Are You Okay With Threesomes?

Are you okay with threesomes?

I can never get the idea of hard Dom Minho and switch Han with very much Sub reader.

Minho doms everyone

Han is Minho's sub but your soft (teasing) dom

Then you are their sweet little (sometimes bratty) sub

-sweetracha

Yes YES this dynamic is absolutely perfect bc I totally want these two to wreck me but at the same time it’s glaringly obvious that Minho is calling the shots between the two of them and wow yes what a dream this throuple would be.

I see Minho as moving between hard and occasionally soft dom depending on his mood and your behaviour, but out of the two he’s definitely the meanie bc Jisung is just softest of the soft. That being said when he’s subbing for Minh, Jisung is quite bratty and that brattiness will definitely come out when he’s domming, in the form of teasing and torturing you until even Minho is telling him to leave you alone or he’ll be punished too.

As Jisung is a switch but you and Minho aren’t the dynamic would vary ever so slightly at different times — sometimes Ji will be doing both, ie subbing for Minho and domming you at the same time, listening to and obeying Minho like a good boy while simultaneously using you like a toy and telling you how filthy are are. Other times it’ll be both of you full on subbing for Minho, Jisung being equal to you in these moments and I love the idea of him coaxing you into misbehaving with him (‘if you don’t do this then I’ll spank you when I’m domming again’ etc, again I really can’t stress how much of a brat this guy is) then you both taking your punishments from Minho together, maybe you’ll both be bent over the bed and holding each others hand in support while Minho rotates between spanking each of you, or taking turns over Minho’s lap while the other watches knowing you’re about to get the same treatment. When you’re both subbing you can be a bit of a handful but Minho is more than accustomed to dealing with you bc this guy’s a pro

The other way this would look sometimes is when they’re both being totally dominant, leaving you all alone as the only sub in the bedroom :( there’d be a nice contrast between the much stricter Minho and your sweet Sungie who’s always praising and reassuring you of what a good job you’re doing while you’ve both their dicks in each of your holes or when you’re taking a punishment Minho (I don’t think Jisung would have the heart to punish you even as your dom, unless you’d been really really bratty towards him specifically). He’d stroke your hair and coo at you while you’re a babbling mess, totally overwhelmed and fucked out from being used by your two boyfriends. Don’t get me wrong, Jisung would plenty rough with you, but in a softer and more playful way than Minho i feel

Aftercare with both of them would be heaven too, especially since Jisung being a switch knows exactly what a sub needs after they’ve been fucked. Once you’ve come back down to earth a bit he’d tease about the noises you made while he fucked you, to which Minho would slap him on the side of the head and remind him that he’s done much much worse when he’s subbing which would shut him up nicely

Overall both in and out of the bedroom they’d be the most loving boyfriends towards you, and even if Jisung subs sometimes, at the end of the day you’re the baby and they make sure you never forget it

I kind of want to write a fic about this threesome tbh cus you’ve got me going so y’all can let me know if you want that and what scenario anyway in conclusion MINSUNG THROUPLE ON TOP🙌🙌

humper • khj

hongjoong gets a puppy.

warnings: pet play, collars, one face slap, pet names, blowjob. you’re a dog sorry

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At first you were pissed when your boyfriend marched into the living room and demanded you come to the studio with him. It was a Saturday, a rare day off for both of you, and you were planning on spending it lazing around in your pyjamas, not at his work, no doubt ignored in favour of whatever track he’s working on this time. It soon becomes clear, though, that Hongjoong has other plans.

The first clue comes before you’ve even left the house. While you’re choosing your outfit, he suggests a turtleneck — or “anything that will cover your neck”. Eyeing him suspiciously, you pull on a black sweater dress with a high collar which seems to satisfy him.

On the walk to his car, his grip on your waist is tighter, firmer than usual. It’s the type of grip he has when he’s dragging you to the bedroom right before he ruins you. You stare at him, trying to pick up a sign of what he’s planning on his face, but his expression is blank.

When you finally arrive at the building, it all becomes clear. Before you can take off your seatbelt, he turns to face you, and pulls from his pocket a black leather collar. It has a buckle to tighten it and a loop at the front that you realise with probably less horror than you should that it’s for a leash.

“What’s this?” You ask, knowing the answer but needing confirmation that you’re not going crazy.

He smiles kindly at you, placing the collar gently in his lap while he explains. “The other day when we were drinking, Seonghwa said you act like a puppy and your reaction was…telling,” he says and you blush at the memory. You definitely hadn’t played it cool, turning beet red and loudly denying the accusation to anyone who’d listen while, as only Hongjoong noticed from his spot beside you, your legs squeezed tightly against each other.

“Oh,” you whisper.

“And I remember at the start of our relationship, when we were talking about kinks and stuff, we mentioned pet play,” he continues. “But then I mentioned something else that started another discussion and we never revisited it. Having thought more about you and just how… puppy-like you are, I thought now would be an appropriate time to do so.”

You gulp, lost for words. You eye the collar in his lap with shock, anxiety and longing. You hadn’t thought much about pet play ever since that first conversation after which it had soon slipped your mind. But Seonghwa’s observation, and your flushed, heated reaction to it, had brought up new, uncertain feelings within you. Like the desire to kneel at Hongjoong’s feet, naked and leashed, while he pets you and tells you what a good fucking dog you are. And your observant boyfriend had apparently noticed, and seemingly taken action. And the sight of the sleep black collar is the final confirmation for you that this is what you want.

“Can you put it on?” You have to force the words out, barely managing a whisper. This is overwhelming.

“Of course,” Hongjoong smiles. “Come here, honey.”

He grabs your hair, gently pulling it towards himself so that he can fasten the collar around your neck. He pushes two fingers between the collar and your neck as he fastens it, leaving you room to breathe. “How does that feel, baby? Too tight?”

You shake your head, feeling guilty. “No, Joong. It feels perfect.”

He smiles lovingly, and for a moment you get lost in those eyes, just as you always have from the day you met. He pulls the neck of your dress back up, covering your new collar entirely. You feel a twinge in your stomach at the realisation that you’ll be walking through the company halls, past strangers and staff members you’ve spoken to before, wearing a collar on your neck that your boyfriend had put there. It’s thrilling.

“In we go,” he says cheerfully, normally, and rounds the car to open your door and excitedly tug you towards the building.

The walk from the building entrance to his studio door is the longest of your life. Though your collar is safely hidden under your dress, leaving the whole company none the wiser, a nagging feeling in your stomach tells you that they know somehow. They know what you’re wearing, what you’re doing. It clouds your brain and your vision and by the time you reach the studio you’re clinging to your boyfriend like a lifeline.

He shoves you in gently, following closely behind and closing the door behind him. He smiles reassuringly at you. “You did a good job, pup,” he praises. “You almost passed for human.”

You choke, face reddening and he laughs. He comes to stand at your side, grabbing your hand.

“Look,” he says, pointing under his desk, and for the first time you notice the bundle of white fluff right where his feet will be when he sits down. It almost looks like a dog bed, but… bigger.

“Joong…” you whisper. You gaze darts between your boyfriend and what seems to be your new bed in disbelief.

“What do you think?” He asks. He sounds almost nervous, as if he’s worried he’d got the wrong signals from you, or taken it too far, or scared you off entirely. But he seems to notice your reddened ears, flushed cheeks and the way you slightly press your thighs together when you stare at the bed, because he relaxes, confidence returning. “Ah.”

You look up at him. “Will I just…lie there?”

“If that’s what you want?” He smiles. “You’re just a puppy now, aren’t you? Puppies do what they want til they’re trained.”

Your stomach twists almost painfully. “Trained?” You squeak.

“Of course,” he nods, face serious, but the glint in his eye tells you he’s amused by your reactions. “But that’s a talk for another time. For now it’s up to you. You can just lie there, or sleep or whatever. But there are… other options too.”

You flush, gaze dropping to the floor. You know the implications. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d pleased Hongjoong from beneath his desk, hand gripping your hair tightly as he forces your head down on his cock. But it would be the first time you did it in a dog bed.

“The other options sound good,” you mumble.

Hongjoong hears you and smiles, cheerfully clapping a hand against your back like you’re his friend at a football game. “I knew they would,” he says. “Good puppy.”

You can’t help the giggle that slips out at the praise and he tilts his head, amused by you, before his face turns serious. “Right then,” he starts. “I think that’s enough walking for you. Be a proper puppy and get on all fours.”

You drop embarrassingly quickly, settling on your hands and knees and looking up to him. He pets your head slightly, letting you nuzzle against his hand when he cups your cheek.

“I’m going to walk over to my desk now,” he says slowly. It feels weirdly nice being talked down to like this. Like you’re dumb. “You will follow me on all fours. Then you’re going to kneel between my feet and stay. Do you understand?”

You nod eagerly and he hums, satisfied. Though he’d spoken to you slowly, his quick pace is unchanged, and you almost trip over your limbs in an attempt to keep up with him. He sighs as he sits down, gesturing you towards your position between his feet. He smiles slightly at you, stroking behind your ear, before his leg winds back and kicks your knees apart.

“That was a pathetic display,” he says disappointedly. “Even puppies know how to walk properly. Why can’t you?”

You bow your head, both out of shame and a desire to hide the look of arousal that no doubt covers your face. You’ve never felt so small, so pathetic, or so… Hongjoong’s. Only he can treat you like this. Like his property. His pet.

“You’ll need a lot of training, won’t you?” He says. He sounds kind but you know better. You know he’s planning the varying and creative ways he’s going to break you as he speaks. “Poor thing. I bet you were the runt of your litter, weren’t you?”

You white sadly, shifting on your knees. You’re certain you’re soaked through your underwear, barely concealed by your short dress and now on display for your boyfriend. “Spread your legs more,” he says. “I want to see how much my puppy’s enjoying this.”

You obey quickly, so aroused you don’t even register how humiliating this is, spreading your legs at your boyfriend’s feet so he can inspect how fucking soaked you’ve gotten from being treated like a dog. He leans down to see, brows furrowed in concentration. “Pull your panties to the side,” he orders. You feel your slick coating your fingers as you pull the wet fabric to the side to expose your pussy.

Hongjoong smiles at the sight of your wetness, suspicions confirmed, and sits back up. “I’m going to put my cock in your mouth,” he tells you. “So we can see if you’re useful. But it’s not a chew toy, do you understand, puppy? Bite it and you’ll get hit.”

You nod your agreement, eyeing his crotch hungrily. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you’ve slipped into this role, disregarding your dignity and happily debasing yourself at Hongjoong’s command, openly drooling as he finally pulls out his cock. “Suck it then.”

You crawl towards him, pulling his cock into your mouth. It’s a familiar position, a familiar feeling, but there’s something about the way he’s treating you that makes it even better than usual. You suck at it hungrily, licking and suckling just the way he likes, the way he’s taught you. He groans occasionally but his focus is on you, steely gaze set on your head as it bobs on his cock. When you throat him particularly deep he almost falters, eyes closing for a moment as his mouth falls open. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Not such a runt after all, are you?”

Spurred by the praise, you go faster and harder, your hands gripping his thighs to anchor you to his cock. It’s only when he laughs coldly, pressing his foot against it, that you realise your pussy has somehow found his foot, grinding against it in a desperation for some kind of stimulation. “Oh, that’s embarrassing,” he snorts. “I didn’t take you for a foot humper, baby.”

He pushes your head further down on his cock while his foot lazily presses against your pussy, granting you the friction you’re desperately chasing. “Focus on me, girl,” he says. “Pleasure is for trained puppies.”

You nod as best as you can, voicing a muffle agreement around his cock. He lets you keep sucking at it until you can feel he’s almost close, shaking and gasping in his seat, then pulls away abruptly. You whine loudly like you’ve lost your favourite toy and he slaps your face. He pulls you up by the hair, planting a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead and pulling you towards the couch.

“Come, puppy,” he says. In the haze of subspace, his voice sounds almost distant. “Let’s start your training.”

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yeah so i have no excuse for this but let me know if you like this. it’s 3am and i haven’t proofread but i hope that’s not too obvious. been really into witting ateez lately but ive also got some skz and exo in the drafts. reblog and comment if u enjoyed. love🖤

check up on it, work up on it, dip it, pop it

dom!Yunho x sub f!reader. 18+. minors fuck off. tags: fingering, size training, pussy & ass spanking, teasing, overstimulation, nicknames (slut/good girl), Yunho is called Daddy. a/n: what can I say? I got horny and my fingers slipped *shrug* PS. if you recognise the title, we're friends now. sorry, I don't make the rules.

who in ATEEZ would love to have you bent over his lap to play with your cute little cunt to see how many fingers he can fit in your tight, needy hole, and why is it Yunho?

adding one finger at a time, feeling how your pussy squeezes them tight, only to get used to him as he keeps pushing in and out achingly slow, making you wiggle your cute butt in frustration. but whenever you don't stay still, he'll pull out, smack your slick pussylips as many times it takes until you lay still. and start all over again, taking one digit at a time instead of whatever number you'd worked up to. get you all dizzy from arousal.

but since you're such a slut for Yunho's fingers, it's impossible to stay still. it feels too good when he pushes those long digits deep inside your tight cunt, filling you up just right. he has to hold your wrists behind your back with one hand, while the other is busy spanking your ass and pussy, and he starts over again, and again... you get more wet each time, the squelching sound of Yunho fingering you so clear even when he goes slow.

your slick folds get all sore and puffy before you've learned to be obedient and take daddy's fingers like the good girl he knows you are. when he thinks you've been stretched enough, he'll change pace. thrust his fingers without mercy, hitting all the right places, knowing your body like the back of his hand. now he wants to see how many times he can make you come.

oh, it's too much, is it? then why do you keep clenching around his fingers every time he hits that sweet spot and spanks your ass? why do you keep moaning like a little bitch in heat, chanting "daddy, daddy", when he circles your sensitive clit? aw, did baby get all quiet now? you can't hide from Yunho how much you love it when he plays with you like this. you're so easy to read, like an open book — but a little slut with open legs.

Pls send me hard asks/requests for skz and exo! Want to do some more headcanons and concepts as well as fics so either or! there are no limits on what you can send if it’s abt them so let’s chat❣️

(Fic requests open for ateez but I don’t know them well enough for asks or headcanons, but if u wanna tell me ur thoughts abt them I’m happy to build on it!)

the new girl (preview)

on your first day as ateez’s new pet, they test how much training you’ll need.

this is a PREVIEW to a full length fic im working on which may end up as a series. not sure when exactly it will come out, but i wanted to post something & see what you guys think. since this will be a longer fic than ive done before, i want to know people will enjoy it before i spend a lot of time editing & perfecting it. so reblog & comment if this is something you’d enjoy and let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see in the fic!!

warnings: polyamory (ateez x reader), reader is afab and referred to as she/her, sir kink, discussion of bdsm training & dynamics, implied pet play, spanking, implied punishment

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[PREVIEW]

“We’re going to give you a little test, pet,” Hongjoong says. “It’s not to see if we want you, because you’re already ours, but to see how much training you’ll need.”

You nod in understanding and he clicks his tongue, already displeased. “The first lesson is verbal answers, it seems,” he says. “Unless we tell you not to speak, you respond to everything we say in words. Do you understand?”

You nod again, but realise your mistake quickly and squeak out a weak “yes sir.” Hongjoong smiles approvingly.

“Strip down to your panties,” he says. “Put them on the chair then come back to stand over here. We’ll see which commands you know.”

You breathe out a “yes sir” and do as he instructs. You turn away from the men as you undress, too embarrassed to face them but you can still feel their eyes burning into you. Your hands shake as you unbutton your shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on the chair as instructed. Your bra quickly joins it, then the skirt and tights until all that’s left are your tiny white panties, clinging to your hips as you turn around nervously.

You feel exposed, clad only in one flimsy garment and surrounded by eight fully-clothed men. Their gazes are dark and intense on you and you’ve never felt more vulnerable, but they look pleased, which eases your nerves slightly.

“Very good,” Hongjoong says approvingly, gaze fixed on your chest. You blush, hands instinctively reaching to cover your breasts but you think better of it before you do. Just in the nick of time, you think, if the scowl on Yeosang’s face is anything to go by.

“Smart girl,” Seonghwa chuckles. “Are you ready to start?”

“Yes, sir,” you say. He smiles gently and beckons you towards him. As you approach him, the others move to form a circle around you. You gulp, somehow feeling even smaller than before. Now you’re trapped.

“Right then,” Seonghwa says, clapping his hands together. You flinch at the sudden sound and you hear a few of them chuckle. With your eyes cast down, you miss the glint that crosses each of their eyes at your momentary fear. “We’ll start by seeing which commands you already know. We’ll teach you the ones you don’t.”

“Yes, sir,” you say.

“Look at me,” he says. You look up, meeting his gaze nervously and he smiles.

“Down,” he says.

It takes you a moment to register the command, and by the time you do it’s clearly too late. Seonghwa sighs, looking disappointed. He nods to a man behind you and before you can register it, five hard slaps are delivered to your ass. You yelp and try to lean away but the man snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you backwards into him.

“Disobeying already,” he breathes and you recognise the voice as Wooyoung. You whine and he slaps you again, this time reaching around to hit the front of your thigh.

“Don’t complain,” he grumbles. You breathe out an apology and he hums, rubbing the pink mark on your thigh with momentary tenderness. “Turn around.”

You turn to face him, shyly meeting his gaze and he pets your hair. “When we say ‘down’,” he says, “you get on your knees. Instantly and without question. If you don’t, you’ll be punished. So let’s try that again. Down.”

Desperate to obey, you let your legs give out, falling to your knees with hopeful eyes on him. He smiles, pressing a hand to your cheek and letting you nuzzle into it. “Good dog,” he says.

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what you pay for • mingi

you know what he’s here for (aka is it too late for a bouncy au idk)

warnings: western au, cowboy!mingi, prostitution, reader calls him sir but it’s not a kink, fairly dom!mingi, gentle choking, some slaps, threats of punishment, unprotected sex, me wrapping it up way too early because im tired

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He catches your eye almost instantly. He’s a little taller and younger than most of the regulars here, scowl on his face as he surrenders his weapons at the door — “Shop policy,” drawls the old man with an outstretched hand. He curses under his breath, they all do, but doesn’t seem any less confident even without his protection. Though you’re certain he’s never been here before, he oozes the confidence not just of a regular, but something even bigger. Something untouchable.

You watch as he buys a drink, served by one of the other girls, and downs it like he’s been waiting for it for years. He mutters something to the bar maid and she blushes. You roll your eyes, imagining he’s trying to buy her a drink but she doesn’t flash the knowing look you all share as you accept the most expensive liquor he can buy, pour yourself some tea, and pocket the cash. So he must be saying something else. You don’t know why you’re wondering what that is — the nature of your job means strange, intriguing characters by the dozen — but there’s something to him you haven’t seen in a while. Endless mystery ends up cancelling itself out, but even as the unpredictable has become expected, he still has you wondering about him. You need to meet this man. Find out his deal.

You stay perched on your table, chewing on the candies your Madame made, trying to look uninterested and passive as you steal occasional glances at him. You take in his broad back and the dark hair hidden beneath his hat before he turns around and finally sees you. Finally, he gets up, thanking the girl for his drink before he approaches you, coming to a stop next to your table. He puts a large, rough hand down onto the wood, just inches from your leg. He shoots a one-sided smile as his eyes rake over you.

“Barmaid says you’re down to play,” he gruffs and wow, his voice is low, low and rough and electrifying. It has you blushing, and this time when you flutter your eyelashes just as Madame taught you, you really mean it.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you giggle. He cocks an eyebrow, amused, and leans in closer.

“That a yes?” He chuckles. You watch as his hand moves along the wood towards your bare leg, tantalisingly close. “If it's not, you can feel free to move your leg outta my way,” he says lowly. You smile, keeping eye contact as you ever so slightly move towards him. He’s toying with you — but this is your game.

When his hand finally reaches you, curling around your ankle, it’s not as dramatic a moment as you expected, as he probably wanted, but it does feel different. Good. Right. And watching his dirtied hand sullying your skin as he runs it up your leg is strangely thrilling. As a saloon girl you’re by no means pure, but the presence, the demeanour of this man has you wanting him to find the one last tiny piece of you that is yet untainted, and crush it in his hands.

His smirk says he knows what you’re thinking but, still respectful, his hand stills before it can go under your skirts and towards your heat, but his grip on your lower thigh is tight and wanting. “You work upstairs?” He asks and you grin.

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe. He helps you off the table and you nod at another bar maid, letting her know what you’re doing before you lead him upstairs and towards your private rooms.

When the door of your room slams shut his hands are already on you, up your skirt, across your face and every inch of you he can reach. His kiss is hungry and desperate but a hand on your neck puts him firmly in control. “Fuck, little girl,” he groans. “You want it?”

Your head falls back as his lips latch onto your neck. Your grip on his waist tightens. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Fuck.”

He smacks his hand scoldingly against your thigh, brows furrowed. “Don’t dirty that pretty mouth,” he breathes. “Terrible language for a lady.”

You laugh softly at that. “You’re the first— fu—” you catch yourself before the cuss leaves your mouth, instead going for a vague, strangled sort of groan and he snorts, but the pleased look on his face encourages you. “You’re the first in a while to call me a lady,” you finish.

“Well you ain’t a man,” he laughs. “Let’s just—” You gasp when his hand finally reaches your pussy, sliding into your panties and finding your clit instantly. He smiles. “Yeah, definitely a lady. Got the pretty little parts to match.”

A long finger penetrates you slowly, as gentle as if you were a still virgin, tight and unbroken. You push into it desperately, whining when he starts to rub slow circles on your clit. You’re more than experienced with men, but you enjoy this careful treatment. You feel almost… cherished.

The finger inside you finds your spot and you cry out, jolting against him until his other hand wraps easily around your neck, holding you still against the door. “Fuck, Sir—”

“Mingi,” he interrupts. “You can call me Mingi, I— fuck, I wanna hear you say my name.”

If you weren’t so wound up you’d smirk — names are not commonplace here, even regulars preferring to keep theirs private lest the sheriff come knocking, so for him to hand out his purely out of desperation to hear you say it must mean he wants you just as badly.

“Mingi,” you moan and he grunts, curling his finger inside you.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispers. “Sounds so good.”

“Then fuck me,” you say and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Tellin’ me what to do now, doll?” He asks. “Don’t do that. You’re fuckin’ electric but I’ll spank you if you get cocky.”

You huff but nod your head. You strangely love the way he talks down to you, telling you what to do and scolding you like a little girl. It’s somehow different from the others, the endless men who traipse into your room and speak to you like a common whore. Perhaps the difference is how Mingi strokes your neck so gently as he humiliates you. Or maybe it’s the finger that fucks your cunt like no one has ever even tried to. But it doesn’t matter. This man is addictive and you already know you’ll do anything to get your fix.

His eyes are piercing as they stare you down, lips twitching as he observes your reaction to every movement. “I do think you deserve it, though,” he says. “To get fucked.”

You should be humiliated by the way you nod fervently, like you’ve been starved of this your whole life, but you’re not. Right now you’re capable of any emotion but unbridled desire and desperation. “Please,” you whisper. “Please, Mingi.”

“Get on the bed,” he orders, smiling sweetly as his hands leave you.

You whine pathetically at the loss of contact and he laughs, watching as you stumble towards the bed. You look back at him, waiting for instruction but he just smiles.

“You choose the position, angel,” he says. “Since you’re being so good.”

“From the back,” you say much quicker than you should have. “Want you to use me.”

The way he grins tells you he was thinking the same. “Ass up then, doll.”

You find the position easily, well-practised but your heart faces as though this were your first time. You feel Mingi’s presence behind you, towering over you as rough hands run up the backs of your thighs. He pulls up your skirts without a word, leaving you bare-assed and more vulnerable than ever. A sharp smack lands against one of your cheeks and it’s painfully delicious. You want him to hurt you, you realise. You want him to ruin you.

“Should I go slow?” He asks. “Or d’you reckon you’re wet enough for me to slide right in?”

You both know the answer. “Wet enough, Sir.”

He chuckles, sliding a finger in to check his grunt of approval is both gratifying and humiliating. “You’re right,” he says. “This cunt is fuckin’ dripping for me.”

Seconds later and his cock is penetrating you without warning, entering you easily but still stretching you. He’s big, you think. You knew he would be.

He doesn’t waste time easing you into it, thrusting into you fast and hard. Your chokes and gasps mix with the sound of skin slapping and his groans of pleasure. A drawn out ‘fuuuck’ fills you with pride. You’re tight even after all this time, like you were made for taking dick, a vessel for pleasure — his pleasure.

You cry his name over and over, chanting it like a prayer — apt, you think, because this is certainly the closest to heaven you’ll ever get. On the edge of bliss he pulls out only to slam back in again, pulling your hips against his to push himself deeper. His grip on you is bruising, as are the slaps he lands on your ass just to hear you scream. A single touch to your clit pushes you over the edge and you collapse into him, breathless and dazed but he keeps going, chasing his release. For once you pray he doesn’t pull out — you want him to come in you, pump you full of his seed, maybe even get you pregnant. You crave it like you’ve never craved anything and he delivers, unloading into you with a yell.

When you come to your bundled in his arms, held tight against his warm chest.

“How much do I owe you?” He asks and you sigh. You’d almost forgotten what this was, a simple exchange of services between two people. But it doesn’t have to be. Business may be business, but you know what you want, and you want it again.

“First time’s free, baby,” you lie.

He hums, not really believing you, but you know he’s just as addicted to you as you are. “Guess I’ll need to come back, huh?”

Yeah, you think with a smile. You guess he will.

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Heyy just dropping something small cus I haven’t posted in a while. Not proofread but please reblog and comment if u like this! Requests are still OPEN! Love🖤🖤