Serving Going To Church With Your Friends Family After A Sleepover Realness:

Serving “going to church with your friend’s family after a sleepover” realness:

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD GOD OMFG IM LIKE EKDKWKSKSKKEJWJSKW 🥰😩😖😐😩🥰😩😩😩😩😰🙏🙏😛😛😛🌴🗣️

pair: lee seokmin x afab! reader

warnings: porn without plot, thigh riding, oral (fem receiving), fingering, pussy drunk! seokmin, praise, edging, squirting, pet names like baby and darling.

wc: 639 words

a/n: sorry this is kinda sucks but it's just a short one shot i needed to get out of my system because you have no idea how badly i need to ride this dudes thighs oml

"baby, i wanna try something out."

who knew that 'something' would turn into an hour of being denied an orgasm.

"min- oh fuck, i'm close i'm close i'm!"

then he digged his hands into your hips to stop you from grinding on his thigh and the feeling dissolved. "baby, please, i wanna cum so bad!" you whine.

"don't worry, pretty. i'll let you cum soon. just let me play with you a little first," seokmin smiled and kissed your forehead. he started to grind you up and down his thigh again, your arousal covering his leg.

"so wet for me, such a good pussy. you're so perfect, darling." he whispered in your ear and grounded you down on his thigh so that your clit was getting more friction, your whimpers spilling out.

seokmin started to suck on the shell of your ear as he whispered more praise to you, keeping the pace of his hands on your hips.

when your hands cupped his face, his eyes softened and he gave you a loving smile as if he wasn't edging you for the past hour. when you pressed your lips to his softly, he let out a groan into your mouth. the soft kiss immediately turning sensual.

his pace quickened, rubbing you on his thigh faster and both of your moans mixed together in the kiss. you felt your orgasm approaching and you prayed to whatever god there was that he'd finally let you cum.

"seokmin! i'm gonna-"

then, he threw you off of him onto the bed. "sorry baby, need to taste you so bad..."

when he laid down on the bed, his hands grabbed onto your thighs and pulled your heat to his face. your breath hitched when you felt him lick a stripe up your folds.

he dove in as if your pussy was his last meal, sucking on your clit like his life depended on it. your legs shook and the slurping noises he was making was obscene.

your hands gripped his hair when he added his fingers to the mix, pumping two inside you as his tongue sucked your clit, making him groan into your heat.

when you looked down to watch your boyfriend, his eyes were staring directly at you. he looked like an animal, so incredibly pussy drunk.

"mfph, need you to sit on my face one day. fuck, you taste delicious, darling." he muttered. "oh my god! right there!"

his fingers found your g-spot, and his pace quickened, hitting it over and over again. your legs were shaking and your your grip in his hair tightened.

you tried to wrap your legs around his head but he used his spare arm to pin one of your legs down onto the mattress.

then, you noticed.

seokmin was rutting into the mattress as he went down on you, and you could tell he was close. "gonna cum baby?"

he faltered for a second but continued his ministrations. "yeah, fuck.. gonna cum for you baby," he whimpered.

his hips stuttered into the mattress as he came all over his boxers. "good boy," you praised and rubbed his head as he came down from his high.

you didn't notice he stopped fingering you until he started again, seokmin's fingers pumping straight into your g-spot again which made you see stars. "min! i'm cumming, fuck fuck fuck!" you screamed.

the gush of wetness literally forced seokmin's fingers out of you. "darling, fuck. you just squirted all in my mouth. that was so hot."

you giggled, catching your breath from your orgasm. when you opened your eyes, you watched seokmin lick his fingers clean.

"c'mere, wanna taste myself," you murmer and pull him into a long kiss.

the minute you felt the wetness from his boxers on your leg, you grimaced and pulled away. "let's get cleaned up..."

I ALWAYS COME BACK

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tags: smut. breeding kink, creampie, age gap, voyeurism, dacryphilia, dumbification, objectification, semi-public sex, praise kink, degradation kink, angry sex, mentions of cheating, unprotected sex…

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18 + / mdi

content: pantysniffer!mingyu, pervert!mingyu, the unexpected return of this mingyu, established relationship, smut, afab reader, oral (f receiving), face-sitting, etc.

part 1

wc: 1384

a/n: i randomly thought abt a continuation to that one mingyu fic i wrote like a month ago and now here we are

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you thought he would've been done with this by now. i mean, you were dating; exclusively. you had been dating for about a month, so it was quite strange for mingyu to still have this habit.

when you'd first met your boyfriend, you had only been roommates. he was clean, he kept things tidy, he was respectful of your space, and most important of all, he was really hot.

you hadn't known him very well until first moving into his shared apartment, only having ever heard your best friend vernon mention him in passing. which wad why you were in utter shock upon moving in with vernon and mingyu, now realizing that your best friend had been gatekeeping this muscly hunk from you.

admittedly, you had a bit of a crush on him, but you were an adult and you also appreciated the friendship you had quickly built with mingyu, deciding to not act on anything, or even give off any type of hint of your school-girl crush on him. this platonic dynamic, however, did not last long. but its demise was not your doing.

it all started some random afternoon, in which you had headed over to take a shower at the usual time you tended to. having roommates, it was just easier to have a schedule, so you'd always abide by it. except today's routine was quickly interrupted by the unexpected sighting of your panties in mingyu's hand, pressed against his nose while he breathed in the scent. you had only wanted to ask him for extra conditioner, not bothering to knock on his door (your bad), but absolutely not expecting to find the culprit to all your misplaced panties from the past month.

like any reasonable girl, this interaction ended with you letting mingyu fuck you into next week, but only after being thoroughly eaten out by the man as he lost himself between your legs. in very predictable fashion, this resulted in a relationship arising between the two of you, immediately informing your friend vernon that he would now have to third wheel as the three of you continued to be roommates.

you had thought that was the last of it. the last time mingyu would let his depraved tendencies thief you of yet another pair of panties. i mean, he had the real thing now, so there was no need for a washed out scent of your cunt for him to get off to, right? wrong. you had forgotten your boyfriend was obsessed with you, and by result, the lacy panties he knew you wore day after day.

that's why it shouldn't have been surprising when you walked into his room (which was pretty much yours by now) to find him in the same position you had a month before. you wanted to be scandalized, but much like last time, you were incredibly turned on at the thought of mingyu being so addicted to you he'd seek your panties if he couldn't have you immediately.

he noticed your arrival, not stopping his movements even as you neared him, closing the door behind you.

'baby ... left me all alone. 'm sorry, just needed you so fucking bad ...', his movements on his dick sped up, whining and pouting at you for fulfilling your adult duties and leaving him on his day off to go to work.

'gyu ... baby. wanted me that bad? couldn't wait for me to get back?', you were close enough now to caress his cheek, making him lean into your hand as he moaned at your condescending tone.

'mhm', he nodded, 'can i have it? want the real thing, baby. wanna drown in it.'

'how can i say no to you, pretty? c'mere, let me-'

'my face! sit on my face, baby, please!', it wasn't too common for him to beg for you, only ever happening when he was overly pussydrunk for you, so you were taken aback for a moment.

surprisingly, you had never sat on his face to date, despite his constant insistence on eating you out almost every day that allowed for it. to be fair, you two worked a lot, and had only been dating for a month. there hadn't been enough time to explore more positions or even explore each other as much as you'd want to.

'gyu? are you sure? what if i-'

'its fine!,' he was suddenly not as dizzy from the arousal the scent of your panties had given him, all focus now on the thought of your thighs encompassing him as he licked at you from below their weight, 'i can take it, baby, i promise,'

it took a bit of enticing from him to convince you, with him beginning to kiss your neck and sneaking his hand under your shorts to run his fingers up and down your already-wet panties. he succeeded too quickly, knowing you had as little power to resist him as he did you.

and so now you were sitting on his face, worries buried deep in your brain as your boyfriend's tongue delved into the farthest depths of your cunt. you couldn't help yourself in holding onto his hair and begin riding his tongue, too blind on pleasure to even think.

what you hadn't realized was that your boyfriend was off even worse than you, constantly moaning against your cunt while his hand remained occupied on his own dick. he had never felt more turned on, falling in love with the weight of your thighs on his face.

'gyu ... feel so- so fucking good, shit! please ...' you had no idea what you were begging for. there was nothing more mingyu could do to make you feel better than he already was. he had managed to render you senseless, with no coherent thought left in you.

'so fucking good .. shit, so tasty, baby. ride me just like that ..', that was what you could make out of his mumbled words muffled by your cunt, but regardless, knowing he felt pleasure from the simple act of sucking on your clit made you even more aroused.

you began to ride him at an animalistic speed once you realized your orgasm was approaching, face now wet from the tears of pleasure he had pulled from you. mingyu was in no better state, humping his own hand at a similarly inhuman pace, cumming halfway through your own orgasm.

you fell limp on the bed, wearily removing your weight from his face and letting yourself become boneless while he somehow managed to get himself up to get some wet wipes to clean up the mess, but not without attacking your mouth with his tongue for a few seconds before actually getting up, moaning at the whine you let out at your taste on his tongue.

'shit. we have to do that again. we have to do that every time from now on. we-'

'okay, slow down,' you giggled as he cleaned you up, 'i need to recover. you're crazy, gyu, jesus christ.'

'what? is it illegal to love pussy?'

'as much as you do? it should be. also, you're still stealing my panties? gyu, i-'

'listen!' he interrupted you again, now having thrown away the dirty wipes and wordlessly positioning the two of you so you could lay against each other under his covers, 'it was an emergency, okay? i was so horny, you have no idea. and your panties were right there! it's like crack, baby. i couldn't help myself. are you mad?', he was pouting by the end of his explanation, paying no mind to how ridiculous he sounded.

'of course not, gyu. it's actually kinda, uh, i-'

'oh my god. you still like it?! you like when i sniff your panties and i'm the perv?', he gasped, now facing you as he berated you.

'shut up! i'm not the one going around sniffing people's panties, okay? you're the perv!'

'nuh uh, baby. can't turn this on me. gonna be stealing your panties even more now. i dont care if i can have the real thing, want both. gonna make you sit on my face every day too. cant even pretend you dont love it anymore', he was smug about it, knowing he was completely right.

'fine. you can steal my panties. happy?'

he dared giggle in response, 'very.'

the first time you cry in front of vernon, it’s because of an orange.

you’ve always loved oranges. not just because of the taste, or the flavour, but because of everything they can mean.

oranges are built for sharing. neat little segments, ready to be peeled apart and given away; they’re like muses. metaphors. i love you, i’ll peel you an orange, do you want half? — people write poetry about it. so much meaning within the simplicity of sharing.

it happens when you’re over at vernon’s place, the two of you sitting together on the floor of the kitchen. backs against the wooden cabinets, side-by-side, a comfortable silence settled in the air. late afternoon sun pours in through the window, bathing both of you in honey-gold light, softening the edges of vernon’s features whenever you look over at him.

he’s fixated on peeling that orange, the one he produced out of nowhere. you’ve never seen anyone tear the skin so carefully, but then, as you’ve come to notice, vernon handles everything carefully. even moments later, tearing the segments apart, he does it with an unusual, endearing gentleness. there’s no violent gush of juice as he splits it in half, no squashed pieces.

vernon gives you half, and you think you short-circuit a little.

(how dare you love me in the way i long to be loved?)

there’s a slightest stickiness on his fingers when they brush against yours. the sunlight is warm and heavy on your back. you think you might love him soon.

“everything okay?” he asks, soft, casting you a slightly concerned glance — likely because of the intensity with which you’re gazing at your orange half, sat perfectly round and ripe in your palm.

“yeah,” you say thickly, forcing back the tears that blur your eyes, mustering a watery smile. “everything’s perfect.”

an / things are literally madness rn. but that won’t stop me from posting vernon fluff!

ALSO — “how dare you love me in the way i long to be loved?” is a quote from here!!

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