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1 year ago

𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾

༉‧₊˚✧𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑

𖥟 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀- 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅!𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝗅𝗂𝗑

𖥟 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌- 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗃𝗈𝖻( 𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼),, 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗑 (𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗀),,, 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗑<𝟥,𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀,, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗑(𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖻𝗁), 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀<𝟥

𖥟 𝖺/𝗇-!!! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊!!!𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗀,,, 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 (𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗋𝗋𝗒)

later that night felix was visibly tense most of the night. you had all had a pretty boring day as you all just stayed inside so when you guys got ready for the sleepover that night you asked felix if you could sleep with him in his room.

the two of your received looks from the other but you and lix didn’t mind. you knew you both wanted each other. and from his reaction when you asked you knew what was going to happen. or maybe you didn’t?

you had an idea. as soon as you two got into his bed room the two of you gave each other that look. the next thing you knew he was laying on his bed as you made out with him. felix was so responsive to you. his lips didn’t want to leave yours.

he felt like he was going to explode. just from your lips he was already so needy for you. he honestly thinks that if you two went at this for awhile he would cum in his shorts. he felt so good when you pulled at his hair as you kissed him. you receiving the cutest whimpers and whines from felix.

he didn’t realize how low the sounds were until they were leaving his mouth. you thought he sounded so cute but then your remembered the other boys in the house.

“you gotta be quiet lix.” you rubbed his thigh softly as you looked at him seductively. felix bit back a moan as you touched his thighs.

“i’m- trying.” he felt like he’s living his wet dream. you touching him like this? oh he could die.

“can- can you touch me? p-please?” his voice fell softer as you nodded at him.

“lix have you thought about this before?” he didn’t want to say his answer. he’s thought about this way too fucking much. he has dreamed of this but he can’t say that.

“n-not really.” he mumbles as his eyes can’t meet your anymore. he wasn’t a really good liar.

“not really? but you can’t look me in this eye? i think you’ve thought about it a lot.” you whisper to him as you unzip his jeans slowly. felix just shakes his head at your words. he can’t admit it and he won’t.

“you know lixie- i think you’re so cute.” you pull his jeans down with his help leaving him with his jeans looked at the ends of his ankles as he sits in his tank top and boxers. felix’s face is flushed red. he looks so soft right now. you want to kiss him again.

“kiss me please .” felix starts getting a little more bold and more needy. he doesn’t want to wait to feel you touch him. he needs you more than anything. you pull him into a deep kiss as you palm him through his boxers. felix had gotten so hard just from kissing you.

you pull his cock out of his boxers which caught felix off guard. he was a little nervous about being so close to you like this but he doesn’t regret it at all. he just doesn’t want to scare you or something.

“fuck-“ felix was so loud. it had you squeezing your thighs together hard. his mouth didn’t stop the moment you started touching him like this. he was so whiny. you had to cover his mouth from how loud he was getting.

“yeah- please oh my fuck-“ felix started to move his hips to go along with your hand. he didn’t care how needy he looked it felt too good.

“lixie- quiet.” your hand sped up as you leaned in to kiss him. he got louder so you shut him up a little.

“c-can’t- can i cum? please-“ you could tell he was trying to be quiet but his pleasure was taking over. he felt so good.

“are you gonna cum for me lix?” you asked him with a smirk as his head nodded.

“yeah- gonna cum all for you.” felix’s thighs shook a little as you felt him cum on your hand. he came so much for you. he felt like he had never orgasmed that good before. of course it’s because it’s you. you are in awe as you watch felix catch his breath. he quickly comes back to reality as he dresses himself again.

“do- you think they heard anything?” felix asks as you guys lay down on his bed.

“hmm- yeah lix.” you say as you cuddle him. felix was quick to turn bright red.

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1 year ago

— honey, changbin.

🏷️ sub!changbin, dom!gn!reader, dry humping, he’s delirious

 Honey, Changbin.

the room feels hotter than it is. the friction between his thighs slotted between yours, his palms planted on your own with fingers intertwined, the sweat rolling down your still-clothed bodies; it’s all much. changbin continues to rock his hips closer and closer to your crotch, desperation showering over him.

“my honey,” you say. you kiss him as he moans.

for whatever reason, changbin melts at that term of endearment. he’s your honey, as sweet as can be. he’s a bear and a bee, soft and fuzzy and warm, but you make him feel like a bruin and a wasp under your fiery touch.

you tighten your grasp on his hands, caging his strong yet pudgy fingers in yours. you lean into his ear and whisper quiet moans, teasing him as he desperately ruts harder and harder onto you.

the fabric between your parts and his is incredibly annoying, frustrating changbin to the point that he could rip it all off to love you better — but he doesn’t. he could, but he also can’t, restrained by nothing but his own weakness. he just can’t do any of that when you’re right there.

it’s interesting how you soothe him and drive him crazy at the same time. depriving him of his needs while giving him more for his emotions to feast on. his mind is mush, spiraling in nothing but thoughts of loving you, wanting you, obsessing over you.

before he knows it, he’s drooling into the crook of your neck. it somehow isn’t gross when he looks so out of it, eyes glassy and distant, lips dripping and pouty.

“honey,” you call, the name sliding out of your mouth with a velvety tone. “honey, you’re doing good.”

“want you,” he begs, “need you.”

“my honey has to be patient,” you coo. your sly hands slip out of his fingers and find both his cheek and his hip.

changbin sips a bit of his drool back but your thumb prods his mouth agape. he shivers at your gesture, but it worsens into a full-body jerk when you force him to meet eyes with you. the other hand sinks deep into his body, pain and pleasure pulsing through his thick denim jeans. he’ll never know how you manage to do this.

“please…” he’s whining at this point, eyebrows lifted upwards while his skin flushes under your touch. “i-i need you so bad…been craving you, honey…”

you won’t admit, but you love being his honey too.

unfortunately for him, you’re spicy flavored with a dense texture that he’ll have to fight the combs for.

“what about patience, hmm? can’t you wait to be touched?”

he lets out a whimper akin to that of a panicked bunny. it’s not a good noise, but god, the guilty pleasure of relishing in it overrides your system as you spank his hip and asscheek. seems you’re impatient too, but he catches none of it and whimpers louder instead.

he starts drooling again while nuzzling his face into your palm. his lower body movements start jittering, the slow and whole thrusts turning into impossibly more desperate flicks of his hips up and down. changbin’s cock strains painfully against his pants, the tent of his length only bulging out more and more.

it must hurt, but you don’t stop teasing.

“how about we cum like this? just like this? then i’ll let you touch me?”

he replies immediately with shut eyes, nodding his head down, along with a desperate string of “please, please, please!” and you’ll never forget how his body tenses to the point it almost collapses on you.

quivering yourself, you guide his hips with your hand snaked over his plump ass to keep thrusting against you. you can’t deny how your body reacts as well, rocking your own lower half to match the pace you set. changbin’s head falls to your shoulder, prompting you to hug his upper body by the shoulder blades to support the poor boy.

“oh, honey,” you moan. maybe the pleasure spike leaves you fighting desperation as well, but the shakiness in your voice sends changbin’s mind ablaze.

he starts moaning your name like an uncontrollable barking dog. he growls but also mewls, rutting his crotch so close to yours that he could almost feel your heat under all the thick fabric setting you both apart.

changbin’s eyes are crystals with the way his tears coat them. he pulls his head back to crash his lips against yours in an attempt to mute himself. it doesn’t work as he moans “honey, honey, honey” all into your mouth. the hot breaths give you both goosebumps.

closing in on a climax, you feel him weakening in your arms; you figure to continue thrusting yourself onto him as your legs cage him by the hips again.

your minds are hazy, but his is clouded in a horny fog. he loves you, loves you to the point that you’re the only one he thinks about. you’re his but he is entirely yours. he doesn’t mind being toyed with as long as you were playing with him, but best of all, he loves you because you play fair with him. you always do, and he loves that you love him.

even if the clothes feel so fucking unfair right now.

and changbin’s desperation turns into something worse. he loves you, so much that he wants to get fucked by you. he loves you and he wants to see the most breathtaking body that he’s always loved. he loves you and your name is now a mantra in his head. he loves you and his cock burns so much with need that he could simply throw his shirt away and rip his pants with an unbridled strength, but again, he can’t.

a loud whine escapes his throat as he stills in place, ass clenching as he feels an uncomfortable fire beneath his skin. he’s about to cum, but he’s never literally finished like this, hovering over you, about to dirty his own pants.

but for a split second, you meet eyes, and you look at him so sweetly that he stops holding back.

he finishes while hugging you, only to feel your orgasm wash over him as well.

a beat of silence passes. the only noises that full the air are heavy breaths and panting between you two. the embrace you share is warm, so incredibly warm.

but changbin’s still hard. you’re still energized.

you push him off your body with a strength you never knew you had, rolling him over and pinning him down onto the mattress.

lips smack, hands hold each other again, only to reach desperately for your own shirt until it’s lifted swiftly off your sweating body.

you unbutton his jeans with a single feral snap, sliding his zipper down a split second later.

you’re craving the sweetness. maybe you’re the impatient one.

“good boy. now let me pamper my honey.”


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1 year ago

KIM MINGYU WHO HAS A HIGH PRAISE KINK LIKE HE LIKES BEING CALLED A GOOD BOY IN BED CANT CHANGE MY MIND

but like also praise-degrading? Like praising how good he's doing and then ending with something like my filthy manwhore or needy slut(/bastard?) you get my point right like he's soooooo into it

KIM MINGYU WHO HAS A HIGH PRAISE KINK LIKE HE LIKES BEING CALLED A GOOD BOY IN BED CANT CHANGE MY MIND

“doing such a great job, pup—” panting, you stroke his cheek as he hovers over you, hazy eyes looking up at him and his furrowed eyebrows, at his hair spiking in all directions and his gaze locked on your face, eagerly waiting to be praised again as he pushes inside of your sloppy core over and over just how he knows you love it, making sure to brush over your gummy spot as he puts pressure on your thighs to keep them closed. his cock throbs when you nail at his bicep and whimper, “s-so good–”

you can practically see his imaginary tail wag at your words, and you would've chuckled if not for him starting to ferociously pound his wet, heavy length inside of you with a deep set of groans, the feeling of his cock stretching your tight, leaking warmth making you cry out his name. squeezing at his slippery bicep, your eyes roll back when mingyu dips his head down to take a mouthful of your tit, tongue lapping at your hard nipple, your cunt spasming around him at his roughness of everything, “fuck... there! yes-- such a good boy for me, gyu-”

and apparently, you whining how good of a job he's doing is enough to make him release his load in you again, filling you up to the brim, fucking himself through his high and towards overstimulation, whimpering how heavenly you feel around him as his cock throbs and twitches inside you. and when any other man by now would've flopped down exhausted, mingyu still goes strong, instead wrapping his arms around you as his hips keep snapping against the back of your thighs, his eyes shut closed due to the overwhelming pleasure making him shiver.

“n, no!” he protests when you try to get him off of you so he can stop overstimulating himself, and you chuckle at that, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he hugs you tighter, pressing wet kisses all over your shoulders and collarbones.

bruising your skin with hickies and bites, you sigh when he lets some of his weight on you. it makes you coo at him. you can feel how tired he is by his cracked voice and soft trembles, but with the way his cock keeps drilling inside of your sloppy warmth as his big frame covers you, with the way he hugs you tighter when you whine in his ear how good he's making you feel, you can't help but harshly tug at his hair and moan out, “needy slut so whipped for this pussy, hm? can never get enough— ah, right?”

the startled look on his face followed by furious nods and even more desperate thrusts make the grip on his dark locs (and cock) tighten to the point he soon fills you up with his warm, sticky arousal. his fingers dip between your thighs as he starts playing with your nub, forehead damp with sweat and dick jumping in overstimulation through his shallow thrusts.

“such a manwhore,” your eyes roll back in pleasure when he pulls out of you to spread your legs to your sides, settling between them before scrambling to slip back inside your abused core as you see the first lights of dawn creep into your bedroom. he groans as he does so, as if he hasn't been fucking you for hours, “can't get a fucking second without getting your dick wet, can you, pup?”

he doesn't respond, but his cheeks flush in an instant, and he whines before latching his lips to your mound and abusing your cunt for some more.


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1 year ago

thinking about how there isn't enough on virgin!minho

like things get a little handsy and then you learn how sensitive he is... idk i just love subby whiny min but i haven't seen any inexperienced/virgin minho around :/

Made of Glass

Thinking About How There Isn't Enough On Virgin!minho
Thinking About How There Isn't Enough On Virgin!minho

pairing: lee minho x reader

warnings: dom afab reader (no pronouns are mentioned, reader does have a hole but i don't think anything else - besides minho referring to the reader as a goddess once), sub virgin minho, lots of build-up, little bit of a handjob, grinding on his bare dick, penetrative sex ( r receiving, haven't written it in a long time so don't get mad if it's shit😻), fluffy build up (they're in love your honour), he says he hates you a lot (but he doesn't mean it cause we love subby tsundere boys)

word count: erm...about 4.6k

-- MINORS BEGONE --

Thinking About How There Isn't Enough On Virgin!minho

Minho wasn't ashamed of the fact that he was a virgin.

Untouched and "pure", undirtied by the hands of another some might even say. Specifically you, teasing him with light kisses and gentle touches.

And sure, he'd gotten to 2nd base in a high school relationship and older drunken mishaps but never anything more. Never as so far as to...feel certain things from another person.

Or from himself for that matter.

But no, wasn't ashamed that he was a virgin but he was maybe, perhaps, just a little bit embarrassed.

And he had absolutely zero idea how to breach the topic with you much less approach it.

You, who knew he was a virgin. Always so patient and careful with him.

Obviously, it should be expected that in the heat of the moment you stop when he freezes up or slows when he tenses up. But none of his previous partners had ever treated him so nicely, without getting angry or miffed off after at the very least.

They hadn't kissed his cheeks gently with a smile and conceded into a cuddle after it happened several times. They hadn't wrapped him up in their arms and turned on a movie, or delicately asked to talk about it after the fact.

You did though.

With no questions and no pressuring and no guilt-tripping. No anger.

He loved it. He loved you...as long as that had taken for him to come to terms with, with you and with himself.

He loved you.

And he was ready.

To...to, yeah.

And what better way than to just come out and say it? But that's embarrassing.

"I think I wanna...you know."

"Darling, sorry, can you speak up?" You looked up at him, yawning and setting your phone down on the coffee table.

He flushed and turned away, "um..." and he could feel every ounce of confidence in his body drain out of him like that.

Under your eyes, like this, you so attentive to listen to him. So nice, giving him your whole attention like he was the only thing that mattered.

You patted the couch next to you and he had no choice to sit down, falling into your arms like he was the missing piece to your puzzle.

He was quick to nuzzle his face into your throat, hiding against you. You just made him so nervous. Why did you make him so nervous still? After dating for this long, you shouldn't make him feel this way still.

Fluttery and gooey and nervous.

He'd say he hated it. The way you made his heart flutter...as sappy and love-drunk as that sounded.

He'd say he hated it when your hand cupped his cheek, turning him back to you. But he didn't hate it. Not one bit.

"I love you."

A grin split across your face, lighting up in that way you always did when he said those three words. No matter how many times he's said it, it would still drive you crazy like it was the first.

You giggled and kissed the tip of his nose gently. "Say it again for me darling? Just one more time, please?"

Now you were teasing him. But you couldn't help it. You loved teasing him so much. Loved fluttering kisses over his face and hearing him say those words again and again and again.

You didn't think you could ever get sick of it.

"Fuck you," He groaned but his tone with filled with anything but malice, making you laugh; letting him bury his head into your neck. "Fuck you for being so..."

"So what?" You challenged. "Hmm?"

His voice was muffled against your skin, barely legible, "So...insufferable." But he must like suffering then. "And intolerable." And he must have built up some tolerability, maybe because he was around you so much, indulging in you far too often.

You pulled his body against yours, leaning back to slot his body onto yours.

He was too eager to follow your lead.

To let himself be maneuvered so his hips were pressed against yours and your chest was aligned with his, so softly you moved him, so carefully you treated him.

He could feel your heart beating in time with his, fluttering and quick. He loved the feeling like he loved everything about you.

Fuck you for making him feel like this.

For the butterflies in his stomach. And the flush on his cheeks. And the hard-on between you and him, wishing desperately you wouldn't notice.

But of course you would.

You pulled his face from your neck, hands holding either side of his face, keeping him in place - like he'd want to be anywhere else.

"So I'm insufferable and you're...what?" Your lips pouted and he felt the overwhelming need to kiss them. To kiss you. Hard and fast and the way he needed.

He pretended to think but was only sidetracked by the feeling of your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, tracing his lips and following down to his jawline.

"Mmm, I'm...handsome. And, uh," he let out an embarrassing breathy sigh when you lean in, kissing the corner of his mouth so softly he wouldn't be sure it was there if he hadn't watched you.

"And...?" You prompted, smiling coyly. You knew the effect you had on him.

You peppered kisses over his face, following where you'd touched him with your fingers seconds before. You nipped at his cheek and pulled away before he could properly reply.

"...pretty?" Though the words came out more as a question than anything else. "I mean-"

A giggle escaped your lips, "Hell yeah you are," you brush your nose against his, looking at him in a way so scarily intimate he has to look away first.

"Pretty..." you mutter, sighing. "Y'know, I think I can accept being insufferable and intolerable if you can accept being pretty," you whisper, guiding him back to you with a delicate kiss, finally to his lips. "And handsome," you murmur, smiling against him as he deepens the kiss, hands grasping at the fabric of your shirt.

You pull away with a small teasing smirk, "And beautiful, and gorgeous, and stunnin-mmph!"

His hands fist the fabric, pulling you in before you can continue with your stupid rant. Before you can focus on the way his heart pounds when you add on another praise.

You hum and recede into the motion, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth, sloppyily, in the way oddly reminiscent of the way horny teenagers kiss.

In a matter of seconds he's turned the kiss from sweet to something not-so-sweet.

Exactly what he wanted, and maybe he wouldn't even need to suffer through the awkwardness of asking.

Everything he put in was returned by you in the tenfold, one hand moving from his cheek to the nape of his neck, the effects making you laugh against his lips. His form shivering into yours, full-bodied and obvious.

"Sensitive?" You pulled away, with a breath, mouth curling up. "It's okay, it's cute-mmph!"

He crashed his lips against yours again, effectively cutting off your words and your thoughts. Even if you continued to play with the nape of his neck, fingers teasing over the spot. The feeling only made him more and more desperate.

But if he was needy, you were nothing but eager to reply, deepening the kiss like you were trying to consume him whole.

"Darling," you mutter, too soft. "Minnie," you groan, holding him to you gently.

But you were too soft, too gentle.

He wanted more, he wanted you.

Unrestrained, doing what you wanted for once, using him like you wanted. Because he wanted it.

Wanted to not be treated like he was a piece of glass, in danger of breaking every moment. He loved how carefully you treated him but now he wanted to be treated rough, he needed to be treated rough.

But he didn't want to say it.

Slowly, he pressed his hips against yours, shuddering at the fizzle of friction sending sparks through his nerves.

"Minho," you sighed, nails scratching against his scalp making him whine. "Darling," with a particularly harsh nip to his lips, almost hard enough to break the skin - that was what he wanted.

A whimper built up in his throat only to be swallowed down. He wasn't that desperate yet. Even if every one of his movements seemed to argue otherwise, finding a clumsy rhythm in grinding against you, replicating and intensifying those sparks.

Building them up to what he hoped was more.

Even if the motions were clumsy and new. Curious but wanting all the same, the way he moved was raw, exploring and ruining. It made his head spin and everything else go foggy.

You dragged your mouth away from his, tugging his head up by his hair to lick your way down his neck.

A lick and an open-mouthed kiss, making him shudder and shake, heat emanating from the areas you touched and the places you pressed together.

Separated by stupid clothes but not enough to stop him.

He must look pathetic the way he thrusts against you, each discordant grind getting more desperate, more sloppy with the skim of your mouth. With the drag of your tongue down his jaw and pulse-point, heart thrumming beneath your lips. With every shockwave of euphoria that tingles down his spine, with every moan and whisper of his name that leaves your lips.

"Minho," "Minnie," "Baby," "Darling,"

His head is too fuzzy to worry about anything else. To think about the needy noises that leave him, he's sure he sounds lewd, and dirty.

From just dry-humping against you.

But it's not enough. He wants you rough and hard and on top of him. Showing him what to do, telling him what to do. To make him feel good, to make you feel good.

He falters imperceptibly. Should he...?

No, he doesn't want to. He can't. Because how is he supposed to ask you to-

He's caught up in his head but his body works on autopilot, reacting to the sensations that are bringing him closer and closer to cumming in his boxers.

Caught up in his thoughts but not so much so that he forgets about you,

and he certainly doesn't miss anything you say, like the words "Such a fucking good boy," nearly growled into his throat, voice husky and ragged as your teeth scrape down his skin.

Good boy?

He freezes. Heat pools deep inside of him, warm and making him painfully, painfully hard. The words push him nearly to the edge, and he can feel himself on the precipice of-

And then he's being shoved back, hard.

Harder than you meant to, but necessary for what you were about to do.

You pant, as does he, both of you flushed and trying to catch the breath stolen from your lungs.

No, no, not when he was finally getting somewhere, not when finally, finally he was getting what he wanted. Not when you were actually unrestrained and-

"I'm sorry."

His gaze snapped to yours.

"What?"

Your lips were red and parted, he was sure his weren't in much better shape. All he wanted to do was kiss them again, and again, and again.

He wants to hear you call him a good boy again.

"I-I'm sorry," you ran your hand through your hair. "I should've...I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry Minho." This time you were the one looking away.

"The fuck do you mean?" He snaps. It came out a little harsher than intended, he admits. But really, he was sitting here, horny and pent-up and just wanting to get fucked, and here you were, pushing him away and apologizing?

You blink, slowly, surprised.

And here he is, fuming.

Why won't you just fuck him?

"I'm sorry-" would you just stop saying that? His glare shuts you up. "Um," You only looked confused now, a furrow between your brow.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. You watch it.

He wishes you'd just make the first move.

Because now he was going to have to say it. Out loud. To you. Not just mumble some nonsense and hope that you'd pick it up.

"I want you." He said simply, inching closer to you.

You nodded but made no move to continue anything. "Okay..." then a sigh. "I'm going to need you to elaborate just a little, Minho."

The flush across his cheeks spreads, down his neck and over his collarbone. Why did you have to look at him like that? Like he was made of glass or something? Like you cared about him so much it made him melt.

Fuck, he loved you.

"Look at me baby." You gently cup his face, turning him to meet your eyes. "You can tell me."

You definitely knew.

He could see it in your eyes, the worry giving way to a teasing look. Now you just wanted to humiliate him huh?

He hated you.

"Shut up."

You smiled, pulling him into your chest again, laying between your legs. Just like you were before. "Well that's not what good boys say, now is it?"

He pulled his face away, burying it into your shoulder to hide from your eyes. "I don't like you." His voice came out muffled into your shirt.

You only scoff out a laugh. "We both know that's not true darling. You love me." Voice dropping to a whisper, you lean into his ear. "Do I make you nervous baby?"

Someone just kill him now.

Put an end to his misery.

"N-no;" his voice still muffled in the fabric of his your shirt. "you're just-"

"Just what?" You challenge, fingers teasing into his hair, the way you know he likes it. "You're a big boy, you can use your words, can't you?"

He shudders and swears he can hear your smirk. "I...- fuck you."

You tug on his hair, making him face you. You swear he has a eye-contact problem. Or maybe he just gets too nervous looking you in the eye.

Either way, he's too adorable not to coo at.

"I was imagining this the either way around, but whatever rocks your boat~" you purr. "All you have to do is tell me what you want."

His hips jolt against yours, heat filling his body. As soon as he does though, your free hand stills his hips, fingertips teasing under the hem of his shirt while you look at him expectantly.

He wants to hide again, but you hold him in place. Pinning him against you, not letting him look away, not letting him move.

He wants you so bad.

"Touch me..." He mutters, and your hand slides just a bit higher on his abdomen, your thighs squeezing just a bit tighter around his hips.

It's over for him. He knows as soon as your lips turn up just a bit more into a coy smile. "Where?"

When he doesn't reply soon enough you skim your hand up and over his ribcage. Breathing growing heavy as your other leaves his hair, trailing down his neck and over his shoulder, slipping just beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Here?"

Such a simple touch makes him feel hot.

"Or here?"

Slowly, your hand under his shirt makes its path towards his chest.

He gasps lightly when your fingers tweak over his nipple, delighting in the way he quivers, rutting against you. You click your tongue at him. "You know, I really can't do anything to you until you tell me what you really want." Lips ghost over his ear, nipping lightly at the shell. "Too bad, really. I could take such good care of a cute little virgin like you~"

His voice cracks under the weight of your touch; trying to clear his throat while biting back a moan. "I'm not cute-"

You cut him off with a kiss, tentatively, like you hadn't stolen his breath with a kiss only minutes ago. Like you're afraid to break him.

But he wants you to break him.

The kiss is too short for his taste but it effectively cuts off his thought process, making him nearly dumb against you. Not dumb enough to not catch the smile against his skin, "I'm not cute." But he sounds so cute. It only makes the smile widen, turning your attention to trail kisses down his neck, murmuring between each press of your lips.

"Yes you are." Kiss.

And for some reason, he can't argue.

"Remember?" Kiss.

"I'm...what was it?" Smile, kiss, lick.

"Intolerable?" A pause, but only for a second, taking the moment to drag your tongue across his throat.

"And you're cute," Stopping to suck on the spot where his pulse thrums, feeling his heart beat under your lips.

"And pretty..." Kissing, once again, over the pretty mark you've left on his pale skin.

"And beautiful...and stunning...and..." you pull away, looking to see his eyes hooded and pupils blown. "...not getting anything more until you can tell me what exactly you want here."

You pinch his nipple one more time before pulling away, leaving him cold, whining, grinding desperately between your legs.

He's hard enough, you wonder if he would've cum in his pants if you hadn't stopped.

"I..." he starts and you wait patiently for him to continue. If you've learned anything about Minho, it's that he's nothing if not embarrassed to voice his wants. Especially the ones like this.

You remember how he blushed and couldn't stop wringing his hands when you worked him up to ask to kiss you for the first time.

The way he couldn't look you in the eye, focusing anywhere else.

But he knows by now, you're nothing if not a tease, willing to play the long game to get him to tell you what he wants.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

He's so hard though, it hurts. And his skin nearly burns with the need to be touched, to feel you on him again. And all he wants to do is let you have your way with him.

Something that won't happen until he tells you.

"Please," he whines. Though he knows it's not enough. He just wants you. "Please?" On him, touching him, teasing him, kissing him, consuming him. "I need it." pressing a sloppy kiss to your collarbones. "Just fuck me, I want you so, so bad." He pants, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Wanted you so bad, for forever now."

God, you can't wait to fuck him.

A grin blooms across your face, one that he can barely process. "Thought you'd never ask baby."

Not before you're pushing him onto his back, onto the soft cushions of the couch, switching your positions before crawling on top of him.

"M' gonna make you see stars baby." You purr, and he can do nothing else but nod dumbly, looking up at you with wide eyes like you're something of a goddess on top of him.

And you will make him see stars. Not yet anyway.

His vision goes hazy though as your hands quickly move to pull his shirt over his head, leaning down to kiss him again.

Deep and hard, filled with promises and care.

You lace your fingers with his against the couch cushions as you kiss down his jaw and down his neck and his chest and-

He gasps when you lick over his nipple, wrapping your lips around one to suck on it lightly.

Your tongue swirls around it, free hand tweaking at the other, making sure not to ignore it.

His cock is so hard, he can feel it throbbing in his sweats. He's sure he's already leaked through his underwear.

He swears he could cum from this alone.

"Don't!" He gasps and you pull away quickly, concern etched across your brow before you see his face clouded with pleasure, mouth hung open to let out breathy moans. "Please don't." He squeezes your hand in his. "I'll cum if you keep doing that."

You melt, filled with the overwhelming need to make him cum by just playing with his nipples. How cute he'd look from having his tits played with.

"So sensitive, aren't you?" You coo.

Maybe another day though. Right now, you'll give him what he wants. What he's wanted for 'forever'.

"Shut up," he scowls though it's quickly wiped away when you pinch his nipple one more time, making him gasp.

Finally, you glance down at his sweats, tenting with his boner. "Well someone's excited for me." Seeing you stare at his crotch makes him excited. His already hard cock twitching in his pants. "You're so sensitive for me, aren't you, Min?"

He hates you so much, covering his face with the back of his arm. The fact that you're only telling the truth makes him want to hide his face into your chest again.

But you're too far away, and too focused on watching his boner through his pants, fascinated by how hard you've made him with so little.

"Please," he whispers, but the way you watch him, eyes full of hunger makes him throb even more.

Somehow, he gets a kick out of you just watching him, softly moaning at his eagerness, as he lets out a hushed whisper, "Please. Please y/n, don't tease me like this. I'm already horny." His legs spread open shamelessly.

"Awe, why? Can you not handle it?" You look up at him, at his blushing face and his needy eyes. You wanna kiss him so bad.

And so you do, getting close to his lips, your warm breath tickling him. Your hand runs over his clothed cock, teasing your nails gently over the head of his dick. His eyes widen as you begin to touch him over the fabric.

But your lips quickly silence him as you kiss him again. He moans into it, the feeling of your hand on his cock, stroking him lightly and your lips on his.

Your tongue pushes through his lips as you stroke him a few more times, squeezing him lightly in a way that has his back arching off the bed, pushing into your hand even more.

Panting, you pull back a little. "Such a good boy for me, Minnie." Before you're pinning his hips to the couch and looking at him one more time for conformation.

Then you pull his sweats and boxers down in one swift movement.

And then he does see stars as you slide yourself over his hips, grinding against his bare cock.

He thinks he tells you he loves you, that he worships you, that he adores you more than anyone on this planet. He thinks his hand squeezes yours so hard that you bring it to your lips, kissing his hand and telling him to relax. He thinks you grind against him slow and gingerly, watching to see his reactions.

Like he'd ever tell you to stop.

He'd rather die.

Shoot him in the head if he ever tell you to stop, because it sure as hell isn't him.

Again, he thinks. But he isn't sure. He isn't sure of anything really right now.

His head is a mess of sensations and feelings, whines pouring from his mouth until you kiss him again and again and again.

Whispering that he's a good boy.

He's going to cum, he's going to cum.

Stars explode behind his eyes as they roll back and he isn't even inside of you yet.

And then you stop.

And he thinks tears might be rolling down his cheeks. He needs you, he needs you so fucking bad.

"Please, please, please." He pants, trying to roll his hips up against you, failing to find any contact as you sit back on your haunches, just out of his reach. "Need you," he gasps. "Need you so bad!"

You push sweaty hair out of his face, kissing the back of his hand one more time before you pull away entirely. He whimpers and you coo. "Be patient baby, just need to do something."

He watches blearily as you pull off your shorts and tries to calm his racing heart and heavy breaths as you roll a condom over his length.

"One more minute baby," you hush as you kiss him. "Are you ready?"

He nods desperately, of course he is. He's waiting for this for so long. He's wanted you for so long. He's going to go insane if you don't-

He gasps.

You groan as you slide down his length, slowly burying him inside of you until he bottoms out.

If he though grinding was intense, this was like nothing he could've ever imagined. His mouth gapes open, an endless stream of whiney moans and needy whimpers flooding into the room, feeding into you as you lift up and sink onto his again, groans of your own mixing with his.

He can't think anymore - he doesn't want to. He only wants to fall into the feeling of your walls squeezing around his dick, warm and wet as you ride him and the feeling of your hand once again finding his.

Whispering into his ear that you love him so much as you turn his head into mush

"I…I can-" Minho tries his best to talk, to tell you how good he feels. He really does, but whenever the thought comes to mind, it just gets cut off with the liquid heat coursing through his veins.

By the intense feeling of everything that is you.

He's an idiot for not asking you to fuck him sooner.

"Yeah, baby?" You chuckle breathlessly when he fails to complete his sentence. "You feel yourself inside?" You bring your interlaced fingers to your lower abdomen, "You feel it?"

All he can do is respond with a loud sob as he nods his head to your question, hips bucking up into you, desperate to chase the high quickly approaching ever since you've touched him.

He's not going to last much longer.

"You fit so well inside me," you murmur.

He's going to cum. Of this, he's sure.

"Please!' He hiccups, but he's not sure what he's pleading for. "P-please!" For more? For less? For something - anything to stave off the inevitable, he doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want it to ever end.

You kiss his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw. You flutter kisses over his face, so softly compared to how you're fucking him into the couch so roughly.

"I love you, Minho."

"I love you so much!" He pants and squeezes your hand, his other grabbing onto the nape of your neck as he shoves your lips against his.

He's fucking beautiful, you think. Cute and pretty and beautiful, under you, falling apart.

It's the most gorgeous sight you've ever seen, and he's whining your own name against you lips, pleading between sloppy kisses for you to let him cum, to let him cum for you. 

You show your approval with a collision of lips and teeth and tongue as he tips over the edge and you follow suit. He sobs as he cums, shivering violently as waves of pleasure roll over his body, his back lifting into an arch, pushing himself deep into you with a followed whine.

Each moan and whine are muffled by your tongue pushing into his mouth but his hips still grind as he pushes himself into overstimulation, whining until you have mind enough to still his hips.

For a moment, the two of you are silent, chests heaving, both catching your breath as you pull away, looking at him.

"Minho?" His eyes are shut and his cheeks are painted red. "You okay baby?"

He murmurs something you don't catch, but you don't tease as you push the hair out of his face, sweat-soaked and tired, kissing his forehead once.

You make a move to get up off of him but he only wraps his arms around you, holding you in place. "Don't leave," he whispers, looking up at you with tired eyes. "Just stay, please. For a little bit?"

His sleepy eyes make your heart skip a beat. "Who are you and where's my Minho?" You tease softly, but give in nonetheless.

"Fuck you." But his tone is with filled with anything but malice, as he nuzzles into you like a happy cat.

"I just did." You giggle.

"I love you so much." He mutters, kissing your shoulder. "I love you so fucking much."

"And I love you too."

Thinking About How There Isn't Enough On Virgin!minho

a/n: I did it ^-^, who's proud of me!! also haven't written reader being penetrated in a looooong time, so if it's shit, oh well :p

pls leave feedback, i need motivation to finish my other teaser fics😭


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𝝑𝝔 son of Eros!Changbin x mortal!fem!reader

𝝑𝝔 cw : unserious!reader (she is .... interesting for sure!), crude humor, Changbin is a sweetheart :c, fluffy smut, mild angst, Switch(mostly sub)!Changbin, Switch(mostly Dom)!reader, LOTS OF KISSING, mutual masterbation, clit play, no p in v, tit sucking, mommy kink !??!, love spells!!!, lmk if I missed anything!

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Something was off, you didn't know how to describe it.

You sat up in your bed, looking around for a moment. That's when you spot a man in the corner of your dark room and you scream.

You grab the knife you kept in your nightstand, "who are you!?" you scream at him.

"Shhh!" the man tries to hush you.

"Why are you telling me to shh, you broke into my home!" you exclaim.

"Listen, I'm here on business," he starts before you interrupt him.

"What business do you have being in my house? Is the C.I.A trying to take me out because of my theory on the money smuggling because if so I deeply regret questioning my government and I swear I'm a good brainwashed citizen!" you yelp.

"C.I.A? Government? Brainwashing? I swear to Zeus, you mortals get more crazy by the minute!" the man exclaims, "but no, luckily for you, I am not from the government, well not your government."

"So like the United Nations!? That's even fucking worse! I swear I'm a good law abiding citizen who never questions the old hags that we call politicians!"

The man stares at you with a look of mixed shock and terror on his face, "the godly government," he explains.

"That's somehow even worse?! I don't even believe in God! Wait which religion is right? I swear to God, if it's Scientology I'll find the nearest cliff and jump off, I swear you will not take me alive Mr.Secret Scientology Agent Man Thing."

The man's mouth is agape and you can tell he's trying to put the pieces together, "What's Scientology?" he questions.

"They believe in aliens and shit, but they're lowkey a cult, and they're trying to reach Nirvana or whatever, trying to get their brainwaves to vibrate at the same frequency as an alien's or some stupid shit like that," you explain.

"Ok, well aliens aren't real," Changbin starts before you interrupt him.

"Ok science denier, you're telling me you're a- whatever you are- and aliens aren't real. Maybe you're in a cult. What frequency do your brainwaves vibrate at?"

"I'm not in a cult, I'm one of the sons of Eros," he explains.

You burst out into a fit of laughter while the man slaps himself on his forehead, "okay buddy, time to put you back in whatever insane asylum you escaped from," you say as you sit up.

The man turns around and you see the wings poking out from his back. "Maybe evolution did hit the ancient Greeks, you're like Icarus but like evolved and not as crispy and fried as I'd imagine him being," you figure as you admire the man's wings.

"Why are you bringing up Icarus?"

"Well he had wings," you remind him.

"Yeah and you're about to fly too close to the sun," he sighs, "I was assigned to your case. I'm going to help you find your soulmate."

"Ok sure you are buddy," you chuckle.

"Can you at least put down the knife, I feel like you're gonna stab me," he requests.

You sigh and put the knife back in your nightstand. "So how does this whole thing work?" you ask the man.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I'll find a list of potential soulmates for you," he explains.

"So you're like the match maker from Mulan?"

"I'll make sure to look for someone who appreciates your fantastic sense of humor," he retorts sarcastically.

"Boo, you're no fun! Live a little!" you exclaim and sit criss crossed on your bed.

The man pulls up a chair and pulls out a clip board and a pen. "Male or female?" he asks.

"I'm a woman," you say it like it's obvious.

"I mean for a partner, do you want a man or a woman?"

"Either," you shrug.

He scribbles that down in your chart. "What's your name by the way, you know like everything about me and all I know is that you're a Scientologist and mentally impaired and a bird or whatever."

"Changbin," he says while rolling his eyes, "do you have a height preference?"

"Nope," you pop the p.

"Weight preference?"

"Another no."

"Age preference?"

"What do you mean by that because I am not-"

"-I'm going to stop you right there," he glares at you, "you need to take this seriously."

"I am being serious!? I'm not a-"

"Ok! I get it, I'll j-just mark down older."

"Make sure it's not like super old though."

He looks up at you, "excuse me?"

"Like a person who is like- older than my grandma. Unless they're like absolutely loaded."

He rolls his eyes and moves on, "do you have a preference regarding lifestyle?"

"Yeah, I don't want them to be a politician or a Scientologist or mentally insane."

"Ok," he scribbles on the paper, "done, I need you to sign here."

He passes the clipboard to you and hands you the pen.

"Why?" you question.

"Because this is a legally binding contract," he says it like it's obvious.

"So like in Cat in the Hat where two underage kids sign their life away to a six foot tall man in a fur suit? Am I signing my life away?"

"Just sign the fucking paper," he requests.

You sign the paper and hand it back to the winged man.

He flips through more pages in the clipboard before his face falls. "What is it? Don't tell me my soulmate is a politician!" you whine.

"It's worse," he hums, "you need to come to HQ with me."

"Wait so who is it? Is it like a serial killer? I didn't even think of that!"

"Will you shut up and take my hand," he offers his hand out to you.

You hesitantly take it. You're instantly transported to a place you've never seen before. An office building with pink walls and pink tainted glass that over looks above the clouds. Changbin pulls you with him to a desk.

"Eros, I need to speak with him," Changbin says to the person, who also has wings, that is working at the desk.

"I'll tell him you need to see him," the person says.

"Thanks," Changbin mutters.

Changbin lets go of your hand and begins pacing around the waiting room. "So like is it bad?"

"It is me," he mumbles.

"Huh?"

"Your soulmate, it's me."

Your mouth falls agape as you stare at he man. "What?" you question.

"Yeah, tell me about it," he grumbles as he continues his pacing.

"But you're like-" you pause.

"-a matchmaker. And you're a mortal."

"Eros will see you now," the woman at the reception desk announces.

Changbin pulls you by the wrist through the hallway and into a room. The room is large, huge floor to ceiling windows on two of the walls, a huge desk right in the center, and an extremely tall man with strawberry blonde hair sitting at the desk. Changbin lets go of your wrist when he makes eye contact with the man. "Changbin!" the man at the desk says, he stands up and walks over to where Changbin and you were standing, "it's so good to see you, son!"

You look up at the man towering over yourself and Changbin. Easily 8 feet tall with a pair of feathery wings on his back.

The man lifts up Changbin, pulling him into a tight hug. "Dad, it's good to see you too, but listen we have a situation," Changbin says sternly.

"A situation?" the man asks, putting Changbin back on the ground.

"This is Y/n Y/l/n," he introduces you.

"I know of her," he smiles.

He leans down to shake your hand, holding his out for you to take. You hesitate before you do, but you gently shake the tall man's hand, "you know me?" you ask the man.

"Well of course I do! I am a God after all!" he cheerfully booms, "you can just call me Eros!"

"Nice to meet you," you give the man a tight lipped smile.

He lets go of your hand and it falls to your side.

"Listen- Dad," Changbin interrupts, "I think that there was a mistake with y/n's soulmate generator."

"How so?" Eros questions.

"Well, it said that well-" he stammers.

"Does she have a soulmate?" Eros asks.

"Well yes b-but-" Changbin continues to stutter.

"-it's him, sir, Changbin is my soulmate," you explain.

"What?" the man gasps.

"Listen, I'm just as surprised as you are, I specifically said no politicians, Scientologists, or mentally insane people."

"He is, none of those things?" Eros states.

"Yeah well when you wake up in the middle of the night to someone standing in the corner of your bedroom talking about how they're from the 'godly government' and it reminds you of Scientology, and then he tells you he's the son of Eros so obviously you start thinking to yourself that this guy is either seeing something we can't or he's strung out on something, and then he makes you sign your life away like those kids did in the cat in the hat movie, then you can call me picky," you ramble.

Eros glances at Changbin then at you and then back to Changbin, "well were you the only option?"

"Yes," Changbin confirms.

"Well then it is destined to be, she did sign the contract," he points out.

"So wait? Did I sign my life away?" you ask.

"Well not your life," Eros begins before he cuts himself off.

"Dad," Changbin says, "what do we do?"

"I suppose we follow the rules," Eros figures, "you two are soulmates."

Changbin's jaw practically falls to the floor, "there is no way."

So now you find yourself at Changbin's house, well apartment, on Mt.Olympus. The apartment itself is more than just nice. It is beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows with a scenic view, a full kitchen with a separate wine closet, even a balcony overlooking the streets of Olympus which were full of nymphs and muses and Gods and Goddesses alike. Ornate furniture with gold accents, a chandelier that looked like it costed more than a yacht, and 4 luxurious bedrooms. "Make yourself at home," Changbin sighs as he takes off his coat.

"Woah, this is your house?" you exclaim as you ogle at the ornate house.

"Yeah," he blushes, "it's ours now I suppose," he runs a hand on the back of his neck.

"Oh my God, this is straight up like a fairytale," you say as you look through the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, opening the fridge.

"Yeah, is there anything I can eat?"

"What do you mean anything you can eat?"

"Well like I don't think I can drink nectar, because I'm like a mortal or whatever," you chuckle as you look at his puzzled expression.

"Well technically you can drink it, but you would like probably pass out from what you mortals call 'alcohol poisoning'," he chuckles as he grabs a soda from the fridge.

"Wait do you have some?" you ask excitedly.

"I mean yeah but like, why?"

"Well I wanna try it!"

"No," he shuts down before you can continue.

"Please! Just once Changbin!" you beg.

"I said no," he says, more firmly this time.

"Ugh fine you're no fun," you cross your arms and take a seat on his kitchen island.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asks, changing the topic.

You hum while you think for a moment, "spaghetti," you decide.

"Okay," he agrees.

He begins pulling ingredients out of the fridge and pantry and you just sit there on the counter and watch as the man prepares dinner. "Soooooo," you speak as Changbin puts a pot of water on the stove, "what's it like being the son of Eros?"

"Well, I think it gives people the wrong impression of me sometimes," he reveals.

"How so?"

"Imagine that your father is known for orgies and sex, prayed to by mortals for him to grant them fertility and true love, doesn't always leave the best impression with people," he explains crossing his arms.

"Why not? Are you not like him?"

"Not at all," he mumbles softly, "I do this job because I like making people happy, to be honest I didn't know it was possible as a matchmaker to match with anyone," he explains, "especially a mortal, like yourself."

"Doesn't Zeus have lots of kids though? Is he matched with someone?" you ask.

"Don't even get me started on how many kids he has, y'know we have a whole department that keeps track of his children," he whispers the last part.

You stifle a laugh and get a good look at the man who is your soulmate. His sharp nose and round face paired with gentle eyes and buff arms have you feeling tingly inside and out. "Zeus does have a soulmate, or well he says she's his soulmate, Hera," he explains.

"Isn't that his sister?"

"I wish you mortals would stop spreading lies like that," Changbin sighs and rubs his eyes.

You giggle and swing your feet back and forth. "So wait, not all of you are like related?" you ask.

"No," he chuckles.

"So like how does the whole soulmates thing work?"

"Well, once you're matched, you're matched, you fall in love with the person, they fall in love with you, some couples get married, some don't," he explains.

"Can we get married? If we get married can we please get married by and Elvis impersonator in Vegas, ooh and I want a pink wedding dress!" you proclaim.

"Yeah, sure," he hums as he adds the noodles to the boiling water, "anything else you want for our wedding?"

"Hmm, maybe a chocolate fountain at the reception and for the reception to be held in a strip club," you half joke.

"That would make our wedding, interesting," he giggles, turning back to face you now.

"Well yeah, you only get married once! May as well enjoy it! Also honeymoon in Paris, or like somewhere in Europe!"

"Yeah," he smirks, "we can do all of that."

God, he looked good. Did he always look this good? Maybe you were too blind to it before, because fuck he was good looking.

"Really?" you ask enthusiastically.

"Really," he smiles softly.

"What about our wedding night?" you ask before you fully think through what you're saying.

"Our wedding night? Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?" he teases.

"Well- I-I j-just wanna k-know what you like? I mean I-" you stutter as you try to speak.

You freeze when Changbin moves over to where you sit and pulls you in for a kiss, stopping right before his lips touch yours, you feel your heart thumping in your chest and heat rising to your cheeks as you slowly relax into his gentle grasp.

"Kiss me-" you hoarsely whisper.

He licks his lips before he finally puts his lips on your own, his lips molding against yours in a tantalizing rhythm. You are the one to break away from the hypnotic kisses he is placing on your lips. "Changbin- why I feel so-" you mumble, searching his eyes for an answer for the certain wanting in the bottom of your stomach.

"The love spell, it- well- it makes you," he flushes.

"Horny?" you ask.

"Yeah," he laughs, "makes both parties-y-y'know horny."

"Holy shit," you giggle as you bring him back in for another kiss.

This kiss is passionate and rough, in perfect contrast with the way Changbin holds you close. His hands resting on your waist, gently rubbing feather-light touches on your sides, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. Your arms loop around the back of his neck, reveling in the comfort of his lips on yours.

It's not enough though, you need him inside you, you need him to fuck you. "Changbin-" you moan against his lips.

"Darling," he coos, "tell me what you want-you c-can have it-w-whatever you want."

"Bin- I-I," you whine.

"P-please ma'am wan-wanna be inside," he squeaks.

"Ma'am?" you smirk, pulling apart from the kiss to search Changbin's eyes.

"Ma'am, mommy, mistress, master, whatever you want- I-I d'care, just pl-please, wanna be inside," he searches your face for any apprehension.

"Changbin I-I, get on your knees," you whimper as you notice the way he looks at you.

His hair is messy, his eyes lust blown and lips plump from kissing. You watch the heavenly sight in front of you as Changbin sinks down to his knees in front of you. He gently holds your leg as he kisses your knee, "please," he speaks a confession, "wanna worship you."

His fingers trail up and down your clothed legs, and at this time you curse yourself for wearing plaid pajama pants instead of flimsy sleep shorts.

You quickly stand on two feet and begin walking away, scaring the man on the floor. "Y/n- w-we d'have to!" he yelps.

"Take me to the bedroom, please," you huff.

Changbin leaps onto his feet and shows you to the bedroom, his hand in yours. Like two horny teenagers left unsupervised for more than 30 seconds.

You found yourself making out with him on his soft bed, it was a little awkward with Changbin's wings on his back, but you couldn't seem to mind, especially not when his fingers are cupping your breasts under your shirt and his fingers are tweaking your nipples in his fingers. A soft tune is playing from what you presume is your phone, or it could be the record player in the corner of Changbin's room, but honestly you don't care when Changbin's head moves down your chest, kissing above your waistband. "Honey," he calls out to you.

"Y-yeah," you look at him.

"Wanna watch you get off," he requests, "wanna watch you, please."

You're stripping off your clothes before you can even think of what you're doing, throwing your clothes somewhere in Changbin's room. You watch as his mouth falls open as he stares at your tits. "Like what you see, honey?" you ask as you lay your head back on the pillows.

He nods and you watch the faint blush creep up onto his cheeks. "Wanna see you too, please, please Bin," you hum.

He follows after you, removing his clothes and you ogle at his body. Fuck, he was muscular, and your mouth started watering when you saw his cock.

"It's n-not," he begins before you are spitting in your hand and wrapping it around the base of his cock.

Not very long, but fat in girth, with a pretty flushed tip and nicely trimmed bush surrounding it. Changbin's mouth falls open as you begin jerking his cock, "it's more than okay, baby," you reassure the man whose eyes are rolling to the back of his head from pleasure.

"Y-your," he whimpers, trying to speak.

"Don't worry about anything other than feeling good, just relax my love, let me make you feel good," you hum.

You can see the internal struggle on Changbin's face before he shoves his own hand in between your legs, spreading your wetness around your folds. "Changb-" you begin, going to chastise the boy but his fingers move up to your clit, rubbing in soft circles.

"P-please," he whimpers.

"Hm?" you hum searching his face while his fingers continue playing with your pussy.

"Can I suck on your tits?" he asks with a timid voice.

You can't help but smile as the fingers on your spare hand wrap in the boy's curly black hair and bring his mouth to your chest. You speed up your hand that is playing with his cock, trying to repay how well Changbin is making your pussy gush just with his calloused fingers.

Changbin is sucking on your nipple and his fingers are playing with your clit and it all is becoming too much and just enough at the same time. "Mommy," Changbin moans against your chest.

"Yeah, I know it feels good doesn't it?" you coo to the man who is clearly losing himself in the pleasure of you stroking his chubby cock.

He nods his head into your chest and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before his hips start bucking his cock into your hand. "G-gonna-ngh," Changbin whimpers.

"It's okay my love, let go, there you go honey," you instruct.

Changbin cums with a low groan as his hips keep bucking into your hand, his fingers that were playing with your clit stopping and resting there as you watch his pearly white cum shoot out of his cock and onto his soft stomach.

His legs slightly twitch as he comes down from his orgasm before he looks up at you before remembering he is also supposed to make you cum, you don't let him feel bad about cumming first though. Instead opting to praise him for being good while his fingers resume their movements on your swollen clit while his mouth continues playing with your nipples.

"Ch-changbin," you choke out a whine.

A particular hard swipe to your clit has you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm, clenching Changbin's shoulders as you ride through the high. "Perfect," Changbin praises and presses a kiss between your breasts, "and all mine."

"All yours," you reassure, "all yours Changbin."


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1 year ago

let’s try this again. you asked for changbin thots— i am here to deliver.

i’m thinking about overstimulated binnie… his chest and face are flushed pink and he’s sweaty as hell his stupid fucking glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose as he watches you suck him off

he’s probably cum like four times at this point and despite his suggestions to eat you out, finger you etc (my man is just trying to get you OFF his cock aldnqljdkwf), you’ve decided that tonight is all about him—which means you’re gonna make him cum till he goes numb from the waist down make him cum till he cries make him cum till he passes out etc etc etc

and he does cry!! god he’d be so bad at hiding it too just sniffling mumbling whatever incoherent shit to try to get you to ease up on the torture and he’s trying to act so macho about it like he’s not and actively seeing god smh

I'm thinking one of two scenarios happening here; Either you're sucking him off in the studio while he's wearing like a thick black hoodie and sweats and those pretty little black rimmed glasses he wears sometimes - you've pulled his cock out just enough to get your mouth on him and he's all but squirming in his chair, head tipped back and puffy lips parted in awe at the way your mouth feels around him. And he's so weak for how wet and warm your tongue is, hot over his cock and licking away any cum that dares dribble out of his ruddy pink tip. (I'm saying it's pink just for Lyric, so if you see this - I saw ur reblog girl.)

And he's in shambles. He's actually whimpering, his ears and cheeks a bright rosy red that compliments his tanned skin tone so fucking well - flushed so bright because of how you suck the living soul out of him and refuse to pull off his cock even when he's already come twice down your throat. The next, he'll coat your cheeks and lips - and the sight alone of you with his cum all over your face will make more leak out and spurt over your tongue when you giggle up at him.

Or - He's in the dressing room, backstage of a performance and wearing those cute little wide-rimmed glasses that barely even have a frame but have the sparkles/glitter decorating them - and he's so cute, teary eyed and laying the thick muscle of his arm over his face because he's actually sobbing.

He loves when you do this to him; When you drag your tongue over the underside of his cock and look up at him with your pretty eyes, locking with his own that are glassy as tears stream down his round cheeks. And he's huffing, trying so hard not to cry but he can't help it when you're constantly overstimulating him. And where they guys could see, too? God - He's weak for you. Weak for the way you take him into your throat and swallow around the fat head of his cock until he's leaking all over again, dribbling cum over your tongue and forcing you to swallow it down. He's weak for the way you dip your head down to suck his balls into your mouth and lathe over them with your tongue, giving every part of him attention and making sure nothing goes untouched.

Well, he's weak for your mouth more than anything.

Bonus : There was one incident where he actually lost feeling in both legs because of how overstimulated he was just from your mouth and throat - and he's been so antsy ever since then. Part of him is scared it'll happen again and part of him craves that feeling one more time. Either way - he enjoyed it when it happened. He just can't find another excuse to tell Chris when he comes back to the studio to see Changbin basically immobile on the couch with you nearby just pink in the cheeks.


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1 year ago

hi! who in svt would be more likely to be a camboy as a side gig/job? i feel like maybe seungkwan cause we all know he feels comfortable in front of the camera and is great at knowing what the public wants, or mingyu cause he loves showing himself off🤭 i initially thought about wonwoo cause he does gaming streams but he’s wayyyy to shy i feel like he would rather keep his intimate time private.

what do YOU think tho?

!! mentions of: exhibitionism, masturbation, nipple play, edging

hi there, my love! thank you so much for sending an ask :) that’s a great question! i honestly thought of wonwoo too (he’d be the most delicious camboy i swear), but i totally agree he’s way too shy.

i can absolutely envision seungkwan though! seungkwan is a literal charmer. that boy knows exactly what to say to bend people to his will and i love that about him. he seems to really enjoy being in front of people and showing off on camera too. just an exhibitionist overall. precious baby :) he’d love to set up his favorite camera when he’s home alone, adjusting it to the perfect angle so his viewers can see every inch of him. i think his favorite part of the entire camboy experience would be interacting with his viewers. he absolutely adores all the attention he gets from them, and reading through all the comments would make his cock throb even harder. would probably ask them questions just to read their reactions. “do you want me to go faster? would you like it if i edged myself? should i cum for you?” any time he speaks would send his viewers into a frenzy, and he’d eat up the attention in a heartbeat.

mingyu is also someone i can envision as a camboy! gosh have you seen that man? he’s literally the nation’s pretty boy. god body with a gorgeous face and beautiful smile. he’s just too perfect. and he knows he’s handsome too! he’s such a little show off. that’s why i think he’d be the perfect camboy <3 i can see him getting off on knowing people are admiring his body and face. he’d tease his viewers, stripping ever so slowly and showing off little inches of skin at a time. he’d like to keep his viewers on edge and wanting him. i think he’d adore that feeling of knowing he’s wanted, knowing that there are people drooling over him as they watch him from behind their screens. he’d be the absolute best at keeping people on their toes. wouldn’t have too fancy of a setup, would just prop his phone up somewhere and let the people flood in. during the entire session he’d have a little smirk on his face, head lolling and eyes rolling back in pleasure.

i feel like i have to add jeonghan to this list as well. you know how jeonghan is ugh. he’s such a little brat </3 always has that smug look on his face. i feel like jeonghan would be the type to be turned on if he knows he’s being watched. i think he’d like the excitement that comes from letting everyone see him in such a vulnerable state. he’d feel so exposed, but oh he’d love it. knowing that anyone and everyone that watches his videos can see him all horny and desperate would make him cum every time. just the thought of turning on his camera would give him a raging boner. and because people are watching him, that pretty boy would put on a show. moaning a little louder, dragging his fingers over his nipples to make his body jerk more often, edging himself close to tears. would also really like to roll his hips up into his fist with slow languid thrusts, showing his viewers how good he makes himself feel. would chuckle lightly at the needy comments, but never responds just to be a little meanie <3

and finally, i think jun would be a great camboy too! i’m not so sure what it is about jun, but i genuinely think he’d love being a camboy. he’s not as outgoing as other members, and he’s a bit quiet at times, but that wouldn’t stop him from putting on a show <3 i think he’d be a bit shy when he first starts out, maybe showing only up to his neck or mouth when he films. but once he gets into it? oh that boy is a menace. i think he’d really like to either film himself with his phone while he’s in bed, or turn on his webcam when his sits at his desk. some mornings he’d wake up throbbing and hard, and he wouldn’t hesitate to use that opportunity to reach for his phone and start recording. he’d love the lazy morning masturbation sessions, letting out gentle moans and whimpers as he stares at the screen with hooded eyes. looking through all of his dirty comments and good morning messages would bring him to his climax so quick, and that would be his favorite way to start his day.

taglist: @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @luvseungcheol , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes , @dokyeomkyeom , @allieyaaa


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1 year ago

stay a while longer

18+ only content - MDNI

This very literally came to me in a dream. It's just 2K+ words full of clingy dom reader + weak sub DK.

Content warnings: sub!seokmin, dom!reader (afab!reader), penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex, little bit of suckling/nursing kink, perhaps a slight fixation with DK's fingers and his arms and his chest

Stay A While Longer

The bed shifts and a short burst of cold air rushes under the covers before they’re hastily tucked back around you. You whine and thrust out your arm, grabbing blindly. Nothing turns up except empty space, forcing you to crack open an eye, searching out Seokmin’s face in the dimly lit bedroom. It’s too dark to see, and you can catch barely a glimpse of his shape.

“Don’ leave, wan’a hug,” you croak, barely aware and not even sure he’ll hear, but he whispers - something you’re too sleepy to interpret - before he slips out of the room.

Your eye shuts, and the shower turns on in the distance, lulling you back to sleep. The next time you wake, you wake far more gently. It can’t have been more than twenty minutes because the shower is only just shutting off, but there is a hint more light in the room, peeking in through the cracked door to the hallway. You twist your back and stretch across the bed’s expanse before curling up on your side, facing away from the door and wait for Seokmin to come back in. You have a half-open eye on the large mirror angled toward the bed, which allows a partial view of the doorway, so you can see when he tip-toes back into the bedroom with only a towel slung around his hips. To your surprise, you haven’t so much as twitched before he crawls up on the bed and lays down behind you, sliding a damp arm around your waist.

You clamp a hand over his wrist and hum sleepily, so he explains in a whisper, “I have to get ready, but I didn’t want to leave without cuddling you more first.”

Seokmin snuggles in tight against you. His broad shoulders and chest hard with muscle are pressed against your back, a source of warmth and comfort, and you nod slightly and lace your fingers into his over your stomach, holding tightly so he can’t escape you again. After a while, he kisses your shoulder, speaks softly into your ear, “I’ll be late if I don’t get ready now, love, I have to go.”

He tries to roll away, but you hold tight to his hand and roll with him, so all he manages is to splay onto his back, towel coming open. That is as perfect an invitation as you’ve ever seen, so you fit yourself more snugly against his side, toss a leg over his, and run your hand down his chest and over his crotch.

He laughs a little nervously and tries again, “I’m gonna be late.”

“So be late,” you trap his still-soft dick against his hip and rub your hand over it slowly.

“B- but,” he grunts, doing nothing to stop you, “we’re recording. They need me there.”

“I need you here. We'll be quick.”

A blatant lie. The two of you are never quick. He knows that as well as you do, each of you unwilling to rush through your time together, but he doesn’t protest. His cock has started to fill, not nearly hard, but not entirely soft anymore either, and you palm it pointedly.

“Just tell them something… came up.”

You can pinpoint the moment Seokmin gives himself over to you. His eyes flutter shut on a sigh, and he wraps a thick arm around your back, pushing under your sleep shirt to hold your bare skin.

His hand roams your back, long fingers massaging up your spine until he reaches your neck.

“Can I?” His eyes are getting hazy when you turn your gaze back up his body to meet them, having been staring down his torso, watching his stomach flex as you play with his thickening cock.

“Hmm?” You tease, knowing what he wants, “full sentences, darling.”

He breathes out heavily, then brushes his hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, “can I take your shirt off?”

“Mhm,” you bite underneath his jaw softly, then sit up slightly, and he takes it for the permission it is, getting both hands under your shirt and lifting it away from your body. He sighs, eyes on your newly exposed skin, when the shirt is gone, and you laugh a little.

“Like what you see?”

Seokmin licks his lips and nods, keeping eye contact with your chest. You stretch back out alongside him, prop up on your elbow, and slip your unoccupied hand under his head, gathering him close.

“Come here, baby.”

You keep stroking him lazily while he latches onto your breast, and he twists partly onto his side for a better angle and wraps his arms around your back. The feeling of Seokmin suckling shoots heat through you, warmth rushing to your core. You trap his nearest leg between yours and grind onto his thigh, letting him feel how wet you’re getting through your panties from little more than giving him a handjob. Seokmin moans around your nipple when he feels you and flexes his thigh, forever eager to make you feel as amazing as possible. One arm releases your waist and travels down to your hitched up leg, moving by feel until he can run long, clever fingers between your thighs from behind. He toys with the fabric, but of course, Seokmin is a good boy and doesn’t act without permission, waiting for your instruction. You both know what he wants but he’s unwilling to release your boob for long enough to ask for it. You kiss the top of his head and whisper against the shell of his ear. He rumbles in thanks, the vibrations tingling from your chest down to your center, just in time to soak Seokmin’s fingers as he pushes past your panties.

He doesn’t do much more than play with you, similar to how you’ve been toying with his dick for the last little while, not aiming to get each other off - yet - but just to touch and appreciate, to heighten the anticipation. He is well aware of your obsession with his hands, happy to take advantage of that whenever he can. And from the way he’s swiping his fingers through your folds almost luxuriously, he’s in no rush, despite his earlier concerns about being late. Your hand on his dick slows to a near stop, too distracted by his fingers to do much more than just holding him. But when Seokmin whimpers a wordless plea and twitches his hips, you’re jerked back to Earth and start stroking with renewed vigor. He does his best to keep his fingers moving for you while you jerk him off, sliding two fingers in easily, up to the second knuckle, and crooking them toward himself.

You groan and yank on Seokmin’s hair until he releases your chest and his fingers slide out of your underwear. Holding eye contact, you push him onto his back and straddle his hips. You seat yourself so that the head of his dick can nudge your entrance through your panties and rotate your hips, drawing a sharp gasp from both of you.

It works like a charm.

Seokmin desperately whines, "please, take them off, baby, please, please, wanna be inside you!"

His fingers are twisted in the sides of your underwear, nearly ripping through them with his grip, and he looks as though it’s truly painful to be denied the privilege of being buried inside your body. When you don’t immediately answer him, Seokmin’s head slams back against the bed, eyes squeezing shut on a whimpering moan. His hips jerk up, drawing a small cry from you as you lean over him and bury your face in his chest.

“Okay, okay,” you pant, shimmying off of him, “take them off.”

The panties finally disappear, thrown to the side, and Seokmin pulls you back onto his lap, spreading your legs over him and situating you so that you sit directly on top of his dick. Like this, you envelop him and press his dick down against his stomach. The position lets you slide along the length of him, teasing the both of you. Your eyes drift shut when you roll your hips, the head of his cock stimulating your clit. When you finally sink down onto him, he moans, long and shaky, and you drop down against his chest to kiss him. His strong arms wrap around your waist and hold you close while his hips snap up into yours. It’s good, it’s so good, but you know how to make it better. A small wiggle, just a bit, changes the angle, and the next thrust has your eyes rolling.

You smash your lips against his while he builds up to a consistent tempo. The two of you share every breath, are just panting into each other’s mouths now. You tighten your thighs around his hips just to hear him whimper.

“F- faster,” the order is muffled by his lips, but he obeys all the same.

You push back on Seokmin as well as you can in this position. You have some leverage with your knees on either side of him, but he’s holding you so tightly you can barely make use of it, crushed against him as you are. One arm lets go briefly, but only to move to your ass, which he gropes shamelessly, holding on tight and pushing your hips against his harder.

Teeth clack against each other. What you’re doing can’t even be called kissing anymore, you’re just moaning into one another now. Pressure builds in your lower stomach, and you’re practically shivering with the need to come. Seokmin presses down hard and tilts your hips as he thrusts, and you press your forehead to his, trying to coordinate your lips to kiss him again. When your movements prove too clumsy, unable to manage, you take to staring into his eyes instead. When he whimpers and licks at your lips on another thrust, you whimper in reply and tighten around his cock.

“I’m close,” Seokmin whines, “are you close?”

“Mmm,” you bury your face into his neck and nod, then mouth along his collarbone, “come for me, baby.”

With just a few more shaking thrusts, Seokmin does just that. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, warmth filling you up, has you right there, ready to follow him. His hips jerk a few more times as he comes down from his high, but he quickly forces himself back into a rhythm so that you don’t lose the feeling you were chasing. You finally come to music of his whines and whimpers, too sensitive from the overstimulation. When your walls begin clenching him tight, he sobs but keeps moving, so familiar with your body to know how to keep moving to draw your orgasm out and make it as satisfying as possible. You melt into his chest when your strength gives out, and his movements slow. Seokmin rocks into you, measured and intentional movements despite his uneven breaths, determined to ignore his own oversensitivity to give you what you need. Finally, your knees tighten around his hips, a silent signal to stop moving. Seokmin is still shaking, almost violently, and he crushes you to his - very firm, ever comfortable - chest. His pulse is racing, easy to feel with your face buried in the crook of his neck. You’re just drifting back to sleep on top of him when he begins rolling carefully to the side to deposit you in the sheets. Before he can pull out or pull away, you lock your legs around his hips and growl. His breathy chuckle makes you pout harder.

“I really do have to go, love. I need another shower now,” the kiss on your forehead only soothes a little bit of your annoyance.

You hug him tighter, and he giggles at the petulant display.

You grumble, “want you to stay.”

“I know,” he leaves butterfly kisses over your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, “I want to stay with you, too.”

“So stay,” you whine, too sleepy and fucked out to feel self-conscious about how ridiculous you’re being, "just a while longer."

“You’re so cute,” he coos, “you loooooove me!”

“So much,” you cup his jaw, leaving a kiss on his chin.

Seokmin looks taken aback at the sincerity in your voice.

“I love you, too,” he whispers just before kissing you fully.

The kiss continues another few minutes before you finally break away and pout at him.

“You’ve still got to shower again, don’t you, Minnie?”

Seokmin groans and pushes up, his softened cock finally slipping out of you. You reluctantly loosen your legs from around his hips and let them splay to either side, leaving you on full display. Come slowly drips out of you under Seokmin’s heavy gaze.

“May-” he licks his lips without looking away, “maybe I can just record this afternoon with Woozi-hyung instead.”

A whine escapes him when you spread your legs wider, his come sliding out of you and onto the sheets below, “maybe you can.”

His eyes darken further, and his hands press your thighs wider.

“I think that’d be for the best,” he rasps just before he dives face first between your legs.


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1 year ago

strong muscular men tied up just for you to play with and make a mess of. you love how they squirm, you both know he’s not gonna get outta there anytime soon…. you need to torture his nipples and tip first.


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1 year ago

STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up


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1 year ago

18+ / mdi

18+ / Mdi
18+ / Mdi

content: loser!wonwoo, wonwoo's pov, some second hand embarrassment, afab reader, smut, phone sex, masturbation (m and f receiving), etc.

wc: 1638

part 1, part 2

a/n: loser!wonwoo is back 🫡

masterlist

wonwoo felt like he was in over his head.

it had been months that he had spent pining over you – watching you from afar and cringing at himself any time he'd finally meet your eyes and immediately look away in embarrassment at being caught. he was far too shy to ever even interact with you, often physically running away from you when he'd see you approaching.

despite being assigned as partners for the year book committee, he saw himself unable to even interact with you, maintaining a distance and keeping eye contact to a minimum.

even with all the precautions he took to reduce interactions with you as much as possible, he couldn't help but be insanely drawn to you. having to attend every school event with you proved to be a challenge, especially when it came to restraining his immense interest you. with a camera in hand and the prettiest subject in front of him, he couldn't help himself in sneaking a few pictures of you every now and then.

the pictures were entirely innocent in nature. just a few shots of you from afar, of your silhouette against the sunrise, of your natural state as you interacted with others. he was just enthralled by your beauty, needing to hold physical proof of it (especially since he knew he could never grow the balls to even attempt to actually make you his).

but now he was here, in this strange, yet enticing, situation.

in no universe had he ever expected you to show interest in him, much less in the way you did last night on his bed. you had been so sure of your want for him, starting with a few compliments (which inflated his ego immensely) and moving onto touches that he could still feel the traces of. your beauty had been even more breathtaking up close. he had seen every inch of you, quickly becoming addicted to your skin against his.

yet he had woken up alone this morning.

cuddling all night long, wonwoo received the best sleep of his life, having woken up at some point into the night with a reminder of last night's events when he felt your body pressed up against him. but now all that was left was an empty side of the bed with a surprise you had left behind.

his laptop laid where you had once been, closed but facing him. he knew he had not left it there last night, so it was clear to him you had left it there for him to see. opening it took his breath away, heart dropping all the way to his ass.

the first thing he saw was the open folder of his pictures of you – the candids he kept so close to his heart. next, he saw another tab open, displaying a few low quality pictures you had likely taken while he was asleep.

his lips instantly ran dry.

your hair was messy from your sleep, lips swollen from all the kisses he'd given you – kisses he could still taste ob his lips. the view displayed you from your chest up, bare breasts proudly making him lose his mind with their mere appearance. you had taken a few shots, cheeky smile on your face while you winked and stuck your tongue out in some of them, clearly teasing him. next to it all, you had left a brief message displayed on his notes app which made wonwoo's skin crawl in anticipation

some more pictures for your collection ;)

facetime me when you wake up? <3

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

wonwoo was surely in over his head, but he had no time to think about that as he scrambled for his phone, dialing your number as fast as he could.

you picked up within three rings.

"nonu?," your voice already had traces of lust in it, making wonwoo gulp in anticipation.

you were laying in bed, hair still quite messy and a sleepy look in your eyes. it appeared that you'd left early in the morning and caught some more sleep before wonwoo could even have the chance to realize you had left.

"h-hi."

unlike you, his phone was pointed upwards, showing his ceiling rather than himself. he felt far too vulnerable to show himself despite having been with you just last night.

"baby," you whined, "wanna see you. show me? i'll make it worth your while," you sing-sang at him, knowing he couldnt resist a single word from you.

grabbing his phone with shaky hands, he pointed it at himself, now able to show you the mess that he was with just the mere sight of your breasts that you had left behind for him to find.

you chuckled, "did you like my pictures, nonu?"

that's when he panicked. he had completely forgotten the embarrassment of having a secret folder of your photos as soon as he'd seen the new ones.

fuck. this was so mortifying.

his worry must've shown in his face, as you interrupted his thoughts almost immediately.

"it's okay, baby, i don't mind. just wanted to help you out a little," you giggled, "i'm touched, really."

"i'm so sorry, i-"

"what did i just say, nonu? it's fine. so adorable that you'd keep such pretty pictures of me," you smiled as you repositioned yourself, leaning on one elbow and lowering the camera enough to show the cleavage you were sporting, "now tell me – did you like my pictures?"

"y-yes", he breathed, "thank you for- for the pictures. you look so pretty, i- can i keep them? fuck, i'm sorry, just- you look so beautiful," he stammered pathetically.

your response was yet another giggle, "of course, cutie. they're for you to keep," you paused, "but on one condition ..."

"a-anything."

"show me how much you liked them?", you made eyes at him, batting your eyelashes in a way that made wonwoo want to melt into his bed.

"o-oh, i-"

"lemme see? please?", you pouted, repositioning yourself again to sit up a bit more.

"show you? i- i don't-"

"want me to start?", you went to play with the straps of your tank top, not truly removing them but simply rolling them a bit to tease him.

nodding dumbly, he stared right into the phone with wide eyes, lip finding its way between his teeth at the sight of you beginning to pull off your top.

moments later and you were shirtless, having set the phone down in front of you as you sat criss cross and began to softly play with your tits for him.

"y-you're so- fuck, you're so pretty, i- please, i want ... fuck," he had no idea what he was begging for, but he needed more of it. he needed some sort of friction to fix the boner he had been forming from the moment he saw those pictures.

"it's your turn, nonu," you sighed as you toyed with your nipples, "show me that pretty cock, baby."

he was too lustful to feel shy anymore, simply nodding as he set up his phone so you could see him take out his cock, hands immediately getting to work as groans filled his room.

"so pretty, nonu ... fuck, such a gorgeous cock," you sighed as one of your hands snuck under your shorts, disappearing into a land wonwoo wanted to explore oh-so badly.

"can't wait to have you again, baby. you were so good for me last night. so sweet and made me feel so so good," your eyes were closed in pleasure as you sighed praise about him.

"m-me? you made m-me lose my mind," his moans were getting breathier as his fist went crazy on his cock, eyes hooded yet still glued to you, "i'll never get over it. you're so p-perfect. need you again, fuck, please. tell me i can have you again, i need- need to have you," he practically whined.

"oh, nonu," you cried as your fingers fiddled on your cunt, "i'll give you anything you want. so fucking good for me. thought you didn't like me, shit. was so sad cause you kept avoiding me, and- and-"

"no!", he practically growled, knowing his end was coming by how desperately he kept humping into his hand, "like you so much. i was too shy, too- too much of a fucking loser to talk to you," he admitted, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he attempted to drive himself to his orgasm, "m g-gonna cum, fuck, i- i like you so much, i promise," he repeated once more, silently begging for you to goad him into cumming.

"like you too, nonu, i- i'll cum with you. okay, baby? just keep playing with your cock, 'm almost there," one of your hands went back up to your tits, pulling and pinching at your nipples in a way that had wonwoo envious those were not his lips wrapping around them.

a tiny, pitchy whine from you was what broke wonwoo's resolve, making him cum into his fist while the rest went flying onto his stomach and sheets, a deep groan accompanying his release. he was able to catch most of yours as you came at the sight of him, crying out 'nonu' and a few expletives in the midst of praising him.

you hummed once you recollected yourself, offering him a teasing smile once more before reaching your phone to wordlessly hang up, only offering him a wink before pressing the button.

wonwoo sat there in disbelief for a few seconds before receiving a new notification from his phone, immediately taking a hold of it to check it.

this is my address:

come over? ;)

bring your camera <3

wonwoo had never jumped up faster, doing a messy job of cleaning himself up and running to get some sweats before grabbing his instant camera and running out the door.


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1 year ago

overstimulating sub!dokeyom pls its been on my mind all day 😵‍💫

18+ / mdi

Overstimulating Sub!dokeyom Pls Its Been On My Mind All Day
Overstimulating Sub!dokeyom Pls Its Been On My Mind All Day

content: sub!seokmin, softdom!reader, afab reader, established relationship implied, smut, handjob, mentions of penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 806

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"that's- oh, fuck, that's so good, oh ..."

"yeah? want me to keep going?", you murmured against his ear, taking in the full-body shudder you felt seokmin go under.

"y-yes, please don't stop," he leaned further into you, larger body somehow melting into your own despite his larger size.

with your arms and legs wrapped around the boy, he leaned back into your chest, whimpering any time your hand would go a little extra hard on the hard cock it was currently holding.

it had been about an hour since the boy first sat against you as you toyed with his dick, hands occasionally going up to pull at his sensitive nipples all while your lips suckled at his neck and kissed at his ears. seokmin had become a mess only five minutes into your touches.

everything began with the pretty boy coming home entirely too exhausted from a long day at work (followed by the gym since he'd always been a gym rat at heart), falling straight into bed without much more than a quick hello and a kiss to you. not having any of it, you decided to help your boyfriend out by giving helping him with his skincare and offering a massage.

the idea of the massage had died off the moment you decided to help him out of his clothes, becoming entirely too enticed by how pretty he looked completely bare and far too pliant to your touch due to his exhaustion. getting him to sit up against you as you felt him up was far too easy. getting his cock hard had been even less of a difficulty, as the boy was simply too easy to rile up.

after a few suggestive touches, he began begging for you completely unprompted. not one to ever resist touching him, you played with him in the softest way you could, knowing that such soft touches would quickly drive him into delirium.

now he sat against you, soft breaths leaving his mouth accompanied by the occasional whimpers for more. he was more sensitive than usual, leading to a chorus of cries filling the room as you loved on him.

"want more ... fuck, n-not enough, please ...", he eventually came to whimper after a while of touches with no real gratification attached.

"more? what do you want, pretty? want my hand off your cock? hmm?"

"n-no! just- just ... more, oh- oh, fuck," he let his head fall back against your shoulder the moment your thumb began rubbing at his sensitive tip all while your other hand pinched roughly at his nipple.

"this? you want me to make you cum, minnie?", you murmured into his ear.

"y-your p-pussy. feels so good, b-but need your pussy, fuck, please," he pleaded, wiggling against you petulantly.

his body was clearly fighting against the pleasure from your fist around him and the sheer need to feel your cunt wrapped around him.

there was a mean part of your brain that decided to ignore his inner turmoil, however. making him cum pathetically into your fist as he begged for pussy just sounded too appealing for you to pass up. this thought made your hand speed up, meanly toying at him whilst your other hand grabbed at his balls to add to the stimulations.

the poor boy was unable to contain himself properly, moaning and groaning as his orgasm began to approach.

"b-baby, n-no, fuck. d-don't stop, oh, fuck, please ..."

"no? but i thought you wanted my cunt?," you taunted him, hands not stopping its movements.

mindlessly, he began shaking his head with a pout on his lips, "want it, i swear! want your pretty cunt, b-baby, just- just, please ... need to cum s-so bad," seokmin whimpered breathlessly.

"then cum for me, baby. cum and i'll give you whatever you want, pretty," you kissed at his neck as you reassured him, giving him the greenlight to finally let go.

"t-thank you. thank you, fuck. thank y-oh! fuck ..."

throughout his orgasm, you continued playing with his cock, drinking in the broken gasps he kept hiccuping out. you touched and felt him up up until he began begging you to stop. that mean part of your brain insisted on you to keep going until he cried for you, but you knew how exhausted he was, so you saved that thought for later.

once his orgasm finally subsided, he fell against you, murmuring nonsensical words gratitude and breathing out the in relaxation.

you gave him no time to settle into you before making your way out of the bed, gesturing at him to get up by tugging at his hand.

"c'mon, baby. let me draw you a bath so you can relax a little more."

"will i- can you-"

"yes, baby. i'll keep my promise. you can have my cunt if you're good," you chuckled at his stammering.


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1 year ago

HE LIKES TO GET TIED UP — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: sub!jisung, dom!reader, established relationship, dirty talk, use of “whore”, face slapping, bondage, choking, cumming in pants a/n: reupload. old blog got suspended!

HE LIKES TO GET TIED UP JISUNG.
HE LIKES TO GET TIED UP JISUNG.
HE LIKES TO GET TIED UP JISUNG.

"this is a terrible idea."

"hmm... is it?" you hummed as you tied the last knots on jisung’s wrists to the headboard. a quiet whisper escaped his lips, making you grin. "we haven't even started and you're already making sweet little noises for me?"

it all began with a joke about tying him up and then both of you making a bet that he won’t even get slightly hard from that. you were so ready to prove with wrong, because you knew - jisung liked being tied up.

it’s no coincidence that out of all eight members he was the one being constantly tied up. he was still denying his enjoyment during this, but you’ve always seen it in his eyes. you could read him like an open book.

it was an understatement to say that jisung looked absolutely fucking hot sitting in front of you with his wrists tied up. he even put on annoyed look on his face to make you believe his words. he was trying so hard to show you that he is not affected at all, while immensely biting his bottom lip. how cute.

he was wearing a white shirt, the first few buttons of a collar already undone, revealing his thin collarbones with some marks left from yesterday.

you crawled back a bit and took at look at the view from afar. to be honest, you were holding yourself together quite well for being incredibly turned on.

but who could blame you? jisung - quite possibly the sexiest man alive - was currently tied up to your bed with an embarrassed look on his face. he was at least a bit hard already - you could tell that from the growing outline of his dick in his pants. he looked utterly gorgeous, and all yours for the taking.

"don't look at me like that," he blushed, shooting you a dirty glare. "i don't even know why i agreed to this stupid bet."

"because you love me and you know you are just a submissive whor-“

"alright, understood. point made." jisung scowled, cutting off your words.

honestly, how does he always get into these situations? he's supposed to be the one on top of you, but here he was - tied to a fucking headboard, like some submissive bitch. and he is not submissive.

waisting no more time, you started removing your own clothes, giving him the best show. you could feel his eyes on you, following your breasts as they dropped from your shirt and jiggled, hypnotizing him. jisung felt his heart stop for a second. he bit his bottom lip and let his eyes take glare at every pinch of your body. he didn’t want to admit it, but he never got used to the sight of you naked. every time he found himself staring like a fool.

“holy shit,” he breathed. “jagi... you look so-”

he was cut off by you crawling on his lap, settling on his thighs, making him breath out heavily.

“remember what you said? you won’t even get a slight hard on? hm?” you teased, moving your hips against his crotch. “then what is this?”

his breath hitched. “jagi, you are cheating…”

“am i? i didn’t even touch you properly and you are already leaking over being tied up like a whore.”

your words made him whimper. it flushed you with heat. the want and need were radiating from him, his eyes not setting you off sight. jisung couldn’t deny, the cheeky look on your face and the mischievous glint in your eyes was turning him on even more. he slightly pulled at the ropes on his wrists - a sudden urge to take you right here as his dick was growing harder.

jisung was getting impatient - you could tell by the way his thighs tensed up under you. finally giving in, you left soft kisses on his lips, engaging him into a passionate make out. your lips, your hands, they felt like a balm on that burning ache. that made him push his head on the headboard, moaning into your mouth. 

instinctively, he tried to lift his hands to touch you, but failed. the burning feeling of the ropes holding his wrists made him moan again so desperately. there was nothing you wanted more than to untie him right now and let him ruin your wet pussy, but you needed to stay strong, even though you were throbbing in your panties. he bucked under you, mouth opening under your kiss. you bit his bottom lip and dragged your teeth, making his hips move even more.

"does that feel good, baby?"

"mhm." jisung made a noise that sounded more pained than you’ve ever heard from him. it light something up inside you.

jisung’s forehead fell limp upon your shoulder, breath tickling your skin. you smiled in satisfaction. watching him fall apart under your body was the best gift, no matter how many times it happened.

you chuckled, admiring his flushed face. "you look so beautiful like this, pretty boy."

that's it.

you've really done it now.

"untie me." he mumbled as an order, looking directly into your eyes with his head still hanging low.

“i think you are enjoying it quite a lot right now, so there is no point for me to untie you yet, baby.”

you watched as he swallowed hard, the gulp going down his throat. the pulsating sensation of his cock between your legs made you fully wet by now. you’ve got a bit dizzy with how good it felt. his panting was getting quicker and quicker, but the flush on his cheeks and red tips on the ears were a signal that he still couldn’t admit to his desires.

“it’s okay, baby. just let go. i see that you are enjoying this.” you made eye contact with him again, before pressing your lips onto his, parting them open with your tongue. he gasped in your mouth, hips bucking up, trying to fuck into you.

“oh, fuck, i’m so hard... it’s embarrassing…” he whined, breaking the kiss.

“no, it’s not and there is no need to be embarrassed. enjoy it while you can, baby.” you brought your hand to his neck and gently circled it, while he whined with chest-deep desperation. the noise he let out was beyond anything you’ve ever heard him make before - raspy and high-pitched at the same time, combined by deep, heavy pants.

“i- i’m gonna- oh god-”

“don’t.” you chastised him and he squeezed his eyes shut and whined. he gulped in a few deep breaths, hips kept trying to grind against you - eager for any source of friction. “you will when i say so. look at me.”

he did as you said, looking up at you with frantic eyes.

“good boy.”

he whined out. “oh my god. you’re too good at this.”

you chuckled. it was hard to believe what you were seeing. your usually dominant jisung was tied up and desperately humping under you while your hand was wrapped around his throat. and he seemed to be loving every second of it.

“want me to slap you?”

he didn’t answer - only looked at you with those eyes and oh my god. the want and need that was inside them. he was flushed and dewy and gorgeous, and his broad chest was heaving desperately. you were lost of words, but delivered as he requested.

without any warning you slapped him across the face. the sound started you for a second. jisung’s head turned with the impact of the slap, his jaw falling open. it surely sounded harder than it felt, ringing out loud, but as you were about to ask jisung if he is okay, he looked at you in a way he has never looked at you before. the desire and desperation of his gaze moved right through you. heat simmered below the surface of your skin. 

“did you like that? getting slapped like you’ve been bad?”

suddenly, a gasp. he squirmed under you, leaning back as his thighs trembled. you widened your eyes in surprise, feeling flustered. did he just came from you slapping him? you watched as he furrowed his brows and let out a shaky sigh.

"did you actually just-"

jisung would not look up, embarrassed. the tips of his ears turned crimson again.

"i- fuck-" voice low and out of breath. he closed his eyes and bit his lip to ground himself a little bit more. "felt too good…” he suddenly groaned. “fuck, you didn’t even get fully undressed!”

“baby, it doesn’t matter to me as long as you felt good, okay?” you cupped his cheeks in your hands, leaving a peck on his lips. he nodded, agreeing with you. “plus, it was really fucking hot,” you added, and jisung blushed even more. “guess you lost the bet.”

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1 year ago

HEHEHEHEHE u controlling binnie’s vibrator in public……

inspired by the recent skz code episode where bin goes grocery shopping alone for the first time <3

🏷️: exhibitionism, sex toys

HEHEHEHEHE U Controlling Binnies Vibrator In Public
HEHEHEHEHE U Controlling Binnies Vibrator In Public
HEHEHEHEHE U Controlling Binnies Vibrator In Public

changbin wants fried dumplings, jeon, and aglio e olio.

your sweetheart’s specific cravings have you taking a last minute excursion to the nearest grocery store, and changbin grumbles under his breath when you snatch the cart from his hands, leaving him the task of grabbing the necessary ingredients while you steer down the aisles.

the grocery list in your notes app stares back at him while he looks down at it warily, and a quick left turn has changbin walking into the side of your cart, wheels skidding noisily on the floor.

“eyes up, big boy. we need pasta~” you smile, and changbin grumbles again.

“i’m trying, s-sorry, sorry. i- pasta, yes.”

his cheeks are adorably pink already, perspiration beads at his hairline. if changbin walks a little funny with the weight of the toy inside his sweet hole, no one other than you will be able to guess why. he likes being full, especially after you fuck him nice and hard. fuck him on your strap and plug him right up after to keep him loose enough for you to use again when you please.

the fact that his plug vibrates, though, will do more than loosen him up for you.

“oh! garlic. there, bin. can you grab it, please?”

changbin follows the direction of your pointing finger and reaches for the small bag of garlic cloves. the second he lifts his arm, you swipe away from your grocery list and into the app for his vibrating plug, turning it on its lowest setting. changbin’s knees buckle, and he wobbles in place, steadying himself on the grate of the cart.

“y’bo,” he wheezes. “h-here? here, oh i-” he shudders.

“right here, bunny.” you pout when he looks at you. he’s too cute, eyebrows scrunched up and eyes sparkling pools of wantwantwant. he adjusts his grip on the cart, and the veins in his hand bulge in response.

“please,” he whimpers, pretty, brown eyes looking pitifully into yours. “please, i don’t know if i can- focus. it’s too- too good, too good.”

your eyes travel down to the crotch of his pants. his black cargo pants are baggy enough that the bulge of his hardening cock isn’t too noticeable unless you’re looking, but changbin drops one of his hands to shyly cover it anyway.

“don’t want me to see your pretty cock?” you ask, tilting your head. “it’s mine; shouldn’t i get to see it?”

changbin nods his affirmation but catches himself, changing his mind and shaking his head. he’s embarrassed. his curls bounce with the movement, and you smile wickedly. you can’t help but coo at how cute he is, white-knuckling the front of the grocery cart with one hand and covering his lap with the other.

“you saw it earlier!” he whines. like that makes a difference, you want to see it all the time. a cute, fat little thing. “please, please yeobo, i’ll cum.” his sentence trails off into a whisper.

you spare him for now, pouting again and glancing down at your phone so you can turn the plug off with one swipe of your thumb. he breathes a visible sigh of relief when you do and quickly snatches the bag of garlic off the shelf before you surprise him again, dropping it in the cart.

it’s not until you send him on his way to look for chili flakes while you search for wheat powder that you decide to play with his toy again. changbin isn’t naive, he walks slowly down the aisle like he’s just waiting for you to sneakily turn his plug on, and he turns around when he reaches the mouth of the aisle to level you with a non-menacing glare.

“what?!” you say, holding your hands up in surrender. “i’m not even doing anything!”

you know changbin doesn’t pay nearly enough attention when you shop together to know where the chili flakes are. you’ll give him a head start, let him settle down a little bit before making your way to him so you can play.

the wheat powder is easy enough to find, and after placing it in the cart, you’re on your way to find changbin.

he’s easy enough to find too. when you finally spot your love, his back is toward you. he’s nowhere near the chili flakes. instead, he’s looking at the strawberries. you stop your cart at the end of the aisle and peek around it. changbin hasn’t seen you yet, too busy looking at the difference between two cartons of berries to notice you scheming.

you’re unlocking your phone and sliding your thumb up the app before you can think twice. changbin yelps, fumbling with the cartons before he frantically holds them both to his chest and looks around to see if there was anyone around him. your feet move toward him on their own accord, and changbin whips his head in your direction as you make your way to him.

he’s shockingly quiet when you get close enough to touch him, but his mouth has dropped open and he’s breathing heavily. changbin looks a little too debauched to be standing in the fruit aisle of a grocery store, eyes half-lidded and pink tongue wetting his bottom lip.

the buzzing of the toy is more noticeable now that you’ve turned it to a higher setting, but it’s still faint enough that you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t paying close attention.

“did you find something yummy?”

his head nods slowly, shakily, and he places the top carton of strawberries in the cart without looking. you take the other carton and place it back on the shelf for him, your boy too dazed with pleasure to do it himself. changbin stands knock-kneed at the front of the cart, and you wrap yourself around him after you put the strawberries up. you’re standing innocently enough that it seems as if you’re looking down into your cart together, and you squeeze your arm around him when he whimpers.

“want me to take you home, sweetness?” you ask, and changbin nods against the side of your head. “want me to play with your tiny little hole again?” another nod. he tucks himself against your side so sweetly that you have to coo.

changbin shudders when you swipe your thumb again to turn his plug off. he’s needy now, greedy for your attention and touch as you begin to hurry around the store to finish collecting the ingredients for tonight’s dinner. he follows so closely behind you that he bumps into your back nearly every time you pause to grab an item from your list.

“sorry. sorry, did i hurt you?” he asks after his foot catches on the back of your shoe, chest bumping lightly against your shoulders.

“i’m okay, don’t worry. why don’t you stand beside me so you can hold my hand?”

changbin moves to stand beside you, and his left hand comes up to rest over your right where it’s pushing the bar of the cart.

“are we done? can we please go? i- let’s go home and play, yeobo,” changbin says. his voice is soft, quiet against the shell of your ear, and he presses a kiss to it. you know he’s close to begging, and you’re getting desperate yourself. seeing your big, strong man reduced to pleading eyes and high-pitched whimpers had your panties dampening right away.

you finally swipe at a bottle of chili flakes off of the shelf and it clatters into your cart. the sooner you pay, the sooner you can leave.

“let’s go home, changbin-ah.”


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1 year ago
Lee Jihoon She Got The Ruby
Lee Jihoon She Got The Ruby
Lee Jihoon She Got The Ruby

Lee Jihoon  ✶ 𓂃   She got the Ruby

w.c : 3.0 k ┊ synopsis : Lee jihoon accidentally rizzed up a rich woman and successfully gets pegged by her┊ content warning : smut , sub jihoon, pegging , face sitting/oral sex , lowkey sugar mommy dynamic , uji and his ruby red kink (red lips + red heels + red strap)

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Lee Jihoon She Got The Ruby

The first time Jihoon meets you it's at a bar. He doesn’t drink often, much less goes to a bar, but he’d been having a creative block in his studio for too long and it had got him feeling weary of his own studio and his shitty studio was that last place he wanted to be.

You were sitting alone, and he’d thought he could flirt with you. Not that he really thought he had a chance at all, you looked so gorgeous, dressed up a little too formally for a bar, but gorgeous nonetheless, and all while he was wearing an old stretched tee over ripped jeans, his impulsively bleached hair long and messy. But his pockets were light and a whiskey hit harder than local beer and he wouldn't mind using a stranger to vent.

“Hey, buy me a drink?” He tried, sliding by you. In all honesty Jihoon doesn't know a thing about flirting and picking up (only if he had listened to a bit of Mingyu's bizarre flirting lessons). He was stiff and awkward, his smile tight.

“No, why would I?” You were colder on the inside than what appeared on the surface. 

Jihoon held his hand up, “shit, sorry. I just had to try flirting once, y'know,” he said awkwardly, trying to retreat back.

“Oh,” you say, stopping him in his steps, “I didn't realise you were flirting.”

“You didn’t?” jihoon chuckles, “doesn’t it happen a lot to you? I'd find it hard to believe it if doesn't.”

“It doesn't,” you say, pulling the chair beside you to make space for him to sit. He raises his eyebrows at his own luck and slides into the seat, “what will you drink, then?”

“A whiskey sounds good,” Jihoon smiles, feeling a bit more confident now that you set the bar so low for him. You simply nod at the bartender who pours a neat glass of some expensive looking whiskey. He glances between you and the bartender, and feels the urge to stop you, “hey, that looks expensive, you don’t really have to-”

“Don’t bother the price,” you say, passing the glass to him, “you can continue flirting with me now.”

Jihoon doesn’t, infact, flirt. After just one glass of whiskey, he’s tipsy enough to spill every detail of his miserable life, from his sloppy job as a music artist and producer, to his shitty apartment at the outskirts of the city to his music block and absolute need for new inspiration. 

When Jihoon got a little too drunk, you ordered a cab for him to drop him home. 

He wasn't much of a talker usually, but alcohol in his system always made him a little weird. You had ended up knowing everything about your life. And he knew nothing but your name and the phone number you gave him.

The next morning he woke up with a hangover, still remembering last night. He tried to look up for you, in hopes of finding some social media so he knew a little more of you before he could think of contacting you.

Of everything else, he didn't expect the first thing to pop up would be a Wikipedia of your name. Oh.

Holy shit, did he just flirt with one of the richest business women in all of Korea!

He doesn't contact you after that knowledge, having read everything about you (especially your net worth). The number you gave him was probably fake too. Ugh, he'd probably embarrassed himself in front of you.

Lee Jihoon She Got The Ruby

He met you again. And again. And again.

He'd learnt that you didn't go to bars often, you were just waiting for a business partner who was supposed to meet you there, only to have cancelled last minute due to his sick wife. 

“I'm glad I waited to finish my drink.” You'd told him, making his ears and neck heat up.

You two were at a musical exhibit, where Jihoon had performed a few of his songs as the opening guest, dressed in the expensive tailored suit you bought him as you yourself dressed in a black bodycon formal dress finished with a blazer, your sleeves rolled up. 

You'd bought him a rare expensive vinyl CD of his favourite Bruno Mars album. 

“I can't take that, it's too costly,” he said. He didn't want you to think that he was friends with you just for your money, because he really wasn't. “Besides, I don't have a vinyl player.”

“I do,” You say nonchalantly, “you can come over and listen to it whenever you like.”

That isn't the only thing you buy for him. Every time he tries to nod you off for it being too expensive or too big for his place, you'd take it to yours. So he had naturally ended up spending a lot of time at your penthouse. It was big and spacious and you'd told him there was enough space to fit in all his musical accessories that he couldn't keep at his own apartment.

He'd come there often after finishing his work at studio. He'd been inspired lately, writing different songs and making new beats every now and then. He'd even send you a few samples for you to review. 

“It sounds amazing,” you'd said as you pulled off his headphones, “what's the title?”

“Haven't thought of it yet. The chorus is still kinda funky. Once I get it the lyrics right, I'll have a title,” he said. 

He often thought his hoodies and electric guitars and the drum set and all the vinyls and vintage albums you bought him didn't fit your house aesthetic. But you never said anything about it.

He's eating dinner with you now at yet another expensive and fancy restaurant you took him to. He thinks you look gorgeous. Really gorgeous. Just out-of-his-league gorgeous. Your silky slip red dress and red lipstick and matching red heals did things to his heart (and dick) he couldn't explain. 

He just wants to bed you so bad. He wants you to fuck him so bad. 

He watches as you order another bottle of champagne for the two of you. He should feel more guilty, he thinks, for taking so much from you. Instead, he feels comfortable and pleased. He's always been the provider and the protector in any of his previous relationships – not that he minded to be the same with you, but it felt good to be taken care of once instead. He feels safe around you, and happy as well, and he's not an easy talk, but you hear him talk whenever he talks too. And he doesn't know what he must have done to get someone as perfect as you in his life.

“Hey, why do you like me,” he'd said impulsively, “why me?”

You could have had anyone you want in this world. Jihoon firmly believed that, with not only your wealth but for how beautiful you were, inside and out. He thinks you don't realise that, but he knows it.

You look up at him, lips opening and closing slightly, before speaking, “would you… like to come home with me tonight?”

Lee Jihoon She Got The Ruby

Jihoon's back hit the wall as soon as you two reached the bedroom of your penthouse, his lips feverishly kissing yours. You were strong – not stronger than him, but you also made him feel weak. You pinned him against the wall, your one hand holding two of his above his head as the other reached to hold a handful of his hair. 

He'd moan in your mouth every time you'd tug a little too hard. He loved it. He loves how you tower over him in your 4-inches red high heels. He's usually very dominant in bed, but you make him feel so submissive. 

He feels dumbbed out by the kiss when you pull away, panting as you place butterfly kisses over his jaw and neck. “Shit, y/n, I want you so bad,” he whispered against your hair.

“Will you strip for me, baby?”

Jihoon would do anything for you if you call him baby in your sweet, seductive voice. You leave his hands so he can help himself, unbuttoning the silk black shirt (that you bought for him), carelessly pulling them off his shoulders and yanking them off to the floor. He undid his trousers and pulled them down to his thighs, letting gravity do the rest of the work, all while you nibbled over the skin of his neck.

“These too, baby boy,” you said, tapping on his black CK boxer briefs. Shyly, but surely, Jihoon let go of those too, now completely bare in front of you. You looked down at him, your hand ghosting over the curves of his body, making Jihoon shiver. He could feels your stare over his dick, which had gotten half hard already. You rest your hand over his abs, meeting his eyes again, “Shit, you're so pretty, hoon.”

He wanted to say you were prettier, but his voice was stuck in his throat. You pressed another kiss on his lips before taking his hand and bringing him to your bed, making him sit on the edge. You stripped for him next, giving him a full show as you slipped off your dress, your matching black lace lingerie a sight to his eyes. He immediately put his hand to the back of your knee to pull you on the bed on top of him, but you pullled back, chuckling at him.

“Patience, my baby boy.”

Jihoon let out a shaky breath, pulling his hand back to himself as he watched you undo your bra and let it slip down your shoulders and onto the floor. His mouth watered at sight of your breasts, soft and heavy and perfectly shaped. He held himself back from touching you, even as his cock was completely hard against his torso by now. Your panties came down next, and when you bent down to take off your heels, he stopped you by your wrists, “c-can you not take them off yet?” he asked you, then added in a sweeter voice, “please?”

There was a smile on your face. “Of course, anything for my baby.”

Jihoon’s cheeks grew red a little again, and he looked up at you expectantly.

“What do you want, hoonie?” you cooed softly, cupping his cheek in your right hand, brushing a thumb on it slowly.

“I-i want you,” jihoon said shyly, embarrassed at stuttering the way he did. 

You laugh at him. “You want me? You are gonna have to earn it baby.”

You gently guided his face to your crotch, lifting your one leg up on the bed to give him access. For jihoon, it was nothing short of a dream come true, to have his face smushed over the paradise of your pussy. He held your juicy thighs for support, as he licked a stripe between your folds. In return, he felt your grip on his hair tightening, pulling against his scalp. He was lapping you up like a dog after that. You were wet. So wet. And he wanted to drink all of your juices.

You were moaning softly above him as pushed you by your thighs closer to his face, sliding a tongue into your heat as his nose pressed against your clit. He couldnt help but want more. It wasn’t his fault, you had conditioned him to want the best of everything by spoiling him like that. 

“Baby, can you sit on my face?” he asked, looking up at you with hooded eyes, and you nodded in a yes immediately. He let his body fall back on the bed and you scooted over to his head. You were still holding yourself up, trying not to squish his face. But jihoon wanted exactly for you to squish his face down, to be pressed against your pussy till he couldn’t breathe. So he pulled your thighs down so you were sitting on his face like it was a fucking stool.

He heard you gasp a little when his tongue was right back at action. He suckled on your clit a little, not enough to drive you over the edge, but just enough to make you moan above him. He put his tongue back in its place inside your vagina and he suddenly wished he had two tongues so he could simultaneously fuck you with one and play with your clit with the other. Unfortunately, he didn’t have that choice, so he simply settled on performing the best oral he ever has eith only one tongue.

His pace wasn’t too fast, so to make your experience last longer and better, but not so slow it would be annoying for you. It was the perfect pace to get you moaning. When he felt your thighs start to shake a little, he knew you were close. He put his mouth over your clit once again, sucking harder to ride you to your high, until you were wetting his face with your cum. Fuck, he couldn’t believe he made you squirt for his first time.

You scooted back to sit on his chest now, stabilizing yourself after the amazing orgasm jihoon gave you. He rubbed comforting small and warm circles on your thighs, until you were down from you high, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. 

“was I good?”

“So good, baby,” you say, leaning down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Gon’ make you feel s’good,” you say against his lips. 

You both reposistion so that jihoon was lying down straight on the bed,his head supported by your pillows as you hovered on top of him, your knees encaging either sides of his hips. You kissed him again, your tongue finding it's way in his mouth, making him gasp, his hands gripping your shoulders with need. 

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” You ask gently.

“Yes.” 

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Mh,” Jihoon nods. He usually dominates his way in bed. He's good at it, doing all the work add giving his partners complete pleasure. But he's taken it before, and he can take it now too. He wants to take it. He wants to take you. “I want you so bad, y/n.” 

He doesn't know how you do it, make him feel all weak and submissive for you. He waits patiently as you climb off him to get your strap-on. His palms are sweating and his cock is as hard as it can be as he watched you put on the harness. He didn't think someone could look as elegant and beautiful as you did while putting on a strap on.

The silicon end of the strap was a hot angry red, and matched with the red heels you still wore and your red lips intact from the smudge-proof lipstick makes Jihoon want to moan just looking at you. It's impossible for any being to look as sexy as you did at that moment. When you climbed back on the bed, pulling a lube bottle from the night table, his mouth almost watered at the sight of you.

You got between his legs, pulling his knees to either side of your hips so his ass was raised just enough for you to slip a hand under. You coated your fingers with an adequate amount of lube before circling his puckering hole, slipping in a digit. It made Jihoon arch his back with a moan muffled by his arm covering his mouth. 

He'd cleaned himself before meeting you, but he was still tight. Your fingers were gentle, easing him at a comfortable pace. You leaned back down to his neck, nipping over the skin to mark your territory. You pushed his arm from his mouth, “let me hear you, beautiful.” 

Jihoon was very vocal in bed, more so when he was submissive. Your fingers felt amazing on him. When he eased around one, you pushed another finger in, your hand caressing his thighs comfortingly. 

Your fingers curled inside him, close enough to his prostate, making him whimper your name. You move up again, hungry for his lips, kissing him messily and sloppily as he moans against your mouth. 

“Baby, do you think you're ready yet?” You ask him and he nods positively. Your silicone cock is big, bigger than him probably, but he thinks he could take you now. Besides, he'd like a little stretch of it too.

You smile against his lips, taking out your fingers and coating your cock with more lube. You enter the tip first, watching the man under you press his face into the pillow beside him, his drool sticking out as he moaned, taking the rest of it too. He relaxed around it, giving you a go to move.

You slam your hips against his, earning another loud sound from him. You couldn't care less about making noise, you lived in a penthouse with thick walls. You wanted to hear Jihoon moan and whimper your name, drink in his sweet noises. 

As you accelerated the pace, Jihoon arched his back, whimpering little ah-ah-ah’s, clutching the bedsheets under him you held his thighs up, hosting his right knee on your shoulder to get the perfect angle to get to his prostate every time. 

You loved the way Jihoon fell apart under you. You could tell he was close already, so you take hold of his leaking cock, giving it attention it needed finally. Not long after Jihoon is shooting white ropes all over his stomach, breathing heavily. 

You bend down and kiss the satisfied smile on his lips, slowly exiting him as he relaxed down there. You took a few tissues from the night table and cleaned up Jihoon and yourself lazily before taking off your strap and heels. You lied down beside him, pulling a blanket over the two of you. You didn't need to be told that Jihoon wanted to cuddle, so you slipped on top of him yourself, resting your cheek against his shoulder and wrapping a hand around his waist.

“Felt good, baby?”

“Mm, s’good,” Jihoon sighed, hugging you tighter. Tonight was indeed productive. Not only did Jihoon get fucked up so good after so long, but he was also inspired by you(r red cock) and finally had a name for the track he'd been working on lately: Ruby.


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Take It Like A Real Man
Take It Like A Real Man

Take It Like A Real Man

sub!chan x dom!afab!reader 🔞

✨ synopsis: Chris has been a consistent dom throughout your entire relationship, which is why you are very surprised when he asks for one of your biggest sexual fantasies to come true.

✨ request from: @chrizzztopherbang

✨ warnings: degradation, offensive language, anal play, pegging, probably some more?

You’d been toying with Chan for the past several weeks. With the way that he made you feel, how could you not?

You loved your boyfriend, don’t get me wrong. And sex with him was amazing every time. But maybe you just wanted to… spice things up a bit?

Chan was the most dominant guy you’d ever been with in the bedroom. Choking you, spanking you, and pounding the absolute shit out of you almost every day. You felt so small underneath him. Like a toy to him. But lately… you thought about what it would be like for him to be a toy for you.

He’d been looking too good recently. Walking around in his slutty little tank tops and his sweatpants. His jaw was looking sharper than usual and you could tell his biceps were getting bigger day by day. You’d almost shudder from excitement every time he came up to hug you from behind, feeling the outline of his bulge graze you ever so slightly, though you knew that wasn’t his intention. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly one thing, but there was something (everything) about him that was driving you insane.

So you decided to… test the waters. You began to initiate the make-outs more. You decided you’d be the one to climb on top of him more. The first to grind into him and take charge. To push him down and hold him there while you rode him on top. And the more you got comfortable, you felt like you could be rougher too, lightly choking him and whispering dirty things to him.

And by his reaction, you could tell that he fucking loved it. However, by the end of the night, he always ended up taking over. He’d still fuck you into oblivion with your face in the pillow until you couldn’t breathe. No matter what you did to him, he was a dom after all.

One day after work, a bright sign caught your attention. You’d driven past it a million times without a second thought. But today, something about it felt different. The sign for a sex shop.

You figured it couldn’t hurt to go in and look around. Maybe buy a few things that looked fun. You strolled through each section, getting some essentials like lube and sex toy cleaner. But as you walked past, the bondage and sub sections caught your eye. One thing specifically. A strap on harness with a vibrator built in for your clit.

You couldn’t help but be curious. And let’s be real, Chan would never want that… Would he? He’d always ended up giving into his dom tendencies no matter how much you offered up.

‘It would be stupid to buy it,’ you said to yourself, pulling your arm back in. ‘Just a waste of money.’

After you’d stepped only a few feet away, you were already stopped by another product you’d only ever seen online. A cock ring.

You took the box into your hands, reading it over and flipping it around to get a good look. It didn’t look too intimidating. Nothing too scary.

‘Now this… maybe this I could work with,’ you grinned.

You balanced the box in your hands along with your other products. You turned on your heels to exit the section and head towards the register before you could be tempted by anything else that you saw. Everything that Chan wouldn’t want.

You walked only a few feet though before you stopped. Your mind couldn’t kick it out. The strap on. How hot Chan would look under you. If he was able to take it all and give in to you. How fucking beautiful he would look moaning for you and getting so overstimulated that he couldn’t stand it.

Fogging your head, you decided to just buy the damn thing. ‘So what if I lose some money?’ you thought. A girl can dream.

A few months had gone by with a pretty similar routine. You’d often take the lead at the beginning, and about halfway through, Chan would finish it off. That is, IF Chan didn’t initiate it first and set you up from the beginning.

But today felt a bit different.

Chris had just gotten home looking (surprise) fucking delicious. It had been a late night studio session, so you could see the tiredness in his eyes. Which is why you were startled when he seemed to actually be in a great mood.

“Hey baby!” he said, coming up to squeeze you in a hug on the couch and nuzzling his head against your cheek. So cute. So different from his tendencies in the bedroom.

“Well someone’s happy!” you giggled back. “Good day today?”

He looked at you with excited eyes. “We finally got done with a track we’d been stuck on for weeks. I think it turned out so good. This is really one of the best songs I think we’ve made,” he smiled.

You gave him a tight squeeze. “That’s great baby. I’m so proud of you.” You leaned in to place a soft peck to his nose.

He blushed a bit as he said thank you.

On instinct, you scooted yourself to the side of the couch a bit. “Wanna lay your head down?” you asked, patting your lap.

You knew this was Chan’s favorite. Laying his head on you and letting you brush your fingers through his curls, massaging his scalp as you went. It was the most amazing way for him to destress. But at this moment, when he got it and he wasn’t even stressed? Well that was an even higher rush for him.

He grinned ear to ear as he moved to lie on his back and place his head perfectly in the middle of your lap, giving you access to him right underneath you.

You continued to talk about both of your days. The best and the worst parts. Apparently the boys were annoying all day, so having the good session tonight was exactly what Chan needed. You talked to him about the song, with him teasing you and telling you he wasn’t gonna show you yet.

“You know that’s not fair!” you protesting, trying to pout. “Come on pleaseeeee.”

“No, I’m not gonna show you,” he teased again, shaking his head cutely.

You began to run your hands more softly and slower through his hair, hoping it would coerce him a bit. Let him know that you would take your time with him.

“It’s okay,” you smirked. “You’re gonna give in anyways.” Did you sound like a know-it-all? Yes. But did you sound like a cute know-it-all? Also yes.

Chris smiled. “Not this time. I’m putting my foot down.” He innocently raised one leg on the couch just to push it down sharply as if he were fake stomping.

“Oh really?” you started, dragging your voice down. You began to slowly glide one hand from his head, down his neck, and then to comfortably rub across his pecs, massaging them at your own pace. “I’ll do anything,” you plead with big eyes, trying your best to seduce him into it.

Chan put a look on his face to act like he was puzzled. “Aaanything?”

“Say the word-“ you leaned down to press a short kiss to his mouth, “and it’s yours.”

You took this moment to rub down further, down his abs, tracing lines along the way, until you got just above his waistband. You teased around a bit, dragging your finger along as if contemplating what to do with it.

You waited patiently as Chan wiggled underneath you. Observing his reactions, you realized how blushed he was.

“Is this what you want?” you asked softly, moving a few fingers past the band of his boxers. You didn’t want to touch him- yet. Just wanted to watch him and see what he would do.

“Mhmm,” he huffed out, repositioning his head so that he could see better.

After massaging around him and around his thighs, you brought your hand up to your mouth. You spit in it as best you could before lowering it back to it’s original position.

This time, you snaked your hand straight down to where his dick was. Almost completely hard already without you having to touch it. You decided you’d be bold.

“Oh, is this what you like baby? You like this?” you smiled menacingly as you rubbed up and down, covering his cock with the saliva.

Chan was embarrassed. You could tell. Was it because he didn’t like it but didn’t have the heart to tell you? Or was it because he was enjoying this more than he thought he should… you being in charge of him. Talking to him like this.

From how hard his dick was underneath your hand, you were willing to bet it was the second one.

You let yourself stroke a little bit harder, making sure to swirl the tip of your thumb around his opening. He hissed slightly at the feeling.

“What is it baby? Feels too good? You can’t even talk to me?” You teased.

Chan just wiggled in response, bucking up into your hand for more contact.

You let him go on for a few seconds before abruptly pulling your hand away. Now was the time to try.

“If you don’t tell me what you want, I can’t give you anything baby,” you smiled, knowing how flustered he was underneath you.

Chan relaxed his head as he laid it back, closing his eyes and letting himself catch his breath. After a few deep breaths, he gave a hesitant sigh. You watched as he began to fidget with his fingers. Knobby and lacing around each other, they were almost shaking. He looked… mad?

With one final suck of air, he sat himself up. You didn’t quite know how to react.

“I’m sorry,” you said impulsively as he turned his body toward yours. You were a bit frantic trying to fix things. “I didn’t mean to push you into doing something you don’t like. I know you’d rather be in control, and I like that too. Let’s go back to that, okay?”

“No, it’s not-“ Chan cleared his throat. “It’s not that.” He cracked his knuckles while looking down. “I need to talk to you about something first… I’ve wanted to talk to you about it for a while, but I guess I’ve just been nervous about what you’ll say and how you’ll react and what you’ll think of me, and just, I don’t know. Maybe I’m making it a big deal for nothing. I just don’t want you to think differently of me if you’re not into it and maybe if it’s weird to you. I don’t want you to feel like you’re being pressured into anything. And I don’t want you to think it’s not enough for me if we don’t do it because I do love the way that we are now. Things have been so great and I don’t want any of this to mess us up-“

“Babe, you’re rambling,” you stared at him. “Whatever it is, it’s okay. You can tell me.”

He held his breath for a moment before continuing. “Promise you won’t judge?”

“I pinky promise.” You reached your hand to rest on top of his, intertwining your pinky finger underneath his own.

He let his pinky grip to it tightly. “Well ever since you’ve been getting, you know, more involved in starting things with me, I have really enjoyed it. But you know it’s kind of just instinct for me to take over. I can’t really help it, you know. Just when you look so good, it gets to hard for me to stop myself…” He waited for a moment before trying to start again. “But I’ve been seeing stuff… And that combined with the way you’ve been acting lately, I think- I think I’d like to try something. But it’s kind of weird and nothing we’ve ever talked about, so you can absolutely say no. I mean, I may have even ended up hating it, so maybe it’s best we didn’t even have this conversation and we just forget about it so-“.

“Christopher! Please for the love of God just tell me. What do you want to try?” You’d spoken louder than you’d meant to.

Fidgeting with his hands again, he finally admitted it. “I want to let you be more dominant. And I want you to be in control the whole time.”

“That’s it? You’re embarrassed about that?” you almost cackled over how ridiculous it was for him to make such a big deal about that. It wasn’t like you weren’t slowly working your way there.

“Well, no. I also wanted to try… maybe pegging. Like if you were pegging me. If it’s weird, we don’t have to, but I’ve been th-“ he got cut off by the sound of you.

“Oh my gosh!!!” you sprung up from your seat and quickly made the way to your closet. There, at the back, you’d had your secret stash hidden away for months. You grabbed the bag filled with lube, the strap on, and the cock ring. You squealed as you ran back in the living room where your boyfriend was waiting with a confused face. He squinted his eyes at you, waiting for you to go on.

“Okay SO,” you started, voice full of pep, “a little while back, I was just shopping around and, well, I saw these and thought maybe one day, I’d be able to convince you to let us try.” You smiled as you pulled out both the strap on and the cock ring at the same time, letting the lube in the bag hit the ground.

Chris started laughing, not able to believe his eyes. “Hahaha, no wayyy,” he carried his raised voice.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” you teased, swaying your hips as you walked up closer to him. As you took a seat on the couch, you snaked your arms around his neck. You gave him a few quick pecks on his lips before smirking and running one hand down his torso as slowly as you could, letting him enjoy it. You leaned in beside his ear, letting hot breath hit it for a moment. “We need to move this to the bedroom. But you’re gonna be good and listen to me this time, okay?”

You felt Chan shiver and get shy all of a sudden. “Okay,” a tiny grin appeared as he crossed his hands in his lap.

You stood first, holding your hand out for him to grab onto. You quickly bent to retrieve your lube and new toys. You gently pulled Chan’s hand along to follow as you made your way to the bedroom. As you walked, you were silently thankful that you’d already taken everything out of the box to clean it.

You gingerly tossed everything onto the bed before turning to wrap your arms around Chan’s neck again. As you found his lips, you used your position as an advantage to pull his neck down and his face closer to yours.

Chan scared to put his hands on you, you pulled back, smiling. Feeling like you’d won already. “You can touch me now, Channie.”

He blushed before resting his veiny hands on your waist. This time, you were sure you would attach your lips to his permanently. As you kissed, you bit and tugged and pulled as Chan gave into you. He let out little moans as you kept pulling him in closer, devouring every inch of his plump lips. You ravaged until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

With a dramatic gasp, rushing air into your tight lungs, you pulled back. You stared into his face, so nervous yet excited. It was the most endearing thing you’d ever seen. You smirked as you watched him groveling.

“Clothes off. Now.” you instructed.

You watched as Chan immediately was humbled. Without hesitation, he stripped himself of his top, revealing his rough abs, which he seemed to be shy about all of a sudden. He covered himself by crossing his arms slightly as he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them.

You stood, running your eyes up and down his exposed body, cocking one brow. You knew he felt so exposed like this.

“Underwear?” you ordered more than asked.

He looked so small as he hunched over to remove them, revealing his already semi-hard cock.

You smiled, obviously staring at his dick. “You’re that excited already?”

He gulped, not knowing what to say. Standing meekly, hoping you wouldn’t make him continue with words.

“It’s cute you’re this riled up for me baby,” you said, walking in closer and quickly grabbing his dick in your hands. You began to stroke it quickly, dry, with no warning.

He hissed in response, contorting his face.

“I think we could do better though, huh? Pull my clothes off of me, then lay on the bed,” you demanded.

He hurriedly reached to the hem of your shirt to pull it up and over your head. He reached around for the bra straps next, running his arms around your back as quickly as he could. He didn’t want to disappoint so soon.

You swatted at his arms. “Did I say you could see my tits? So fucking greedy… Take off my shirt and pants ONLY. I don’t want to have to say it again.”

If the instantaneous stiffening of Chan’s dick was any indication of how much he was enjoying this, then he must have been on goddamn cloud nine.

He whimpered slightly, moving his hands back slowly and down to the area just below your waist. He swiftly undid the buttons on your jeans and lowered himself to be able to remove them from you fully.

“Stay,” you instructed.

You couldn’t have loved this sight more. Your boyfriend bent for you, looking up with doe eyes. Right at the level of your pussy. What could be more perfect.

You placed a hand in his hair, harshly pushing his head forward until it was almost touching.

“Lick. Now. Like you fucking mean it.” Your voice came out bitchier than you thought possible. But that was the point.

Chan hurriedly leaned in to run his tongue along the outside of your clothed pussy, starting from bottom to top. The slight sensation felt almost too good after all of the pent up tension you’d been feeling. You watched the way his tongue moved slowly, up and down. If he wasn’t in this position, you’d think he was teasing you. But with your hand resting on the back of his head, you knew you’d have full control. And he knew that.

Chan moved his tongue suddenly, intently, to the side of your pussy, toying at the fabric of your underwear. It was like he was trying to move it out of the way with the force of his tongue only.

“Keep going,” you instructed, releasing a light moan. “Lick underneath them and keep your eyes up here.”

Chris was quick to follow your instructions, swiftly locking his eyes into yours. You smiled at him- encouragement that he was doing so well for you.

You shivered as he planted his cheek into the side of you pussy, letting his tongue run along underneath the material of the the underwear.

“Taste that baby. You’re gonna taste all of me. Take it in your mouth,” you directed.

You observed the look on his face as he bit the underwear up and into his mouth, inhaling deeply. His eyes shut for a moment, taking in the experience. It looked utterly blissful for him.

“Eyes! I’m not going to fucking tell you again!” you yelled, yanking his head back so that he’d look up at you.

Big innocent eyes flashed to yours. Apologetic, but loving. After all of this. He loved this. He relished in this. Nothing could beat this.

“Back to to my pussy. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” you ordered him, keeping one hand on his hair as the other reached down to move your underwear out of the way.

Chan did as instructed, which earned him a pleased smile and a ramming of his head into your pussy. You quickly guided his head up and down, soaking his nose and tongue in your juices. The combination hit just the right spot.

You froze as you felt the euphoric combination. His nose hitting you clit which his tongue poked perfectly into your entrance.

“Right there, holy shit,” you moaned, fucking his face in this position. You held his head steady as you bounced yourself up and down on him. The feeling was almost indescribable.

You felt him trying to pull back slightly, needing to search for air.

“You don’t breathe unless I tell you to fucking breathe!” you shouted, pushing his face in harder.

You watched him sink down slightly, his body creeping lower to the floor. You used this to your advanced, moving your hips with a quickening speed across his face.

Going and going and going until you almost couldn’t anymore.

Once you were almost satisfied, you bunched Chan’s hair in your hand and yanked him off of you. His eyes scrunched closed as he heaved in heavily, gasping and panting heavily.

“Finally put that big fucking nose to good use, huh? You liked that, didn’t you? Burying your nose so deep in my fucking cunt? You’re such a dirty boy.”

You used the hand that was once holding your underwear to rest on his chin, spreading your thumb to hold one side of his face and the rest of your fingers on the other. You squeezed his cheeks hard, making his lips puff out as you lowered yourself to get closer to his level.

You leaned in to plant a kiss to his waiting lips. You slid your hand down to release his face and instead take hold around his neck. Your other hand laced around to take residence in the hair at the back of his head.

Now, you kissed, him deeply, throwing yourself into him and making him take it all. He threw his tongue into your mouth, letting out soft mewls as you bit back.

You were so lost in the kiss that your head began to spin, moving his head in every direction to gain access to new parts of his mouth.

You began to stand, clutching Chan’s neck to pull him up with you, never disconnecting his lips from yours. The smell of saliva and your juices took over as you each buried yourself in. Locking into each other as you were both fully erect.

You each tangled your hands around each other as you stood for a long few moments, enjoying the passion between the two of you before you started toying with him once again.

Once the air was rushing out of your head, you pulled yourself back harshly. You scanned over his beautiful face, drenched in liquid. His lips were red and puffy, his eyes clouded over, but chipper as if awaiting what was to come next.

‘This fucking boy,’ you thought.

You quickly spit onto your hand as you hastened your hand down to grab Chan’s dick again. Jerking quickly, you could tell by his face that it was completely overstimulating all to quickly. But you couldn’t help it. He just looked too cute.

He whimpered as you kept going, looking like he would lose his breath at any moment. The sounds just turned you on more.

“You can’t even handle this? Can’t handle getting your dick touched without fucking blowing? You better not fucking cum Christopher,” you demanded.

Chan’s face contorted, puffing out his cheeks and throwing his head back to stifle any moans that would have come out. His face was visibly red. His abs began to twitch as you stroked him even harder. Faster. You knew he wouldn’t be able to last anymore. His dick peaked, as hard as you’d ever felt it. A new sensation had been unlocked. A few more pumps and he’d be over.

As suddenly as you started, you jerked your hand back and off of him. Below, you watched in awe as his dick was still quivering from the arousal it had been getting. Up and down, back and forth, slightly as he let out muffled whines, eyes almost tearing up.

You chuckled softly, making sure it was loud enough so that he could hear it. “You really are a subby baby, aren’t you?” you smiled deviously.

Resting a hand on his beating chest, you walked him backward until his knees undid over the bed and he was propelled down.

Wasting no time, you grabbed the brightly-colored lube bottle next to his head and squeezed it out into your hand. It was cold, which you figured would be perfect for the occasion.

You perched yourself on your knees next to Chan, reaching your hands down to begin massaging the lube onto him. He winced at the chill of your touch, but soon started to warm up as you massaged it into him. He let his eyes flutter closed as he began taking deep breaths, enjoying this small stent of peace.

“No falling asleep now,” you teased. “Wake up and put this on,” you demanded, throwing the cock ring at him.

Before he could react, the plastic-y material hit him in the chest, bouncing down to land on his torso. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down with wide eyes and his mouth gaped.

You watched as he swallowed harshly, looking as if he was trying to find the right words. He took the toy and rotated it around in one hand, searching for an answer.

“Uhmm, I don’t-“ he started, looking defeated. “I don’t think I know how…”

“Awww, little baby can’t figure it out?” you taunted, leaning down. “Can’t wrap his pretty little brain around it? Poor thing.” You quickly jerked it from his hand.

“Watch,” you raised your voice at him, lifting your eyebrows as if to threaten him. You held the ring in your hands, coating it in the left-over, slippery lube. Pressing it down and onto the tip of his dick, it was already a tight fit, wrapping around him snuggly. You admired the way the blood rushed through, leaving the tip of him totally engorged. “Feels good already, doesn’t it?” you giggled as he let out a breath he’d been holding in, writhing and looking pitiful beneath you.

“But you can do more,” you said airily as you began working the ring down his length. He let out small moans and grunts along the way until you made it to the base of his shaft.

It was the perfect size. Just tight enough to keep him wiggling, but not too tight to stop him from experiencing the heightened sensations.

“Mmm, isn’t that better?” You smiled. “Good boy,” you praised, lowering your face to plant a slow kiss on his tip. “For now,” you jolted up. “Now flip over. I want you on your hands and knees,” you instructed.

Chan offered an overt gulp before complying with your request.

Once he’d gotten into position, you could tell he was a bit nervous. This was the most vulnerable he’d ever been with you. And a part of you questioned if he would back out now. Would he make it this far before he realized he couldn’t go through with it?

You pushed the thoughts out of your head, realizing that those were your insecurities in this, not his. And you’d make for fucking sure that he wouldn’t want to stop this.

You grasped his hips and pulled them back, arching his back slightly to get his ass higher up. Stealthily, you held onto each side, rubbing harshly before planting short smacks, leaving behind the sound of sharp skin.

A smile eased across your face as you heard Chan moan the slightest bit. Like he was trying to conceal it.

“What was that?” You smirked, landing a larger, rougher slap to one side of his ass.

His face scrunched up before sucking in sharply.

“I didn’t hear you baby. What is it? Do you need more? You need more before I can even fucking hear you?!” Your words were forceful now. Challenging.

You violently shoved his hips down more so his ass was even more prominent. One after another, you began to plant harsh slaps until his cheeks were visibly more and more red. Loud moans now escaped his lips, growing in intensity with each smack.

Chan started panting heavily, letting out a small cry that only turned you on more.

“Fucking slut,” you muttered. “Like getting spanked by your own girlfriend? Like looking like a sloppy mess for me? Not even able to shut your fucking mouth and take it like a real man?” you taunted him. Hearing Chan’s cries getting louder and louder was all the confirmation you needed.

“Because you’re not, are you?” you chuckled, pulling your hands from him. You quickly pulled the strap on towards you to shimmy inside. You clicked the button to start the vibrator as you secured yourself in place.

“No, you’re not a real man…” you continued as you placed more lube into your hand. You tried to steady yourself as the new buzzing over your clit settled in, knocking you back the slightest bit. After regaining your footing, you went on.

“You’re just a tiny little hole who wants to be used, huh? Is that right?” You rubbed the lube along the length of the dildo strapped onto you. “You just wanna be used like the fucking slut you are?”

With that, you used one hand to place another solid smack over the redness that had already been formed, while using one lubed finger to push slightly into Chan’s asshole.

An auditory moan was heard as the wind was knocked out of him, feeling a sensation he’d never knew was possible. You let him adjust slightly before pulling out and pushing back in.

Chan relaxed his arms and let his face hit the mattress as you continued with your finger in him, growing faster and faster by the second.

Tiny whines of pleasure worked their way out of Chan’s throat with every stroke. He began to move his hips along with the motion, throwing his ass backward so you could reach deeper inside him.

“Ahh fuck,” he mumbled as you kept going.

“Goddamn, already cursing for me? That’s not a good sigh,” you tsked. “We’re just getting started,” you smiled. Deep panting was all you received in response.

“But the baby wants more, huh? Poor little baby,” you mocked. “You’re gonna get what you get then. And you better take it all without fucking complaining.”

Suddenly, you pulled out and brought a second finger to his whole, inserting them much quicker than you’d done with the first.

Underneath you, Chan gripped the bedsheets with his fists, settling with his mouth wide open and eyes rolled back, holding in any noise he possibly could.

“Ahhh, good boy. See, it isn’t that hard, is it?” you grinned again before beginning to ram your fingers into him quicker. You worked your way up, as fast as you could before curving your fingers into him.

With that, Chan couldn’t help himself. He let out the loudest, most ungodly moan you’d ever heard. Pure ecstasy in every last ounce of breath he put out. You could tell that he was doing all he could to not scream from the pleasure.

His reaction mixed with the tingly feeling that had washed over your clit by this point, got you to the point that you just couldn’t stand it anymore.

After giving him a few more pumps with curved fingers, you pulled out, running your hand along the shaft of the dildo again. He whimpered at the loss of contact, earning him another huge smack, essentially telling him to keep quiet.

“You still can’t shut the fuck up, can you? You like being degraded like this. I never knew my boyfriend was such a fucking whore.” Another slap.

“Now,” you continued, “we’re both gonna sit here until you start acting better and ask nicely for me to put this dick inside of you. And ask like you fucking mean it.”

Chan stilled for a moment, breathing heavily as if his brain was fogged over and he couldn’t comprehend what he needed to do. Slowly, he arched his back further, pushing his ass to the perfect angle. You both sat in silence for a few moments before soft words began to slur from Chan’s mouth.

“Please… will you fuck me?” he whispered timidly, his face the brightest shade of red.

“Maybe if you’d say it loud enough that I could FUCKING hear you!” you yelled, lining yourself up to him. You impatiently let the tip of the dildo circle around his outline. You brought your hands to his waist, grabbing onto him with the most force you could muster, taking him off guard.

Chan yelped loudly at the contact. “Please baby… PLEASE will you fuck me?” He cried out in desperation.

His pleas left you with a soft smile. “See, that wasn’t too hard now was it?” you excessively teased before pulling his waist back to force him down onto the dildo.

As quickly as it filled him, you felt it too. The insane increase in the vibration of the vibrator now rubbing up on the perfect spot on your clit. You let out a harsh moan at the feeling, enjoying this more than you’d thought possible.

“Ahh fuck baby,” you spat out, pulling your hips back before snapping them back in. The pressure was too good for you to handle.

All you could hear was Chris cursing under his breath and letting out the most guttural, obscene moans you’d ever heard. Like a symphony that had just died and been resurrected, unknown that life could take form like this.

He panted heavily, writhing in the sheets as you began to plow into him, faster and faster. Your hands gripped onto him so tightly that you were sure he’d have bruises. But that’s what you wanted. You needed him to slap into you as hard as possible. You needed to feel all of it.

“I’m not gonna-“ Chan tried to get out before pausing to let out a loud whine. “Fuck,” he cried, “I’m not gonna last much longer,” he admitted lowly, ashamed that he was already so close to being on the edge.

“Yes you are,” you smacked his ass again as you thrust in. You wrapped your arms swiftly around his waist to pull his torso upright. The dildo was still resting deep inside of him as his body came up, his back pressing into your chest. You squeezed him again, making sure he was pulled taunt to you before snaking a hand up to his throat.

“You are gonna last longer because I’m fucking telling you to. Is that clear? You’re not done until I cum. Stupid fucking whore,” you threatened, directly into his ear.

Your hips snapped up, not giving him a chance to answer. He could only let out the sweetest moan you’d ever heard.

As you began humping into him, you felt that prominent tingly feeling at your core. You knew if you kept this up, your orgasm would come sooner than you’d hoped. But you couldn’t stop pumping into him. It felt too fucking good. Your clit throbbed and your knees were about to give in, but nothing could hold you back now.

You grabbed Chan’s throat harder, squeezing it until you knew he’d have trouble getting steady breaths in and out. You used this as your vantage point to steady him as your other hand folded around his waist and down to his dick. You grabbed it into your hand quickly, not wasting any time.

He hissed as you began to quickly jerk him up and down while pounding into him, trying to focus on his breathing before giving in entirely.

You felt him clench down onto the dildo, putting more pressure onto it and the vibrator attached. You felt your inner thighs begin to twitch. Your own breathing began to falter out. You knew you needed to make the most of these last few moments.

“You are such a dirty fucking slut, you know that?” you whispered into his ear, licking it softly before turning his head toward you by his throat.

You connected your mouth to his, saliva going everywhere as you devoured him until the last second. Biting at him until you could taste blood. Choking him until he was gasping under you for air. Blood rushing to your head from the adrenaline and the sight of your boyfriend totally and completely at your mercy. Your bitch. Anything you wanted him to be.

You rammed his body down by his throat to push him into you harder, fucking into him with everything you had. Your hand was fast on his dick, working him up to the point that tears began to stream down his face.

“This is what you wanted,” you smiled, biting down on his shoulder. “Wanted to cry your fucking heart out to how good I could use you... Ahhh fuck,” you growled, the stimulation about to send you over.

“My sweet little baby Channie,” you whispered into his ear ever so lightly, placing one more kiss to it. So soft it was almost a tickle. You could taste the salty liquid that had spilled out of his eyes and had run across his face. Tears still coming down while your hand stifled his cries and moans.

“I know you want to cum,” you breathed out, fucking him with your hips and hand as fast as possible. “Cum for me baby. Let it all out,” you purred.

Suddenly, without your permission, your own body jolted, hitting your high. You began to convulse uncontrollably, sending shocks throughout your very core, leaving Chan with sporadic, trembling thrusts and shaky hands.

“Fuck Channie,” you cried, trying to ride out your own high, but almost passing out in the process. “Cum right fucking now. Right fucking now!” you yelled, not knowing if you’d be able to survive the overstimulation of fucking him any longer.

You let go of his throat long enough for him to take a deep gasp for air and cry out as he too began to shake around you. His limbs began to flail as his body gave out, screaming and crying as he lost control. Cum shot out of him with more force than it ever had, leaving his head spinning and mind completely numb.

Losing hold of him, he collapsed out of your arms, spasming the same as you as he tried to regain his sense of being.

You took a deep breath before collapsing next to him on the bed, heaving heavily until your breath came back to you. Chan was doing the same while covering his face with his hands, embarrassed again all of a sudden.

You gave him a moment to collect himself before leaning over to kiss his forehead and remove his hands. You placed a soft kiss to his nose while you held his hands in yours.

“How was it baby?” you smiled as you whispered.

“It was…” he contemplated finding the right word. “Insane,” he laughed, finally coming back to his normal self.

“Hopefully insane in a good way?” you cocked a brow toward him.

“Yes, in a good way.” He squeezed your hand before turning his head slightly to look up toward the ceiling, not making eye contact with you. He closed his eyes, chuckling to himself.

“You don’t really think I’m a ‘fucking slut’, do you?” he kept giggling, teasing the way you’d talked to him.

“Oh I do. I think you’re my fucking slut,” you lightheartedly winked. You brought your lips back to his as he smiled into the kiss, shaking his head back and forth.

“What am I gonna do with you now?” he laughed as he pulled back and brought you into his chest.


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1 year ago
Oh, Seokminsuch A Sweet Boy. Need To Talk About How Lovely He Is.
Oh, Seokminsuch A Sweet Boy. Need To Talk About How Lovely He Is.
Oh, Seokminsuch A Sweet Boy. Need To Talk About How Lovely He Is.

oh, seokmin…such a sweet boy. need to talk about how lovely he is.

he’s so selfless and bubbly and kind, a real life beam of sunshine. always putting everyone else before himself and so eager to please, but he needs someone to please him </3

needs to sit all pretty and exposed on your shared bed while you ghost your hands up and down his body, letting out pretty sounds while you touch him. needs to feel every touch of your fingertips against his skin as you gaze at him with the most loving expression. needs his body worshiped and loved on and toyed with. i feel like he’d be a bit restless in the beginning, wanting to pleasure you before himself. “please,” he’d whisper, his body jerking slightly when you run your thumbs over his nipples. “lemme make you feel good?” you’d quietly shush him, raking your nails down his sides so lightly it makes him squirm. “you always put everyone and everything else first, seokminnie,” you’d mumble, the faint sound of his heavy breathing filling the room. “’s your turn to feel good.” he’d throw his head back at your words, but would still halfheartedly protest as you’re sucking on his neck. “n-no…you should feel good t-too…” you’d just keep suckling the skin, detaching and kissing your way down to his collarbones and to his chest. you’d take your time with him, pressing pecks on every inch of his golden skin. you’d watch his face as you continue moving downward, pressing more kisses onto his stomach and making your way down to his v-line. you’d move down towards his throbbing length, deliberately avoiding it and sensually kissing his inner thighs. he’d whine quietly as you continue hovering so close yet so far from where he needed you most. but you’d never deny seokmin anything he wants, moving your mouth to his tip shortly after all of your teasing. you’d press a sweet smooch to the tip, the act much too loving for someone that was about to devour seokmin’s cock whole. you’d drag your tongue up the underside of his length slowly, wrapping your lips around his head and sucking gently. he’d inhale sharply, screwing his eyes shut as you sink down further onto him. you’d bob your head up and down his pulsing cock, licking over his leaking slit. he’d let out the cutest moans as you pleasure him, reaching a hand out to hold your hair back. even while you’re sucking the life out of him he’s still concerned about you </3 you’d play with him until his legs start shaking and tears well in his pretty eyes, removing your mouth off of him and replacing it with your hand. “such a pretty boy,” you’d coo, twisting your fist around his cock, slick from your spit and his precum. he’d twitch and writhe underneath you as he gets closer and closer to his release. your free hand would knead the flesh of his inner thigh, tracing your fingers over his skin. he’d buck his hips up eagerly into your hand as he chases his orgasm. and oh he’d look so pretty when he cums, long white ropes shooting from his cock and painting your fingers as he moans uncontrollably. after he settles down you’d just clean him up with your mouth, the feeling of your tongue on him riling him up all over again ;( all of your praise and compliments would make him feel so warm and desired and he deserves to feel that way.

seokmin just needs attention and praise :( he deserves to feel so good and loved he’s such a sweet boy. i’ve been wanting my to write about minnie for a long time now i just haven’t had the time. but he’s just so precious and i think about him so much ;(

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes


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1 year ago

multitasking - s.cb

content: sub changbin, dom reader, pegging, lots of teasing, slight dumbification, binnie cries a little, male squirting, praise, handjob, female reader

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“One, two, three. One, two, three. Just like that, okay?”

Changbin’s breath came out in shudders, so noisy that you wondered if he could even hear you over them. Judging by his scrunched up nose and furrowed eyebrows coming together to form an adorable look of concentration, you doubted it. He was focused on one thing and one thing only.

“Binnie,” you sang. “Are you listening to me?”

Just to make sure you had his full attention, you brought the steady roll of your hips to a halt, keeping your strap buried inside him, but denying him the friction that had wiped all coherent thoughts from his brain. His body rocked for a few seconds more even after you’d stopped, operating purely off muscle memory. Then, it turned into squirming, hips twisting helplessly in the sheets to try and regain the buildup of pleasure he’d suddenly lost. You watched him wiggle around, half-amused, half-endeared as he finally blinked his hazy eyes open to process what was going on. 

“Mm?” he mumbled; drowsy, like he’d been stirred from a dream. “S-sorry? I didn’t…”

His gaze fully refocused to find you smiling down at him. On your end, you could’ve sworn his pupils dilated just a little bit more, painting his irises black and glazing them over. They looked so innocent, you’d never guess what he was really pleading for.

“I said,” you began playfully, running your palms up his twitching thighs just to tease him. They felt especially thick under your touch with all the tension they were holding, you couldn’t resist digging your nails into his flesh, hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents behind. The tight clench of his muscles was almost as satisfying as the sweet little gasp he let out. “Are you listening to me?”

Changbin swallowed down the saliva that had begun pooling in his mouth, sucking in a deep breath to find his voice again. “O-oh, yeah.” He shifted on the mattress to inch himself closer to you, as if your strap didn’t already have him filled to the near brim. “Yeah, listening. Sorry.”

“What number are we on, baby?”

He paused, doll-like lips curving deep into a pout. It was almost cute enough for you to let him off easy—almost.

“I…I don’t—” he chuckled nervously, eyes flickering to the side. “F-four?” You shook your head. “Five?”

You could tell he was growing restless, even when he was doing his best to behave himself. His dick twitched against his stomach, crying out for you to just forget about the count and start thrusting into him again. All the blood in his system must’ve pooled hot in his abdomen by now, you couldn’t even blame him for not being able to think straight. 

“S-sorry, I really can’t remember,” he stuttered, embarrassed. “Again?”

It was the second or third time Changbin had lost track by now, and he once again found himself cursing the second he’d ever let his pride rope him into this tortuous little game you’d proposed. He’d never been one to back down from a challenge, even if it was a challenge that you both knew full well he’d fail miserably at. That, combined with his insatiable need to impress you clouding his better judgment, had him playing right into your hands.

“I can multitask!” he’d protested. “Do you know how much work it takes to be this cute and sexy at the same time?”

“So much work,” you’d agreed solemnly, trying not to crack a smile over the defensive squeak in his voice. “Then this should be no problem for you, right?” 

From the moment you’d first bottomed out inside him, Changbin had gotten the sense that he’d already lost.

“I’m trying to help you, baby,” you pouted down at him. His eyes fluttered shut as you dragged your index finger along his plump, wet lips, mesmerized with the cute popping sound they made every time you prodded at them. “If you’re too dumb to count by yourself, just repeat after me.”

“N-no, Binnie’s smart,” he insisted, muffled by your finger. His legs squeezed around your waist like they had a mind of their own, trying to rub against each other and generate some friction. “Not dumb. I can do it, lemme do it.”

“Yeah? Let’s try and make it past three this time.” You gave his cheek an affectionate pat. A shiver ran through his body as your hands glided down to his hips, gripping his soft flesh to stabilize yourself before inching out of him bit by bit. 

Immediately, Changbin’s attempt at counting was cut off by his own whine, stretching out for every second the silicone dragged along his walls. Then, you heard it, shaky and breathless as you pushed back inside him.

“O-one.”

His stomach rose sharply under your palms as you pulled out a second time. Before you’d even snapped your hips forward again, he gasped out a “two”, all too eagerly. You giggled, waiting a few extra seconds just to test his patience 

“Two,” he repeated with a tinge of desperation. He looked lost, like he was genuinely wondering if he’d already managed to mess up the order somehow.

You felt a tinge of pity; he really was trying his hardest for you. So, you followed through, deciding to take it slow this time so he actually stood a chance in counting your thrusts. His foggy brain was grateful for it, but his body, not so much. 

“Th-three—ah. Three. Faster, please?” he barely got the words out in time before he felt that delicious stretch again, coaxing an especially high moan. “F-four.”

You could practically taste the hunger rolling off his skin in warm waves. Every needy noise that grew louder his throat, every jerk of his hips begged you for more, even if he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up with it. His teeth sank into his bottom lip when you pushed back inside of him without missing a beat—faster, just like he’d asked for, and as deep as your position would allow. You dragged your hands up and down his stomach in unison with the slide of your strap; such a simple touch, but enough to disrupt his concentration all over again. 

“Fi—” he began. His voice failed him, cracking pitifully as you grabbed his bouncing chest at the very same instant you brushed against his sweet spot, digging your fingers hard into the plush skin. “F…f-fi…fuck.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back against the pillows as his resolve fully crumbled. The sensation of your palms pressing against his nipples was already dizzying enough, but once you took the hardened buds between your fingers and pinched, he was a complete goner. He made no effort to keep counting even when you didn’t stop rocking your hips, instead letting his mouth hang open uselessly, spilling out another long, shameless moan that made goosebumps rise on your skin. Just a few strokes in, and he was already so far gone.

You let him get away with it for a bit longer, taking the time to admire his dark, messy curls sprawled out against the white pillowcase, even fluffier than usual from all his tossing and turning. Everything about him was so soft. His pecs spilled out between your fingers as you pawed at them, his full cheeks were flushed red and his lips were swollen into a cute, puffy ring after how much he’d nibbled on them. It took all your willpower to not give in to the irresistible sight and keep pounding into him until his head really was too empty to think anymore. 

“So pretty, Binnie. Wanna keep you like this forever,” you murmured. You could feel his heartbeat pick up over the praise, pulsing faster under your palms. Then, all at once, you forced your hips to stop and snapped him out of his daze yet again. “But a pretty boy like you still needs to listen.”

“M-mmph,” he mewled. His body chased after your touch, protesting the loss before he even fully realized what was going on. “N-no. Sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t stop, please?”

“I only stop when you stop.” Your hum was deceptively sympathetic as you watched him fist the sheets in frustration, biceps bulging and chest heaving. His throat bobbed as you closed his slack jaw and tilted his chin up, brushing your thumb delicately over his tiny scar to urge him to look at you. “What’s got you so distracted, hm? What’s on my baby’s mind?”

He forced his eyes open again, so dark that you could see yourself reflected in them clear as day. They gave you your answer before he even said it. 

“You,” he breathed. It was a reply he’d normally be proud of, but with the way you were staring him down from above, he couldn’t stop a sheepish giggle from rising in his throat, lips twitching at their corners and cheeks bunching up.

“Me?” you echoed. “Or this?”

You slid your strap back inside him in one sharp thrust, angling it so that the tip rolled against the roof of his walls and hit his prostate perfectly. He cried out as if on command, high-pitched and sweet. “Ah! Yes, r-right there.”

Even your own rules were becoming less convincing of a reason to deny him when you knew those were the kinds of sounds you’d be missing out on. But you were on a mission, today; teaching Changbin how to multitask, or, toying with his body until he couldn’t take it anymore—whichever came first.

“There’s my answer.” You feigned disappointment, flattening your palm against his stomach and pressing down right around where you guessed the head of your strap had reached inside him. “All you care about is being filled up, huh, baby?”

“N-no, no.” His hand pawed around blindly in the sheets for a moment before he found you, grabbing on to your wrist and pushing your hand harder against the soft pudge of his tummy. You weren’t sure if he’d done it just to gain some kind of stimulation, or because he was just aching to be as close to you as physically possible, but to his credit, he forced himself not to lose his train of thought even as the sensation had his eyes rolling back.

“Binnie’s a good boy. ‘M only like this ‘cause of you. I need you, please.”

He was right; he was such a good boy. He could forget how to count, forget how to close his mouth, forget how to listen, but he’d never ever forget how to say please. That was something you didn’t have to teach him. Still, you didn’t give him what he wanted just yet, instead tracing gentle patterns on his skin, just above where his cock was leaking out tiny drops of precum. It took a few moments for him to connect the dots, but finally, he rasped out the word you were looking for.

“Four…n-no, wait, it was five,” he stammered. “Please, don’t stop, please?”

“Good boy,” you cooed. Grabbing hold of his thighs, you used all your strength to pull your bodies closer together, lifting his legs and settling them around your waist for easier access. A cute, flustered giggle escaped him as he scooted down the mattress, melting into a sigh of pleasure when you were able to nestle your strap even deeper inside him than before.

His fingers sank into the sheets, gripping them so tight that you could see the muscles in his forearms flexing. “S-six,” he gritted out. “M-mm, feels so good. More, please, more.”

The sound of skin on skin began to fill the room as you finally picked up your pace like Changbin had been begging for. You made every stroke count; deep and heavy, pulling out until just the head of your strap was left teasing his entrance, then sliding all the way back inside until your hips smacked against the back of his thighs. The new position immediately took a toll on him, you could tell by the growing lapse in his counting. Every time you left his walls fluttering around nothing, it took a few seconds before he remembered to call out the next number, just so he could feel the relief of you burying the toy inside him again.

“Nine,” he gasped. The building pressure in his core drained his concentration little by little, making for an adorable show of reactions for you the more his self-control slipped. Every pretty sound he made rang out in the thick, hot air around you, unrestrained and heavenly. Your gaze fell from his blissed out face to where his dick laid half-hard against his stomach, bouncing from the impact of your movements. It gave you an idea. 

Changbin choked on his next number as you brought your hand to his head, scooping up the tiny beads of precum and curling your fingers around it. You felt him swell in your grip almost instantly, and when you began to pump his cock along with your thrusts, he fully throbbed in your hands with a fresh wave of heat.

“El-elev—ngh,” he slurred out, barely intelligible. “Three…four. No, t-ten.”

“Four? Ten?” you mimicked. “That’s not right, baby. Try again.”

You swirled your thumb around his leaking tip, effectively fizzling out the last of his thoughts. It was hopeless; the strokes of your hand were mixing up with the pump of your strap, muddling his everything together until he couldn’t distinguish between the pleasure. “Six…n-no, ah. Good, so good. I c-can’t—”

“You usually listen so well, Binnie,” you frowned. “What happened to my good boy?”

Changbin bit down on his bottom lip, so hard that you worried his cute little fang might dig deep enough to split the plush skin. You timed your thrusts seamlessly with the rhythm of your hand, sinking down on his cock as you pulled out of him, and gliding back up his length as you bottomed out again.

“Y-your hand,” he whimpered. “It’s confusing me, I can’t…feels too good.”

“Should I stop touching you, then?”

You released him from your grip, letting his dick fall against his stomach to twitch over the loss. His hips surged up in protest, a soft whine spilling out of him and growing even louder when you pulled your strap out of him in one fluid motion, leaving his walls clenching wildly for you.

“No, no,” he groaned, locking his ankles around your waist to try and bring you closer. “Please, ‘m so close. Please.”

Taking the silicone into your hand, you lined it up with his entrance, pressing the tip just hard enough against him to add an exhilarating pressure. His reaction didn’t disappoint; a full-body shudder, rippling through his muscular thighs, making his chest jump and his biceps tighten.

“You want it, baby?” you asked sweetly, circling the head of the toy around his rim. 

“Yes, yes, please.” The way he rolled his body was nothing short of sinful, you almost gave in right there. His tiny grunts of frustration only grew the more your strap prodded at his hole, teasing the sensitive nerve-endings without giving him the satisfaction of slipping back inside. “Please, b-been so good. Give it to me, please.”

“I know, baby.” You inched the toy away before he could get any real stimulation out of it, brushing its slick tip against his inner thighs in a playful taunt. “Just tell me where we left off, and I’ll fuck you like a good boy.”

Changbin shot you a look of pure helplessness, eyebrows scrunching in dismay as it dawned on him what you wanted.

“I-I…I don’t remember,” he mumbled, not even trying to muster up a guess before he surrendered. “I got it all mixed up, I can’t—”

“I thought Binnie was smart?” 

He squeaked in protest as you pulled your strap completely away with a click of your tongue. “I am! I a-am. Again, please? I’ll try again.”

It wouldn’t make a difference, he knew that as well as you did. But he said it anyway, as a last resort—anything to feel you stretching him out again, anything to hear you whisper honeyed praises into his ear as he fell apart for you.

“You’re hopeless, baby,” you murmured, brushing back his fluffy bangs to reveal his eyes. They were wide as moons, full of desperation and welling up with tears at their corners.

“Please.” The droplets spilled over before he could blink them away. You softened as they trickled down his flushed cheeks, darkening his eyelashes and glazing over his pupils. 

“You’re crying?” Gently, you cupped his face to soothe him. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin as you wiped away his stray tears, only for new ones to take their place again. “You want it that bad, angel?”

The wet gleam in his eyes spoke for itself, but still, he managed a tiny nod. 

“You look so pretty like this,” you marveled, rubbing the pad of your thumb under his eye to scoop up another bead trailing down his face.

Despite himself, Changbin perked up over your words. “Pretty?” he sniffled.

“Mm.” A mix of lube and tears smeared his skin as you tilted his chin up, looking him straight in his eyes to admire the fresh droplets gathering at their edges. They caught the light like rhinestones, a visual captivating enough for you to give him anything his heart desired in that moment. “Beautiful boy. My pretty little crybaby.”

Changbin’s nose scrunched up, a shy, downturned smile tugging at his lips. He knew there was a condescending hint to your words, but when they were spoken so sweetly, when you called him pretty in that voice—when you called him yours in that voice—he could do nothing but melt.

“Seriously. Don’t you like me too much?” He pawed your hand away in embarrassment, but you didn’t miss how his face lit up, visibly yearning for more compliments, for your approval. 

You let out a fond hum. Just like that, you’d found the key to keeping him motivated. He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise as you took hold of your strap, realigning it with his entrance.

“Let’s try again.” You tapped the head of the toy against his rim, just to bask in the way it made him wriggle in the sheets. “Show me how good you are, baby.”

He nodded again, still timid, but revitalized by your encouragement. His lips puckered into a cute little rosebud for you, and with a soft giggle, you took the hint, leaning down to press them against yours. The wet trails on his cheeks cooled your skin as you kissed him, slowly, dragging your lips past the corner of his mouth to kiss away away his tears, too. His shaky sigh fanned out around you, warm and feather-light as you sank back into him, all the way to the hilt of your strap. 

“One.”

You rested one hand on the mattress, bringing the other back to his dripping cock. It was still fully hard even after being neglected so long, jerking gratefully in your palm as you began to stroke it again.

“Two. Th—mm—three.”

“That’s my boy,” you praised. “I know you can do it for me.”

You matched the rock of your hips with the glide of your hand, just as you’d been doing before. It immediately took effect on Changbin, slurring his speech and making his face scrunch up. But he kept trying for you.

“Four…ah, please.”

“Good boy. Keep it up, okay?” You rolled your strap against his sweet spot, teasing it repeatedly with the curved silicone tip before pulling out again. 

“Five. F-five, again, please.”

You indulged him. “Doing so well for me, Binnie,” you crooned, swiping your thumb over his swollen head and making his hips buck. “My smart boy. My good boy.” 

“Mm, mm. Binnie’s smart. Your s-smart boy,” he agreed. He was so simple; spurred on by your doting, even as that familiar, hot coil in his abdomen started nipping at the edges of his mind again. “Your g’boy…ngh. So good.”

More tears trickled from the corners of his eyes as he squeezed them shut, trying to get ahold of his thoughts long enough to get out the next number. You were being so patient with him, so kind to him, he had to do his best for you. 

“Six,” he whimpered. A new wave of droplets spilled over, this time, because the pleasure was growing too strong to bear. You picked up your pace as you drank in the addictive sight; his clenching stomach, tear-stained face, his bulging muscles grasping at the sheets. He deserved it when he took it all so well and looked so good doing it. 

“Seven, eight—close! I c-can’t—!”

“Almost there, baby. Just a little more,” you encouraged him. “You’re so perfect like this. Don’t you wanna show me how pretty you look when you cum for me?”

His dick stiffened in your hand, both over your words and the way you wrapped your palm around its sticky tip. The squelching noise that each roll of your hand created started to mess with his head again, distracting him from his count.

“Eight…e-eight—ah, please. Please, please, please. ‘M gonna—”

“C’mon Binnie, you’re so close. Don’t give up now.”

“Ten, n-no, nine? Nine—?”

He clenched his jaw, hips surging up and walls tightening around your strap like he was afraid you might pull out at any moment. It was useless. No matter how desperately he tried to concentrate, the pressure in his stomach consumed everything else, emptying his mind a little more each time you filled him up. “S-sorry, ‘m sorry. It’s so good, t-too good.”

“I know, baby,” you purred, sensing that he’d reached his limit. “It’s okay, let it all out for me.”

Changbin’s words melted into moans again as you thrust into him with more force, giving him no chance to brace himself for each dizzying stroke, let alone keep track of them anymore. He wasn’t sure if it was because of how tortuously long the buildup to his climax had been, but the sensation creeping up on him felt more intense than usual, like a dam of water waiting to break. Everything felt amplified—the drag of the silicone along his ridges, the sensitivity of his nerve-endings at every point of contact, the dancing of your fingers around his cock—it was all dialed up to a hundred.

You thumbed at his leaking slit, unprepared for just how powerful of a reaction it’d elicit from him. He stiffened beneath you as a jolt of pleasure shot straight to his core, breaking the dam loose all at once.

Changbin’s broken sob sent a shiver down your spine. He arched his back off the mattress as his orgasm racked his body, spurting his release against the pad of your thumb. You stopped rocking your hips to admire him, completely taken by the sight unfolding before you. His cock pulsed in your hand with every wave of pleasure that passed through him, spraying out more cum than you’d ever seen before. It was noticeably different from the sticky white ropes you were used to—watery and messy. The streams splattered against his contracting stomach, glazing his skin with a translucent layer of fluid and coating your hand in the process.

He was panting by the time the last few drops of his release spilled from his aching head. Even as it dribbled down his hips and sank into the sheets underneath him, he didn’t quite understand what had happened, far too preoccupied with the tiny aftershocks rippling through his body. 

Your fingers uncurled from his dick, letting it fall limply against his ruined stomach. He flinched as you ran your hand over his soft, soaked flesh, still hypersensitive after the climax that had shaken him more intensely than either of you bargained for. 

“Look at that, baby,” you marveled, holding up your dripping fingers for him to see. “Your dick’s crying, too.”

Changbin’s eyes fluttered open, shiny with residual teardrops. They widened when he registered why his skin felt so wet, why the bed beneath him felt so sticky and warm, and why his muscles felt deliciously sore, like when he stretched them after a good workout. His cheeks flushed beet red, legs squeezing around your waist in a pointless attempt to cover himself.

“Oh my God. I c-can’t believe—” His face was hot with shame as he buried it into his palms, muffling a noise that sounded something between a giggle and a miserable wail. “I didn’t mean to. W-wait, don’t look, please.”

His babbling trailed off when you stroked his stomach, a gentle touch that masked how fast your heart was still racing over the effect you’d had on his body. You wanted to make it happen again.

“That was intense,” you murmured. “Are you okay, Binnie?”

He couldn’t find the courage in him to reply, too mortified to face you after making such a wreck of himself, too dazed to string a proper sentence together. All he could manage was peeking out shyly between his fingers.

You rested your hands over his to tug them away from his eyes and get a look at him. A soft objection rumbled in his throat, but he let you, anyway, mustering all his self-control to not shove his face in the pillows and hide away from your stare.

“M okay,” he reassured you quietly. 

“Felt good?”

“Good,” he mumbled. “Too good. Wh-what did you do?”

“Ask yourself that, baby,” you drawled. Changbin shivered as you gave his hips a squeeze, an embarrassing mewl slipping past his lips when he clenched around your strap reflexively and realized it was still nestled deep inside him. “Look at the pretty little mess you made for me.”

Changbin let out another low whine. He gave up on maintaining eye contact, turning his head to squish his heated cheeks against the pillow. “Binnie’s shy.”

“You’re so cute.” You ran your fingers through his messy curls to ease his mind, relieved when you felt some of his tension relieve under your touch. “Do you have any idea how hot that was?” 

Your words seemed to snap him back to his senses, clearing the fog in his head and reminding him of how he’d even reached this point in the first place. He made a tiny grunt of effort as he scrambled to prop himself up on his unsteady elbows, eyes widening with guilt. When he spoke, his voice was shot, edged with a delicious rasp after how much he’d strained it.

“I…” he giggled nervously. “I-I lost count again.”

You puffed out a light laugh of your own. Even you had completely forgotten about keeping track of your thrusts after watching Changbin fall apart so beautifully for you. Your little experiment may not have worked out, but you were far more interested in the outcome, anyway.

“Guess we’ll just have to keep practicing, yeah? Until we find out how many it takes for you to cum for me like that again.” 


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1 year ago

Desperate Jisung x you

(more of desperate Ji)

Desperate Jisung X You
Desperate Jisung X You
Desperate Jisung X You

warnings: nsfw

Desperate Jisung away on tour who misses you, misses your kisses and your voice and misses waking up with you. He misses waking up and snuggling into your arms, always so warm and comfortable, misses kissing your shoulder and your neck, waking you up with soft kisses that tickle you. It’s his safe space, and he’d love to live there.

Desperate Jisung who wakes up with a boner more mornings than not, often he has dreamt of you, sometimes he just misses you.

Desperate Jisung who tries to make do with his hands and fingers, wet and messy when he has the time and he’s alone. Fast and quiet in the showers, when they have a packed schedule and the others are around. It’s never enough. His fingers can’t reach where yours can, his palm is too rough around his shaft, and it’s overall less pleasing. It takes the edge off, but it’s also so much easier for him to grow frustrated and too horny.

Desperate Jisung who falls asleep in Minho’s bed one night, in need of some human contact during the late hours of the night, and is woken up but a pillow smashing on his face, and a grumpy Minho threatening him to stop moaning your name in his sleep if he doesn’t want to end up in the air fryer with Hyunjin.

Desperate Jisung who calls you, one night, excited to tell you all about their last concert and the rare couple of free days they have ahead of them, how they’ll visit the city and enjoy the local food, sleep a little more than usual. But your voice is doing something to him, your sweet voice through the speakers is intimate and one of the things he loves the most about you. Poor Hannie can’t help but feel his little cock stir into his pajama pants, and he tries to ignore it, he really does. But he misses you so much and he’s just so horny for you, it’s not his fault your voice sounds so nice. He has no choice but to lightly paw at his leaking cock, still in the confines of his boxer.

Desperate Jisung with his hands massaging his cock, trying to keep track of what you’re saying but too distracted to answer. After you repeat a question he tries, he really tries, but all he can utter in lieu of an answer is a whiny sound. And you know him too well, you know what your boyfriend is doing right now, you know what he needs. “Is my baby touching himself while on the phone with me?” Another whiny sound escapes his mouth. “Such a slutty boy.”

Desperate Jisung, whose cock is leaking like a faucet in his underwear, red tip wet and begging to be touched more. He can’t control his hips, thrusting in the air and against his hand, biting his lips to try and hold off his moans, failing.

Desperate Jisung who gives up completely and begs you for something, directions, instructions. “Put your phone where I can see you, pretty boy, and video call me.” He’s eager, always so eager and slutty. Propping his phone where you can see his whole body, taking off his pajama and underwear but not his sweatshirt, he knows how much you love him in nothing but a big shirt, and he’s suddenly so polite, informing you he did what you ask and he’s ready, he presses the video call button and when he sees your face on the display, he bites his lower lip. “You look so pretty.” he says, and he’s already out of breath.

Desperate Jisung showing you his pretty tummy and his chest, biting the hem of the shirt to keep it raised, touching himself like he’s showing off for you, touching slowly, from base to tip. He collects a bead of precum to his finger to show it to you and, when you order him to taste it, he obeys, moaning around the digits like it’s the tastiest thing ever. He’s such an exhibitionist, but you love him for that too.

Desperate Jisung who turns to stand on his knees, ass up and directed to the camera, face squished against the duvet and lubed fingers prodding at his pretty hole. He loves to show off for you, he knows you love to watch him, and you tell him as much, praising him for being such a good boy for you. “My pretty pretty boy. Look at you, with your pretty ass hungry for something. Such a perfect slut.” He moans, tries to bite the duvet to suppress the noise, but he loves the praises and the humiliation a little too much.

Desperate Jisung who follows everything you say, opens himself with lubed fingers, still heads down and ass up to show you his fluttering hole, hands holding his cheeks apart until you deem it’s enough. He takes his pink glass dildo when you tell him to. It’s a gift you bought for him, a delicate pink glass dildo with red hearts, not too long and not too thick, the perfect size to make your boyfriend lose his mind. You played with it multiple times, and he chose to bring that on tour because he loves it's something you personally chose for him.

Desperate Jisung who fuck himself with the dildo, knees spread open and back arched, his cock heavy between his legs and his whole gripping the glass of the dildo, hungry and wet. His moans and whines are the best things you’ve ever heard in your life, they’re high and short and they’re driving you mad. He’s leaking on the bed cover, a constant dripping of clear fluid, swinging back and forth with every movement of your pretty boyfriend.

Desperate Jisung who begs you to let him cum, to make him feel good cause he’s been such a good boy, and he deserves it and please please let me cum, please mommy please feels so good I wanna cum let me cum. And you can never be too mean to him, not when he’s like that, pliant and obedient and too far from you. So you give him permission and he rewards you with a beautiful loud moan and a full body shudder, his cock jumping and spurting cum without needing to be touched.

Desperate Jisung who collapses on top of the mess he just made and he musters up enough force to move and look at you through the camera. “Did I do good?” he asks and he sounds so soft and vulnerable. “You did perfectly, my baby. You’re the best baby ever. I love you so much. You were perfect for me, love, you’re so beautiful. You’re always so beautiful. I miss you so much.”

Desperate Jisung who obeys once more, cleaning himself and scarcely wiping the bed covers. Once he’s done, he brings the phone closer and snuggles under the covers, looking at you with his pretty eyes, tired and completely satisfied after many days of unsatisfying orgasms. “I miss you too…” he says like it’s a confession. “I know. But you’ll be home soon. And I’ll be here, ready to steal you away from everything.”

Desperate Jisung who smiles softly and sleepy, he murmurs something that sounds like an I love you, and he’s out like a light. Soft snores are the only sounds you can hear now, and you smile to yourself: your boyfriend is a horny menace, and you love him more than words can express.


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1 year ago

Angels wrapped in bows.

Angels Wrapped In Bows.
Angels Wrapped In Bows.
Angels Wrapped In Bows.

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: Smut (18+, Minors dni!).

WC: 2.5k

Summary: Being apart from Mingyu is always a challenge. No matter if for one minute or one week, you always find it challenging for many reasons and you know he feels the same. Yet who knew your pretty prince could get too greedy? Could crave you so deeply?

Warnings: Sub!mingyu, Bottom!mingyu, Dom!reader, Gender-neutral reader (let me know if it's not!), The term cock/strap is used in regards to reader, Gyu calls reader Daddy, Mingyu wants to get pregnant & reader gives mingyu anything he wants, (There is no real pregnancy just the situation being arousing for them both), Breeding kink, Dirty talking, Mingyu gets cockdumb easily, Lots of cum talk, There’s a little cream🥧 scene at the end (Sorry, kinda not & it’s short dw!), Pet names: Mingyu (Angel, Prince, Baby.), Reader (daddy.), Mingyu in a pretty pink nightgown during this. <3 (I think that's it!)

Inspired by this ask!

A/n: Hi guys! I haven’t written in so long so I hope this isn’t too bad! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) Since I haven't written in forever I'm trying to get back into the groove of it all so please be gentle with me LOL. Btw this might be a lil freaky for some hehe but I hope you like it! Also, don't like, don't read‼️ No need to burn me at the stake friend. Feedback is appreciated :)

Angels Wrapped In Bows.

Being away from mingyu is something you'll always consider a challenge. Whether it be he's simply in the kitchen while you are in bed or it is you on a week-long business trip with your phone being your saving grace. No matter the situation the feeling is always the same; you crave mingyu in every sense of the word. 

This week's business trip has finally ended and you couldn't be more relieved. You hate being surrounded by so many people especially those who can't even return a nod your way. You can't say you blame them, with the constant meetings, elders feeling the need to raise either voice and business being the only thing talked about. It would take a toll on anyone, especially when it reoccurs for a week. 

Although boring and uneventful you can't help but feel grateful at being kept busy. The whole time you were gone Mingyu mostly stayed at home by himself. He explained that he can't go out with his friends every day. (you told him you'd want to hang out with him every day, cutie got shy at that.) 

─﹒☆﹒─

The sight of your front door makes you want to jump for joy. Behind there is a soft bed, a warm shower, and a pretty prince. With it being so late you enter the house quietly, sticking your suitcase to the side, and putting your shoes together neatly. The last time you kicked your shoes off without care you got an earful. Who knew for mingyu to use his size against you all you had to do was be a brat about tidiness?

You open your bedroom door quietly, careful not to wake mingyu if he's already asleep but to your surprise the lamps are on. Though that’s the last thing on your mind when you see him. 

Your prince who you haven't seen in a week stands by one of the walls hanging up new fairy lights while wearing one of his dainty nightgowns. Not just any one though, your favorite one. Pretty pink gown with lace detailing, tiny bows at the hem, and one in the middle of his chest. The lighting from the fairy lights overhead cast him in a glow, making you feel like you had truly walked into heaven.

Walking up to him, you wrap your arms around his waist squeezing him tightly. You kiss his forehead with a hum, satisfied at having him in your arms again. He flinches at the contact, his surprised expression making you snicker. “You scared me!” he says, turning around to face you. His expression is cute though you know he's trying to appear angry.

“You need to be more aware baby, what if I was someone dangerous?” you state amused at his reaction; moving down to nip at where his neck meets his shoulder. You feel him relax at the feeling, already giving into you at such a small action. “You are someone dangerous.” he counters, turning back to the wall. You admire the view because how couldn't you? 

His broad shoulders, and toned back accompanied by his thick thighs is such an art that you'd be crazy to do anything less than admire. His cute ass that peeks from beneath the hem of his gown makes you drop to your knees to seek more. Slipping your hands underneath his gown to squeeze the plump cheeks.

It's so cute how Mingyu’s ass fits him, so biteable and soft. The chocked sound he makes at your teeth sinking into his skin tenderly makes you apply more pressure. You want your mark there, a sign to him and yourself that he is yours.

Mingyu winces at the feeling, the pain is one he doesn't mind. He knows you’ve missed him, in too many ways to count. He doesn't move even at the sting because if there is one thing Mingyu loves, it's being useful for you. A selfish reason lies within that as well, your angel loves being used by you. 

Mingyu loves pleasing, a part of him relishes at not needing to think when you're around. Mingyu loves letting you do whatever you wish because it makes him happy. There's also the other side of the coin that makes him dizzy and that's letting Daddy fuck him wherever and whenever they want.

“Need it, Daddy, s’much” Mingyu whines after what feels like hours of your torment. You’ve been touching him all over, your mouth traveling every inch of him, getting him so close with so little just to stop soon after. He missed you a lot and needs to feel you inside right now!

Throughout the days you were gone all he could think about was: What would you do to him today if you were here? How would you kiss him Thursday morning while he made you both breakfast in the pink sweater you bought too big for him?

He even thought silly thoughts like: What if you cum in him so deep that he got pregnant? 

Mingyu didn't think it was silly afterward with the way the thought made his mind hazy and hole feel too empty. He knows it won't happen, He is not even sure he’d want it to but the thought makes his face hot, and knowing you? You could convince him it would happen. 

Could convince him that if rocked his hips harder it'd work faster, that if he clenched hard enough around you, you'd be milked dry and he'd be so full. He’d listen, he’d listen and be the best prince cause only Daddy uses his hole, so only you know what's best.

He melts into your hold as you finally enter him. The stretch adds a pleasurable pain sedating his burning lust yet he still feels too hot. You bite the shell of his ear before leaving a soft kiss behind it. Taking his hips in your hands as you guide him over your cock. Filthy words leave your mouth, the slight degradation in them said so lovingly that Mingyu considers it praise. 

He's such a slut for cock? Yes, yours makes him pathetic. 

He’s so sensitive he could probably cum with just kisses? Yes, because your lips tease and suck all over, making him yearn.

He's your pretty fucktoy? Of course he is, he's Daddy's pretty toy wrapped up in lace and bows. Daddy’s prettiest present to kiss, bend over and make cry whenever they want.

Your pace quickens, the sound of skin hitting skin egging you both on. The fairy lights above continue to make him glow, casting a halo on his head. Proving that he is Daddy's little angel. 

“Daddy so good..” he groans out; ending his sentence with a small squeak as you seem to reach places he’s only tried to this past week. “Yeah? My poor prince must have been so lonely.” you sympathize. Pulling your hips back slowly you lean to kiss his shoulder blade. “So empty.” you insinuate with a strong thrust. 

Mingyu cries out at the feeling, the power in your movements making him try to grab at something only to fall short at the flat wall in front of him. “Need it s’bad.” he mewls out. The thought that occurred to him while you were away the only thing currently in his mind. “Need what baby?” you ask fondly. He doesn't respond instead he moves one of his hands from the wall to intertwine with where yours lays on his stomach. 

He moves his hips in a circular motion, turning to look back at you. He’s pouting as if you're supposed to know what he needs. You usually do but mingyu thinks you might not know what it is he really wants right now. 

“Been thinkin' about it while you were gone.” he says but doesn't answer you. He rotates his hips in the opposite direction, whining at the feeling. The pretty pink gown swaying with the motion causes you to groan. You lower your free hand to Mingyu’s ass before giving a spank to the left cheek. “Spit it out angel.” you snap, feeling impatient.

You lean back to stand straight and he follows; laying his head on your shoulder. His body is bent erotically the arch of his back causes his chest to push out. You catch sight of his nipples under the slightly sheer fabric, you wish you could touch him everywhere at once.

He wraps his arm around the side of your neck to secure himself. He looks at your lips before licking them lightly. His gaze travels up to lock on your eyes, there's a seductive flutter to them, one that makes Mingyu's eyelashes feel like a trap and his irises capture you.

“You cum in me so deep and it's always really good.” he whispers to you. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, drawing you in more than he already has you. “Feels so good you'd let me fuck you anywhere, anytime?” you press, voice low as you rut your hips up lightly making Mingyu’s eyebrows furrow in bliss.

“Feels so good I'd let you get me pregnant  Daddy.” he corrects quietly. His words fill you with fervor, images of mingyu walking around the house in more pretty nightgowns while being bred by you. His hole leaking and messy with your cum as he makes breakfast, feeling content as his body glows. No matter how unrealistic it is, your hunger for him is real.

He grins before giving you a feather of a kiss when he sees the light in your eyes dim, now sharing the need with him. You fuck into him faster, his moans suffocating as it hits the wall in front of you. It's suffocating in the way they sound so pretty, in the way it motivates you to keep going, to pull more out of him until his throat is sore. 

Mingyu’s cock bounces between his legs, pretty cock shiny with arousal and frustration. You pull back to grip his hips harder, fuck into him just a little bit harsher until he’s crying. “Daddy, w–wait, t’much!” he sobs out. You slow, beginning to kiss up his jaw, his cheek, and a gentle one on his forehead.

You move a hand to splay on his stomach as you fuck up into him with slow but deep thrust. Making sure he feels every inch of you glide in and out of his walls. You’re making sure to hit his prostate with intention causing your poor prince to grip your wrist. “Pretty body is so big and strong, it already has all of me but it wants more?” you taunt and he only whimpers, pushing his hips back for more. 

Each time you drag your cock out he can't help but whine, even though he knows you'll always give him more, as every time you reenter he gasps. “It wants more of me so much that your hole won't stop pulling me back in.” He can’t reply, your thrust knocking all words and air from him and it's so good. He doesn't have to think right now, doesn't even think he could with all that's clouding his mind is the feeling of you inside.

“Gonna make you even prettier in this gown angel, gonna make you take so well.” you growl. Turning his head to face you, you capture his lips. The kiss is a contrast to your bodies. It's hungry yet soft. So full of care that Mingyu almost misses the way you bite his lip with a grunt, seeming to be caught up in the idea of his body being not only full of your love but also full of you.

And all Mingyu can do is let out pleas. His body finally got what it wanted yet he still begs. “Daddy’s gonna get me pregnant?” he questions, so far gone in his pleasure and you're no better. “You want it baby?” you moan into his ear. “Yes! Yes…” he cries, head nodding along to his words. “Then daddy will give you it angel.” 

─﹒☆﹒─

You don't know how much time passes by as you both stay in this lustful haze. You came more than once and immediately stopped counting. His hole exposes that fact erotically. Cream around your strap and his pretty hole. The sight alone makes you want to cum again.

“Daddy it's getting messy, t’much cummin out.” He whines. You'd almost think he's complaining if you didn't know how much he loves it like this; with his head empty and his hole dripping.  Angel doesn't even notice his lisp being more apparent. He's so cute, so perfect, so big that you’d be crazy not to stuff his hole until it takes. (Though the thought of pulling out just to see him tear up and babble about putting it back in appeases you.)

“Thought you wanted my cum, pretty prince?” you remind as you guide you both to the bed. Laying him on his back. You lift his legs over your shoulders; moving down to kiss both his nipples lightly. “I do s’much. imagine all of it in here, Daddy, please.” he snivels as he looks down at his stomach before meeting your gaze. His eyes are shiny and his hair is tousled as it sprawls over the pillow. Your pretty prince is the real danger here, despite his claims of it being you. 

You bite back a moan at his words. Holding his hip tight letting your fingers push into the little bit of plush there. Everything feels too much, too little, so good. You almost don't want to cum again, wanting to stay here like this with him forever. Yet you feel the familiar tingle in your skin and your brain fuzzes as pleasure overtakes you once more. Your orgasm is strong even after the previous ones. 

Mingyu reaches down to his cock, finally giving it attention. It only takes three strokes and a weak thrust of your hips for him to shake with a yelp. His orgasm making his breath quicken and his legs tighten around you. 

You both catch your breath before you pull out and Mingyu decides to be a brat as he immediately pulls his legs back to show you all of him. His puffy hole clenches causing cum to squeeze out. God, why is he such a blessing and a curse in the best way possible?

“S’much inside Daddy, look how much is coming out” he slurs softly. He stares at you as he pushes more out and you moan quietly at the sight. He giggles at his effect on you, the power he has to make you feral is something he takes pride in. You avert your eyes from where you both connected to look back at him.

“What do you say baby?” you inquire. Kissing his ankle softly before letting go. He closes his legs making the pink gown fall to lay at his thick thighs.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Angels Wrapped In Bows.

P.s: guys this might be the last pure smut for a little minute as i have a few full fic ideas I'm finally starting to plan and work on! horny writer user @/jellipuff is not out of commission guys, she's just finally going to try, write & finish her fics instead of 1.0k+ smuts. 😞


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1 year ago

18+ / mdi

18+ / Mdi
18+ / Mdi

content: loser!wonwoo, nerdy!wonwoo, sub!wonwoo, subdom!reader, mentions of sfw pics being taken behind your back, corruption, wonwoo's first time, dry humping, handjob, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2599

a/n: thank u to anon who inspired this ur a real one

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in this day and age, you knew that a mere college degree would likely not be enough for you to find a job within your field.

you were a creative, hoping to one day work as a photographer or maybe get into the creative design field upon graduating. however, you'd heard the horror stories of fellow graduates entering the terrifying world that came after college, with many unable to land a solid gig after graduating.

that's how you landed yourself a spot in the yearbook committee, becoming both a photographer and editor throughout these past few months.

that was also how you came to meet jeon wonwoo, the enigmatic boy who had become your partner any time you'd be assigned to photograph at school events.

despite spending quite a bit of time with wonwoo, attending every school event with him, you were yet to really get to know him. wonwoo was likely the shyest guy you'd met in all the years you'd spent at college so far. it was extremely hard to get to know him, as he would be only mumble and shy away any time you tried to make conversation with him. so far, all you knew about him was that he was a photography major (an extremely talented one at that), he was part of the gaming club (information you got from your friend vernon), and that he was generally very into stereotypically nerdy stuff.

none of this information was too groundbreaking, which only made you even more curious about wonwoo. it seemed like he'd specifically go out of his way to avoid you, stuttering like crazy when you'd try and make conversation and attempting to work separately any time you were assigned to photograph at the same locations.

all this only made your current situation all the more interesting, as you now found yourself at wonwoo's door, pondering on whether to knock on the door or not.

for some backstory, it was finally the end of your junior year of college, meaning that most of the work necessary for the production of the yearbook had been completed. all that needed to be done now solely consisted of editorial stuff as you finessed the final product.

this meant that you'd have to meet up with wonwoo to collaborate on the overlay of the yearbook, with the two of you being assigned the duty due to having worked together for most of the past two semesters.

you had jumped at this opportunity, entirely too interested in the shy, glass-clad boy. as embarrassed as you were to admit it, you had developed a bit of a crush on wonwoo. his constant stuttering and nerves around you gave you a strange thrill you had never experienced before. maybe you had a thing for losers, who knew.

and so you decided that now that you had this opportunity to visit wonwoo, being able to get him alone, you'd have a little fun.

yeah, maybe you had put on the tiniest clothes you could get away with wearing out in public. and yes, maybe you had worn that lipgloss you had once seen wonwoo eyeing on you. but could you be blamed? the thought of breaking him excited you too badly, completely sure but now that he must've held a bit of a crush on you (at least based on his constant nerves around you).

finally knocking on the door, you waited a few moments before a messy-haired wonwoo opened the door, giving you a sheepish smile as he welcomed you in.

his apartment was clean, but you could still tell that this had been a rushed effort, being able to spot some clothing misplaced and a few bowls scattered on some pieces of furniture. other than that, it seemed like wonwoo was likely cleaner than the average male college student.

after quietly looking around, you finally turned to wonwoo, who had been watching you quietly as his hands anxiously played with the oversized sleeves of the cardigan he was wearing.

"do you wanna work in your room or on the couch?", you asked.

somehow, you had caught him off guard, making him stumble over his words before muttering that his bed would be better, as it was bigger.

entering his room, you couldn't help a silent giggle at how predictable it looked, filled with star wars and marvel posters on the wall, along with some figurines. the room also included a clearly expensive pc and a few gaming consoles, obviously accompanied by a gaming chair.

liberally taking a seat in the middle of his bed, you allowed your skirt to flow highly enough for your legs to become exposed. you grinned to yourself when wonwoo took a seat beside you, gulping at the sight before opening his macbook on his lap.

once again, without any invitation, you scoot closer to him to get a better view, enjoying the intake of breath you heard from the boy.

after that, you actually worked together for a while, quietly discussing what content you'd leave in and what you'd take out. it was quite enjoyable, actually. you had known wonwoo to have a great creative eye, having seen his photography before, but it surprised you that he was just as good at graphic design.

you voiced this praise to him, making him chuckle awkwardly as he shook his head in denial.

"no, i'm serious, wonwoo. you're so good at this," you repeated.

"ah, n-no, it's just- i'm not that good," he muttered, lowering his head a bit and keeping his eyes on the screen to avoid looking at you.

no, this just wouldn't do.

going on a leap, you scoot even closer, now with your side completely pressed up against his own. bringing your hand up to his chin, you made him face you, smiling at the clear panic in his face.

"wonwoo ... why can't you take my compliment? hmm? you don't believe me?", you murmured, keeping your distance far too small as you awaited his answer.

"i-it's not that, it's just that-"

cutting off his muttering, you continued, "want me to show you? show you that i mean it?", your eyes lowered to his lips before going back to his eyes, hoping that that was enough of a hint for him to know what you meant.

gulping again, his eyes looked to your lips too, looking back up before parting his lips, attempting to make some sort of sound but failing, simply whimpering pathetically.

his whimper was enough to ruin you, making you close the gap between you with a soft kiss.

pathetically, he whined against you as you did all the work, leaving soft kisses against his lips up until your tongue made use of the small gap of his lips, sneaking in and encouraging him to follow along in your movements.

you sighed softly against his lips, wanting nothing more than to encourage his kisses. when he finally began kissing back, you repositioned yourself on the bed, pushing off the laptop and kneeling in front of him without ever breaking the kiss. like a good boy, he followed you in your movements, allowing you to lay him down on the bed as you climbed over him.

pulling away, you chuckled against his lips as he pathetically followed your lips with a whine, hands uncharacteristically holding onto your hips as he held you against him.

"wonwoo," you breathed out against his lips, "is it okay if i take off my clothes, baby?"

"y-yes, fuck. please. i- i mean, you don't have to, but, fuck, i-"

"shhh. it's okay, baby. i'll take them off, yeah? then it's your turn," you reassured, throwing off your skimpy summer dress before snapping off your bra and struggling your way out of your panties before sitting back on him.

the sight of the nerdy boy under you as he salivated over every new inch of skin you exposed to as laughable. his eyebrows were furrowed in the a manner that made it look like he was in pain. his breathy gasps at the revelation of your breasts had given you a huge ego boost, making you play with them for a bit for his viewing satisfaction. after that you leaned down again, going back to what had first started all this.

"you're so pretty, wonwoo ... so talented and nice and pretty. my pretty nonu," you breathed into his lips, giving him no chance to respond.

he still did his best, shaking his head, insisting that you were the pretty one. that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

"n-no, you ... you're so pretty fuck, i- i've always wanted you ... fuck, is that, is that okay? always thought you were the prettiest girl ... get so nervous around you," he confessed, sighing when your arms went under his shirt, toying at his nipples before helping him remove his cardigan and shirt.

now shirtless, you practically salivated over his body, feeling him up like you were entirely depraved of touch. he was far more buff and delicious than you had ever imagined. wonwoo seemed to enjoy it just as much, letting out desperate breaths as you felt him up. before long, his sounds became even higher and whinier, as your hands made their way to his pants, pushing them down as best as you could before getting a hold of his already hardened cock.

"a-ah, t-that's ... fuck, a-are you sure?", gasped wonwoo, squirming under you like the pretty little nerd you'd been wanting for so long.

"yes, nonu. is it okay? is it okay when i play with your pretty cock like this?", your hand wrapped tighter around him, bringing his member out of his boxers and jerking him faster as he nodded desperately in approval.

"it's so good, fuck ... feels so ... so nice. please ..."

he was already such a whimpering mess and you hadn't even started working on his pleasure. unknowingly, wonwoo was slowly corrupting your mind, making you feel a monstrous need to do every nasty thing imaginable to the pretty boy moaning under you.

with a groan, you repositioned yourself, leaning back a little so you could drag your pussy against his cock. the thought alone made your eyes roll back. and the execution? the execution had you whimpering at the sudden stimulation, falling in love with the hardness of wonwoo's cock.

in the meantime wonwoo had lost all ability to produce any sort of sound, letting out breathless whimpers at the feeling of your cunt dragging against him, glasses fogged up and hands digging into your hips to unknowingly try and guide you against his dick.

"y/n ... oh, fuck ... p-please ... need- need more, oh, please ..."

dry humping could only go so long, but you wanted to drag it as much as you could. the sight and sound of wonwoo begging for you had you on cloud nine. he was so handsome and well built that you couldn't help but become hypnotized to the sight under you as you humped him with no shame.

the pretty mess under you continued to beg, strong arms even coming to stop your movements when the pleasure got too much, pleading at you to please let him have your cunt.

"g-give it to me. please. need to feel it, i- i've never had it before. need t-to know. need it to be you, fuck, please ..."

oh? was the pretty boy a virgin? were you about to deflower the mess under you?

wonwoo should've never let you in on this information, as it immediately drove you crazy with desire. you needed to claim him, mark him as yours and keep him all to yourself forever.

without hesitating any longer, you lowered yourself on him, groaning out at the stretch while wonwoo let out the prettiest high-pitched moan you had ever heard. it was pathetic how his deep voice fell to mere whimpers at the simple touch of a woman. yet it made you tighten around him all the tighter.

your hips bounced on his thin thighs, hand dipping in so you could play with your clit. maybe one day you'd teach him how to give you pleasure in such a way, but for now you just wanted to ruin him.

"gonna cum ... i- fuck, im gonna cum. c-can i? please?", he pleaded, eyes shut closed in pleasure.

it took you a few moments to answer, not wanting to leave him waiting for too long during his first time, but needing to get yourself to the edge in order to cum with him. within a few seconds he repeated his pleas, this time even more pathetically than before. this was what broke you, making you nod and whimper in affirmation as your own orgasm took over.

"such a g-good boy for me, nonu," you leaned down to kiss him, wanting to give him as much intimacy as you could for his first time.

kissing you back, he wrapped his arms around you, consistently crying praises against your lips. he let you know how badly he loved your cunt, how much he'd fantasized about this. the rest got muddled in the endless whimpers he let out.

after riding your high, you laid against his him, ear against his chest as you caught your breaths. his skin was clammy and his heartbeat fast. you loved being the cause of both things.

"does ... does this mean you like me back?" he murmured.

nodding against his chest, you left a few kisses against the skin, "yes, wonwoo. i've liked you for a while."

he exhaled in relief, "fuck, thank god."

your let yourself roll over from on top of him and lay on his side, finding a more comfortable position to cuddle with him.

then you suddenly remembered.

"shit, we gotta finish the yearbook."

it was his turn to chuckle, "let's nap for a while first. i'll wake up and get the final details later. promise."

you took his promise in the form of the union of pinkies, taking his advice of taking a nap as the surprisingly buff boy held you in his arms, falling into slumber quickly after.

~

ironically, you woke up before he did, approximately two hours after having fallen asleep in his arms. spotting the laptop on the floor, you decided to do him the favor of doing the final touches yourself, deciding that this would somehow be some form of aftercare as he regained his energy by sleeping.

shockingly enough, having the initiative to work on the unfinished yearbook spread as wonwoo continued to sleep next to you proved quite interesting as you finally got hold of the computer.

you hadn't meant to snoop, but a folder hidden on the corner immediately caught your attention. you hadn't noticed it earlier, as wonwoo had the computer on his own lap the entire time, but its title consisted of your initials, making you entirely too curious about it.

opening it, you had to hold in your gasp upon finding about twenty pictures of you out and about at each of the events you'd attended with wonwoo to photograph for the yearbook. for candids, they were quite beautiful.

in any other situation, you wouldve been rightfully freaked out. but the thought of shy little wonwoo fantasizing about you as he took pictures of you to look at later only made you want to claim him even more.

looking to the pretty boy softly snoring next to you, you were already planning all the ways in which you'd mock and berate him over it, all while you ruined him under you yet again.


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1 year ago

THOUGHTS #1

THOUGHTS #1
THOUGHTS #1
THOUGHTS #1
THOUGHTS #1

Sweet boy changbin who comes home tired from all the work he’s been doing , laying down on the couch trying to relax a bit . He’s all sweaty from the gym he has gone , he feels his body height heavy on him . He waits patiently for you to come and relive some stress from him . Climbing on his lap , caressing his body softly as he lets out a few soft whimpers . He wants you to touch him more , play with his sensitive nipples as you jerk his chubby cock . His cock so leaky , he just wants you to press your thumb against his tip , as he moans out your name , pinch his nipples and he’ll throw his head back as he rolls his eyes back . Leave soft kisses against his stomach as you keep tightening your grip on his cock as he cums in your hands , staining his stomach & your hand . Praise him for how good he has been for you , call him your good boy and he’d pay you back by shoving his face between your thighs , sucking on your clit eagerly , spreading your folds with his tongue as he tastes you . He’d try his best to make you cum as you grip his hair and grind against his tongue , he lets out a few groans , which vibrates against you making you arch your back . He just wants to prove to you how much he’s good for you and make his little bunny feel good as much as you had pleasured him .

THOUGHTS #1

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1 year ago

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♡ just so soft - chan

 Just So Soft - Chan
 Just So Soft - Chan
 Just So Soft - Chan

bf! channie solo <3 x afab reader ☕/m.list

warnings: masturbation, pillow humping, humiliation k!nk (sort of)

You've left your boyfriend all alone for the night and he really needs some release

I can't tonight, I'm working late. I'm sorry!

Chan was devastated. He had one hand on his phone and the other wrapped around his cock. Chan was desperate. You had made him desperate. Incredibly needy and eager for release. Only you could provide that sweet, all encompassing warmth that he craved. But he was alone. He was alone and unbelievably horny. He knew he would see you tomorrow. That brought him a miniscule amount of comfort. But there was still the issue of the pulsating appendage resting in his palm. He could jerk off. But the thought of you, the feeling of you. That was something that he yearned for. That was something his hand couldn’t give him.

He squirmed on the bed, rolling over onto his stomach. He stretched both his arms out in front of him. His phone bright in front of his face, still staring at your text. He smashed his face into his pillow and let out a frustrated groan. He wiggled again against the mattress. The feeling of the bed against his bare cock made his hips buck slightly. His head perked up in curiosity. Feels good, he thought.

Chan strong-armed his pillow and pulled it just below his chest. He let his hands glide over the soft fabric. So soft. He closed his eyes and pictured your skin, your face. He could imagine sliding off your clothes, watching the silky linen of your blouse brush against your hard nipples before dropping to the floor. He started to rut his hips into the mattress again, a tiny whimper breathing out between is teeth. Before he realized what was happening, his pillow was underneath his hips and his groin was grinding into it achingly slow.

Chan stopped himself immediately. He contemplated if he was desperate enough to do this. To even attempt to try this. But just as he was about to grab the pillow from beneath him and pull his pants back up, his phone buzzed.

Your contact photo lit up the screen. I’m sorry again, Channie. Do you miss me? :). 

Chan stared to his phone, then crooked his neck down toward the pillow. Beneath his cock. Where you should be. You should be the one getting filled my his swollen shaft. His tip began to leak in desperation. He bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes tight.

Chan gradually started to push himself into the plush pillow. Little by little, he let his cock slide faster onto the smooth textile of the pillow. Moans began to pour out of his mouth at an embarrassing rate. He could hear himself, the pathetic noises he was making, but he couldn't stop. His hips picked up speed as the mattress started to squeak and shift from under him.

Chan could feel his orgasm growing as he buried his face and his cock in the bedding. He knew he was being too loud, his face grew red from the shame he was feeling. But somehow the shame and humiliation was making him harder.

Chan screamed out in earnest as his pulsating member emptied onto the pillowcase. He was everywhere. Semen had spread from the pillow to the bedsheets and even his t-shirt.

Oh, fuck! Chan thought as he quickly gathered up the evidence of his perverted display and threw it in his laundry basket. He sat back down on his bed and breathed heavy, still winded and a little light-headed. He peeked down at his now bare mattress. He felt his face turn red hot again.

“How embarrassing."


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1 year ago

02:37 — Choi San

02:37 Choi San
02:37 Choi San
02:37 Choi San

PAIRING — sub bf!San x dom fem!reader GENRE — smut. fluff. a little angst. non-idol AU. RATING — 18+. minors gtfo. W/C — 5,4~ k SUMMARY — San is struggling with burnout from work, and can’t sleep. good thing you're there to make him feel better and uhm... tire him out. WARNINGS — mentions of drinking. San talks about burnout and cries from stress etc. NSFW TAGS — mommy kink (reader has gn pronouns but is Mommy). (San) good/pretty/baby boy etc. unprotected sex. thigh/underwear fucking (+ San ejaculates in their underwear while they’re wearing them <3). grinding. kissing. many hints of spit kink. slight cum eating/sharing. breast worship (tiddy-drunk San). praise (both rec.). clit/nipple/breast play (reader rec.). fingering & accidental penetration (reader rec.). a sprinkle of marking/biting (both rec.). hairpulling (San rec.). slight edging/jerking off (San rec.). teasing. begging. not too rough, not too gentle. and everyone gets to climax, yay! NOTE — I adore soft, subby San with a mommy kink. that's all.

02:37 Choi San

Awoken from your slumber by the weight on the bed constantly shifting, your tired eyes flutter open and peek over at your bedside table. The digits on the clock glow a bright red “02:37” in the dark room. You tug at the covers, once pulled up to your chin but now only covering the lower half of your body, as your side of it is being thieved by a certain someone.

Looking over your shoulder you see San laying restless tossing and turning next to you. Turning around, you reach your hand out in the dark. San flinches when your cold fingers meet his bare back.

“Can't sleep?”

Rubbing your eyes, you try to make out the figure in front of you.

“No,” San responds in a deep, husky voice and muffles a frustrated groan into the pillow, hiding his face.

“Poor baby,” you sympathize, shuffling closer to place a kiss on his shoulder and scratch your nails gently up and down his back.

San hums in response and turns to lay on his stomach, his arms reaching up to hug his pillow, face still hidden from your view.

The lights in the street outside your window peeks through the narrow opening between the curtains enough to illuminate San's upper back and wide shoulders which you can't help but admire.

Your fingertips travel all the way down to the waistband of San’s underwear and up his spine to his neck. You chuckle when you feel him shiver, but quiet down when he lets out a dejected sigh.

“What's going on in that pretty head of yours?” You ask softly and ruffle his hair.

San hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Nothing.”

“You sure?” You brush his hair with your fingers while waiting for an answer, but none comes. “San.” You prop yourself up on one elbow and look down at him. “Look at me.”

He turns his head to face you with a sombre expression.

“There's my pretty boy.” You smile, but it quickly fades when you notice his puffy eyes, and worry sets in. “Have you been crying?”

San frowns and avoids your eyes.

“Oh, honey,” you coo at him, reaching your hand up to cup his cheek and caress his cheekbone with your thumb while your eyes scan over his face. “You should've woken me up."

"I didn't want to bother you." San turns to lay on his side and rests his hand on your hip, drawing circles on your skin with his thumb.

"You wouldn't bother me. I'm here for you.” You reach for his other hand and lay holding it with both your hands. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

San takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts. “I'm just… so exhausted, and I can't stop thinking about work. I couldn't catch up on everything today, so now it's going to lay there waiting for me all weekend and give me even more work on Monday. It just keeps piling up. I'm so fed up.”

You nod and release one of your hands from his to brush his hair out of his face, tracing your finger over his eyebrows. “I know, my love.”

Sighing heavily, San turns to lay on his back, hands resting on his belly, and stares up at the ceiling. You snuggle closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“My boss still has no idea how to delegate and do his own job properly, so I constantly fall behind even if I try my best, and that fu–” San pauses, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose before swiping his palm down to his chin. “That lazy ass intern he assigned me, out of all people, to train, and…”

Your hand comes to lay on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. “San, babe, breathe.” Grabbing his hand to remove it from his face, you lay it on his chest and give it a comforting squeeze before releasing.

San closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, jaw clenching and unclenching. You caress his arm comfortingly as he tries to calm down.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I know how hard you've worked to get where you are, and it's no wonder you feel this way if your work keeps going unacknowledged by your boss. But know that I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you.” San lowers his voice and takes a moment before continuing. “The problem is, I'm not sure I can handle much more. It's so… draining. I don't know... I, I feel like I'm not good enough.”

His voice cracks, and your heart aches.

“Oh, baby… come here.”

When he turns to curl up against you, you quickly pull him in, arms wrapping around his wide shoulders giving him a tight hug. Leaning away, you see a tear roll down San’s cheek and you kiss it before it can reach his jaw. A kiss on his cheek, his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and lastly one on his lips.

“I don’t know what to do,” San admits quietly, sniffles, and opens his teary eyes. “I'm so burnt out.”

“Just because your boss doesn't do his own job properly or care for his employees does not mean you aren’t doing enough, alright?”

San looks at you and shakes his head.

“Good boy.” Holding your hand at the back of his head you guide it down to rest against your chest, petting his hair while you take deep breaths.

“I am?” San asks timidly.

“Yes, you are. You're my good boy.”

“Mmh…” he hums and nuzzles his face against your chest. “Say that again.”

You giggle, and kiss the top of his head, holding your nose against his hair and taking in the scent of his shampoo. “You're mommy's good boy.”

San smiles contentedly. You stay like this for a moment, just breathing together while your fingertips massage his scalp calmingly.

Breaking the silence, you share an idea. “Let's sleep in tomorrow, and then we'll do something relaxing together, okay?”

“Sing our hearts out at karaoke until we lose our voices and then get shitfaced drunk?” San suggests and looks up at you with a small smile.

“That's… one way to relax, yeah,” you laugh, “if one doesn't mind spending the next day hungover in bed.”

“I don't mind staying in bed all day.” San trails soft kisses over your chest from your right to your left shoulder while one of his hands stroke up and down the side of your thigh.

“Oh yeah? Pretty boy wants to stay in bed with his mommy all day?” With a hand under his chin, you force him to look up at you while the other hand draws patterns over his bare, toned chest.

San nods in response and squeezes your hip. His hands move hesitantly up your body to cup your chest, and you smile knowing what he wants.

“Mommy,” San whines cutely.

You chuckle warmly. “Yes?”

“Can I?” His eyes dart between your chest and your eyes. “Please?”

How can you say no? “Go ahead, baby.”

A second later, San's wet, soft lips are back to leave open-mouthed kisses all over as he moves down your neck. By now it's almost a routine to have your boy humming against your skin as he uses your chest as a stress-reliever, shutting his mind off while kissing, sucking, licking as he pleases. And you certainly don't mind.

You look down and find San looking up at you, as if waiting for your attention. It's an innocent look, but him holding eye contact as he opens his mouth and lets his tongue hang out, your nipples get hard just from the sight alone.

Your thoughts turn anything but pure and wholesome, so you close your eyes. That's when you feel San's heavy breath on your skin before the warm, wet tip of his tongue circles your bud. Inhaling deeply, you squeeze your thighs together and squeeze at his shoulders.

“Mommy likes it?” San asks curiously before taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking while he rolls the other one between his thumb and index finger.

“Mmh, yes, I like it.” Your breathing picks up and your body feels warm, sparks lighting between your thighs. You're supposed to be comforting your crying boyfriend, but now you're getting… horny? Fuck. “You feel good, love? Feel better when you play with mommy?”

San hums around your nipple, eyes barely open. The hand not playing with your other bud is stroking up the side of your body and up your chest, kneading at your flesh.

You can't help but whimper needily when he pulls at both of your nipples, one with his fingers and the other pressed between his tongue and upper teeth, before he lets go and licks a stripe up your chest.

San takes a moment to catch his breath and admire your body. Both your chest and his lips are glistening wet, his mouth staying open as he palms at your softness, dazed eyes darting between your eyes and nipples. Pussy-drunk? No, this man gets titty-drunk.

“You drive me crazy, you know that, right?” You say, voice airy as you gaze down on him wantonly. The view of him right now is too delicious, your head starts to feel dizzy as your blood decided it was needed elsewhere, your clit practically pulsing with arousal by now, impatient for attention.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” San smiles at the comment and latches on the other breast, leaving a few sloppy kisses before the tip of his tongue flicks over your nipple over and over while his fingers play with the other. He sucks down hard and releases, licking over your chest before closing his mouth over your bud again.

“Because, I–aah, haa…” Your mind gets dizzier with arousal. San's wet, warm tongue on your skin is too distracting for you to speak coherently, the wet noises of his mouth on your chest making your underwear wet.

Arching your back, you push him closer to your chest, hands stroking his back. One of your legs moves in between San's thighs and he exhales sharply through his nose. He presses his crotch against your thigh and moans against your skin as he sucks harshly on your flesh before letting go with a ‘pop’. You're sure you'll find a mark there later.

“Mommy has such pretty nipples.” San compliments, looking up at you with his pretty glazed over eyes. A string of saliva still connects his plush, wet lips with your erect bud before breaking as he rubs his thumbs over them and kneads your chest in his palms as he continues to subconsciously grind his crotch against your thigh.

“I do? Baby, you're too cute.” You laugh, but the effect of it all is not lost on you, your underwear already sticking to your heat.

San smiles and gently pushes at your shoulder for you to lay down on your back, your leg still in between his thighs. He props himself up on one arm at the other side of your body, looking down at you with admiration as he hovers over you. His free hand caresses your belly lovingly and up your chest before he lowers himself down to peck your lips.

“You're so sweet to me,” San speaks against your lips in a quiet voice, “what did I do to deserve you?”

Your hands come up to cup his cheeks and you look him straight in the eyes.

“My baby boy doesn't need to do anything to be deserving of my love. I love you for who you are, not what you do. Though…” you pause and bite your lip, your hands slide down his neck, and you grind your hips up against his, “the things you do makes it hard not to love you even more.”

San audibly swallows hard when your fingertips move down his chest and over his toned belly until it reaches the waistband of his underwear. San's belly tenses up and he bites his lip while observing the mischievous look in your eye as your fingers brush his skin teasingly following the fabric around his waist to slide down to grab his ass and you push his hips against yours.

That's about as much as San can take before he crashes his lips into yours, tongues finding each other in a kiss that quickly turns passionate, messy and heated. San's hands are restless, roaming your body everywhere he can reach.

You have to part from his lips to catch your breath, panting, foreheads resting against each other. Giggling, you grind your hips against his again, making him groan. You swear your clit twitched and you shamelessly moan from the mere sound of his hoarse voice filled with desire. You catch a glimpse of his eyes just as dazed, and his wet, kiss-swollen lips before he starts kissing down your neck.

“My mommy,” he whispers against your skin as he nibbles on your skin. “Mine,” kiss, “mine,” kiss, “mine.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you mumble with your eyes closed, tilting your head to the side to give him more room to do whatever he wants, “yours only.”

Grinding your hips together, you feel San's cock grow hard against your thigh. Smiling pleased, you wrap your leg around his hips and press hard against him.

He gasps and closes his eyes, head falls back and exposing his neck and shoulders beautifully with the help of the small light from the window. San whimpers and babbles something incoherent before his hands desperately caress the sides of your body again as he leans down to continue kissing down your chest.

“You're so fucking gorgeo–”

The words get stuck in your throat and are replaced with a high-pitched moan when San bites down on your chest, his short breaths huffing over your spit covered skin. Arching your back, your hand reaches up to the back of his head and pulls at his hair in return.

San looks up at you with his eyes barely open, lips parted as he releases a throaty groan. The scene threatens to release the beast inside you, trying not to listen to the little devil on your shoulder. Your underwear are soaked to the point where you think it's impossible for him not to notice.

“Please, mommy, I need more. Please, I need you,” San mumbles with a wanton, husky voice as he looks at you with pleading eyes, short of breath and face flushed as he grinds his half-hard dick against your thigh.

Fuck, how badly you wish you could flip him over onto his back and sink down and bounce on that pretty cock of his, but no… you have something else in mind.

“You know what to do, Sannie. You get what you want when you use your words,” you respond in a clear tone. You can't help it, blood pumping with fire all through your body when he gets into such a dishevelled, needy state, looking and sounding so delicious it's tempting to ravage him whole.

San is too busy and impatient to notice your smirk as he's returned to trail wet kisses over your chest, licking a stripe up your neck before nibbling and marking your skin.

“Mommy, please, touch me...” San whispers wantonly in your ear, his lips ghosting the skin.

You feel a lightning of arousal strike down to your core, and push him away to see his face already looking fucked out, and he hasn't even gotten his dick out of his underwear yet. He looks more like a bitch in heat than a sad, sleepless boy now—mission accomplished—but you're nowhere near finished yet.

“I am touching you,” you tease with a low voice, hands stroking up his back to his shoulders and down his arms, squeezing at his triceps.

“Please.” San begs and takes one of your hands, kissing the palm before guiding it downwards, sliding it over his toned chest and belly until it reaches his underwear. “Here.”

Shifting your legs you spread them wide for him, doing as he asks and starts palming his hard, clothed member.

“Want me to touch you here, baby?”

San nods and sighs in relief, propping himself up on his elbow and hovering over you.

“Use your words,” you command.

“Yes, there, mommy. Want you to touch my cock,” he speaks up, voice laced with lust.

San's underwear has slid down a bit from all the humping that his cockhead pokes out from under the waistband, pearls of pre-cum dripping on the inside of your wrist.

“So nice and hard for me, Sannie,” you praise and take your hand up to your lips to seductively lick off the cum, loving the way San whimpers while his gaze is frozen on your mouth.

“So fucking hard for you, mommy,” he whines, biting down on his swollen lips. One of his hands snakes between your upper back and the bed while the other squeezes at your hips.

You open your mouth and let your tongue out. San doesn't hesitate to lick the cum off your tongue before connecting your lips in a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, tasting his cum together.

San's hips jolt and his breath stutter when you take him by surprise and squeeze his clothed member, feeling it twitch in your hand.

“I love how sensitive you are,” you compliment him, “it makes things even more fun.” You release his cock and push him off you.

San lays down on his side, barely able to keep himself up anymore, too weak, losing himself in desire, his toned chest already glistening with sweat.

Laying on your side next to him, you reach down to cup his balls and squeeze, making San gasp and his belly tense up. You giggle pleasantly and peck his parted lips.

“Don't you think so, baby?”

“Uh-huh, yeah–ah, yes,” he agrees and nods. His voice is airy and weak, even more so when your hand slides into his underwear and your fingers wrap around his cock. San groans and swallows hard, eyebrows tightly knit together.

“Such a good boy, always so hard and needy for mommy,” you praise, voice deep and sultry, keeping your eyes on his face to witness every tell of how you make him feel.

“Always. Need you all the time.” San's upper lip twitches and he curses under his breath and eyebrows quirk up when your thumb teases the tip of his cock and spreads the pearls of pre-cum.

“Mmh.” You hum with a content smile. “You want me to distract you, hm? You want more, pretty boy?”

“Yes, yes, I want more–ah, mommy~” San pouts and whines in protest when you remove your hand from his underwear.

You peck his pouty lips and ‘shush’ him. Hooking your finger under the waistband of his underwear, pulling and releasing, the band snaps right on San's aching dick, making him wince and curse out loud.

“Don't whine.”

“You want me dead!”

“No, I just want these off. If that's ok with you?” You tug at his underwear, and chuckle when he hurriedly obeys. 

San's thick, veiny cock slaps against his toned belly as it’s released from the confines of his underwear.

“You got such a pretty cock, baby. God, it makes my mouth water…” You trail your finger all the way from the base of his shaft to the tip.

Shooting him a mischievous look before kissing the corner of his lips and teasing your tongue over his bottom lip, you give your next command.

“Spit in my mouth.”

San's breath trembles. “No, I was right. You want me dead.”

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. San smirks and licks his lips before spitting on your tongue. Removing your hand stroking his dick, you spit a mix of both his and your spit into your palm and spread it along his shaft, pulling a throaty groan out of San.

Making sure to cover his whole length, all the way from the base and rubbing your palm over his cockhead with every stroke, the combo of spit and his pre-cum mixing together creates lewd sounds as you pick up pace. It makes your pussy purr.

Shlick, shlick, shlick.

“Fuuuck…” San's head falls back, releasing a symphony of whines and groans as his jaw goes slack from all the pleasure.

You lick along his sharp jaw and speak close to his ear. “You're doing so well, Sannie. Such a good boy. My good boy.” Trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck, you bite and suck on his skin to mark what is yours.

“Y/n, I'm gonna blow if you keep going like thi–ah, shit–” San warns and groans while struggling to keep his hips still, his hands reaching to grab your shoulders.

You look at him and the sight makes your eyes darken. Fuck, he’s so pretty like this. Clenching his jaw, throwing his head back, sweat trickling down his neck. His glistening chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to not fuck into your fist, getting closer to his high by the second.

It's tempting to let him shoot his load in your hand or anywhere, right then, right there, but will you? Nah.

You still your movements, making San whine loudly, his fingers digging into your skin.

“What's my name?”

San opens his eyes, slightly disoriented by the question. “Y/n?” He tries to catch his breath.

“What's my name?” You repeat and grab his jaw, your other hand still squeezing at the base of his throbbing cock.

“Mommy!”

“Good boy,” you praise and kiss his lips.

San rests his forehead against yours, his eyes welling up with tears threatening to fall. This poor, sensitive boy is not good with edging.

“I want you to fuck my thighs.”

It takes a moment for San to register your words. He pushes his sweaty bangs out of his face. “W–what?”

You grab his chin and make him look at you. “I said, fuck my thighs.”

His dick twitches in your palm at the command, hips jerking, failing not to fuck into your fist as flames of lust rage in his eyes as they dart between your eyes, lips, thighs.

“Can– can I?”

You look San straight in the eyes while slowly stroking his member throbbing with impatience.

“Be a good boy and rub this pretty dick on mommy’s pussy.”

02:37 Choi San

San is panting at the back of your neck, his soft lips sliding over the skin of your upper back as his mouth stays agape, drooling and moaning without shame. One of his hands is on your chest, kneading at your soft flesh, while the other has a firm grip on your hip as his slaps against your ass.

“Oh yeah, that's it. Aah, yeah. Keep going. Keep driving your thick, pretty fucking cock between my thighs.” You purr, clenching your jaw and inhaling sharply through your teeth, furiously rubbing your clit while your thighs press together.

“Mmh, fuck yeah… Does that feel good? You like fucking me like this?” The lewd sounds of San's cockhead hitting against your sopping clothed heat with every thrust is hypnotising. Your free hand reaches back to grab his ass, encouraging his movements. “You're doing so well, baby.”

“Yes, I love it, I love your thighs, I love–” San reaches his hand to slide in between your legs to replace your fingers. “I love your clit, I love your pussy, god, I love it. I love you. I love you, mommy.”

Your giggles at his babbling are interrupted when his fingers press down on your clit, making you gasp. Reaching your arm over your shoulder, you grab the back of his neck covered in sweat, holding on for dear life. “Sannie…”

Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes between the walls of your bedroom as San keeps the pace of his hips steady while his fingers come up to slide into your soaked underwear, setting your core aflame. His fingers dive between your glistening folds and he hisses at the feeling.

You squeal and press your ass back against him, clenching around nothing when he teases his middle finger at your entrance.

“You're so wet, mommy,” San groans into your ear and starts rubbing your clit in figure eights, “fucking soaked. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, baby, feels so good–nnngh, keep going, just like that. Aaah–” you squirm in his hold as he slows the pace of his thrusts to dip two fingers into your cunt, your warm walls practically pulling him in. You press your thighs around his dick and he sighs against your shoulder.

“Feels so good, so–ah, so good...” San places open-mouthed kisses all over your shoulder while starting to move his digits in and out your cunt.

You start grinding your hips against San's thick fingers, effectively jerking his aching member off in the process.

“God, Y/n…” San throws his head back and closes his eyes, guiding your hips with the help of his hand gripping your waist.

To his surprise, you release your grip at the back of his neck and take his hand out from your drenched underwear, replacing his fingers with your own.

“Sannie.”

“Hm?” San stills all movements.

Shifting position, pressing your ass back and arching your back, the angle allows San a perfect view of your ass while you play with yourself.

“Fuck, baby…”

San's erection twitches at the sight and he can't help but grab it and slowly jerk himself off at the same pace as your fingers circling your clit.

Caressing your ass, he kneads the soft flesh and spreads your cheeks. If it weren't for them being covered in pre-cum and it being so dark in the room, he'd see how your white cotton underwear were basically see-through from how soaking wet you are.

You reach your free hand back, spread your legs a bit and pull your underwear to the side, showing off just how wet and swollen your pussylips are, soft whines coming one after the ones as your fingers play with your bundle of nerves.

“Babe, rub your dick on my pussy...” you ask with your best sultry, smoky voice and turn your head to look back at him.

Your boyfriend shamelessly whimpers out loud and squeezes your ass hard enough to leave bruises while the hand on his leaking cock strokes faster, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“Fucking hell… Are you sure? I'm–I'm not wearing protection.”

“I know, honey. Do it, please~” You keep your cheeks spread, showing him your fingers reaching down to spread your slick folds to give him an even better view.

You know exactly what you're doing. He wanted a distraction, and he got one. If he was standing up, his knees would have buckled.

San hisses through clenched teeth, hips trembling slightly as he releases his dick, afraid he's going to give you a surprise backshot if he didn't. Though he can't take his eyes off your pussy. It’s like you can see the gears start shifting behind them.

“Ok.”

San leans down, hovering over you, propped up on one arm as the other caresses your back down to circle your ass and up your spine.

“I can't promise I'll pull out. I'm so close, mommy, and you're so… so...”

You smile and lean in to whisper. “It's okay. I want you to come on my pussy.”

"Baby–”

“Be a good boy and make a mess on me. I want you to. Give me a big load I can keep safe all night. You want that, too, don't you?”

San closes his eyes and nods his head 'yes'.

You rub your clit faster, the sound of your pussy alone proving how much you want him. “Hear that? I’m so fucking wet and horny, I need your pretty cock, baby boy.”

“Shit…”

02:37 Choi San

You're laying down on your side with San's chest pressed against your back. One of his hands has a firm grip on your thigh under your knee, holding your leg bent up towards your body. His thick cock is comfortably tucked inside your underwear, easily sliding between your slick folds. His cockhead hits your fingertips playing with your clit every time he thrusts his hips.

San's mind goes blank, overcome by the feeling of his length running along your pussy, slowly at first, just to hear your sweet complains about how he needs to fuck you better. Faster. Harder.

Because then when he does, your praises of how good his cock feels motivates him even more. You'll have him panting, grunting and whimpering at the back of your neck like a little bitch in heat in no time, as he slams his hips against your ass without holding back.

Clap, clap, clap.

You arch your back deeper and reach your arm over your shoulder to hold at the back of his neck, his body sweating like he's run a marathon. San’s snakes a hand under your chest to hold you up against him.

Turning your head to crash your lips onto his, your tongues dance together in a sloppy, hot mess, barely kissing, jaws going slack by overwhelming pleasure as you moan and pant against each other's lips. You drag San's lips between your teeth, making him whimper and his cock twitch.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yea–ah! Ah!” Moans increasing in pitch with each harsh thrust, fingers digging into his neck, the other on his ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

“You feel so good mommy, so warm, so–mmph, your... pussy, I–aaah~ fu–” San can't shut up.

“Mmh–yeah, that’s it," you encourage him. "Your cock feels so fucking good, baby. Just like tha–aah! You're doing so well. Such a good boy. My good boy.”

“Mommy, 'm gonna come, 'm gonna come–” San sobs, thrusting his hips even quicker as he desperately chases his high.

You feel the fire in your core grow, your legs shaking for a moment. Your bare pussy soaking his dick even more, the lewd sounds makes you impossibly horny, the feeling in your core like a rubber band tightening and threatening to burst.

“Come, come on my fingers, soak my cock, please, need you to come with me.” His thrusts become sloppy as he nears his high, and the tip of his cock accidentally slips into your pussy, making you both moan out loud in surprise, and he pulls out, chanting “Shit, sorry.”

“Sannie, I'm close,” you whine.

He kisses all over the side of your face before resting his forehead against your temple as his fingers start rubbing your clit furiously bringing you closer to your release.

“Gonna give you a big load, mommy, gonna–AH, fuck, gonna be a good boy and make a big mess, just like you want.”

“Come, come, baby,” you encourage him, voice strained and out of breath as pleasure overwhelms you.

That's all it takes for him to reach his high, hips stuttering before he stills with a loud grunt and paints your swollen pussylips white, your underwear being filled with his hot cum.

San holds your hips in place as you squirm and chant his name louder and louder as you near your release. San groans and bites down on your shoulder when you squeeze his dick between your thighs.

“‘m coming, ‘m come, I’m–Aah!” Your body tense up and legs start shaking, head falling back and jaw going slack as he coaxes you over the edge.

“That's it. Let go. Come all over me,” he whispers into your ear while frantically rubbing your clit.

That combined with the sound of your wetness mixing together with his cum sets the fire in your core free, bursting overwhelming pleasure spreading through your body. He presses down on your clit, making you whimper, riding out your high, grinding your shaky hips against his palm and milking his cock, overstimulating you both in the process.

"Thank you, mommy, thank you," San mumbles over and over, exhausted, pressed up tight against you.

Let's just say San slept real good after this, and he got his wish granted the next day—karaoke and booze. Perhaps you made him come in his jeans while dry humping the fuck out of him in the private karaoke room. Twice.

02:37 Choi San

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