centre, and you want nothing more than to melt into him. “Uh-ah, hips up,” he corrects you lowly when you relax against him.
“S-sorry…” you mumble, gaining a chuckle in return.
“Shh,” he soothes, one of his hands leaving your ass to snake beneath you, fingers sliding against your messy lips. You’re trembling as you try and get closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his ear.
His fingers are thick and lazy as they explore you, and your legs shake with the effort of keeping your ass in the air. But he encourages you with soft words, his voice blocking out any outside noises; even that persistent click, click, click, you think you keep hearing.
You’re embarrassingly close to orgasm when he stops his fingers, “maybe we should head somewhere a little more private,” and it’s said louder than anything he’s whispered to you tonight, his voice carrying and mean, urges you to pull away from him a little and clears the fog of arousal and too-strong alcohol.
Mortification and panic follow the chuckles and snorts of contained laughter when you toss a look over your shoulder and remember where you are, tears immediately filling your eyes. You collapse onto Ushijima’s thighs and push away from his chest, anger and betrayal squeezing your stomach, threatening to bubble up and spill from your trembling lips.
“Don’t be upset,” Tendou interjects, leaning towards you, a little too close for comfort. “It’d be a real shame if Wakatoshi didn’t share you with us, wouldn’t it? Look, little Tsutomu’s already about to cream his jeans,” he says placatingly, urging you to turn your teary gaze his way. Sure enough, Goshiki’s fully flushed, both hands pressing against his crotch, hiding his bulge from you with a guilty look on his face.
“I bet,” Ushijima leans closer to you, hands on your waist, “you could make him cum without even touching him.”
“Ooh, the power,” Tendou adds, long fingers petting your hair gently.
You sniffle, level a glare with Ushijima, “Y-you tricked me,” you mumble through pouty lips.
He smiles, “I’m not nice, but I’m good,” he gets in close, lips ghosting yours, backing up his words by sliding those strong, precise fingers up your shirt, toying with your hard nipples over your bra. “You wanna feel good?”
“Yes,” you arch into him, eyes sliding shut instantly. “I wanna feel good,”
He kisses you slowly, all tongue and teeth, grinds up against you teasingly, leaving you wanting, “you mind being watched?”
Those sharp eyes challenge you, warn you. His forehead presses against yours, noses squishing together almost tenderly, the juxtaposition of his actions and words both jarring and confusing.
“To be fair,” Tendou starts softly, sliding closer to Ushijima, “we’ve already seen it all,” his eyes follow his fingers as they draw down your thigh. “Wouldn't be too nice to leave us all hanging, would it?”
You toss a look at Tsutomu and Shirabu over your left shoulder, Semi and Taichi over your right, “you… wanna watch?” You ask, eyes still on Taichi.
His own go wide, glance over to Semi, then past you to Ushijima, back to you, “I— uh, yeah,” then he drops your gaze, presses his thighs together.
“And you?” Tsutomu jumps when you direct the words at him, hands pressing down harder on his bulge, a groan tearing from his throat as his eyes snap shut, socked toes curl.
You don’t get to wait for an answer— not that you need it— Ushijima’s lips pressing to your exposed neck; his hands push your shirt up as his tongue tastes your skin, melting you into him, a fresh wave of slick rolling from your neglected cunt.
It’s freeing, letting go. Your hands raise at his silent prompting, sweater tugged over your head and tossed somewhere, his huge hands crowding your back, his mouth latching onto a tit through your little lacy bra.
A shudder rolls through you, head falling back with a whine, and you hear another groan behind you— the telltale sound of Tsutomu— some light chuckling and murmuring from the other boys.
God, you’re doing it.
You’re really gonna let this man fuck you in front of his friends; the very thing you were so disgusted to see your best friend doing.
And Ushijima’s so shameless about it, licking and sucking at your skin like a man starved, the slurping loud and erotic as he covers every inch of your neck, your shoulders, unclipping your bra and assaulting your chest.
“U-Ushi…” your fingers are tangled in his hair, tearing and tugging, his own hands pulling you closer in response, a slow growl rumbling through his chest as he hungrily sucks a hard kiss-mark into the fat of your breast. “Hurry up,” you frown, tugging him away from your chest by the hair, pressing your lips to his, “‘m really ready,” you mumble, feeling so wet it’s uncomfortable, “promise,”
“Oh, baby,” Tendou coos, fiddling with some papers, rolling something up between nimble fingers, “I promise you’re not,” he giggles, shoulders shaking with the force of it.
“Turn around,” Ushijima urges, large hands dwarfing your hips.
Your hands cover your naked breasts as he turns you, four pairs of eyes ogling your form shamelessly as they drink their alcohol and smoke their cigarettes.
“B-but—“ you whimper, large eyes staring at Ushijima as he positions you between his spread legs. “I wanna look at you,”
“You will,” he says lowly, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You’ll get your reward… but you need to work for it.”
“That, and he’s gotta stretch you out properly,” Shirabu mumbles, catching your attention. The rest of the boys chuckle nervously at that, and a hand is pressing between your shoulder blades, urging you forward.
“Hands and knees,” Ushijima orders, and before you can really think about it, you’re letting go of your breasts and lurching forward— almost barreling into Tsutomu’s outstretched legs— Ushijima’s big hands lifting your hips and positioning you how he wants you.
Shame flows through your veins, your whole body growing impossibly hotter, yet still buzzing with excitement. A swift look to your left would have you practically staring into Semi’s eyes, if his own weren’t currently glued to your swinging tits.
You’re about to turn back and say something to Ushijima when two fingers slide into you, sending your eyes wide, and tearing a yelp from deep in your throat. So deep, you think, unable to compute anything else, numbing mind drowning in the pleasure, in just how long and thick his fingers are.
Your elbows buckle when he enters a third finger, your upper body collapsing against the cool metal of the tray, face resting against your forearms as you whimper and moan, Ushijima’s free hand grips your hip as you start to wriggle and press back into him.
“She’s doing so well,” Tendou coos, his voice close. You look up in time to watch the redhead flip your skirt up, exposing your ass and hips to the cool night air.
“Don’t touch her, Satori.” Ushijima grunts, voice low and clipped.
“I didn’t touch her skin, Waka-chan, it was her skirt,” he laughs airily, getting close to Goshiki and squeezing his ass between the younger man and his cooler. “Only children don’t know how to share, right, Tsutomu?”
But he can’t take his eyes off you, and as soon as your watery gaze meets his, he reddens.
“Say his name,” Tendou whispers, leaning closer to you, impish grin growing.
“Sh-shut up, Tendou—”
“He’ll cum—”
“Tendou!” He gawks, swiping at the taller man, narrowly missing his shoulder.
Something changes, then; curiosity and the alcohol and the stimulation warping your brain, your subconscious disregarding that superego it’s clinged so strongly to. “Tsutomu…” you moan, biting your lip, blinking your lashes up at him.
He gasps and opens his mouth, but Ushijima mustn't've liked his name slipping from your lips, because he grips your hip and ups his pace, a wanton howl spilling up your throat, eyes rolling.
“Oh fuck,” you breathe, ragged, burying your face in your arms again, before he hits too deep and you’re pushing back up to gasp for air. “N-no, Ushi— I’m—”
It feels so good — too good, even. He’s pulling sounds so dirty and pornographic from you, that you don’t even feel like yourself; but the best part is, you don’t even care. Ushijima quirks his fingers and your orgasm shoots through you like a freight train, your pussy clenching and squelching as he works you through it, your lips trembling as you whimper and drool all over your arms.
There’s talking between the guys, but your ears are ringing, your ability to focus completely unravelled, your whole being focused on revelling in the high of your orgasm. Until you’re pulled back up into Ushijima’s lap.
“Good girl,” he breathes, rocking his clothed cock against your messy thighs. “You did so, so well,” he praises you, large, wet hand squeezing your cheeks together and pulling you in for a kiss.
You’re absolutely shameless from then on out, pawing at him, sucking lewdly on his tongue. If getting raunchy and handsy is a turn-on for him, it’s something you’re willing to do.
“Hurry up,” you pant against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair. “Wanna fuck,”
He chuckles, sends a look over your shoulder to Tendou, “here?” He asks, deep golden eyes back on yours.
You keen back in affirmation, begin to push the singlet up and over his abs, his pecks, “Take this off.”
“You sure you don’t wanna go in the truck?”
You pout then, “you don’t... want me?”
That chiselled jaw clenches, he sucks his teeth.
Seconds later, he reaches between the two of you to unzip his pants and pulls his cock out, “Hips up,” he orders, one hand fisting the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, the other reaching for your pussy, fingers dipping into you and smearing your essence over his cockhead.
You blink at him, “b-but… a condom—”
“A condom?” Tendou laughs, sitting back in his original spot, three inches from Ushijima, phone in his hand. “You think this man wants to wear a condom?”
“Should we stop?” Ushijima asks, eyes regarding you cooly. Too cooly.
“N-no,” you shake your head, raise your hips and position yourself over him. There’s a bit of an ache in your heart trying to push its way through to your brain, but you squash it down, the need to be wanted outweighing any and everything else right now.
“You’re so, so pretty like this,” Ushijima praises you, littering your chest with kisses, pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking.
It momentarily distracts you from the unimaginable stretch his cock causes as you slowly sink onto him, and — as Tendou kindly points out — you’re doing so well taking his cock, until it just. Keeps. Going.
“It’s… that’s way too deep,” you gasp, unable to sit up straight, your smaller frame collapsing against his broad chest as tears well up in your eyes.
“Almost,” he breathes into the shell of your ear, voice deep and husky.
But you feel like he’s in your stomach, pushing his way up to your diaphragm; the pleasure’s a dull throb beneath the burning ache of taking something far too fucking large inside you. “Ow…” you groan, nails digging into his tanned skin, drool slipping from your lips, tears from your eyes. “Is it… in?” You whine when he stops moving.
He only hums in response, and you relax some, but then he flexes his hips, and you yelp as he sinks in even deeper. “So tight,” he hisses.
Glassy eyes watch as he groans and tosses his head back, exposing that thick neck and Adam’s apple to your drooling lips, your gnawing teeth. It’s all you can do to stop from crying— tasting and nipping at his sweaty, salty skin— and he doesn’t seem to hate it, if his low growl is anything to go by.
Despite what your body probably needs, he doesn’t give you time to adjust to his size.
“Shit,” he gasps, those huge hands grabbing your ass, squeezing your flesh, then lifting you and slamming you back down on his cock.
“Ah!” You yelp, scrambling now, nails scratching along taught, clammy skin, trying to find something, anything, to hold onto.
But he’s got you, thick arms circling your body, a hand at the base of your neck, the other pushing on your lower back, pressing you closer to him. It’s almost suffocating; you can’t move, can’t even breathe, but it’s so good.
You’re a doll, a puppet holding onto him and accepting everything he’s giving you. Every thrust, every squeeze of his arms; in the back of your brain you’re registering just how painful his fingertips are, just how deep they’re pressing into your flesh. And it makes you proud, the thought of him marking you, the idea of looking into the mirror tomorrow and seeing his fingerprints bruised into your skin.
You’re pulled out of your lull by his breath at your ear, “Say my name,” he whispers, seated deep inside you.
“Ushi—“
“Wakatoshi,” he corrects you, tugging at your hair so you meet his gaze.
“W-Wakatoshi,” you’re coy, matching his whisper, watery eyes looking into his. They’re pretty, you think, with flecks of gold and green and copper. Earthy.
He chuckles, “thanks,” then he’s pulling you to meet his lips. “Gonna cum deep inside you,” he promises, licking your teeth, using his own to pull at your bottom lip. “You’ll never be able to forget me.”
All you can do is groan, nod frantically, beg for it.
Your moans are a mixture of his name, of yes, of please, as he bounces you on his cock, as he kisses you, sucks at your skin, drags his teeth along it. It’s intoxicating, your world spinning as you near the edge of release, as he thrusts into you, all wet slaps and needy grunts.
He cums before you can, but fucks you through his own release. The warmth, the fullness, his lips cursing your name against your ear, have you coming undone around him. He swears again as you tighten up, those lethal fingers holding you prisoner as you come down from your orgasmic high, as the world around you spins.
You’re exhausted then, slumping against him, eyelids feeling more than heavy. Voices mumur and whisper behind you, Ushijima’s chest a low rumble of his own words. Then you’re moving, more than two hands on you, sitting you up straighter.
A second wind has you jerking away, panic lacing your bones. But then something big and warm is being pulled over your head, Ushijima helping you pull your head through soft cotton, your arms through too-big sleeves.
“Shh, sleep.” He mumbles, and it’s only then that you realise it’s the hoodie he had wrapped around his waist when you first met him. It’s huge, covering more than your actual outfit from this evening, you realise as he curls you up in his lap, pulls the hood up and over your head, gets you comfortable.
As you wriggle against him, covered in his scent, in his warmth, you begin to register how sticky you feel between your legs, the thought of his thick cum seeping out of you oddly satisfying. He wraps an arm around you, cradling you like something precious.
“She’s good,” you hear Ushijima mumble as your eyelids grow heavy again.
“Out of ten?” You think it’s Tendou.
“Hmm…” You fight to stay awake, to hear his answer. “We’ll make final decisions when we watch the playback.”
Vague confusion passes through you, before you finally fall asleep.
You’re going to hate yourself in the morning.
@anon: Chan’s arms vs Chan’s abs | make me choose
killing me softly.
Keigo Takami x F!Reader
7.3k words
summary: Just another evening of post-pregnancy bliss alongside your faithful and doting husband, Keigo. He’s been so considerate of your recovery… It may be a little soon, but he deserves a reward for being so patient, doesn’t he? Yes, yes he does.
warnings: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, breeding, lactation, fantasies of suicide, overall scumbag keigo shenanigans
A/N: started this a month ago. my inspo skedaddled about halfway through. it never came back, but i was tired of feeling guilty about already having 4k words written so i finally decided to bite the bullet and just spend a few hours slapping the keyboard until the rest of this 7k monstrosity was born. not sure why i’m posting on here since i’m hardly active but :’) this is for all the homies who are constantly starving for nasty keigo content. i feel y'all. i AM y'all.
technically a continuation of this fic.
Sometimes, you thought about throwing yourself from your balcony. You’d never actually be able to, what with the layers upon layers of security ensuring you’d never so much as sniff the outside air without Keigo’s express permission and supervision. Still, a girl could dream.
Just the idea of that moment before the fall, the suspension of time and space that simultaneously felt ephemeral and like an eternity. The blistering onslaught of air forcing your eyes closed. Your hair whipping wildly behind you, like ribbons. The weightless feeling of your organs, and the butterflies filling the spaces in between them. And finally, the moment before your body collided with the unforgiving earth—then nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You yearned for it, more than anything you thought to be capable of yearning. It frightened you, because this is what he made—no, molded you into. A scared little thing, cowering and submitting always, because a happy Keigo was infinitely more preferable to an upset Keigo. He made you want to die. You, who used to be someone worthy of the title villain, worthy of the fear of others, and the respect of your peers.
So much for that.
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eram quod es, eris quod sum.
paring. siren!hawks x fem!reader
c/w. dark content, noncon, brainwashing, drugging, oral sex (f!receiving), loss of virginity, (1) mention of breeding, hawks is a conniving bastard, reader is a cranky know-it-all, some mentions of blood, a crumb of lore was stolen from supernatural
a/n. half of my reason for writing this was for @bibbidi-bobbidi-birb. you are so ridiculously talented at writing and characterizing this man; i drew a lot of inspiration from your seven deadly sins series, although i don’t write as eloquently as you do so i pray it doesn’t melt your eyeballs lmfao. the other half of this is dedicated to @hhawks owtw collab & to all of the amazing writers on this platform. hope y'all enjoy ♥
w/c. 21k
playlist. 1, 2, 3, 4
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
– H.P. Lovecraft
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Im not sure if you're still open request until now, could i have maybe a smut for yandere overblot idia with afab reader/mc? (if you haven't heard because of chapter 6, then its okay if not overblot idia)
where reader/ mc finally gave up for escaping and end up loving him, reason he kidnapped reader/mc cuz he liked (obssesed) reader and he remember a story when he was a child about hades and persephone's (love) story, thinks it would "romantic" if he tried it just like in the story, he also wanted reader to "made love" with him.
note: i didn't use ob idia on this one. since i didn't think the plot of twst is changeable enough but i still followed the plot you've sent and i hope i did it a bit of justice so enjoy bby <3
format: one-shot
warnings: fem afab!reader, mean dom!idia, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, shameless smut, somnophilia, masturbation, nonconsensual recording, finger fucking, cunnilingus, breeding kink, a bit of degredation kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation
word count: 6.1k
An old tale says more towards one's way of life. It tells the story of kingdoms - how they came to be and how they continue to exist. But such tales often spread through word of mouth. It's been altered, revised, paraphrased. Sometimes, different versions are in conflict which makes these stories an unreliable source of information as it's on the verge of losing its original meaning.
With this in mind, legends of love stories become dangerous to dwell upon.
‘Once upon a time’ turned into a cautionary tale instead of the fantasy most people dream of.
But Idia ignored and continues to ignore this taboo. Perhaps it's his own creativity that keeps him apart from his peers—Quiet, reserved and keeps his thoughts to himself. He's a bit egotistic that's for sure. Believing in a false narrative yet looking down on others who call him insane. Further down the rabbit hole, Idia finds himself in a sense of longing one that he can't blame Eliza for when she forced her to marry him.
But her love story is different from his.
Because the one he yearns for follows the same portrayal—Kind, innocent, and above all, beautiful. If old tales are a guide, surely he must be doing something right, right? Ortho already voiced his concerns regarding his unhealthy fixation on this tale but he refused to listen, already across the line between fiction and reality, which is uncharacteristic of him.
As a full-fledged otaku, he shouldn't bring mere stories into reality. He shouldn't use escapism to such a dangerous degree. It's shameful but unprecedented that he's too far gone, romanticising the idea of love in the most horrible way possible.
For a long time, all he ever wanted is a speck of freedom, to be free from the responsibility he's shackled with. Realising that his small dream will never be achieved, Idia settled for the next best thing.
A tragic love story that he can easily recreate as long as he finds the perfect person.
Unfortunately, that's you.
Hours, days, months, perhaps even years have passed. You're unaware of where you are or why you've been brought here in the first place. But everything is tailored to your liking - every favourite food, every material needed for your hobbies, everything. Beginning to question is one thing but beginning to accept your predicament is another.
It's been a long time since you've seen the outside world and you reminisce about those old nearly forgotten memories. You've wandered long enough in the Land of Grief and you've come to realise that you're never going to get out of here. But does that seem so bad? Your caretaker certainly doesn't think so and in fact, he's been nothing but hospitable, understanding and patient.
A shiver runs down his spine when you realise where your train of thought is headed. The simulation of the fake clouds somehow eases your worries. You see the familiar strike of blue hair in the distance and you're not sure whether you should be upset or not.
Idia is the only person you can talk to and even if you want to, you're not allowed to interact with other people physically. His jealousy is something you won’t reckon with. "Ah, I assume you're taking a bit of fresh air," He says in a rather dainty manner which you always question. You wonder whether his spiritlessness is an act to lower your guard down.
"Yeah. It was getting a bit stuffy in my room despite being alone." You humour him by answering his question.
The insinuation makes Idia flinch before he sighs in dismay. "Is that so? You know you can always call me if you need me." He offers the same offer you've been refusing all this time. Sometimes both of you aren't sure whether you're stubborn and prideful or uncomfortable with his presence, despite Idia doing his best to place you as his top priority.
Your eyes shift to the ground, spacing out as you observe the dirt beneath your feet. Before he leaves, you stop him by replying. "Sure." Short and simple, yes but it surprises Idia, halting him in his tracks. It's the first time you've willingly replied to his offer, let alone reply to him positively as a small smile stretches across your face.
It's an odd feeling - the unfamiliarity of a person within the vicinity is making him nervous but the new fondness for interaction allows him to yearn for more. He doesn't rush and allows you to do as you please except run away and be free. It's a fair trade, at least to him, it is - considering how he grew up. Idia can only assume that maybe his parents got married for the same reasons you're there on the island.
"You're staring." Your words make him jump. The flames on his blue fiery hair turning into another colour, allow you to read his expressions like a book. It's one way to decipher his feelings and emotions. He isn't exactly the best at communicating with others. You shake your head at his reaction but your smile is still present.
The employees at STYX greet the both of you as you pass them through the halls, reaching the door to Idia's room. "Now that I think about it... I don't think I've been to your room before," You say as Idia opens the room and you enter. It's relatively normal, something you should've expected knowing that he's an otaku.
You flop on the bed and the mattress slightly bounces because of the force and you take in your surroundings a bit, trying to etch it into memory. "...Do you have anything you want to do?" His voice is timid. You're almost shocked to see that this is the same person who stared at you coldly when you shunned him away. Meek and shy is the only thing you can get from him as he sits a bit farther away from your form on the bed.
"I do have one question in mind… And I was hoping that I’d finally get an answer from you.."
And there it is, the icy glare he gives when he's angry. The colour of his flames doesn't change and it's probably because he's withholding his anger, choosing not to show it which terrifies you more. You pick the words in your head making sure you don’t allow the situation to escalate.
"I'm not going to ask you all the things I've asked before which you've clearly left unanswered. But I at least want to know why I'm here." He blinks, his animosity no longer there as he begins to contemplate while averting his eyes. You lean forward but only for him to back away, mumbling something you couldn't hear.
You squint your eyes before scooting closer. "...What was that?" Idia panics a bit, trying his best to stop himself from pouncing on you. Close, you're getting too close to his liking. He feels his cock twitch in its confinements when your doe eyes stare at him in curiosity. Cute, you’re cute. You have no idea how much he wants to smear his cum across your lips, shoving his cock down on your throat if he has the chance. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows nervously. “....Wife.” Idia manages to say before he backs away from you.
Your eyes widen at the word, blinking repeatedly as your jaw drops at the sudden realisation. “I’m here to be your wife...?!?” You exclaim as you stand up, shouting at the man, who winces at your sudden outburst. “Day after day, I was stuck here against my will and not knowing I’m meant to marry you?!?”
Idia simply avoids your gaze, seemingly unaffected by your ranting. You scoff at his indifference towards this situation, running your hand through your hand in frustration before sighing and sitting on the bed.
Your shoulders slump as you rest your head on your hands, fingers massaging your temple. Upset is an understatement. “Why-” You turn to him but don’t even bother, shaking your head before standing up. “I think I should go back to my room. I don’t want to argue with you and the last time we had an argument I was locked in my room. Thank you for your time.” You let out a small patronising laugh before curtly leaving.
Wife. The word sends all these alarming signals. Does that mean you have to spend the rest of your life here? Living in a place where your freedom is no longer valid? You let out another sigh as you finally turn the knob of your bedroom door. Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. How could you think that there was any other reason why you’re here? What did you even expect? You drop your weight onto the bed and you close your eyes, trying to sort the events in your head.
Becoming Idia’s wife sounds like a joke after being kidnapped by him. Though now that you think about it, you haven’t been seeing Idia frequently because of his time at school and as much as you don’t want to admit it, his presence became comforting so it’s becoming lonelier when he isn’t around.
You groan out loud before grabbing a pillow and hugging it for comfort. Resting your chin on the object, you curl and think about the idea of being a wife further. Frankly, the idea doesn’t sound too bad.
He has always respected your boundaries, only except when you’re not putting up a fuss. You somehow always get your needs and wants without any complaints from him. But considering how Idia treats courtmanship, you’d be forever stuck in this place forever.
Moreover, STYX has always been the family business and Idia is the next in line to lead it. But wouldn’t that mean children are necessary for businesses like this?
Your face heats up when you reach that conclusion, tensing as you imagine the picture of being bent over fucking you from behing.
Having sex with Idia doesn’t sound too bad either... You shake your head before you throw the pillow you’ve been embracing against the nearest wall - huffing in annoyance and pursing your lips in annoyance. You let out a deep sigh before laying back on the bed, the ceiling engulfing your field of vision.
Idia doesn’t even look too bad, though he’s a little pale. He looks warm too. His hair never burns your skin but it leaves a searing feeling. You stare at the ceiling and begin thinking about these miniscule insignificant details but one thing makes you question your own consciousness.
How would Idia Shroud fuck you?
Will he take it slow? Will he be rough? Will fuck you until your unconscious? Until you’re begging for him to stop? Your cunt clenches around nothing and you feel slick slowly building. How big will his cock be? Will it be long and slender? Will it be fat and thick? Will it feel like he’s splitting you open?
You scold yourself internally for these silly thoughts but can’t deny the heat, radiating off of your own body as you rub your thighs together while thinking about how his cock would feel inside you, stirring your insides as Idia chases his release.
What if there comes a time you deny him and he fucks you despite saying ‘no’? What if he ties you up and forces you to do everything he wants? What if he fucks a child in you without your consent because it’s necessary to have another shroud? Shit. Your thoughts are getting more and more dangerous when you imagine him, no, you want him to take you against your will.
You wonder why he’s never touched you, keeping this short distance between the two of you.
Your panties feel drenched against your pussy and your clit hurts, begging to be touched. “Fuck.” You say breathlessly before a hand snakes down your sweatpants, past your underwear and pinching the nub. Your whole body jerks at the action as sudden jolts of pleasure overwhelm you. You’re too sensitive to be doing this but you’re too sexually frustrated to care. Since when have you last touched yourself? You can barely remember. To think you’d result in fantasising about this situation.
Impatiently, you pull your sweater off of you and unclasp your bra, the cold air brush against your hard nipples before finally removing your sweatpants and ruined panties. You put two fingers in your mouth, saliva coating your digits before you begrudgingly insert them inside you. You let out a mewl when you move them inside playing with your own insides making you body twitch in delight before you knead on breast, tugging on the nipple harshly.
You can imagine it - his sharp teeth grazing your skin, hands bruising your hips gripping them to force his dick inside your virgin cunt selfishly and indulging himself with the pent-up sexual frustration he’s experienced around you. Has he ever been hard around? Has he ever fucked his fist imagining it’s your pussy wrapped around him? The thoughts are enticing but at the same time they ridicule you and your damned pride.
The phone on your nightstand rings, cutting you off from your own thoughts and your groan in exasperation before picking up the phone. “What.” You say, clearly annoyed as you continue to roll your hips against your hand and prevent yourself from moaning into the line. “...I just w-wanted to ask if you’re still mad.” Idia’s voice seems stuttered and it’s literally the worst time to call you right now - not when you’re thinking about getting dicked down by him. "Mmm... No, not anymore. Hah, I'll talk to you tomorrow." You gasp when your thumb presses down on your clit before cutting the line off.
The screen is clear and Idia shudders a moan when hears another high-pitched whine from you, playing with the tip of his cock and letting his head fall back. It's not the first time he's done this immoral act, watching you at your most vulnerable point. It's his guilty pleasure.
It wasn't intentional. At least at first, it wasn’t…
One time, he accidentally saw you naked after your shower. Your body freshly soaked and dripping with water as your perky breast on display. Idia nearly drooled at the sight of you, his member painful in his trousers. He engraved that memory into his head, rubbing one out in desperation when he thinks of you - your eyes rolling at the back of your head as your squirt on his cock for the nth time
But these thoughts of his slowly get darker and darker, imagining different scenarios he can do to you - gagged while he leaves both of your holes stuffed with toys that’ll overstimulate you until he gets home. Fuck, he swears if he doesn’t hear your cute moans and whimpers, he’ll lose his sanity.
Curiosity got the best of him. Cameras with working microphones are in your room and near the shower head in your bathroom. Each day he can see it - changing your clothes, showering… Each curve of your body and each patch of skin, even the way you’d bend over when changing your clothes. He’s sick, atrociously so, moaning like creepy pervert when he fucks his hand, watching your pussy press against your pants when you change.
One faithful day, however, he caught one precious video, one that he still has a record of - your moans, your tits, and your entire body splayed on the bed like it was presented to him in such a lewd manner.
It was way better than any doujin or hentai he’s seen. But the fact you were only a few steps away, makes it harder for him not to end up fucking you silly.
Today, he felt a bit risky. Calling you in the middle of your personal session and he finally gets a glimpse of another side of you, one he's been desperate to see. The cameras give him an entire show of your lies as you subtly moan during line. Plunging your fingers into your cunt as you drool on the sheets, jaw slacked open as you moan. Blood rushes to his cock and it's almost painful for Idia. His hand, alone, isn’t enough to satisfy him but hearing your moans are bringing him to the edge.
For a split second, Idia halts the movement of his hand when he hears the faint moan of his name. He must've been hallucinating but then he hears it again. "Idia, please fuck me."
The man can't even believe his ears and he nearly came just by hearing you call out to him wantonly as you spread your legs, giving him the full view of your cunt swallowing your digits. A grin makes its way to his face as he fucks his fist to the sounds of his name and the squelching of your pussy when you pick up your pace, imagining his cock taking the place of your fingers.
You're acting like a bitch in heat and he can't help but love this side of you.
A series of curses flow at your lips and you clench around your fingers, squirting on the bed as you scream his name as if he's the one doing this assault to your body. Simultaneously, Idia cums on his hand, the white cream coating his palm. "Fuck..." He whispers under his breath before chuckling to himself while getting tissue to wipe his sins off. Idia supposes he should pay you a visit but he wonders how long it'll take to break you.
"What is wrong with me?" Your voice interrupts his thoughts and it seems you regret your actions. He scoffs at your dumb resolve but continues to watch you through the screen.
You stare at your own sticky essence coating your fingers, playing with them as you spread your fingers apart to watch them fall apart in your own hands. Your head drops to the pillow. “Not enough.” You whisper as you glare at your own hand as if it was at fault.
You shake your head before you pull up the sheets to cover your naked body, choosing to rest after that humiliating act. Sleep seems appropriate and hopefully, this ridiculous concept of having sex with your kidnapper leaves your brain when you wake up.
Idia sees your form slowly fall into deep sleep. Pouting a bit that one orgasm is your limit. He wonders if he can test that theory. He wonders if he can do it now. His flaccid cock twitches with renewed interest, remembering the way you called out to him like a desperate whore. If he'd known from the start, he wouldn't have to deal with his problem alone.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Idia tucks his cock back into his pants before he leans back into his chair and contemplates - waiting for the opportune moment or taking what should’ve been his in the first place. You belong to him and him alone and he can’t wait to pamper that greedy cunt of yours when the time is right.
With a hint of malice, Idia chooses to replay the video he just witnessed, cutting the part where you moan his name and saving it. A cruel grin makes its way across his handsome features before he saves it on his phone. All this time he’s been nice, composed and considerate. He hums as he opens the door and it even looks like he’s nearly skipping across the halls in excitement. He wants to wait until you’re the one begging to be fucked.
But not anymore… Not when you moaned his name until you creamed all over your fingers. Your cute little cunt serves well to take his cock. Idia feels a shudder run down his spine when he gets closer to your room. He’s a freak, yes. A selfish freak that’ll end up cumming in you, making you his little breeding doll. He smirks to himself when he takes in the sight of your room, the sight of you which he last saw shamelessly mastubating to him on his screen.
You’re sleeping soundly, the blanket slowly rising up and down as you breathe. You look peaceful like this. The back of his hand touches your cheek softly as he places a kiss on your temple. You squirm at the contact and lay on your back, contrast to your previous position in which you were all curled up.
Even when you’re in your sleep, you’re just adorable - making everything so easy for him. It’s easier to manhandle your form like this and it’s evident when he pulls down the blanket.
Idia curses under his breath as he drags the fabric further down, only to see you pressing your thighs together for heat due to the cold atmosphere of the room brushing against your skin. Why does every single part of you seem so loveable? So precious that the thought of ever seeing you with another person angers him? Idia despises the idea and the fact there’s still a chance it might happen snaps something unruly inside of him.
His hands roam around your body, caressing your shoulders, to your arms and stopping at your waist. He presses his palm on your stomach and he envisions this idea of creating a family with you - imagining how his thick cum will look like dripping down your cunt, full of his seed.
Trapping you between his legs, Idia leans down to leave soft trails of kisses around your neck and you whimper in your sleep. Idia smiles against your skin when he garners a reaction from you from the smallest of touches, taking advantage of your sensitivity. His tongue begins licking stripes across your chest - swirling against your nipple, before sucking the nub and his teeth grazing it.
You’re too pliant like this and he loves the fact he can do anything to you at your current state. Unconscious and unknowing of what he does to your body, using it as he pleases. He wonders if you know how many times he cummed on his hand, jacking off in front of your sleeping face during nights where you fell into deep sleep.
Surely, you must know. You must know how desperate he is - to the point, it hurts to see you without thinking how well you’d look, losing all sense of self because of the pleasure only he can give you. How awful he is to be taking advantage of you like this. But when the narrative shifts and his brain circulates - all he can think of is you moaning his name, relying on your fingers when you could’ve been riding his cock.. He doesn’t understand why you don’t talk to him when he can give you everything - everything except your freedom.
If only you weren’t so stubborn.
His free hand moves from your waist to between your legs, his fingers feeling the slight slick when he plays with the opening of your pussy - finding his knuckles slipping easily through your hole so he doesn’t waste time before he’s fucking his fingers into you.
As much as he enjoys this power over you when you’re asleep, he wants you to wake up - hearing you scream his name at the top of your lungs as his cock repeatedly slams into your cunt. The onslaught to your poor hole jolts you awake, your hands trying to pry his hand away. “Idia!” You shout before moaning as his free hand pins your waist down to the bed to keep you from squirming away in his grasps.
Your eyesight is blurry - your conscious mind is already clouding up as you take in his fingers roughly playing with your pussy. “What the hell are you doing?” You question as you try to make sense of your surroundings. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t act like you don’t like this.” You attempt to defend yourself but he cuts you off. “Not when you squirted all over your fingers thinking about me.”
The sentence catches you off-guard and you clench around his fingers to which he laughs boisterous at. “Aw, look at that. You do like it.” He coos in a patronising manner and your face burns in both humiliation and ecstasy. “You’re a freak, Idia… Hah, fucking hell, hng - How long have those c-cameras been there? You perverted fucking creep.” You say in your sudden daze and anger.
Idia raises an eyebrow in amusement, a knowing-smirk across his features, feeling his cock throb a bit when you insult him. “A creep, huh? I guess I am one.” He admits but the pad of his fingers brush that special little spot inside you - making you arch towards him. “But if I’m a pervert, what makes that of you, Y/N?” He whispers in your ear as he continues stimulating your poor pussy.
“You fantasised about the same creep, who’s been fucking his fist for you - the same perverted creep whose fingers you’re creaming on. Tell me Y/N. What does that make you?” Your breathing is uneven and you can’t think about anything besides how he’s knuckles deep inside you, reaching deeper than your fingers could ever have, pressing on the right places.
“It makes me wonder what you could’ve been thinking of, Y/N. Mind telling a pervert like me? Give me a few ideas on what I should do to a selfish little whore like you? Hm, go on. You weren’t so shy when you were alone. Why can’t you do it when I’m here with you? You’re adorable, don’t you know that?” He says before he kisses the top of your head like a sick way of comforting you.
This man can’t shut up to save his life and clearly, he has a talent for pissing people off with words. How is this the same Idia that looks like he’s about to run off every time you’re a little too near for comfort? But the little statements of his, cruel as they may be, make your jaw slack as you, pant like a bitch in heat.
“Idia- wait,” You grab his hand but to no avail. “Wait? What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? A bit selfish for you to ask me to wait when I can have you right now, can’t I?” His fingers don’t stop even when your walls start convulsing around his digits, liquids spraying on his hand. “Wait, please- gonna cum.” You moan oh-so sweetly, red flushing your cheeks as you stare at him with a fucked sense of longing he keeps goading. “You’re really a squirter, huh?” Idia says as if it’s the most normal thing playing with the sticky substance on his hand, pleased at how it stretches on his fingers. He turns his attention on you and there you are, crying against your arm and he can’t help but laugh a bit. He knows he’s being but can’t help it - not when you look so fuckable like this.
You’re not in the best mental state after that orgasm. You feel disgusted with yourself, utterly embarrassed that you cummed on his fingers but that’s not the worst part of it all. The worst part is that you liked it. No, you loved every second of him abusing your little cunt and furthermore, you want more.
“Don’t be like this, Y/N.” You choose to glare at him, making Idia roll his eyes at your adamant behaviour. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and plays your indecency out loud. Hearing yourself moan for him, calling out to him so you can satisfy yourself with his dick serves that you no longer have the right to deny him of anything.
You feel his hands grab your thighs placing them over his shoulders and you can feel his unusual hair, tickling your skin - a bit surprised that it’s oddly warm in contrast with his cold body. “W-what.” Idia doesn’t answer, only manhandling your legs to give him access to your cunt before his tongue dives into your hole, licking and slurping obscenely. Your hand immediately grabs his fiery hair, to which oddly feels warm against your hand.
“Idia…” You whimper, shifting a bit when he sucks on your pussy like an uncivilised man. More, you need more. You don’t struggle, allowing him to do as he pleases and when he notices, a hand comes down with him to play with your nub, pressing on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You whimper into his name a little louder, realising his little game of exchange and reward.
“Don’t be mean.” Your little whisper makes him grin, giving you a few more harsh licks before pulling away. You moan in protest, hand running through his hair. His eyes meet yours and you fall deeper into a bottomless pit of agony and fulfilment.
Is this what it means to be a Shroud?
Idia pulls off his shirt before spreading your legs open and pulling down his sweatpants. His cock is lined up at the entrance and you feel the head of his cock twitch against your lips. The excitement etched across his face when he looks down on your hole, clenching around nothing and just as desperate to feel friction. “I’ll try to be gentle.” His seemingly kind words act to comfort you but Idia knows that their purpose seems useless.
Yet you humour him by pushing his hair back since it was draped over your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Just get it over it.” You snarl as if you’re tired of his games, even though you’re just as aroused of this fucked up situation.
“All you ever have to do is ask, y’know?” Idia jokes lightly as he leans into your touch, enjoying the warmth you provide him. His heart is pounding in his head when he thrusts slowly, the tip of his dick having trouble pushing past the tight ring of your hole. “You have to relax or I’m going to split you open.” He warns and you glare at him for that quip of his.
Idia would like to to think that he’s joking but when you’re being this submissive, he doesn’t know how long his self control will last. He doesn’t know how long til’ he’s ignoring your pleas to stop and keep thrusting with no remorse. Fuck, he doesn’t want to hurt you but who the hell knows how long that resolve would last?
Mustering the courage to move, Idia manoeuvres you a bit before his dick sinks slowly into your hole. You feel the burn in your nether regions and for once, you’re actually thankful you took his fingers before you took his cock. “Idia.” You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the distressing feeling of your hymen being taken apart.
Idia knows he should feel a bit more sympathetic but it’s harder for him not to shove all of his dick inside of you to make it fit. It’s your first time - both of your first time together. He should at least be mindful. It’s something that should take time and patience to make both parties comfortable and satisfied at the end of it and he agrees with the sentiment!
But the delirious spiralling of his mind and how your tight cunt barely gives any room for his cock to slide in, squeezing him so well, suffocates him and he’s so close to breaking you, ruining you. You feel way too good. “C-Can I move?” He stutters, a bit ashamed that he’s unable to mask his eagerness. Seeing you nod is what he needs to push two or so inches into and this time, both you and your cunt react to him.
You moan and walls invite him further, the amount of accumulated lewd juices allow him to slide effortlessly, burying his cock to the hilt. You curse at the top of your lungs and your nails dig into his back, surely leaving marks for tomorrow morning.
Shit.
Finally feeling your cunt around his entire cock, he doesn’t know how long he’s been fucking his fist but this is borderline dangerous. Your little whimpers and your erotic expression only heighten the overwhelming feeling, making him pull back only to thrust harshly - forcing a moan out of you. The reclining feeling of pleasure building up is messing with him and his hips begin to move on their own.
“This is bad, Y/N. This is really bad.” Idia whispers in your ear before laughing like a mad man. “My hips are moving on their own and I don’t think I can stop myself.” He warns before his continuous thrusts become harder, rougher and faster. In his mind, he’s aware but it short circuits, silently deciding that he’s going to pamper and breed your fucking cunt every single day. His hand is no longer an option when your cunt brings him into heights of ecstasy like a drug he’s slowly becoming addicted to.
All the while you could only release high-pitched moans, relishing the way his cock feels around your walls and filling you up the way you want to be filled up. His length and the places he’s reaching is making you see stars, your eyes crossing and tongue hanging out. Drool starts to run down your chin and you’re too cockdrunk to care at this point, only set on squirting on his cock.
“M’sorry. You just feel so good. Cute little cunt is taking me so well.” He moans salaciously and you could barely register his words but you know he means well.. Your hand pulls him into a deep kiss, swallowing each other's whimper and groans. His tongue desperately searches every crevice of your mouth, entangling and dancing along with your tongue as he fucks you with vigor. You’re the first one to pull away and your high-pitched whines resume as his cock nudges your cervix lightly.
“Fuck Y/N. You have no idea how much I wanted this - how much I, shit, how much I wanted to shove my cock inside you the first time I laid my eyes on you, just thinking about my cute little wife giving birth to my children.” Idia hisses when you give another involuntary clench. “If I only knew you were such a little whore - if I only knew this cunt I’ve been craving would swallow my cock greedily, I would’ve done this sooner.”
His thumb wipes down the tears cascading down your cheeks as you hiccup and whine with each drag of his length against your overstimulated walls, building up your impending release. The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter and until it finally snaps. “Idia, m’cumming!” You scream as your cunt convulses around him repetitively, and he chuckles under his breath - almost like it’s his own little way of coping due to the immense bliss he’s experiencing.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, m’kay?” His forehead is pressed against yours as he closes his eyes, hearing you hum in affirmation. “And you’ll be taking it all like a good little wife you are, won’t you?” He huffs, before he lets out a loud pornographic moan and you nod in agreement. “Good fucking wife.” Idia whispers under his breath. His cock fucks you through your orgasm and as he chases his, he can’t help but hold you closer. Mine, he thinks. Every single part of you belongs to him and this is the fate you’ll be burdened with.
If you ask Idia, there’s nothing more that he wants than to prolong this little session. Don’t get him wrong, he knows he can have your cunt any time after today but this very moment is special to him. It wasn’t supposed to go like this but you keep clinging onto him, moaning his name like a siren beckoning him to drown further in his obsession with you.
Idia presses his lips against yours, kissing you with such passionate like every feelings he’s never said is being communicated through one single action before finally painting your insides white, fucking you through his high. He takes deep breaths, refusing to pull out and enjoying the heat from your walls and both of your cum mixing together. “Y/N?” He calls out your name softly but realises that you’ve fallen back to sleep.
It’s a bit concerning that you fall asleep this quickly but he can’t blame you after today’s matter. Idia shakes his head but a smile is present on his handsome features. The room smells of sin and the more he stares at you, the more he can’t believe that everything transpired. But it’s real. You’re his - mind, body and soul. Shifting to change his position, Idia chooses to spoon you while his cock stays buried inside your cute cunt. After all, we have to make sure it takes, right?
Hopefully in the morning you’re not sore enough for him to fuck another batch into you but for now, he should let you rest because he won’t be kinder tomorrow.
