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mean channie . mean channie. MEAN CHANNIE !!!

chan who would overstimulate you until you're crying, but he's wiping yr pretty tears and telling you you can take it

chan who'd mock you while you're being split open by his big cock, laughing at your mewls

chan who would put a collar on you, taking a picture of you fucked out prettily to share with his members <3

in which chris likes to be condescending ╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader ╰┈➤ tags/warnings: big dick chris lol, meanie chris, condescension, overstimulation, sooo much dirty talk ╰┈➤ word count: 580

unedited!!

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"it's okay, baby. it's okay," chris softly mutters as he looks at you adoringly, eyebrows furrowed as if he isn't just pounding into you with no remorse whatsoever. "c'mon, i know you can keep up with me."

chris allows you to flail and whine and shake under him, he lets you show how good he's ruining you. it's a guilty pleasure for him to see you wrecked, all just from his dick. knowing that he's the only man that can make you feel like this, that can overstimulate you, that can bring you to your tears makes him push you to your limit.

that's always the case with chris. he's not afraid to push your boundaries, testing your soft and hard limits -- and you're also not afraid to completely surrender yourself to him.

"i can't!" you mewl, mouth drooling as your legs practically shake over his shoulders, "c-can't take it!"

at that statement, chris laughs menacingly and grabs you by the jaw forcefully. his tight grip entices panic in you, yet somehow making you wetter. he notices that you clamped down harder around his girth, confirming that you are, indeed, a slut for some pain.

"messy, messy baby..." he fakes a caring tone, clicking his tongue, "wet all over, huh? eyes watering, mouth drooling, fuck, even your cunt's gushing around my dick so much. are you gonna cum again, huh?"

his hand comes down from your jaw to your throat, choking you. that action made you gasp and undeniably pushed you closer to cumming for the third time that night. "yeah," he smirks, "you don't need to breathe, baby. all you need to do is cum all over my cock, mhm?"

"c-chris..." you barely say, practically only tired moans and whines coming out of your mouth.

"awh, you can't take it? hm? is it too much for my little girl?" chris leans his head down to wipe your tears away -- not using his hand but his tongue, licking your salty tears from your cheek. your mind was too empty to even fully comprehend what he did, although it was for sure that chris loved seeing you fucked out and brainless for him "ohh, it is too much for you, huh? but i've trained you enough to take at least half of my big cock, baby..."

it was true. no matter how many times he has fucked you, you still can't take all of him inside no matter how much you actually want to.

"cum all over my cock, baby girl. wan' you to tighten around me again and make my cock wet. you can do that for me, right?"

"i... i--" you shake your head, too overwhelmed by both pleasure and pain.

"yes you can," he growls, the guttural sound coming from his chest elicited shills down your spin. "yes you fucking can. d'you wanna be my good girl, hm?"

the mention of that pet name made your eyes widen, and suddenly all of your senses crumble and the only important thing in your mind was to be channie's good girl. only his.

chris notices that spark in your eyes and slight difference in the size of your irises. he chuckles, "yea? wanna be good f'me?"

"yes! mhm, fuck, w-wanna be your good girl!"

"oh, but are you sure? i mean, you just said that you can't cum again," he pouts, "you'll only be my good girl if you cum again, got it? over and over and over again."

Ok, but Ethan Winters has a praise kink the size of Texas and you can't convince me otherwise.

bless you for giving me the opportunity to thirst rn i lowkey love ethan 😩

(cw: re7/re8 spoilers)

Ethan....my man's has fought through literal hellscapes just for the sake of his family, he not only deserves the highest praise but he would absolutely crumble if he got even a smidge of it. just telling him that he's so brave and strong would stop him in his tracks, he'd be dumbfounded, and stutter out a "really? uh...th-thank you." and be left with some rosy cheeks cause he's embarrassed of himself. he'd try to water the compliments down, insist that he's not that great, he's just doing the right thing--but they still make him all warm inside, and they stick in his mind like honey so he can't shake away how good it makes him feel.

so imagine what he'd be like if you told him that more intimately? if you whispered in his ear that he's so pretty, that you love his muscles and his scars, and that you want to hear him moan because you bet it sounds like music? he'd just melt and give you whatever you ask for. his fingertips would brush over your throat and he'd ask if he could leave marks there, if you'd mind him leaving some little bruises to remember him by, but the submissiveness of his voice would make way for a groan so deep it rumbles through your body when you tell him yes, he can do whatever he damn pleases with you. and from there he gets bolder--still asks if he can do certain things, and begs to know if it's feeling good or if he's hurting you--but bold nonetheless, kissing places he never dared to glance at for fear of seeming perverted, and pulling your legs round him to keep steady so you don't have to move, you don't have to do anything but lay back and let him make you feel good. just keep telling him how wonderful he is, how you don't want him to stop, how much you love him, and he'll be forever at your beck and call no matter what happens to him. he would literally give you the world just to hear those words from you again, and again, and again.

Two’s A Company, Three’s A Crowd, Four… is Just Perfect

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please), praise kink, breeding kink, very light choking, lowkey Soft Dom!Ethan Winters, possibly super light degradation but not really, overall pretty tame, fem-specific gendered terms. Not proofread.

Notes: MY FIRST FIC BE NICE!!! Honestly, I can’t tell if this is bad or not 👀 This took me days to finish because I lost energy like half way through 😭 Sorry if it’s a little ooc, I tried to not do that but it might be 🫣 ANYWAYS, hope you like it 😁 if you have any comments JUST SAY THEM they will be appreciated 💕 hope you like, lovelies ☺️

3.6k words | Ethan Winters x AFAB!Reader

You stand on the porch of a small townhouse. Feeling the cool air blow around you, you try to make yourself smaller in your coat. It was freezing outside, but gas was expensive so you walked. The sweet burn of prolonged cold nipped at your fingertips and exposed ankles. The distant cries of a young child getting louder, accompanied by heavy fevered footsteps. The door swings open and a man pokes his head out giving you a weak tired smile.

“Are you the babysitter?”

“Yes.”

That was 9 months ago, and you wouldn’t have even imagined that would have led to this.

***

“What?” Your eyes widened. ‘What did she just say?’

“I asked if you could give me a little sister. My friend has a little sister and she said that her daddy helped her mommy build her in her tummy.” Rose kept on coloring with her crayons as she talked, “Mommy’s not here, but daddy could help you,” She smiled at you then looked towards her father, “right daddy?” Ethan’s body visibly tenses at the question and he lets out an awkward laugh.

“I don’t think it works like that Rosie.”

“Why not?”

“Cause…” he swallows thickly, “cause it has to be a mommy and daddy, and she’s not a mommy.” Rose crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks.

“That’s dumb!” She throws her crayons onto the paper and pouts.

“How ‘bout we go to bed, Rose.” You suggest.

“‘M not tired!”

“If you lay down now I’ll have time to read you that book you like, I’ll even do the funny voices.” Rose’s entire demeanor changes.

“Really? Like it when you do the fish, it’s silly.” She giggles.

“It is silly, now let’s go!” You grab Rose’s hand and lead her to her room to put her to bed. “Long ago, a young girl went with her mother to pick berries for her father who was hard at work…” You read to her making sure to do the voices extra dramatic, you always added in new voice lines to make it a little more entertaining and she loved it everytime.

***

“She’s asleep.” You walk into the kitchen finding Ethan pouring a glass of wine.

“She loves it when you read to her. Thought it was gonna be a lot harder to get her to bed since she missed her nap today.” Ethan huffed with amusement. “I can never get her down that easily, she always says I’m doing the voices wrong and that you do it better.”

“Does she really?” You walk up to the counter he’s standing by.

“Every time.” He laughs then holds his glass to you, “you want some?”

“Maybe a glass, I don’t wanna stumble home.”

“I’ve told you that I could pay for your gas to and from here, it’s not that big of an expense and it’s getting cold out.” That was Ethan, always worried about everyone else even when it inconvenienced him.

“No,” you just shake your head, “I don’t mind it. Plus, I get more steps in.”

“If your legs get cut off from frostbite you won’t get any steps in.” He starts pouring you a glass, he had already taken one out for you before you even came into the room.

“God, Ethan!” Your eyes widened and you laughed, “you’re so morbid!”

“I’m just trying to look out for you,” he slides you your glass, “and if you can’t babysit anymore I don’t think Rose will ever sleep again.” You take a sip of your drink and slosh the wine around your glass.

“Guess I’ll have to start searching for wheelchair ramps then!”

“Okay, smarty pants.” Ethan rolls his eyes.

“Or you could get her that sister, bet a new baby in the house will tire her out.” You nudge his shoulder and giggle. Ethan’s body tightens up next to you.

“Oh I… yeah that could work.” He laughs nervously and looks away as a light blush dusts his cheeks. “I’m sorry for that by the way, she… Rose has been asking for a sister since I started socializing her at that parent support group place.” You notice his embarrassment and lean in.

“Oh don’t worry, Ethan. She’s just a kid, she didn’t know what she was saying. Bet though if you bring it up in like ten years she’ll be totally embarrassed!” Ethan lets out a soft laugh but is still visibly tense.

“Yeah, probably…” he chews his lip and sucks in a breath.

“You ever thought about it?”

“W-what?” He seemed to just about jump out of his skin.

“Have you ever thought about having another kid?” You give him an amused look.

“Oh. Uh… sometimes.” Color fills his cheeks and he looks away. It was a lie. He thought about it constantly. All Ethan wanted was more kids. He just understood how much he already struggled raising Rosemary alone, and didn’t want her or another kid to suffer from his irresponsibility. 

“What did you think I meant?” You giggled and leaned in a little further, now starting to enter his space. Maybe it was the wine that emboldened you, or maybe that was just your excuse.

“I uh…” he huffed out a laugh, “I thought you meant kids with you specifically.” Immediately after saying that he realized what had just left his mouth. Wine always seemed to make him unable to shut up.

“Oh.” Your face heated up not expecting him to be so straightforward. “Well, have you?” You ask in a quieter voice.

“No! I…” he exhales and looks over at you, you guys just look at each other in silence for what feels like forever. “Yes.” His voice was so quiet if you hadn’t been laser focused on him you would’ve missed it.

“Really?” You whispered back. You didn’t sound angry or even surprised, just hopeful. He nodded.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Yes.” You answered immediately, what did you have to hide now? He wanted it too.

“You have?” Ethan looks at you completely shocked. After the words left his mouth he expected you to yell at him, slap him even, for being a creep—rightfully so, in his opinion—and then quit on the spot, not agree.

“I have.” You bite your lip and look into your glass, heat starts climbing to your face. The fact that you had thought about that… Ethan could feel his cock start to kick at his thighs.

“And what are we gonna do about that?” His voice came out a lot shakier than he intended. Sounding more like he was genuinely curious rather than confident and flirty like he intended. It didn’t matter though, hearing those words come from him made your breath hitch.

“Well…” you bite your lip thinking for a minute. ‘Oh what the hell.’ Grabbing his shirt you pull him closer and press your lips to his. It wasn’t really a hot passionate kiss, more just a ‘I really hope you don’t fire me’ kiss, well at least it wasn’t at first. Ethan’s body relaxes after a few seconds, his hands come to your waist to pull you against him. The tip of his tongue peeking from between his lips to lick a hot stripe across your bottom lip. Suddenly you’re jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter and parting your thighs so he can slot himself between them. You let your hands wander behind his back and grab at his shirt as his start to rub at your sides. One of them runs up your body to press against your neck. Your body straightens and you break the kiss with a pant.

“You like that?” He pulls back a little further so he can look from your eyes to your kiss-swollen lips. Swallowing thickly as you try to respond to his words, yet nothing seems to come out. “Hmm?” He squeezes your throat lightly and you whine. Slick pools into the gusset of your panties. You try and push your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs, only leaving you wanting and squirmy as your knees push against the sides of his hips. 

“Mmh, yeah you do.” He squeezes your neck again softly and you continue to unsuccessfully try to clench your thighs together searching for friction. Noticing this, he lets his other hand fall to your thigh so that he can pull you closer to him. Not quite close enough to feel him where you need it.

“I do, I like it.” You nod your head as you talk quietly, your eyes glazing over with want.

“Yeah?” The hand on your thigh climbs up to rest on where your thigh meets your hip and he lets his thumb run along the crotch seam of your pants. “Pretty girl.” He presses his thumb in and watches your face, seeing the way your eyelashes flutter and how your lips part slightly as you gasp. You look down to where his thumb rubs at your cunt. The fabric separating him from actually touching you providing a much needed friction on your clit.

“Ethan…” your voice nothing but a whiny whisper.

“Hmm? What sweetheart?” The hand on your throat coming up to your jaw, his thumb swiping across your lower lip making you shiver. “You want something?” He keeps eye contact and keeps rubbing his thumb around your lips. Letting his finger dip into your mouth slightly, going in and out, back and forth, slowly, never letting it move in far enough. He rubs your saliva across your lips on every hot drag out of your mouth. Your lip starts to quiver and you move your head forward a little, trying to take his thumb deeper into your mouth.

“Mmm, yes.” He bites his lip and breathes out heavily. You wrap your tongue around his thumb and start licking tentative stripes up his finger, getting more confident as his jaw slacks.

“Keep going,” he whispers, “just like that.” You let your lips close around his finger so you can start sucking around his thumb. “Oh, good girl. Doing so good for me.” His head tilts back a little before he catches himself so he can keep watching the way your lips move when you suck him in. You pull your lips off him with a pop and a string of spit connects his thumb to your lips.

“Ethan, I want more.” You take your arms from his body and put your hands on the counter, leaning back.

“You want more, what?” He raises his brows at you.

“I want more of you, want more touching.” You lean in, biting your wet lips and smiling softly.

“No.” He lets his hands move to sit over yours, pressing them softly into the counter as he leans in to you even further than you did him. “I was telling you to ask for more.” His voice is firm but gentle, and any doubt he had in the beginning was gone. It made you wet. You couldn’t help but squirm a little at what was happening, or the implication of what it could mean for later.

“Oh okay…” you swallow, “Ethan, I want more, please?” Your voice comes out whiny and shaky. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” He starts unbuttoning and unzipping your pants before helping you to stand. He stands back to watch you as you start pulling your jeans down. Ethan watches you bend forward, the way your hands slide down your legs. You're making sure to pull them off slowly and completely so you don’t look like an idiot struggling out of your pant legs. You push them to the side and look up at him as you stand. Finally really paying attention to him rather than what he’s doing. Seeing you look at him like that, he palms himself over his jeans. You stand all the way up and pull your shirt over your head. Tossing it aside before putting your hands behind your back. Biting your lip as you look from his face down to the hand that teases his cock through his pants.

“Turn around and bend over, baby.” He looks you up and down like you’re a toy and keeps touching himself.

“M’kay.” You turn around like he asks and bend yourself forward till you can feel the cold surface against your cheek.

“Good girl.” His hand roams up the back of one of your thighs all the way up to rub your lower back. You arch for him, picking your head up and putting your arm over each other in front of you. He breathes out heavily and steps forward pressing himself against your hip.

“Oh look at you. You wanna be touched don’t you, baby?” You nod your hand and bury your face in your arms. “Yeah you do.” Ethan leans in pressing his front to your back and hooks his finger under the band of your underwear. He pulls it back a little and lets it slap back against your skin softly with a smile. His hand moves down to cup your sex, the feeling making you whine. “You’re so wet. Did I do this, Hmm? You’re wet for me?” He whispers right against your neck and you nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, ‘m wet for you.” He starts carding his fingers through your slit over your underwear, soaking them even more.

“Mmm, which part? Was it when I squeezed that little throat, or maybe…” Ethan leans in further so you can feel his lips ghost over your neck, “or maybe it was when I said I fantasized about knocking you up?” You could feel your pussy gush into your panties as you moan at his words.

“Oh? Which one?” The smirk in his voice is audible.

“I… both.” Your breath is shaky and your face heats up at having to admit that.

“Both? Well I guess we’ll have to do both then. Won’t we, sweetheart?” Your lips push together hard and you press back against his hand, still sliding lazily against your slit. His hand moves up and he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear again, but this time he starts pulling them down. Strings of slick connect you to your panties as he pulls them away.

“Look at you, so needy.” His fingers return to your slit and you arch back more. “Aww, you’re getting me all messy, baby. You know, I bet I could slip right into this needy little cunt without any preparation. You’d take it all wouldn’t you?” His fingers move to toy with your clit making you gasp.

“Mhm.” Your voice is muffled but he can still hear how whiny your tone is.

“But I’m not that mean, even though I know you’d like it. I’ll get you ready, baby, wanna hear that pretty voice while I fuck you with my fingers.” He moves his hand to line up one of his fingers and push it inside. “Oh god, so tight. Gonna stretch you out, baby.” He starts slowly dragging his finger in and out of your gummy walls. “You think you can take a little more?” Without even waiting to hear an answer he pushes another finger up into you.

“Etha-“ you whimper and bite your lip, moving backwards and forwards a little to meet his fingers when they push in. He flips his fingers over inside you and starts curling them against that spot inside you making you see stars.

“Pretty girl, you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about doing this. Bending you over the counter and filling you up while you whine and beg. Ask for it, baby. Ask me to fill you up.” He starts curling his fingers harder against your walls, pushing them against you the whole time he drags out. He stands up straight but keeps himself pressed against your hip.

“Please, Ethan. Fill me up, please.” Your voice is high and whiny. He throws his head back with a moan and starts rubbing himself against you.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah you sound so good like that. So so good.” Ethan’s voice is breathy and his other hand starts to toy with his belt, undoing it and pulling it through his belt loops to toss on the floor with a clatter. His fingers start to undo his jeans and he tries to pull them down quickly. “Shit.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss of stimulation. “Be patient, baby.” You look back at him as he pulls his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. When you see his cock spring free you bite your lip and moan. Unable to look away from his leaking pink tip, your thighs clench together and your toes curl in your shoes. Ethan starts teasing the vein going up his length while he watches your face. Your mouth opens in a silent moan at the sight. “You like this, sweet girl? Seeing me touch myself while looking at you all bent over and desperate?”

“Yes, Ethan. Fuck, please, I need it.” You throw your head down onto your arms, unable to watch him any longer afraid you might cum just from seeing him.

“Of course.” He steps forward and starts rubbing his hard cock through your slit.

“Ethan, pl-“ you gasp and throw your head back when he suddenly pushes in about half way. He pulls back and pushes in slowly, going further with each stroke. Ethan’s hands grip the edge of the counter and his head falls forward. He stares intently where you two connect and lets out a quiet moan. The thought of his cock leaking pre-cum into your aching hole makes you clench around him.

“Shit. Oh fuck!” Ethan lets out a strained moan and his hand slides up your back and around your throat. The feeling of his hands on you makes you push back. He grins and squeezes the sides of your throat making you clench around him again. “Oh you do like that don’chu,” he leans forward so he’s pressed against your back and pushes all the way in, his tip touching your cervix, “gonna fill up this little hole while I squeeze your throat. You want that? Want me to cream your cunt while you get choked?” Your eyes roll back and you grind up against him at his words.

“Ethan, mmm please. Oh f…” your eyes start to water and your tongue goes limp in your mouth, “wanna be full.”

“Yeah oh, sweet girl.” He talks softly and starts fucking up into you again making sure to grind his tip right against your cervix. “I’m gonna fill you till it takes, baby.” You’re completely speechless, just moaning and whining completely at his mercy. He pulls you up against him and knocks your legs apart with his foot. His other hand coming up to slip a couple fingers passed your lips, which you immediately start sucking and licking on. “There you go, being such a good girl for me.” Ethan kisses the top of your head tenderly. You make a noise and he immediately takes his fingers out of your mouth to grip your face. “Hmm? What, sweetheart?”

“Wanna be a good girl. Jus’ for you.” The hand on your throat goes down so he can rub and toy with your clit. You moan and squirm against him at the stimulation. “You gonna cum, baby? Yeah, cum right on my cock, make a mess.” Your eyes roll back and fat tears roll down your cheeks to drop onto your chest.

“Ethan I-Ethan, mmm.” You start mumbling incoherently and he finally pushes you over. He slows his movements on you clit but keeps up his pace fucking you through your orgasm.

“Good girl, feel’ so good when you cum.” He pushes you back down on the table abruptly and puts his hands on your back keeping you there. “Take it.”

“Ethan, ‘m so sensitive, please.”

“I said take it.” You couldn’t help but just moan at the way he was talking to you. Ethan was always so sweet, you couldn’t have even imagined he could speak like that. “Oh you like that? You want me to get rough with you? Hmm?” He starts fucking into you harder, his tip bullying into your cervix. Your body just goes limp against the counter and he laughs softly. “Gonna cream this needy cunt. You want that? I know you do, baby, I can feel it.” One of his hands tangles up into your hair and pulls tentatively.

“Ethan.” You couldn’t say anything else, you couldn’t even think.

“Gonna knock you up, pretty girl. I’ll fuck you as much as it takes, till I get to see you all swollen with my child.” His voice starts getting shaky and high. He was watching the way your slick would string between you two everytime he pulled back. Suddenly his moans started to turn into whimpers and you could hear him suck air through his teeth. “Oh fuck…” Ethan throws his head back and pushes all the way into you, pressing his tip right against your cervix. Hot thick stripes of cum painted your walls. “There you go, good girl.” His head tilts back and he closes his eyes. He lets go of your hair and starts running his fingers along your back gently. All that could be heard was the heavy breaths that filled the air. He pulls out and you whine at the empty feeling. “You did so good.” He pulls you straight up against him and holds you. You can feel his cum start to drip and run down your thighs. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Feel good.” Your voice was quiet and weak.

“Yeah? I'm glad, pretty girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kisses your shoulder softly.

“Mmh, m’kay.” You close your eyes and lay your head against him.

“Let’s go.” He picks you up and starts carrying you to the bathroom to clean you off. “Think you’re gonna have to come around more often with a little one on the way.”

***

You were so glad you took this job.

— spoiled with sub ! seungmin 💭

🏷️ dom!reader, sub!seungmin, petname “puppy,” guilt kink (everyone’s fine), dacryphilia, very light angst.

punishing, rewarding, praising, and degrading. these things, to the average submissive, are entirely different ways to keep them going.

but punishments, rewards, praises, and degradation were all blurred lines to seungmin.

he was never bored of you. it’s only that he soaked up your treatment — and intentional mistreatment — no matter what he did. you’d pamper him and he’d eat it up, you’d spank him and he’d comply, and he always surrendered himself easily to you.

it’s just that he never broke to the point of tears and desperation.

“bad puppy.” you tapped his ass, threatening to spank — his cue to obey.

he sat up but your fingers remained. “good boy. want a treat?”

seungmin nodded with a smile.

but instead of spanking him, you pinched his ass.

seungmin yelped. “y/n! fuck! so…good!”

“that’s good to you?” you curled your fingers, pinching him harder.

he nodded and that was it.

your patience was running thin. you’ve had safety precautions beforehand and you told him how you wanted to ruin and destroy him.

“do you even want to be spoiled?”

“i-i’d rather be punished,” he smirked.

all you wanted was to take away until he can’t take anymore then watch him crumble afterwards.

so you stopped.

you stopped pinching, your face dropped to a neutral expression. a distance and a silence spawned in the room.

seungmin blinked, confused.

“wh-what?”

“i’m not punishing you.” you stood up, voice devoid of emotion.

“wait. n-no.”

“i’m not rewarding you either.”

“…did i do something wrong?”

you tapped your bracelet, a nonverbal sign that all of this was a part of the scene. “no, you didn’t.”

the gears in seungmin’s brain turned, going from genuine concern to a feeling he hadn’t felt before. it was…guilt, but not…really.

tears fell from his eyes. shaking from confusion and horniness, he crawled to you. he hugged your thighs, making you budge, shocking you since he’s exactly where you wanted him to be.

stripped away from all of his wants.

done, desperate, destroyed.

“no! please, i’ll do a-anything—y/n!” he begged.

why did that make his dick harder?

he humped your leg and hoped for more. he craved for you the way you craved this moment. he sobbed beneath you, tears running down his cheeks and thus your calves as he snuggled his face into them.

“poor puppy.” you grabbed ahold of his chin and lifted it. “anything is better than none at all?”

he whimpered and nodded. for once, a reward seemed exciting and a punishment finally felt punishing.

“now, what does puppy want for his treat?”

pathetic | s. changbin

w // bully(?)!reader x perv!changbin, slight mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!changbin

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a/n: reupload of an old work

“Look at you, so weak, I haven't even laid a hand on you and you're already scared” you condescendingly chuckled as you had Changbin cornered behind the school. “You’re so pitiful, asking me out as if I would ever want to be with someone like you, you wouldn’t know the first thing about pleasing someone like me” placing two fingers underneath his chin making him look at you “I bet you never even talked to a girl till now.” 

Small sniffles start coming from him, you take in his form, loving the way he is breaking under your touch, till your eyes fall onto his hard-on poking from behind his school trousers. “Look at this'' you said, slowly dragging your finger lightly across his clothed member, he subconsciously bucked his hips forward. “You perv, you're enjoying this aren't you?” you smirked.

“Please” he sighed 

“Please? What exactly are you asking from me? Want me to stop teasing you for being so pathetic?”

He slowly shook his head no

“That's what I thought, you really are enjoying this. You want me to touch you don’t you perv?”

He shook his head yes, quite quickly might you add

“Disgusting” you spat “Like I said you wouldn’t know the first thing about pleasing someone like me, you are clueless, feeble and perverted” Changbin moaned at your harsh words.

“But I suppose I could help you out” you smirked. His eyes shot up at you, a sense of relief swarming through his body. You began unbuckling his belt, pulling out his hard cock from his underwear, he moaned from the cold air coming in contact with his tip,

“Shhh'' you hush “I need you to be quiet or else I won't help you.” ''Sorry m-mommy” he apologized, stuttering out the title, hesitant on how you’d react “Perfect” you smiled and kissed his nose.

You began stroking him smoothly, his precum acting as a lubricant, “F-fuck” he stuttered out “Y-y/n” “shhh” you tried to make him stay quiet, he bit his lip, but you quickened your pace which only made him moan louder, you kissed him keeping him quiet by him moaning in your mouth. 

Getting carried away he began kissing your neck and starting to make marks across your esophagus, causing you to sigh out of pleasure. Your wrist keeping a good pace and thumb occasionally sliding over his tip, felt euphoric to him “Mmmh mommy, faster please”, you pulled your hand away making him detach from your neck and whimper displeased. You looked around seeing no one around and got on your knees, before he could ask any questions you took him in your mouth. 

“Ah fuck” he rolled his eyes back loving the way your mouth felt around his throbbing cock. 

Bobbing your head up and down feeling his member twitch, you could tell his climax was coming, you moaned continuously, overstimulating him and sending him over the edge. “Mommy!” he mewled, shooting his load down your throat, you bobbed your head slowly claiming him from his high, then standing and spitting out his cum, making him shudder at your dominant demeanor. 

“How pathetic, you couldn’t hold out for longer?” you patronized him “I’m s-sorry” he said, his mind still clouded from lust. 

“You owe me perv” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You didn’t think this was the last time did you? I didn’t get anything, except for your deviant marks” You said gesturing to the red and purple marks forming on your neck.

Him obviously still confused, you rolled your eyes, “text me perv, I know you have my number, we’ll discuss this later” you said walking away leaving him dazed, cock out, and anticipating the possibilities. 

☘"Want mommy's help"☘

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-warnings-smut, sub seungmin, mommy kink, nipple play, dry humping, innocent minnie😫

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"Seungmin?"

You thought he had been acting kinda strange lately, hes usually not the clingy type of person. Like how he had laid down on top of you and buried his face in your neck, nosing at your skin.

"You doing okay baby?" You rest a hand atop his head. Seungmin lightly shakes his head as you hear a quiet whimper come from his throat, further worrying you that something is wrong.

He starts placing little pecks all over your throat, slowly turning sloppier and needier as he moves to your collarbones.

You'd be lying if you said that it didn't feel good, especially because he never initiates physical contact, but you can't fully enjoy it thinking something is wrong.

You come out of your thoughts and let out a gasp as you feel Seungmin pawing at your chest through the thin tank top you were wearing. After a particularly sloppy kiss to your shoulder you feel his hands tugging at your top, trying to pull it up to have better access but you take his hands in yours.

"Min, whats gotten into you?"

He whines and pouts up at you with glossy eyes, barely keeping his tears at bay.

"Want mommy's help."

You rub a thumb over the back of his hand.

"And what do you need me to do?"

He furrows his brow and frowns at you, getting frustrated with your questions.

"Want this off." He tugs at your tank top once again and this time you let him pull it up, letting him do what he wants.

He pulls it up just enough to latch onto your breasts with his pouty lips, immediately suckling as he lets out a sigh of relief. Seeing him relax makes you feel better and you place your hand on his hair, slowly stroking as you watch his eyes close. You figured he was just stressed and wanted to feel some skin to skin contact at first. Thinking he would calm down in a few minutes and tell you what upset him but he seems to get restless again after a few minutes.

He lets out a frustrated whine, switching to the other nipple and licking it before latching on. You're about to question him again but you let out a yelp as you feel teeth against the sensitive bud.

"Seungmin!"

You scold him and look down to see tears spilling out of his eyes as he releases your nipple and buries his face into your hair.

"It still hurts!" He cries.

All anger towards him for biting you leaves as confusion hits.

"Seungmin, what-"

So focused on him mouthing at your boobs you never noticed the wet spot slowly forming at the front of his pants and rubbing onto your own shorts. You lean your head back against the pillows and let out a sigh.

"Min, let me help you okay? I think I can make it stop hurting." You hold his wet cheeks in your hands and give him a sweet smile.

"Try what you were doing earlier baby."

He sniffles but nods his head like an obedient puppy and starts palming your boobs again before latching onto one.

You move your hands to his hips and angle him so that he is lined up with your core, letting out a quiet gasp as you feel just how hard he is. Slowly, you guide him to rut against you, moaning at the friction against your clit. Seungmin lets out his own whine around your nipple as he sloppily ruts his hips against you.

It doesn't take more than 5 minutes for Seungmin to let out a high pitched moan as he finally orgasms, once again biting your nipple as the pleasure hits.

The random spark of pain sending you tumbling as well.

With the pain finally gone Seungmin quickly falls asleep, suckling on your chest as he dozes off.

You run a hand through his sweaty hair as you fondly look at the innocent puppy sleeping on your chest.

Can I request reader making sub Hyunjin cum through his pants with just nipple play 🫣

▪︎this is actually terrible I was so tired writing this

▪︎warnings : sub!hyunjin, cumming untouched, nipple play

Minors dni

You think he looks absolutely gorgeous like this. Sprawled out on your shared bed, shirt rolled up just enough to see his nipples.

you tell him if he's good maybe you'd fuck him afterwards.

"you're filthy hyunjin are you really gonna cum this quick?" you taunt while gliding your hand down his pecs.

"a-ah no.." he sighs as you lower your mouth back on his nipples, tugging at the other one.

You can feel him twitch from under you, a wet patch forming in his underwear as you toy with him.

"baby your twitching like crazy, you wanna cum?" Sucking and pinching his nipple Interchangeably.

"please?" he begs, hands trying to find something to grasp onto.

"I've been good I s-swear" letting out a needy moan before bucking his hips into the air.

"Is being good touching yourself while I'm on the phone?" you ask while leaving licks on his right nipple pinching the left.

silence.

"I asked a question didn't I?" You say before biting his nipple

"s-shit y/n please." whines spilling out of his mouth.

You start to mouth at his left nipple, leaving hickies all around the area.

"y/n, stop please." he grabs your neck but you remove his hands.

you gaze up at him before giving it a harsh tug.

"f-fuck I'm cumm-" letting out a string of whimpers and moans, arching up into your mouth. Moans dying down into soft pants.

"that's embarrassing jinnie, cumming from me playing with your nipples?" You fake pout grabbing onto his hips.

"I..." sighing as he looks down

"shh, it's okay. let me suck you off hm?

a/n: @lino-nyangi sent me into a brainrot about sucking on min’s sensitive tiddies and this was born

you don’t think there are many other places you’d rather be than settled on top of minho, straddling his lap while your head is pillowed on his chest. 

he’s just so warm, so sweet and soft and comforting even if he would pretend to bristle at the thought. the way he mumbles his thoughts out loud like he forgets you can hear him, talking about everything and absolutely nothing all at once. the way he’ll move his hand to rub at your shoulder or your back or your scalp every now and then, whenever the thought passes by. 

today though, something is different. you can’t seem to get comfortable, and you wriggle this way and that to find that happy place that you just can’t reach. it’s when you nuzzle your head a little harder into his chest than usual out of frustration that it happens. 

he whines, and when you look up at him he’s matching your surprise on his face like a mirror. your brow furrows as the cogs turn in your head rapidly; did you hit a bruise? are you too heavy on him? does he want you to leave?

but when he exhales, his body shuddering a little further into the mattress under him, you realize slowly that he’s not uncomfortable. you look down and see his nipple pebbling up under his shirt, right where your head was moments ago. he’s turned on. 

“oh,” you breathe out, bringing a finger up to trace around his other pec. he lets out another whine, high in the back of his throat, and when you meet his eyes they’re desperate and a little wild. “you never told me you were so sensitive here.”

instead of an answer he gives you a look, his hips jerking up a bit. 

“you never asked,” he says, voice right but drawn out like he’s trying to sound unaffected. his mistake. 

while one of your hands was circling feather-light touches around his right nipple, the other was sneaking to the bottom of his shirt, and you took the opportunity to slide it under to his left one and pinch it between your fingers. 

his reaction is instant. he throws his head back, a moan slipping from his parted lips from where his mouth parted open. you sooth it after, massaging his skin, and it pulls another whine from him. little pants are escaping him and a blush is rapidly traveling down his neck to his chest, and you swear he’s never looked more beautiful. 

“off,” you demand, tugging at his shirt a bit, and he sits up just enough to pull it off. the movement jostles you a bit in his lap, and you can feel his cock hardening under you. you have to resist the urge to grind down against him when he settles back into the pillows, hyper focused on this new discovery. 

his chest is bare, pretty pink hues splotched all over, and you can’t help but run your hands over the skin. your nails rake over his abdomen, leaving little red paintbrush strokes in their wake. he’s an open canvas, all yours to ruin beautifully. 

he squirms when you lean further down, your breath brushing over his nipples. you look up at him through your lashes, knowing what that does to him, and his eyes are pleasing as they look back. he looks one movement away from pleading you to continue, but you don’t want that. you don’t want him to ask for it, you want to take it. 

you take him in your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as you concentrate on your task. you leave your mouth open, sucking gently and rolling your tongue this way and that, listening to the sounds he’s making for you; small whines in the back of his throat, gasps of shock when you change trajectory. when you switch to his other side he just gets louder, more desperate. you always think he sounds lovely, but the song you’re strumming out of him right now is nothing short of perfection. 

you grind into him, his reactions rendering you unable to stop yourself, and he ruts up into you in little helpless motions. his hands move to either side of your head, warm and trembling as he tilts you just right against him. his eyes are hooded and dark as he looks down at you, nearly possessive, and it sends a shiver wracking down your spine.  

you move your hips more purposefully, the movements of your mouth never slowing even when you start to get tired. you decide to bring your teeth into the equation, lightly scraping them over the sensitive skin of his chest. you suck gently at the spot, blowing cool air over it before leaning back a bit to look at your work. a red splotch is left behind, lonely on the smooth planes of his chest, and that can’t do can it? so you repeat the motion, over and over until his chest is dotted in spots and he’s shaking so much you think he might cry.  

you give one last bite right to his nipple and his eyes roll back as he shudders violently under you. his muscles go completely taught for a moment before he goes boneless, melting into the mattress. he’s staring up at the ceiling with wide, glossy eyes and his breath is coming out in slow pants that shake you as you lay back over his chest. 

“did you come in your pants?” you ask, knowing the answer but wanting to tease him by making him admit it anyways. 

“no?” his voice is high, betraying him along with the tremors that are still shaking in his thighs.  

“so you don’t want me to help you clean up the mess you made down there?” you ask, quirking a brow up at him. his answering pout makes you giggle. 

“i didn’t say that.”

“You taste like candy, kitten.”

Summary: Hyunjin and Felix asked if you wanted to go shopping with them and to meet them at Hyunjin's apartment.

Word Count: ~2K

Warning: Kissing, grinding, dirty words, swearing, suggestive things

Comment: Came to me while I was at work today and just had to write it all down really quick. Feel free to comment or reblog! Love all feedback! ♥️

You hadn't seen your friends in a couple weeks due to their busy schedule, so you were super excited to get to go shopping and just wander with them.

When you arrived to 3Racha's, plus Hyunjin's, apartment, you knocked on the door nice and loud to make sure you were heard over whatever music or videos they had playing inside. You were answered with silence, so you gave it another try and yelled "Come on!" to hopefully gain someone's attention.

The door cracked open to a sleepy Quokka, who had not expected to see you. "Y/n! What a pleasant surprise, unlike my other one." As he waved you in and gave you a quick bear hug, you looked for what surprise he was talking about. Oh, Minho.

He was sitting on a chair in the living area scrolling his phone. He looked up, waved, and went right back to whatever had his attention. "Lovely seeing you too, Min." You scoffed at his dismissive attitude as you took off your shoes to walk further in.

"He wanted to get food, but I wasn't awake, so he threw a piece of meat on me from the fridge. Feel free to annoy him while I take a shower." The man walked away from you with nothing else spoken, so you sauntered over to the obscenely evil man to distract yourself.

“Where are the fashion twins?” You casually asked Minho while continued munching on the bag of candy he had sitting on his lap.

He didn’t even look up as he responded, “Still at the studio last I knew.”

“This early?”

“Yup. You know all of our sleep schedules are fucked up.” He replied, still not looking away from his phone.

You pulled out your own to kill time, but the sound of his hand rummaging through that plastic bag was so distracting.

Oh? They’re your favorite flavor of gummies. Would the Captain of Sarcasm and Master of the Tsundere share his goodies with you? It depends on his mood this morning, you decide, and give it a go.

“Could I have one?” You ask as sweetly as you could muster; hoping to win him over in any way possible.

Min places the treat he had just grabbed between his teeth to prevent him talking with his mouth full. One hand holding his phone still, his other reached into the baggie and dug for one for you. He pulled it by the bottom and flipped it.

As he shook it, he also shook his head and threw the empty bag at you. “Sorry doll,” he answered firmly without moving his teeth, “this is the last one. If you want it you’ll have to come grab it.” He smirked to the best of his abilities at your surprised expression.

Knowing the games this man plays, you didn’t wait before you were leaning over him in his relaxed position and face to face with him. As his expression morphed into shock at the bravery of your actions, you touched his nose with your own and picked the gummy out of your teeth.

“You should know by now that these are my favorite.” You munched on it happily, letting a quiet moan escape your lips, still a few inches from his face as you savored the taste, “Totally worth it.”

Before you could register anything, Minho had grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his own. You placed your hands on the back of the chair on either side to prevent yourself from falling into the man, but he wasn’t really thinking about that as he started moving your lips against yours.

Instinct kicked in and you were kissing him back. His mouth was already open and letting out heavy breaths and you both started swapping spit. His tongue stole some of the gummy off your tongue and you huffed at the action.

“Min!”

“You taste like candy, kitten.” He murmured as he licked his lips and swallowed the piece he had taken back.

“You think I do? You should taste yourself.”

He laughed quickly under his breath, “That sounds very dirty, babe. I’d rather taste you...” And he’s quickly pulling your torso to his own. You straddle his man-spreading thighs and rest your crotch on his own. The thin joggers you wore did little to hide the feeling of his jeans.

Next thing you knew, your pelvis was actively grinding down on him, wanting to feel how good you’re making him feel. He groans at the motions and takes your face back to his. The sloppy kisses are intensifying while both of your hands start to roam.

The friction is too good and you want nothing more than to take him right there and then. He’s always so hot and his perfect face was swoon worthy, but never did you think he would be interested in you as anything more than a friend. And who’s really to say that isn’t still the case. Friends with benefits can work, right?

Your mind won’t stop racing as you continue to let his crotch grow harder beneath you.

“We should go into Changbin’s room. He’s not home and I don’t thi-“

“MATE! You have got to be fucking kidding me!” You look being to see the men you were waiting for stood flabbergasted. Hyunjin’s jaw was basically on the floor and Felix had covered his eyes.

“This isn’t even your apartment, Minho-hyung! Why are you here making out with y/n on my favorite chair?!?” Hyunjin yelled as he walked over and pushed you off of him with so much flair you felt like he was reading a script.

You fell on your ass onto the floor and he regretted it immediately. He helped you up delicately and Felix was behind you to grab you by the other arm. The two irritated men looked at Minho and regretted it immediately.

You all saw the huge tent he was sporting. And, Min being the unphased and unashamed man he is, places his hands behind his shoulders and stretched proudly.

“Ahhh!” Hyunjin threw a couch pillow on his crotch, causing Minho to grunt in pain a little, “Please go do something about that! You are sick! Really, y/n?! You could do better!”

You giggled at their antics as you fixed up your appearance to head out with your friends. The men walked away from the scene in disgust, “Hey, y/n, I’m going to swap my shirt really quick and then we can head out. Minho, don’t you fucking move!”

Your phone buzzed and you checked it as you leaned against the kitchen counter, away from the man that had just made you so horny.

MinHoe🖕🏻: Meet me at my apartment tonight when you’re done with them and we can finish what we started.

Y/n: I don’t know Min…

MinHoe🖕🏻: What’s wrong, kitten? You scared?

Y/n: Of you? No way. Of any feelings I may develop? Hell yeah.

MinHoe🖕🏻: Well, come over and I’ll make you my best meal. We can talk about my intentions with you over a home date.

You felt a blush creep on your face and looked up at Minho, who was still sitting in that godforsaken chair, staring at you to interpret your expressions. Your face heated up more and you caught yourself biting your lip as you changed his name in your phone and responded.

Y/n: It better be some good ass food. Maybe get a little wine to loosen your words a little.

MyMin🫶🏻: I’ll get the wine, but I don’t need it to say what I’ve been feeling for a while now. I’m ready, babe.

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felix in amazon position . . I WANT HIM SO BAD

like he'd be so perfect for it, have you seen his thighs bro??? when i saw the thunderous mv i literally went feral omg . . and the whines and sobs he'd let out when you bounce on him 🙁🙁

he'd never think that changing positions could ruin him so much.

poor baby is utterly wrecked. choked sobs and whines and moans, hiccupy gasps as tears prick at his eyes. his hands needily reaching up to try to clutch at your body as you bounce on top of him, pawing at your chest with hearts in his glassy eyes.

it's a struggle to not let his eyes roll back in his head, it just feels so good. his mouth hangs open, practically inviting you to press your fingers against his tongue.

he can't even think properly with your thumb pushing down on his tongue, making him gag and drool. accompanied with your nails digging into his thigh, free hand gripping him hard enough to leave bruises shaped like your hands that he loves so much<3

he has such pretty thighs too, it would be a shame to leave them unmarked...

lee know is so cat coded like. he LOVES getting his tummy rubbed and his hair pet and just flops on you to sleep whenever he feels like it. will definitely try to sneak under the covers and cuddle after a fight because he really can't sleep without you 😣 and if you dont give him attention because youre busy or something he'll start whining about how he's going to die without cuddles

💭just cuddle me already

pairing: bf!minho x gn!reader

an: omg anon you're so right like ??? he tries to keep this cold façade but deep inside he's a little cutie who would die without his daily cuddles >< i decided to turn the fight part into a short drabble so enjoy ‹3

around midnight you heard the door to your bedroom open. at first, you didn't dare to turn around and look at minho, pretending to be asleep. but when you realised he was trying to sneak under the covers you sat up and raised an eyebrow at him. "what do you think you're doing?" you hissed and minho pouted. "ynnn… c'mon, let me sleep here, i'm going to die if i'll have to sleep alone," he whined. though your fight was rather stupid, you were still mad at him. you wanted to sleep this through and just talk with minho in the morning, but it seemed as if he had different plans. "no, i told you i wanna be alone," you responded, laying down again and covering yourself tightly with the blanket, trying to cut the conversation. but minho didn't stop, he laid down and placed his arm around your waist. you gently slapped his hand and attempted to remove it from your body. "go away, i'm still mad at you," you mumbled, trying to wiggle out of his embrace, but minho just tightened his grip. "there's no way out, yn. just cuddle me already," he hummed. you started to feel defenseless and eventually gave in. "okay, come here," you sighed and turned around to face him. you noticed a huge smirk on his face and rolled your eyes at the sight. minho didn't waste any time and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in content. you started running your fingers through his hair and you swore you could hear minho purr like a little kitten. even though the anger hadn't left you yet, you placed a gentle kiss on minho's temple and went to sleep with a soft smile on your face.

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needy bangchan who is super eager to please you but you tie him up 🫠🫠

oh absolutely,

Tie his hands behind his back 'nd tell him to make you cum using just his mouth😩😩 That you'll only let him touch you if he can manage to do it in under a certain amount of time. 

Channie‘ll just be so eager and desperate to please, he’ll be all messy with it too, drool and arousal running down his face as he laps at you, trying his very, very best to make you feel the best he possibly can.

Def the type to whimper and moan as he gives head as if he’s the one receiving the pleasure and not you-you call him a good boy and it’s all over

Or, or tie him to a chair or something and touch yourself, tease him, moan intentionally loud, tell him how good you can feel without him and make him watch. 

He’ll be sobbing, begging for you to let him touch you-for you to let him show you how good he can make you feel, show you how much of a good boy he can be for you🫠🫠

Just imagine how pretty he’d look with red ropes crossing over his skin, popping out against his complexion. A damn work of art.

He's so pussydrunk that he fucks you so fucking good that you're just too blissed out to even comprehend his praises. He babbles about how good you're to him, how you're taking him and how beautiful you are. Fuck, he just loves how your warmth is wrapped around him. It's so good, he loves being buried deep inside of you, feeling your warm gummy walls wrapped so tightly around him, practically milking him out. He's just in love, so in love. He loves everything about you, all the way to your tight n' warm cunt that flutters around him whenever the crown of his cock would kiss your womb with every thrust he made. Your sweet, sweet moans were music to his ears. He would die happily like this if he could.

—— AETHER, DILUC, albedo, zhongli, childe, xiao, THOMA, gorou, KAVEH, tighnari, cyno, dainsleif, baizhu, ITTO, KAZUHA, GEPARD, luocha, luka, dan heng, JING YUAN, sampo, welt

He's the one who makes you a dumb, babbling, cockdrunk for him. He has your face flushed into the pillows, tears forming in your eyes, cheeks flushed and drool coming from the corner of your lips. You were babbling incoherent words, but he found it cute that you were too overstimulated, too cockdrunk to even comprehend anything. It's not like he minded, afterall, that pretty little head of your don't need to think about anything except for his cock that continues to ram inside of you, mixed cum leaking out of your hole and staining his cock. Your walls were squeezing him so tightly while he gives another slap to your cheek, making you jolt forward a bit and yelp from the sensation of his slap. He's so mean, he would slap your ass to keep you awake, pull your hair, and leave bruises on your hips..but it's not like you minded anyway. Afterall m, you're his cute little cockdrunk slut <33

—— SCARAMOUCHE, abyss!aether, kaeya, AYATO, ALHAITHAM, dainsleif, HEIZOU, TIGHNARI, XIAO, cyno, DAN FENG, BLADE, jing yuan

Scara who ties and gags you up so you won't move as he shoves a vibrator into your hole, leaving you in his room to head to work while the vibrator was buzzing into at low intensity and when he came back, your legs were soaked and dripping with your juices— your eyes teary and face flushed. You weren't able to cum for the last few hours and you needed to orgasm so bad, but you can't even do anything while being like this. He soon takes out the vibrator that was all covered in your juices, and placed it aside— only for him to pull his cock out and push it inside of you. You've been waiting for so long, so relieved that Scara was nice enough to fuck you raw while you're becoming a dumb little mess under him and even after a few rounds, he wouldn't stop even if you were too dumb and overstimulated to even realize how many times you even came. You might have to decide a color on your wheel chair...

He'll eat you out in your sleep and wake you up just like that. Don't blame him, your pussy taste amazing and he's just pussydrunk off of it! He just loves when you squeeze your legs around his head and buck your hips to his tongue. He adores when you pull him closer to your sopping cunt. He'll lap and suck on your cunt until your overstimulated and can't even remember how many times you came. He'll fucking eat you out like a starved man who hasn't eaten in months and grind and thrust his hips onto the fucking mattress so he can also feel some friction. You just taste that good that he can't even pull away from your overstimulated pussy until his face is all covered in your sticky white cum all over his face :((

—— DILUC, Aether, Venti, CHILDE, Kazuha, GOROU, KAVEH, Tighnari, Wanderer, Cyno

WILD CARD.

Seungmin x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Seungmin got angry at you and it’s not because he lost a game to Lee Know. (2,1k words)

Minho tried to hold his waves of laughter as he showed his Uno cards at you.

You gasped because he got all the best cards. You looked at Seungmin, knowing that he’d lose this round again.

He shot you a glare, sensed the pity in your eyes.

Seungmin put out his cards when Minho burst out giggling as he pulled out the wild draw 4 cards one after another because there was no use for Seungmin to try. He leaned back against the couch and sighed in defeat.

Minho held his hands up at you, and you high-five him to congratulate him but caught both your hands in his, “What’s the result again?” He asked you, tangling his hands with yours.

Your eyes hovered to Seungmin, he was collecting the cards on the table.

“4:5 to Minho!” You answered.

Minho laughed that villainous laugh of him and finally let go of your hands, grabbed his glass of mango juice, and took a long swig.

You scooted over to Seungmin, couldn’t decide whether you should try to comfort him or just let him be, afraid that you would ruin his already sour mood. You settled on the latter.

“Don’t be mad, Seungmin! It’s just a game!” Minho said with a mocking tone before getting up from the floor.

“I’m going to bed,” he announced, took his phone from the table, “goodnight!” Minho gave you a ruffle on your hair and then went to his bedroom.

You were about to loop your arms around him until Seungmin suddenly took his jacket and put it on.

“Come on, I’m going to drive you home!” He said to you, there was a slight edge to his words.

You nodded at him and gathered your things from the coffee table.

It only took less than 15 minutes to get you to your place from his dorm, mainly because the traffic was slow towards the middle of the night.

Seungmin opened the car door for you like he usually does, maybe he wasn’t as mad as you think he was after all.

“I can’t stay long tonight,” he told you, locked the car as you made your way to the elevator.

“It’s okay,” you said to him, you guessed he was tired, and that contributed to this sour mood of his.

Seungmin was terribly quiet in the elevator, not that he’s the type to blabbering around, but sometimes he would randomly ask about your day or vice versa.

The elevator dinged as it arrived at your floor, your hand reached for his hand but Seungmin got out the second the elevator door slid open. Your heart sank, convinced that Seungmin was really mad at you.

He didn’t wait for you to enter your passcode to your place since he already knew it by heart, your steps getting heavier feeling more convinced that Seungmin was mad at you.

“Aren’t you going to come in?” He asked, holding the door open for you.

You quickly entered the house, stood there by the threshold, you braved yourself to confront him.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, your voice almost breaking at the end of your sentence.

Seungmin shot you a look then bent down to take off his shoes. He put his feet in the slippers he always wears around your place and walked inside, brushing past you.

You scoffed at his brashy attitude. You took off your shoes and kicked them to the side out of frustration, you followed him inside.

“Seungmin, what is wrong with you?” You asked him again because the silent treatment he gave you only irritated you more.

He just stood there in the middle of the room, took off his jacket then sat down on the sofa.

“Take off your clothes!” He said, his voice loud and firm.

He noticed the puzzled look on your face, he leaned forward with elbows resting on his knees.

“I said, take off your clothes!” he tried again, louder and resolute.

You sighed in exasperation but finally relented to whatever he was trying to do to you.

You took off your outerwear, then started unbuttoning your top one by one, Seungmin’s eyes didn’t leave you even for a second. You snapped open the button of your jeans and pulled it down and off your legs.

You stood there facing him, wearing nothing but the nude-colored undergarments. Your heart beating so fast you started to think you’re about to have a cardiac arrest.

Seungmin sighed before sitting down on the floor with his back against the sofa, he spread his legs open.

“Come here, sit down.” He patted the space between his legs.

You complied because it didn’t seem like he was going to tell you twice.

You walked over to him, sat down with your back leaned on his chest.

He took your hands and placed them under his arms, “Keep these hands here.” He commanded.

At this point, he wasn’t really asking you, you decided to just obey him.

“Bend your knees!”

You bent your knees as he told you.

Seungmin parted your legs with his hand, spreading them open next to his legs.

You turned your head to the side, stole a glance at Seungmin only for him to sharply exhaled cold air onto your bare shoulder.

He grabbed your chin and roughly kissed you on the mouth, his kiss was passionate and hungry like his life was depending on it.

He broke the kiss, left you breathless and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. With one hand reached your back, Seungmin unclasped your bra, you held up your hand to help him got rid of it and placed your hands back under his arms as he instructed you to.

You heard Seungmin scoffed behind you.

He placed his hand on your breast, fondling and kneading, rolling your bud between his thumb and index finger then tugged at it before pulled it away, which caused you to yelp in pain. He did the same to the other one, but this time he gave your breast a gentle slap, causing you to writhe in his hold.

“If it’s about earlier, I’m sorry, Seungmin!” You told him, as you panted.

“Who told you to speak?” He snapped, his eyes dark and wide. You shrank, feeling small now under his hold.

Seungmin moved his hand to your core now, slipped his hand under, and didn’t waste any second to start circling his fingers around your bundle of nerves.

You squirmed, feeling waves of pleasure getting into you. Without hesitating,

Seungmin slipped two fingers inside you, you gasped at the sudden penetration. He started pumping his fingers into you, he synced it with the thumb that circling your clit.

He knew his way around you, it didn’t take long for your high come closing in.

Your breath quickens, the knot in your stomach tightens, you were on the verge of your climax when Seungmin pulled out completely.

Your body shook at the orgasm denial, groaned onto his neck, “Seungmin,” you called breathlessly.

“You should have known what you did wrong now, huh?” He asked, pressed his mouth so close to your ear.

“I’m sorry, Seungmin,” you quickly apologized.

“For what?” He asked.

“For earlier, I’m sorry that you lost, I should have comforted you,” you told him, half panting.

He clicked his tongue together, “You think I’m mad over a stupid card game?”

Seungmin leaned forward to ripped down your underwear off your legs, “I’m going to give you more time to think over what you did wrong,” he said, parting your legs open and spread it open so he could palmed your cunt and without warning, jammed his digits back into you.

You cried out, he was knuckles deep inside you, his thumb on your clit again, syncing their movements.

Seungmin buried his head onto your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, your hand helplessly reaching for his head but he was quick to catch you by your wrist.

“You are not allowed to touch me.” He said to you, he brought your other hand to your chest then held both your hands there with a grip around your wrists.

You felt your high closing in again, and Seungmin noticed it too, he quickly pulled out of you again. You winced at being denied once again, your body slumped against his chest.

“Seungmin, please,” you pleaded with tears started pooling in your eyes.

“You know what you did wrong now?” He asked.

You swallowed air before you could answer, “Minho,” you paused to catch a breathe, “you’re mad because I was too close to Minho,”

Seungmin landed a slap on your cunt, sending your body jolted in its wake, you yelped, feeling a surge of pain rippled through your body.

“Why are you crying?” He asked in a mocking tone as a tear rolled down the corner of your eyes, “You were so happy with Minho earlier,” he added.

His hand began to go for another round on your cunt, he tapped your clit in rapid motion. Your body was already sensitive at this point, the slightest stimulation made you gasped and writhed.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,” you said, blubbering your words.

Seungmin shook his head, “I’m going to give you another lesson.”

He started fingering you again, your body stopped thrashing around due to exhaustion, sweat coated your body. Your body was heating, making your skin sweat, hot to the touch.

“Please, Seungmin, please,” was all you could manage to say to him, repeatedly, hoping he’d take a pity on you. It was hopeless though, your third high coming in yet he halted his movement just right when you were on edge.

Seungmin looked down on you with streaks of tears painted on your face.

“Not so happy now, huh?” He sneered, “why don’t you ask Minho for help?”

“Seungmin, please,” you said between your choked sobs.

“I’m getting sick of your pleads,” he said with a faint disgust in his words.

He brought his fingers that were inside your cunt a moment ago into your mouth, jammed it too deep into your mouth sending you gagging, when he pulled it out, you coughed with saliva dribbling down your mouth.

“You should’ve thought before you acted out like that,” Seungmin said, there was bitterness in his tone.

You coughed a few times before you could finally say a croaking apology, “I’m sorry,”

Seungmin looked down at you again, started taking pity on you as your body laying in limply before him, drained from overstimulation.

Sweat, tears, and saliva, your body struggled to keep awake. Seungmin let go of his grip on your wrists, sending your hands fell down to your sides. He scooped your body and hoisted it onto his lap, holding you in his care now.

Your tears seeped into the front of his shirt, “I’m sorry,” you said again, or it was your unconsciousness that said it.

“Shh….” he shushed you. He slowly got up from the floor then carrying you with his arms to your bedroom.

He lay you down gently on the bed. He got up to stripped off of all of his clothes then lay beside you on the bed. He hovered above you to removed strands of hair that stuck to your face, his thumb wiping down the tears from your eyes.

“My baby,” he cooed. He pressed kisses all over your face, tenderly as if he tried to make up for what he did to you.

“Baby,” he said with a sigh, peppering your neck with kisses.

“Seungmin,” you called out his name, your choked sobs replaced with low hiccups now, “I’m sorry,”

He shushed you again, “It’s okay, it’s alright now,” he convinced you, his thumb rubbing your cheeks.

“Seungmin,” you called out again.

“Yes, baby?” He replied.

“I still want you,” you told him almost pathetically.

He lowly chuckled against the side of your face, “okay,” he said in response.

Seungmin ran the tip of his dick along your slit, earning fresh juices from you.

Once he positioned himself at your entrance, he eased himself into you, you moaned at how good it feels to finally have him inside you.

You clenched around him the moment he bottomed out inside you, earned a few raw groans from him.

Seungmin lowered himself on top of you, laced his hand with yours at the side of your face. His kiss was so tender and careful as if you might break if he kissed you too hard.

He broke the kiss, leaving an inch between your lips,

“I love you,” he said against your lips, capturing you in a lingering kiss as he started thrusting into you at a painstakingly slow pace.

KNEE SOCKS.

Seungmin x reader. (mild smut, f)

Synopsis: Seungmin found you sleeping on his bed with knee socks on that intrigues him. (2,1k words)

“It will be done in a few minutes!” Seungmin said, letting go of your hand before he swiveled his chair back behind the desk, working on the group project that needed immediate editing.

He went back and forth between his laptop and phone since the deadline was this afternoon.

We planned on going to the movies today since it has been a while that the two of you going on a proper date.

You came early to his place with cups of coffee in your hands and some bakery goods, thinking you could have a peaceful breakfast together before going out for the day, found him stressed over a phone call instead.

“It’s okay, take your time.” You told him, giving him a reassuring smile. You turned on your heels and left him to focus on his project.

Your attention shifted to the unmade bed in the next room, it’s very unusual of Seungmin, remembering that he is a neat person.

Seungmin must have woken up and gone straight working on his project, not having time to make the bed.

You walked toward the bed, started tidying up the sheet, puffed the pillows, and folded the bedding. Once you finished, you sat at the corner of the bed, sighing and feeling satisfied.

You looked through the window at the cold frosty morning, the sun shines but not enough to beat the cold away, the softness and warmth of the duvet inviting you to lie down and snug.

You refused to give in to the temptation, looking at the way you were dressed nicely in a fluffy sweater and a skirt with knee-high socks on, but the thought just died down the second you climbed onto the bed, feeling the comfort of the bed under you.

“I’m just going to lay down for a bit.” You reminded yourself before you lay down on the bed.

You could barely keep your eyes open as you felt the warmth and comfort of Seungmin’s bed and his scent that clung on every inch of the fabric.

Seungmin was surprised to find you sleeping on his bed, curling up sideways like a cat napping under the ray of sun.

With your hands folded under your head and eyes closed, he couldn’t find you any cuter than this. He walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed then carefully removing strands of hair that covered your face to take a better look at you.

Rubbing his thumb over your cheek in lazy circles, he did it tenderly as if you might crack if he tapped on it.

He ran his hand down your shoulder, dipping down your waist and stopping at the curve of your hip, “So beautiful!” he murmured, his voice low, almost like a whisper.

Shifting his body so he could take in all of you with his eyes, scanning you from head to toe, something flickered in him when he saw your black knee-high socks and the back of your thighs peeking out under your skirt.

He was torn between slipping his hand under your skirt or tear down your knee socks and just by the thought alone is enough to excite him.

It feels wrong to him if he does it while you’re sleeping, mostly because it would be less exciting not seeing your reaction when he pulls your knee socks down your legs.

He holds that thought away for later, taking a sharp intake of breath to calm him down, and consoled himself by rubbing your calf.

You almost kicked the air when you felt something touching your leg, afraid that it might be bugs but found out it was just your boyfriend. You scoffed at your ridiculous thought.

He beamed with smiles the second he saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Hey, baby!“ He said, placed his hand on the small of your back.

"I fell asleep,” you croaked, “you’re done with your deadline?” You asked, slowly sitting up with your hands propped against the mattress, facing him.

He nodded, “Yes, we are free to do anything now,” he said, scrunching his nose at you.

He knows better that it gives you butterfly whenever he does that, and you know well enough that he did it on purpose.

“Anything?” You asked, head tipped to the side.

He looked down at your lap, “You dressed nicely!” shot you a sweet smile but one corner of his mouth curled slightly upward than the other.

He planned something on his mind, you have no other option but try to guess what was it, his hidden intention.

Placing a hand on his chest, you said, “Of course, I want to look good for you!”

You steered your hand to his neck and held him there.

Seungmin traced his hand down your side, down to your thigh, looking down at your lap again, he asked, “You even wear a skirt for me?”

You are not a big skirt wearer but Seungmin likes it when you dress cutely, you know he didn’t mean that you have to wear a skirt but it’s worth trying, on top of that, you want to impress him.

“You like it?” You asked as he pinching at the hem of your skirt.

“Hmm…” he hummed, tugging and slipped a finger into the elastic band of your knee-high socks.

“I like this more,” he said, snapped his head at you, eyes looking straight at you.

Is that why you found him rubbing your legs when you woke up? Your mind started to catch up with his. He likes seeing you in those knee socks covering your legs, you rubbed your legs together to test how it’s going to affect him.

“Glad you like it! I thought I looked silly in this.” You said, pressing your thighs together to tease him a little bit more.

His breath hitched, you finally caught up with him.

You let out a low chuckle, taking a fistful of his shirt with your hand to bring his face close to yours and lean in for a kiss.

His lips felt warm on you, he cupped your jaws with both hands, trying to kiss you deeper the moment you opened your mouth for him.

You kept your mouth open for him as he slipped his tongue inside, tasting you. Next thing you know, he was pressing down on you, sending both of you collapsing onto the mattress.

He sucked on your lower lip before pulling away, “You taste so good!” he said it with such coy as if his kiss didn’t send your mind spiraling out of control.

Your stomach knotted inside, feeling tingling inside.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, cold air from his exhales brushed your skin as he breathing you in, sending shivers down your spine.

His hand rested on the flat of your stomach, “You smell so good too!” He whispered into your ears, low and sultry.

He drew his head back from you, moving his hand down south to the hem of your skirt and slipping underneath.

You gasped as you felt his fingers dancing on your thigh.

“Want to know something?” He asked, so casually as if his hand wasn’t under your skirt, kneading the back of your thigh.

“Yeah?”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before giving you the answer.

“You look so beautiful when you sleep,” he said, added another peck on your flushed lips, “I almost couldn’t keep my hands off of you.”

He gave you a slippery kiss on the corner of your mouth, now that his hand palming your rear, finger teasing the edge of your underwear.

"And seeing you in this,” Eyeing down the knee socks, he continued,

“how can you be looking so innocent that makes me want to ruin you?”

You bit your lower lip, taking in everything he said to you, feeling even hotter and bothered as you processing what he said to you.

He kissed you down your neck, down to your clothed chest and stomach, he lingered there for a few seconds before lowered his lips on the skin just above the waistband of your skirt.

You looked at him with his head buried into your stomach with one hand under your skirt, palming the plump of your flesh.

He finally got up, sitting down beside you, and his hand that was still under your skirt moved to the front, tugging at the elastic band of your underwear.

He pulled it down in a painstakingly slow motion, lifted your hips to help him.

He whimpered the moment he saw the white lacey underwear wet with your arousal but that doesn’t stop him from pulling it down and off your legs. He let out a triumphant sigh now that the underwear have gone out of the way.

He pushed your skirt upward, revealing your exposed wetness for him, feeling his eyes bore onto your skin even before he touched you. His eyes widen, darken, licking his lips, he was practically salivating over you.

You could feel the blood rushing towards your core, the fact that you were fully clothed except for your drenched core made you felt hot and bothered.

Seungmin settled himself in between your legs, hovering over your sex, was thinking of so many things he could do to you and couldn’t decide what to do first, just like a kid at a candy shop.

He lowered his head, snaking his hand under your knees, began by kissing you on your pelvic bone.

You moaned from the feeling of his warm mouth on your skin so close to your tender mound. He then kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses closer and closer to your needy hole, you could feel his ragged breath against your wetness.

He lowered his head, gave a long lick along your slit then looked up to see you cried out from his doing.

He continued licking the tender flesh, you felt his slick, hot tongue sliding in and out of you, his finger rubbing your bundle nerves at the same time, earning loud moans from you.

You looked at Seungmin’s head, sinking between your legs. You shoved your hand in his hair, threading his smooth strands.

Getting even more sensitive by even the slightest of stimulation, you bucked your hips when he sucking in your juice, you tried not to pull his hair too hard.

Your moans grew louder, it seemed to encourage him more as he added more pressure on your clit, his tongue collecting your essence as the sound of his slurping could be heard echoing throughout his bedroom.

“Seungmin,” you called him.

He hummed into you in response.

“I’m so close.” You said, your voice breaking, feeling something building up inside of you and going to burst out of you at any second.

He hummed into you, understood what you were trying to say him. He picking up the pace, fingers, and tongue moving in sync, and you could feel your high closing in.

Your toes curling, legs shaking, it’s suddenly all too much putting you closer and closer to the edge. You cried out as your head tipped to the back, your eyes tightly shut, seeing stars and you screamed out his name repeatedly like a prayer.

Seungmin gave a few licks before pulling away completely, watching your core gushing with fresh juices.

You loosen your grip on Seungmin’s hair, flustered that you might have accidentally pulled his hair too hard, he perked his head up, looking at you, smiling with his mouth and chin glistening wet with your cum.

He couldn’t be hotter than this, you thought, he just ate you up and now he’s softly smiling and looking at you with such loving, all the while his head still hovering between your legs.

“Come here!” You ordered, pulling him by his shoulder. He crawled over to you.

Without any hesitation, you pulled him into a kiss, tasting your own essence in his mouth. He lets you clean it for him as you gently sucking on and around his mouth. He grabbed your wrist as he broke the kiss.

“Aren’t we going to the movies?” He asked with such coy as if he didn’t just go down on you a few minutes ago.

You hummed, thinking of how are you going to focus on a movie when your head is filled with images of Seungmin buried between your legs?

You groaned into his mouth, shaking your head no.

“The movies can wait.” You told him as you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him close to your body.

황현진 BOYFRIEND HYUNJIN WHO...

bf! hyunjin who likes to squish your face and take pictures of you, so he can blackmail you by threatening to send them to everyone unless you give him a kiss.

bf! hyunjin who spams your instagram comment section whenever you post. "woah do you have a bf?" "all mine 😘"

bf! hyunjin who likes to copy your outfits and act like they're all his ideas

bf! hyunjin who makes spotify playlists to romanticize every moment he spends with you, whether its a road trip compilation or a midnight baking mix

bf! hyunjin who likes to send you red roses when he's far from home and adds fancy little handwritten notes for you to find

bf! hyunjin who brags about you to his friends and feels more proud than jealous when other boys admire you.

bf! hyunjin who changes your lock screen to a selfie of him when you're not looking, so you'll have a constant reminder of him

bf! hyunjin who complains about you stealing his sweatshirts but secretly loves to see you in his clothing

bf! hyunjin who sends you real love letters written on paper, instead of just text messages or emails

bf! hyunjin who pulls you outside so you can slow dance in the pouring rain

bf! hyunjin who likes to sketch you in his notebook whenever you aren't looking; when you're cooking, sleeping, or tapping away on your computer

bf! hyunjin who lets you try out new hairstyles on him and loves to post selfies of him all dolled-up, even if he has sparkly pink bows in his hair

bf! hyunjin who buys your perfume and sprays it on his pillow when you're not with him and he misses you

bf! hyunjin who buys a ring only a few months into dating and hides it in his closet for when he thinks you're ready, because that's just how much he loves you.

everyone always writes about lino being the rough, unforgiving type in the relationship, but what about him being the soft, absolutely whipped for their lover type for a change? idk i just love to think of those soft, intimate moments with him, when he just wants to take things slow and be more gentle for once, in the way he touches you, the way he looks at you.

he wouldn't look at anyone else the way he's looking at you right now. his usually cold gaze feels warmer now, more kind, full of love, pure adoration for you. it's in moments like these when he realizes he's completely sure he doesn't have eyes for anyone else, he wouldn't love anyone else as much as he loves you, and you're everything he's ever wanted. he'll never show it too much, but he knows that you know. he knows that you know because of the way he's currently looking up at you with hearts in his eyes as you ride him, soft pants escaping his lips. he's got his arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe, warm, close to him because he can't get enough of the feeling of your soft skin against his. it feels good to let you take some control for once, at least for now.

you don't need words during moments like these, it's like your eyes say more than all the words in every language possible could ever say. he absolutely loves seeing you like this. your skin is already covered in a thin layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face—which he carefully reaches a hand up to brush away so he can have a better view—your bottom lip bitten raw, your chest rising and falling rapidly, rubbing against his as you move your body over him. this is it, he thinks. he really does love you.

love. it's not a word to be tossed around like it's nothing, which is why he never says it often, never even thinks about it. but with you, it's all he can think about. pure, unadulterated love. all for you. never for anyone else. that's why he let's loose, tossing his head back when he cums inside you, squeezing his eyes shut so he can focus on the feeling of you clenching around him as your release comes shortly after his. it takes a moment for him to come back to his senses, and when he opens his eyes to look up at you again, it's like you never want this moment to end. he just looks so pretty when his mouth is slightly agape, still panting a little, his big doe eyes glossed over, looking at you like you're the only one who exists to him—because if he's honest, in moments like these, it's true. everything else ceases to exist, and you're the only one who is, and ever will be, on his mind.

I’ve had this thought in my head for a while but I don’t really know how to put it to words, so I apologize if this doesn’t make any sense 😞🙏💔

Imagine Jisung on his knees under your desk, cockwarming you with his mouth as you’re on a call with Felix and Minho, playing some games with them on your computer. He’s fully naked, his hands balled up into fists as he resists the urge to touch his wet pussy. He’s pressing his thighs together so he’s able to get some kind of friction, but it’s just not enough for him.

Everytime you jump in your seat, your cock (real or fake, doesn’t matter) goes deeper in his throat, causing him to gag. Felix and Minho notices the sounds, and thought nothing of it at first, but as they continued hearing the gagging sounds coming from over on your end, they quickly understood what was happening.

They questioned you about those noises, and you didn’t bother to lie and cover it up. You told them what exactly you were making Han do. Han got wetter and wetter, knowing that Felix and Minho now knew what he was doing.

Felix and Minho couldn’t help but slowly get hard imagining Jisung under your desk and gagging on your cock. They wished that they were in your position, or maybe…in Han’s position.

You look down at Han. His eyes were brimmed with tears from the constant gagging, drool slipping past his pretty lips that’s wrapped so nicely around your cock, his plush thighs pressing up against each other. You tried to resist the urge to fuck him right then and there. And unfortunately (fortunately) you couldn’t resist it.

You pulled out of his mouth, his jaw was slack from his mouth being open for hours. You cupped his face with one hand, and he leaned into your touch, leaving sloppy kisses on the palm of your hand. With your other hand, you clicked around with your mouse, changing the screen on your computer. You scooted your chair back and pulled Han up off his knees. Before he could even react, you pulled him into a full nelson position, and shoved your cock into his wet pussy and started fucking up into him at such a rough and fast pace.

Han couldn’t think straight from the sudden pleasure, his loud moans instantly filled up the room. Once he did adjust though, he noticed your computer screen. On your computer screen, it was split up into three separate screens.

Fuck. He knew you were on a call, but not a video call.

On one screen, he saw Felix with his cock out, leaning back against his chair and stroking his cock slow and hard, enjoying the view. On another screen was Minho, also stroking his cock, but at a fast and rough pace. On the last screen, Han could see himself with his legs spread, his pussy out on full display as he gets absolutely railed by you. He got wetter as he watched Felix and Minho watching him get fucked, and even more wet watching himself get fucked.

His moans got more and more shameless. As much as he was blushing like crazy and embarrassed looking at your computer screen, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He loved how you knew exactly what spot to hit to make him scream, and how he loved watching his face contort in pleasure as you hit over and over.

It didn’t help with Felix’s and Minho’s words to him. Felix praising him for being such a good boy, telling him just how good he is for taking it all, asking him “who’s a good boy?” Minho on the other hand degraded him to no end, calling him a shameless whore, telling him that he’s so rude! for not thanking you for fucking a dirty slut like him.

Han thanked you over and over, praising and degrading himself in the process, thanking you for fucking into his filthy pussy, thanking you for fucking your good boy. The mix of praise and degradation from Felix and Minho made his head spin and made him closer to his orgasm. His moans got louder as he got closer. Felix and Minho sped up as they watched Jisung’s body writhe more and more. They moaned underneath their breaths, feeling themselves get closer and closer.

Without warning, Jisung squirted all over your keyboard and screen. His eyes were rolled back and his tongue lolled out, in complete bliss as he saw stars. He hadn’t realized what he’s done until he heard you asked him “Who the hell said you were allowed to cum? And all over my keyboard and computer too, you’re so filthy.”

Fuck.

You pulled him off of your cock and threw him onto the bed. You went over to your computer and said, “Come over if you want,” before leaving the call.

Holy shit this was longer than I expected but I know damn well Felix and Minho are rushing over to your house 🙈💕 gonna be filling up all of Han’s holes and passing him around like he’s just a toy for you guys to play with (but he doesn’t mind ofc, he’s loving every second of it <3)

this has been in my drafts literally forever bc i actually can't🥴, this is so hot, god😵‍💫😩

not only does it have hannie with a pussy but also LIXIE AND LEE KNOW😫😩

It didn’t help with Felix’s and Minho’s words to him. Felix praising him for being such a good boy, telling him just how good he is for taking it all, asking him “who’s a good boy?” Minho on the other hand degraded him to no end, calling him a shameless whore, telling him that he’s so rude! for not thanking you for fucking a dirty slut like him.

like jesus fuck-anon, you are going to be the actual death of me😮‍💨, i honestly don't know what else to say but i'm in absolute awe of your writing<3333

You know whats cool? Subby men

You know whats better? Yandere subby men

you know whats even better? Two yandere competitive subby men who are equally desperate for your attention that they have contests against eachother to prove to their mommy/mistress that they are so much better than the other and they deserve all your attention >:)

😦

idk why but i'm imagining hannie and hyunjin with this (maybe bc they're the most needy boys in my head😔)

them constantly trying to one up each other, trying to pick out the prettier lingerie, make themselves look better, tease you to the point where you'd fuck them but not punish them, trying to get with you while the other's out.

even going maliciously as far as to steal the other's phone and block your number, send your calls to voicemail. sabotaging the other with slashed tires so they'd miss their date with you, spill food or drinks on the other's clothing and ruin it.

though they'd never go as far as to hurt each other-they know that you'd be so sad and disappointed and they would hate that more than anything in the world

so in short, they'd be desperate and oh so pathetic in the fight for your attention.

seeing who can do the most romantic (?) gesture (in order to get railed by you)

hyunjin leaving out filthy little drawings he's made of just you and him, books with certain (naughty) pages dog-eared, little notes between paragraphs and sentences annotating as a way of describing the things he wants you to do to him, circling positions and highlighting sentences of dirty dialougue.

hannie leaving you small gifts in the form of sex toys and others of the type, he has enough money and is determined to spend it on buttplugs and cockrings, pretty outfits for either you or him to wear. pictures as well, of himself in compromising positions, urging you to go wherever he is to show him how much you appreciate them.

they delight in getting fucked when the other isn't-in fact they've agreed that they don't want to do shared scenes together entirely for that reason-begging you to take photos or videos of the entire lewd thing and send it to the other.

or even better, getting you to fuck them when the other is out and for them to walk in in the very middle:

hyunjin bent over the cold surface of the kitchen counter. having teased you with wearing absolutely nothing under his apron while making a romantic dinner for you and him to enjoy during date night (the food is burnt and pretty much inedible at this point but that doesn't matter bc he's getting his back blown out). it hadn't helped that he was playing his music, swaying along to the beat, singing along to the words as you sat at the kitchen table, fondly (and hornily) watching him before your patience finally snapped.

he's long gone, crying out your name and covered in evidence your love by the time hannie comes in after a long day of playing video games with felix and lee know, walking in on the entire scene:

hyunjin moaning so loud he could hear it from the front door. his hands gripping uselessly at the countertop while your fingers are threaded through his hair, pulling on it so hard his scalp burns but it's okay because he loves it. doing it all so you can lift his head up and whisper filth into his ear. thrusting into him so hard he swears he can see stars...and see when han walks in, giving him a triumphant smirk before you give an even harder thrust and his eyes roll back.

or,

coming home with a drunk and handsy han-you being equally drunk and handsy after a long night at the bar. he'd been teasing you all night long with a skirt and some thigh-highs, acting on his very best behaviour. that of course meaning that once he's had a single sip of any kind of drink his hands are never leaving your skin and his lips are even looser from the alcohol. he spends all night whispering (which isn't really whispering) dirty scenarios all night long, pleading with you to take him to the bathroom and use him-"quickly-so, so quickly mommy," he pants "jus-just in and out, i'll cum so fast for you, i'll be so so so so good~"

and god forbid that poor uber driver that took you home at the end of the night, having to listen to all of his drunken fantasies and sinful imagery (turns out he's pretty poetic when he's drunk).

coming in and disturbing hyunjin who sits on the couch reading his book by your body pressing han against the wall facing him, kissing and biting anywhere your lips can find purchase. the boy moaning loudly into your ear as his legs wrap around your hips, begging to have your cock/strap buried inside of him, telling you how much he needs to be filled up, he needs it so so so bad. and lastly, before you carry him over, disappearing into his room, han seeming to sober up just enough to smirk at hyunjin.

Nerdy changbin(changbin with those glasses yk what i mean). Changbin just begging for you to let him dominate you, “just for this one time, please?” Hes pussy drunk now. Repeatedly slamming his cock inside of you. Giving you no time to think. His harsh thrust drives you insane. “F..fuck baby” he said while having his warm hands around your waist. Hes so loud that the whole dorm hall can hear him. Hes moaning and whimpers, asking for you permission to let him cum. Once you finally gave him permission, he hasn’t stopped since then. Watching your belly get full of his cum makes him wanna breed your swollen cunt. The room is so hot and heavy that his glasses are getting foggy. Hes so obsessed with you that he can never get enough.

he follows you around , begging you. "baby , please , just this once." he pleads , you finally agree and he waste no energy , picking you up , taking you to his room.

he's rough , basically manhandling your poor body , putting you into different positions , fucking into you. "fu..fucking hell baby , look at that ass go." he holds your waist , abusing your cunt , grabbing your hands , holding it behind your back , you scream at the new angle he was hitting. "ch..changbin fuck!"

he his loud , grunting and moaning , you're both sure you'll be getting a noise compliant , but the way he's making you feel , you both don't give a fuck , the way you're making each other feel.

"you...you're so big." you moan , your brain fuzzy. "your pussy is taking me so well , squeezing my cock -fuck- im gonna cum , please can i cum inside you." he's begging you to let him breed you.

once he cums inside , it's like his mind goes dumb , instead of pulling out , he fucks his cum back in you , filling you up a few more times , small bulge in your stomach. "to..too much, i can't take any more." he's panting , his glasses all fogged up , as he's emptying another load into your abused pussy.

"just another one baby , just another load , i want to see it leaking out of you."

Chan and reader with a piss and daddy kink fucking you SO good so deep,,”thats it baby youre taking daddy’s cock so well” as he pulls out almost all the way, and in one swift motion filling you up.

“You’re clenching so hard around me baby, you’re gonna make me explode”

“More” you whine

“You want daddy to cum inside you baby?”

“Want more than that” you say in a hushed tone

His smirk paints his face he knows exactly what you want.

“You want to feel my warm piss baby filling you up don’t you?”

“Yes daddy please I need it”

So he thrusts a couple more times before his lips make a beautiful O and his brows crease. “Baby I’m gonna let go in this pretty little cunt” and with that he’s pulling his cock halfway out thrusting back in while piss splashed out of you. “Oh god daddy it feels so good,,,I think I’m gonna…oh my god daddy I’m cumming” and with a shaking orgasm you squirt all over him, mixing your fluids together. As he filled you up with piss now he can’t hold in the cum that’s begging to be released. “Oh fuck what a dirty girl you got daddy all wet, you wanted my piss that bad?” You nod. “Daddy need your cum too” you whine.

And with that he can’t hold back anymore, spreading his warm cum deep inside your messy cunt. 🫠

The piss kink agenda is turning my anons into WRITERS and dropping MASTERPIECES LIKE THIS IN MY ASKS FOR FREE. Thank u gods for piss kink because THIS. MMMM MMMM MMMMMMM SOMEOME WRITE THIS RIGHT NOOOOOW

Dirty Bunny • lmh

PAIRINGS: lee know x fem!reader

GENRE: mature (smut) 18+

CONTENT WARNINGS: sex (quick, act surprised!), piss play, watersports, consensual video recording, p in v, creampies, degradation, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, pain play (pussy slapping), mean dom!minho, sub!reader, just really filthy smutty writing.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

A/N: ... very self indulgent, enjoy.....

MDNI ‼️

"M-Minho... I-I can't," you pitifully say, physically shuddering as your body warns you for the nth time that you needed to pee, the urge coming at you like a wave that washes all over your body. You wanted to relieve yourself so bad you feel like your bladder is about to burst, but Minho doesn't let you. Well... at least not yet.

He wanted to see how long you can last, how long until he can turn you into a sobbing and whining mess. He wanted to see you beg and break, loves how glossy your eyes get when you look at him, loves how fuckable you'd always look.

Clad with nothing but a flimsy tank top and some grey shorts with no panties (as per Minho's request), he has you seated in the bed, legs spread open as your back leans against his sturdy chest with his phone recording the two of you from a distance, properly propped on a tripod he bought specifically for moments like this.

"Try holding it in just a little bit longer, bun," he says against your ear, chin propped up on your shoulder just to get a view of your clothed pussy from behind, his own legs keeping your own open. "Min, I-I really can't anymore— fuck, c-can't hold it in anymore, I really can't!" He hears the desperation in your voice, high-pitched and whiny, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you try your best to hold it in. "P-please, Minnie. I can't— I feel like I'm gonna burst."

He already sees the dark patch on the crotch area of your shorts already growing by the second, your hips moving like crazy as you try to stop the flow. Minho only grows only harder at the sight.

"Dirty bunny, you really want to make a mess?" he says, sneaking a hand right around your waist only to slap your clothed cunt, making you cry out. "Your slutty little shorts are already sticking to your pussy, bun. Look at this," he says, cupping your heat over the fabric before pressing his fingers against the wet patch. "Your greedy little cunt just always wants to have it her way, huh?" You whine at his words, now watching the way his fingers trace the outline of your cunt before he taps at your aching clit, almost making you scream. "Minho— fuck! S-stop, oh my god, I-I might pee, please!"

You were sensitive, everything feels sensitive at this point. You fear that if Minho were to keep on messing with you like this, you might not be able to hold it in any longer.

"You're in no place to tell me to stop, little one," he replies sternly, giving your clit a harsh flick before putting his hand inside your shorts to finally touch your bare cunt. "You're already leaking, bun. Are you not embarrassed? Didn't I train you enough?" He shows no mercy in touching you down there, his fingers dragging over your slit before circling your clit. It had you moaning, hips lifting from the bed with your head thrown over his shoulder as you try to hold yourself back, cursing with reckless abandon and chanting his name like a prayer.

"You're so fucking filthy, bunny. Maybe I should start potty training you again."

"N-no, I'm good— I'll be good, I promise! I can h-hold it in just- just please stop— ah!— stop touching me there, please!"

He doesn't listen, opting to just watch everything unfold, a smile plastered on that sculpted face of his which proves that he truly is a menace.

You were at your limit, body writhing against him as you poorly warn him, no longer able to hold your bladder. "F-fuck, Minho, fuck— i-it's coming, I-I can't— can't hold it in any longer—"

Warm stream of piss leaves your body as he continues stimulating your clit, making an absolute mess on his hand and your shorts that are definitely getting wet. Tears spill from your eyes as you repeat the words "I'm sorry" over and over again as you felt the relief from finally, finally being able to pee, the pleasure from Minho's fingers, and the embarrassment from not being able to hold it in, all at once.

"Dumb little slut. Didn't I tell you to hold it in?"

Suddenly, he flips you over, pushing you down until you were chest down with your ass up. Your soiled shorts immediately gets removed and thrown away somewhere in the room with a wet splat before Minho (who was already naked the moment he started filming) starts to line up against your hole.

Using the piss that was still leaking from you as lubricant, he manages to push right in with no struggle, your warm walls wrapping around his cock.

"You really like pissing yourself that much, bun?" He asks, his thrusts quick and rough, making you crossed eyed from the pleasure you feel in your sensitive pussy. "You like being my piss bunny? Is that what you want? Is that what you are?"

"P-piss bun— bunny, yes" you slur out hands scrambling to grab unto the sheets to ground yourself. You were already so high strung, you can already feel your orgasm creeping near, dangerously building up.

Everything about this was just so filthy. You feel wet all over, even your tank top got dirtied too, the damp fabric now bunched around your chest as Minho's hands found its way to grope your tits and play with your nipples, making you scream and clench around him.

"You love being my filthy bunny, don't you? Always so so good to me, letting me do whatever I wanna do to you. Would you let me piss on you too? Let me mark you? Your body? Perhaps you'd let me piss inside you too, love. Make you my personal toilet, how does that sound, hm?"

His words was enough to send you into a spiral, pussy clenching around his dick so hard as you squirted, your body convulsing through your orgasm as you cum with a broken moan.

"That's it, bun. Cum for me just like that— god. If only they knew how a good girl like you could be such a dirty piss bunny— oh shit, fuck!"

Minho doesn't stop fucking you until you've been milked through your high, following suit soon after as he cums inside of you, his body hunched over yours in a mating press, heavy balls pulsing with every spurt of his seed.

He thinks that this is probably the best video the two of you have ever filmed.