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Kinktober Day 9: Forgot All the Rules

kinktober 2021 request: Humiliation with taehyun (txt) ? please 🥺love your blog !!

cw: dom!Taehyun; audience!Yeonjun+Soobin+Beomgyu+Kai; reader referred to with she/her pronouns; reader has a vulva; humiliation; webcam/video chat sex; sensory deprivation - blindfolds; exhibitionism/voyeurism - sex with an audience; objectification; stripping; dirty talk; use of a knife to cut clothing; teasing; vaginal fingering; mentions of fisting

wordcount: 1,723 words

this one got so wildly out of hand 🥴 spent almost as much time yelling at myself for adding fOuR eXtRa PeOpLe to this as i did staring at pictures of Taehyun's hands. 🥴🥴🥴

it's not her request, but i'm pretty sure if i didn't tag @muselin in the filthiest thing i've ever written about her bias, Tae might actually manifest through my screen to scold me personally. 😳

Taehyun likes to fuck you while his friends watch.

You’re curled up on his lap, already blindfolded, when the call starts. You don’t pay much attention to the soft chatter as everyone gets online, trying to get yourself settled and balanced as he adjusts the camera.

“Say hi, baby.” Taehyun’s voice cuts through the muddle of your discomfort, low and velvety in your ear.

“Hi…” It’s hard to raise your voice as the darkness presses in around you, the greeting practically a whisper, and the chorus of chuckles that rumbles against your back and drifts from the speakers makes your cheeks burn. Still, you wave blindly, and something sweet and hot bubbles up in your chest as you hear Kai giggle, murmuring about how cute you are.

Tae’s hands, strong and warm, move gently up and down your sides and you relax into his touch, grateful for the way it grounds you.

“What should we do first?” You stay quiet, knowing his question isn’t for you.

“Have her lift her shirt up.” Soobin’s quick with his suggestion, quick enough to draw a round of laughter from all his friends, and even you can’t hold back a giggle as Taehyun guides your hands to the hem of your shirt. You drag it up slowly, half out of a desire to tease, half out of genuine shyness—the noises you draw from your audience only heightening those feelings.

“How pretty… baby dressed up for us, huh?” Yeonjun’s cooing sweetly as soon as your bra is visible; the praise has you squirming in Taehyun’s lap, warm and pleased even as you want to hide away in his arms.

“She’s even prettier out of it, though.” Soobin is breathless as he speaks, and you find yourself wondering if he’s already touching himself.

“She is,” Tae agrees fondly, nose nudging your temple sweetly as his hands skim up your waist, tracing the edge of your bra’s cups and hooking a thumb under the band teasingly. “All the way off now, baby.”

You shimmy out of your shirt, eager to please, then reach for the clasp of your bra before freezing. The sudden pause draws another laugh—just Beomgyu and Yeonjun this time, you think—while Soobin huffs in frustration.

“Go on, don’t leave him hanging.” Taehyun’s permission gets your fingers moving again, bra sliding down your shoulders, a shiver running through you as the cold air hits your skin, stiffening them into firm peaks. It takes effort to keep from curling your arms around your chest, but you’re rewarded with an audible sigh through the speakers, with warm hands cupping your breasts as lips press to your neck in a tender kiss.

“Bring her closer… ?” Soobin’s practically whining, and it sends another rush of shame and desire coursing through your veins in equal doses, as Taehyun lifts you up to push you towards the camera like a pet he’s showing off. The sudden movement tips you off balance, though, has you gasping and scrabbling to brace yourself on his arms.

“Ahh, so pretty…” You can hear the slick, wet sound of Soobin’s hand moving across his cock, steady alongside his labored breathing, and it makes you dizzy to know that he’s watching you, touching himself to the sight of you. “Her nipples look so tasty, look like they were made to be kissed and sucked.”

You really are just a prize to be shown off, you think dizzily, as Soobin’s deep voice rolls over you, saying things about your body you’re not sure you could bear if you had to look him in the eye. You’re just a toy to be played with, you think, as big hands squeeze and grope at your chest, pushing your tits together obscenely, as cruel, clever fingers pinch and roll your nipples to light your nerves on fire.

“I want to see the rest of her.” Yeonjun’s whine cuts through the haze of your pleasure, draws Taehyun’s hands away from your breasts to snap at your waistband.

The process of getting your shorts off is agonizingly clumsy and slow when you aren’t allowed off Taehyun’s lap—your limbs a tangled mess as you try to balance your shifting weight in the darkness, and he doesn’t help at all as you squirm and kick out, just chuckles and grinds up into your ass. It’s not until they’re all the way off that he starts manhandling you again, dragging your legs up and apart, taking your hands and hooking them behind your knees so you can hold yourself open for his friends’ hungry gazes.

“Look at how wet she is.” The low, raspy words have you suddenly painfully aware of how sticky your thighs are, the urge to clamp your legs shut to hide away the mess you’ve made of your underwear nearly overwhelming as Yeonjun’s voice twists at your cut, low and hot and mean. “She looks wet enough to make a mess on you… is she? Is she wet enough to smell? You should tell us what she tastes like…”

Taehyun runs a finger along your covered slit, and more than the muted touch through your panties, the sound of the wet slide of fabric under his touch has you burning up, hips jolting into the contact. He’s withdrawing too soon, though, and then the exaggerated sound of him sucking your arousal from his fingers fills the air. You shrink down in his lap miserably, thighs trembling as the lewd noise drags a pathetic whine dragged from your throat.

There’s no escape and no reprieve for you, though—once he’s licked his finger clean, he’s back to tracing your folds through wet fabric, an arm around your waist holding you in place with ease while he works his fingers along the slick mess of you, making as much noise as possible to make you whimper and squirm for your audience. He even dips into your entrance, fucking your sopping underwear into you as your muscles clench desperately around the teasing thrusts.

You don’t realize that the arm around your waist has left until you feel the cool slide of metal against your skin, until the sound of fabric rending fills the room and air hits your damp folds, sending a violent shiver up your spine. Distantly, you register the sound of Beomgyu laughing and cheering as the pocketknife glints under the light of the screen, but it’s closed with a snap and tossed away in favor of unforgiving fingers spreading you open.

By now, you should know better than to think your torment is over, but you still nearly cry when Taehyun leaves you achingly empty in favor of stringing you along further, stroking lips plump and flushed with arousal, tapping at your clit arrhythmically. The more he plays with you, the wetter you get, until you can feel it sticking to your thighs and dripping down your ass.

“She’s practically dripping now,” Beomgyu says, with a laugh that makes you shudder. “All over your pants, the chair, too… such a messy little slut…”

Even over the thick, wet sound of his fingers teasing you, you can hear his friends’ soft groans, the sound of hands working over cocks. It makes you shiver with shame, makes your toes curl with pleasure, knowing that they’re using you to get themselves off.

“Just put your fingers inside already.” You recognize the whine of Kai’s voice, puppyish and needy. There aren’t words to explain the depth of your gratitude for him when Taehyun finally sinks one long finger into you—it’s not enough, never enough, but the relief you feel at having something to clench down around is indescribable.

He knows what Kai likes, makes sure to spread your lips open with his other hand so there’s a clear view of the way your pussy swallows him up greedily as he pushes a second finger in.

“Give her one more…” A third finger presses into you, and you shudder as you feel your walls stretch to take him, as he curls his fingers to find that tender spot that makes you moan like the whore he’s turned you into.

“Another…” Kai’s eagerness has Taehyun and the others laughing, even as he works a fourth finger slowly into you, easing you open with shallow little thrusts that lock up your limbs and drag animal noises from somewhere deep in your chest.

“Do you want her stretched open so much that you can see inside?” You can’t hold back a whimper at Beomgyu’s words, the thought of being pried open and seen in a way even more mortifying than this has your eyes burning and your lungs seizing up with choked little sobs.

“I think he just wants to see her take a whole fist,” Yeonjun teases breathily.

“She’s slutty enough to fit a whole fist inside of her,” Taehyun declares confidently, twisting his fingers to press into the needy spot he’d been neglecting and dragging a strangled gasp out of you. “She could take one of mine for sure, but maybe even Kai’s.”

The thought of being so full—of having someone’s whole fist inside of you—of Taehyun, or Kai, or maybe even both of them taking turns, slowly, carefully working a big hand into your small body—hits you like a freight train, everything that isn’t want or need pushed out of your mind. You don’t even realize you’re cumming until Tae brings a hand up to tuck you in closer to his chest, whispering soothing nothings in your ear as you shake apart in his arms, as the need that’s been pulsing through your veins like gasoline is finally set alight.

All you know is that the darkness behind your eyelids has gone an almost blinding white, pleasure so hot and sharp you think you might die from it.

When you’re capable of hearing and feeling a world outside your own body again, there are big hands carefully uncurling your fingers from where they’ve dug into your thighs, easing your legs down from you’d held them to drape across the arm of the chair. You’re dimly aware of voices still carrying from the speakers, but aside from some cursing and muffled groans, your thoughts are too scrambled to make sense of what they’re saying—at least, until Taehyun’s voice cuts through them all, clear as a diamond.

“Give us five minutes and she’ll be ready to go again.”

fanfictions aren’t enough i need this man to fuck me

i absolutely need more

DAY 3: YEONJUN (TXT)

multifandomfantasies’ milestone celebration

word count: 498

warnings: coworkers to fwb, sub!yeonjun, public shenanigans, begging, dacryphilia, hints at future oral (y/n receiving). y/n is wearing a skirt and panties.

MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT.

he’s even prettier up close - especially from this angle, kneeling at your feet in a dim lit alley, stray lights from the club flickering over his face and casting alluring shadows.

you always liked what you saw at work in passing sometimes - his nerdy glasses, pouty lips, eye-catching, attractive.

you liked what you saw when you stumbled across his profile while you were swiping through one of the apps - his need bleeding through the short lines of his bio, pictures a tad too innocent to be true, inexperienced, experimental.

you like what you see now - his eyeliner blurring at the waterline, slutty, pathetic.

it’s the first time you play like this, face to face - or face to knee considering how he’s crumpled between your legs and the wall, anything prior was over the chatroom of the fateful dating app, hidden away in a folder on your phone.

it was easy to make him spill his deepest desires to you, a gentle pull enough to open the floodgates of his barely vaulted desire.

“i did everything you said,” yeonjun breathes now, barely audible over the muffled pounding of the bass in the building behind him.

“i didn’t cum the whole week. didn’t even touch. just like you told me. please,” his voice winds higher, wet with desperation. “please, please, just let me cum now, i’ll be so quick.”

you feel his hard cock against your shin when he shifts on his knees and you know yeonjun must feel it too, must be purposely seeking out the unyielding friction to grant himself any kind of relief.

“it’s all about you getting off, isn’t it? who’d have thought i’d have such a selfish thing on my hands,” you laugh, just to watch the way yeonjun crumbles for you.

“n-no, no please, i just want to be good for y-you, please,” yeonjun starts sobbing then, voice breaking off into a pathetic whine, tears streaking his makeup, ruined because of you. and you don’t think he ever looked more beautiful. a deep, twisted glee settles in your lower stomach, winding tighter with every little sniffle and whimper.

“if you want to be good so badly, maybe you should prove it,” you sneer.

yeonjun nods eagerly, body still shaking with small sobs as he sneaks one hand up between your legs towards the panties under your skirt, but you stop him with a rough grip to his jaw.

“no touching,” you hiss. “don’t you remember what we talked about for tonight?”

yeonjun obediently tucks his hands behind his knees, wet eyes sparkling up at you expectantly as he lets his tongue fall out of his mouth, drool pooling at the tip and threatening to fall as he waits for you to rid yourself of your panties and descend onto his face.

“are you sure?” you check in first, suddenly hyperaware of your situation - the location, your relationship - but yeonjun nods without hesitation.

“please. let me earn it.”

under my skin - khj x jwy 18+

pairing; jung wooyoung x kim hongjoong genre; pwp, smut, 18+ wc; 7.2k summary; wooyoung should never have admitted that he liked hongjoong bossing him around, and he most definitely shouldn’t have done it so publicly. aka hongjoong knows how to get under his skin and god damn if he doesn’t do it fucking well. warnings; explicit smut, fingering, oral sex: m, dirty talk, praise, a lil bit of degradation and humiliation if you squint a/n; hi 😳 so uh this was an impulse writing moment whoopsie but also yeah this is my first mxm work as well as my first mxm smut so yeehaw im going all out on the first one huh :’D as always feedback is appreciated esp since this is something new to me and idek if it did it well 😳

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On the list of things Wooyoung knows he definitely should not have done, openly admitting that he is both attracted to Hongjoong and enjoys it when the leader bosses him around on a Christmas live of all things is at the very top.

“He was just sitting on the couch, and I was about to go back to my room then he goes ‘Hey Wooyoung, get my meal ready’. I thought ‘this is the first time someone has treated me like this’. It was — it was attractive.”

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this is the reason i love woojoong sm now

give and take - k.ys, j.wy, k.hj 18+

pairing; wooyoung x yeosang x hongjoong genre; angst, smut, 18+, the angst isn’t bad i swear it’s temporary wc; 16.8k summary; watching the two people he has feelings for come together in a relationship that holds some of the greatest moments of intimacy. and sure, yes, yeosang acknowledges that it could be something purely physical for them, but that doesn’t negate the fact that the two people he has feelings for are fucking and have been fucking right under his nose for the last several weeks. warnings; explicit smut, fingering, oral sex: m, dirty talk, praise, lil degradation, slight exhibitionism and voyeurism, explicit smut, multiple orgasms, come sharing, masturbation, handjobs, threesome, sub woo, sub yeo, dom joong, yaknow the works an; happy belated valentine’s day! i hope you all enjoy muahmuah xx also this is grossly unedited im sorry but my internet is gonna go out again at any second and i just wanna post this ;;-;

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It starts, as many things do, with a little bit of jealousy. And honestly, Yeosang could not for the life of him tell you what exactly that jealousy was in the slightest (at least that is what he tries to convince himself on nights where his thoughts all but consume him). He was not the first to notice the sudden dynamic shift between Hongjoong and Wooyoung, and he was positively certain that the others would catch up soon enough. He was the third to detect the shift in their demeanors around each other; Seonghwa obviously being the first since he’s so close with Hongjoong and apparently has to vacate his own bedroom whenever Wooyoung disappears inside. Jongho, the ever-observant and perceptive youngest, was the second to notice, and he is actually the one who prompted Yeosang to take a deeper look into what was going on.

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i didn't realize how much i needed a felix convincing me to carve his name into my leg and to complete a blood oath to seal or undying friendship scenerio

stray kids yandere headcanons (18+)

dark content, please read the warnings

warnings: mentions of general violence, manipulation, possessiveness, stalking, trespassing, kidnapping, masturbation, drugging, nonconsensual filming, mentions of dubcon and noncon, victim blaming, breeding kink, knifeplay, cutting, mentions of blood, blood oath, suicide pact. not thought out or proofread.

this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

bang chan

• he feels bad about his focus on you, but just can’t help himself

• as soon as he realized that you’re the only one who gets him hard anymore it was over for him

• secretly films you in your home (getting ready, masturbating with your blinds only partly drawn, getting your back blown out by a lover, doing chores, all of it) - chan jerks off to these videos a lot, feeling terrible about it afterwards, but never able to get enough of watching you

• chan often fantasizes about stealing you away and keeping you safe in a perfect home for just the two of you

• strong dumbification and breeding kink - chan feels like you’re controlling his cock, now he needs to balance the budget by having his cock control you

leeknow

• he likes it best when you’re scared, especially when you’re scared of him

• pretty quickly makes it known that he’s coming for you, relishes the way your face changes in terror whenever he corners you

• mocks you a lot, imitating the way you sound when you plead and cry

• he wants you to be his perfect little doll, but first he wants you to make him earn it - he doesn’t mind you fighting back, it just makes overpowering you more exciting for him

• he enjoys seeing you in pain a little too much, he loves the rawness and the intensity that comes with inflicting such intense sensations, connecting you and him for a moment in which he holds complete power over how you feel

• minho has his gentle moments with you sometimes, but it’s usually the calm before a big storm - his soft voice almost scares you more than his cold, harsh one

changbin

• in one word: persistent

• in his mind, all he wants is to “protect” you

• likes watching you sleep whenever be can

• sometimes he even jerks off in front of you, not deterred by you waking up and reacting negatively - he likes being with you regardless and he’s confident you’ll come around some time

• it’s like his body is on autopilot with you, he doesn’t talk much and just moves like his body is pulled to yours by an invisible force

• quicker and stronger than you - changbin likes using this to his advantage to pull you close and hold your body to his when he can’t take just looking at you anymore, one hand clamped tight around your mouth, the other one desperately pawing at your silhouette while his hard-on presses against your side

hyunjin

• he’s convinced you’re obsessed with him too and thinks you’re just being complicated and prude

• he has a lot of star crossed lovers type fantasies

• gets incredibly horny over you, draws pictures and writes explicit stories about the two of you to find some type of outlet

• he doesn’t approach you in a violent way, you might even build a relationship naturally (or at least you think that’s what it is)

• cries and begs for a second chance whenever he oversteps

• more manipulative and toxic than violent

• he’s good at figuring out what makes you tick and likes using his looks and sex as a weapon to confuse you about what’s actually good for you

han

• he’s just constantly around

• secretly steals your shit - he’s happy with owning anything you touched, but gets especially excited about snagging your underwear though

• overtly flirts with you whenever he gets the chance, trying to woo you

• you might actually be able to have a relationship with him, not really seeing his attempts of getting to know you as overbearing because you aren’t aware of the extent of his obsession

• once he feels more secure in his relationship with you he gets unexpectedly aggressive and possessive

• despite his sweet words and innocent eyes he fucks hard and fast, scratches and bites you like he wants to take another part of you with him

• he wants you to own him, wants you to be obsessed with him too

• his yandere side might not come out until well into the relationship, rather it slowly starts spiraling the more time you grant him with you until he can’t stand the thought of someone else as much as talking to you for a second

• a suicide pact is not off the table with him

felix

• you think he’s your friend. he’s not.

• it might seem like he’s just a bit intense with expressing his love, but he actually wants to consume you

• felix likes ritualistic stuff, asks you to do some kind of blood oath to seal your friendship early on, insists on carving each others names onto your bodies later on

• weirdly fascinated with your blood

• may or may not have murdered someone

• wants to get high with you a lot, claiming it’s because he wants to experience every view of the world with you - and that may be part of it, but his biggest motivation is drugging you so that you’re more pliant to his advances

• sickeningly sweet, almost romantic sex that you usually only agree to when you’re high with him

seungmin

• wants to play mind games with you

• very sinister in his approach, hates you as much as he loves you - angry that this obsession with you is chipping away at his self control

• surprisingly sexually deviant, makes you live out his darkest fantasies and degrades you for it

• takes picture after picture after picture, documents everything with meticulous attention despite almost feeling delirious with arousal whenever he plays his sick games with you

• he’s in it for the long haul and probably has an elaborate plan to someday take you away and keep you all for himself

i.n

• he doesn’t seem unusual at first, maybe a bit shy and closed off, you get used to him being nervous around you quickly

• it’s obvious that he’s obsessed with your scent, gets hard easily and apologizes profusely when he notices you staring

• snaps at some point and feels like you “owe” him after all this time of silently letting him suffer with the humiliation of needing you so bad

• gets angry when you cry or tell him to stop, he doesn’t want to get overwhelmed with guilt and insists you tell him it’s okay

• knife enthusiast

peach prosecco | hyunjin & felix x fem!reader

summary: you ask hyunjin and felix to swing by your place after their photoshoot

↳ warnings: dom!felix, sub!femreader, sub!hyunjin, drug usage, threesome, breathplay, established relationship, oral sex (m receiving), mention of restrictive diet, intoxicated sex

You were already two glasses into the peach prosecco bottle Felix had gifted you before deciding to text the both of them. Your oversized and slightly transparent white t-shirt slipping off your shoulder as you typed.

after your photoshoot is done can you guys come by my place?

The message sent and you let your head fall back against your window frame, it was almost noon and the sky was a gradient shade of blue and yellow.

ding.

yes we can, do you want me to bring you a line or two?

Hyunjin replied, he knew how depressive you'd get when spring came around and would often "supply" you as a way to cheer you up or atleast distract you for 30 euphoric minutes. It was no surprise he'd even dabble with it, after all him and Felix were models and it helped give them the energy their restrictive diets couldn't.

You sent a sweet 'yes please' before letting your phone drop and emptied what was left in your wine glass. You liked how sweet the bubbly liquid was and how it left a sticky cast on your lips.

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A hour had passed and Felix texted you that him and Hyunjin were on the way. A surge of excitement rolled in your stomach, even though meeting up at your place was nothing new. You always felt so alive on the days they'd come over, the cloud over your head slowly washing away as you fixed your hair up a bit and cheekily added on a dab of red tinted lipstick.

-

The sound of Felix's rhythmic knocks against your door sent you racing to answer. The warmth from both their smiles immediately greeting you as Hyunjin leaned in for a kiss. You took a moment to really look at them, both barefaced, Hyunjin with only a hint of pink tint on his lips. And Felix's pretty freckles cascading across his face always made your heart flutter, it seemed like no matter what they always looked their best.

"Did we take too long?" Felix asked playfully as you locked the door behind them, a smooth "of course not" slipped past your lips. You leaned against the door for a second, the wine you drunk earlier was still in your system and the floor almost felt like it was spinning in slow motion.

You plopped down on the floor leaning on your rectangular glass table, as Felix and Hyunjin took a seat on the beige couch across from you. Hyunjin hummed as he pulled a small bag of white powder out the inner pocket of his black jacket and poured it out on the glass table.

Your head rested heavily against your arm as you watched Felix pass him his black card so that he could evenly cut it for the three of you.

"We can't do this without music." Felix protests as he stands up, tugging his black jacket off in one smooth motion before connecting his phone to your bluetooth.

"Of course you'd choose something like this to set the mood." Hyunjin chuckled, brushing his jet black hair behind his ear before leaning down and snorting his line. A pained grunt escaped his chest as he threw his head back, pinching his nose to stop it from bleeding before slouching back into the couch, a crooked smile drawn across his lips.

"I'll never get tired of that face you make." Felix's sultry voice filled your ear as he leaned down next to you, a rolled up dollar in his hand to make it easier for him. You only smiled when he handed the bill to you, his warm hand gliding up and down your back as you snorted.

"Fuck" you mumbled, eyes clinched as you roughly wiped your nose with your hand. You knew a good friend wouldn't support these kinds of habits but you couldn't deny the warm feeling that coated your body everytime you did it.

Like it brought you guys closer in a dangerous way.

Your gaze met Felix's and you could see in his dark eyes, exactly what he wanted. It was like dancing, the way he leaned in with his lips just barely grazing yours. He could taste the peachy wine on your lips as he teasingly slid his tongue across your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours. You could already feel your heart racing and the burning urge to just rip every article of clothing off of him and devour him whole.

Hyunjin watched from the couch, analyzing the way you both fought for dominance, pulling away and leaning back in. He watched the way Felix's hands slowly explored your body, one hand finding its way under your oversized t-shirt as the other possessively gripped your ass. Both of your moans being muffled out by the other until your lips were swollen and strings of saliva stretched with your distance.

"Let's take this to the bed." Felix said breathlessly, despite his calm face you could tell he was just as excited by the way his chest was heaving and the obvious boner growing in his jeans.

The three of you stumbled into your room, Hyunjin tugging off his black combat boots before flopping onto your bed. Followed by Felix who had you over his shoulder dropping you right next to him. Both of you giggling in a clouded daze as Hyunjin rolled himself onto you, tangling his legs with yours as he repeatedly kissed the side of your face and blew air in your ear.

"Ah- stop it" you whined, before adverting your attention to Felix who was still standing at the edge of the bed looming over the both of you. Playfully you stretched your foot out and pressed it against the tent in his jeans, getting a subtle reaction out of him before he grabbed your ankle.

"Strip now, both of you." He grumbled, the grip he had on you and his piercing gaze were enough to send electricity straight through you. You were sure Hyunjin felt it too by the way his lower lip was caught in his teeth and the darkened look in his eye. Neither of you wasted anytime, quickly beginning to undress each other once Felix let you go. You tugged off Hyunjins white button up (popping a few buttons in the process) and he followed by curling his fingers into the waist band of your panties. You lifted yourself up just enough to help slide them off and watched as he tossed them to the side before eyeballing your already wet pussy. You could swear his mouth was watering as you, him and Felix knew that he absolutely loved to eat pussy (especially yours.)

You teasingly spread your legs for a second, giving him a nice full view before sitting up and proceeding to undo his belt but Felix stopped you.

He swatted your hand away and made his way onto the bed, slithering right in between Hyunjin's legs before tapping your butt.

"Sit on his chest." You didn't question his orders, softly crawling on top of Hyunjin and watching the way his breath hitched as your wet pussy met with his skin.

"You're such a pillow princess." You mumbled as you ran your hands up his chest and then his face, cupping his cheeks gently as his eyes fluttered shut, completely melting into your loving touches.

"You guys are so cute."

Felix's compliment made you look back at him, he had tugged Hyunjin's boxers and jeans down to his ankles and was hovering over the whining boys fully erected dick. The sight alone made your walls clench with anticipation, which Hyunjin could also feel.

He responding by running his slender fingers up your waist and cupping your breast. The way his fingers sunk into your soft flesh made him rut his hips desperately against Felix's lips, hungry for any kind of friction.

"Someone's alittle excited." Felix sang, before wrapping his hand around Hyunjin's cock, slowly sinking his pretty lips down onto his leaking tip. His eyes hadn't left yours as he did this and you felt like your were overflowing onto Hyunjins pale stomach.

"God you're so hot" you mewled once you got a face full of the expression Hyunjin was making. Mouth parted with glossy eyes, each sound that escaped his lips went straight to your clit, you were practically throbbing for attention.

"You can use me." His words were airy as he moved his grip from your breasts to your hips, going out his way to start rocking you against his chest. The warm friction sent sweet streams of pleasure up your thighs and into your gut.

You caught on to his motion, riding him at the pace that pleased you the most. You loved this about Hyunjin, he knew how desirable he was, he knew exactly how to please and he knew what to say and do or even look to get you right where he wanted you.

Felix had fully engulfed him by now, his dick ramming right against his throat as he bobbed his head at a pace that had Hyunjin arching his back. His black hair was damp and a few strings were tangled against the ends of his mouth.

"P-please" he moaned, dropping his hands from your hips and grabbing your wrists. You watched as he shifted your hands to his throat, he was so close to cumming and was completely begging you with his eyes to choke him.

Sadistically, this was your favorite part about sex with him, everytime he needed that extra push to hit his peak. The way your hands fit perfectly around his slender throat and the way tears brimmed in his eyes as you tightened your grip. He was allowing himself to fully sink into the pleasure that the both of you were giving him.

Felix could also tell he was on the brink of cumming by the way the muscles in his legs twitched, he replaced his mouth with his hand. Pumping him at a similar pace while tracing hearts over his sensitive tip before ducking down just enough to twirl his wet tongue against Hyunjin's unsuspecting entrance.

A strained "fuck" barely escaped the overstimulated boys mouth as he held his hands tightly against yours, encouraging you to squeeze harder and watch as he completely let go.

White hot strands of cum spurted out onto his stomach and your backside as his eyes rolled back and his arms fell limp. He had passed out, this wasn't new to you or Felix, if anything it stroked your ego's.

You pressed soft kisses over the bruised imprint of your hands around his neck before Felix pulled you into him. Wrapping his hands around your waist and nibbling on your ear, "he's gonna be covering that one up for weeks" he joked. As you both knew concealer was his best friend "yeah with a scarf" you giggled.

-

Hyunjins eyes finally fluttered awake, he sniffed quietly as his sight adjusted. Satisfied to see the three of you were in a warm bubble bath together, the sweet smell of peaches and cream filled the air.

"Hey guys" his voice was quiet and a bit strained, "hey" you and Felix replied softly.

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♡ promises with felix

↳ pairing: felix x reader ↳ word count: 2.3k ↳ genre: smut ↳ summary: you shouldn't make promises you can't keep aka felix wants his reward now ↳ warnings: smut [unprotected intercourse, use of a butt plug, mentions of pegging, creampie] ↳ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3

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Don't make promises you can't keep, you tell yourself once more when your phone vibrates, the screen showing yet another text from your boyfriend.

Felix: when am i getting my part of the deal?

You kind of hate this deal you’ve made, mostly because you’ve played yourself like a fool with it. You thought you were being smart when you gave him the butt plug and asked him to wear it tonight when you hung out at his friends’ place.

“What’s in it for me?” Felix mumbled into the kiss, not even protesting about the toy.

“You get to come inside of me,” you offered so confidently. “How does that sound?”

You did it thinking the toy inside of him would make your boyfriend stutter and squirm, which would only turn you both on. But, instead of that happening, you’re the one squirming in your seat, pussy clenching around nothing at the texts Felix is sending you. That’s the thing—you should be the one in control now. In fact, you are the one in control, as per your initial agreement when entering the relationship.

Control is a fickle thing. When you first started having sex, you thought the one who fucks gets to set the tone and steer the whole thing, which was never you. Then, you suddenly realized that was kind of unfair and that you want to exert control, so you sought out guys who enjoyed letting go, who let you do whatever you wanted and make them beg.

That only happened twice before Felix, and he turned it all around for you. You’ve never seen someone be so snarky and in control while getting their ass rammed by a toy—no one but Felix. To him, letting you play with him, letting you finger and peg him, calling him your pretty baby were rewards, not punishments. He saw nothing emasculating about letting you fuck his ass or call him pretty. In fact, he loved it, which is what confused you so much.

You’ve never had a guy talk back to you while you fucked him, never had someone who sounded so in control while keeping their cheeks spread so you can push your strap further into their hole. But that always happened with Felix. You’d fuck him and ask him if it feels good, or something similar to that, even though it was clear he was feeling amazing—his cock would be hard and leaking, body twitching under yours, toes curling as he kept his knees in the air. So, you’d tease him about it, “Ah, you’re so hard... Must like being a slut for me.”

And yet, he’d chuckle and mutter in that low tone of his that got you going, “Feels perfect... Hard enough for you?” he’d look down at your hand wrapped around his leaking cock. “Bet you want to feel it in you while you fuck me, huh? I’m sure you’re so fucking wet I’ll slide right in once you’re done fucking me. I know you want me to fuck you just as hard as you’re doing me right now.”

And poof, any semblance of control would slip through your fingers, Felix leading conversation from then on, praising you for fucking him instead of you praising him for taking it so well.

You’re not sure why you thought tonight would be any different, though. The butt plug was a new thing—you wanted him to wear it in public and maybe squirm a bit. Yet, Felix was making you get wet and act awkward, so much that Jisung asked you if everything was fine.

You started it, though. Earlier, an hour into this hangout, you texted Felix, wanting to check how he was doing:

You: how does that butt plug feel in you, baby?

You thought you were doing something with it, that Felix would look at you with widened eyes and look away in shame, giggling with pink cheeks. To your misfortune, he wasn’t ashamed at all.

Felix: it feels good. not as good as your fingers in me, though

The second you read the text, you had to press your thighs together to alleviate the pressure bubbling between your legs. Fuck, he knew what to say to get you going. 

Getting to massage his prostate while jerking him off or sucking his dick was a favorite of yours, mostly because you got to see Felix fall apart. He always did it so readily too, never trying to spite you or be bratty. No, if you wanted him to beg and even cry, he would. He’d do anything to please, yet he also enjoyed teasing you.

He’s been texting you similar things since then, pausing for five or ten minutes, letting you relax and talk to people before telling you something nasty again, something that would get you going.

Felix: i bet it will feel so fucking good to fuck you with this thing inside me

Felix: i’ll give you such a big load, baby, i promise

Felix: that’s what you want, right? that’s why you promised me i’d get to do it here

After that text, Felix gives you a smirk that makes you clench your jaw and look away. You want him and you are sure people will notice if you keep looking at him like you are ready to devour him.

Felix: you want to feel me in you even after i pull out

Felix: you’re so dirty it’s hot

Felix: when are we doing it

The texts keep coming, and you tell yourself never to make a promise like this again. You rarely let Felix come inside of you, but that’s not the issue here. You’re on birth control, so you’re not afraid of pregnancy. You two are exclusive and clean, so you’re not worried about that either. It’s that you’re at Jisung’s place, surrounded by Felix’s friends, and you can’t just go to one of the rooms and fuck. You thought the idea was kind of hot back home when you made the deal, but now that you’re here, you’re worried someone’s gonna hear Felix fucking you stupid.

Yet, you promised, and he held up his end of the bargain, still is. At one point, your boyfriend walks over to you and sits down, hand wrapped around your shoulder as he pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling into it, “Can’t wait to feel you.”

“Can it wait until we get home?” you whisper back, hoping he’ll give up on the deal.

“Baby,” he whines into your ear, nose nudging your cheek, hot breath fanning your face and neck. “I’ve been so hard all this time, my underwear is all wet... Want to come in you so bad. Will you let me, hm? Want to have my cum in you?”

“God, Felix,” you grunt, even though your walls clamp around nothing in desperate need of him.

Twenty minutes later, Felix gets you to give in and go to the bathroom, following quickly behind.

You’re excited to have him but terrified of getting caught, so you mutter at him as soon as he locks the bathroom door, “You have to be quick, though.”

“Oh, I will,” Felix mumbles, the sinister chuckle telling you he’s got something in mind.

Before you know it, he’s turning you around, pushing your hips into the sink as his hands work on your zipper. The next second, your underwear and jeans are pushed down your thighs as Felix’s hand sneaks between your bodies and to your crotch, fingers immediately finding you embarrassingly wet.

“Oh, I knew you were loving it,” Felix grunts, getting his cock out of his jeans with his other hand, but you can’t focus on that, not when he’s running his fingers across your slit, getting you even more worked up. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes,” you say, knowing it can’t last long, knowing you can’t come this time, knowing there’s no time. If it were up to Felix, he’d eat you out to get a couple of orgasms out of you before he even puts his dick in, but his friends are in the other room, and he’s just getting his reward. “Just... Quick.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I can be quick when I want to,” he says sweetly as he positions his cock at your entrance, mouth pressing kisses into your neck. “I wanted to fuck you all night.”

“Does the toy feel good?” you ask him, even though you’re sure he’s ecstatic over it.

“Like I said, great but not as good as you.” With that, Felix pushes his cock into you fully, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The butt plug is applying pressure inside his ass while your walls are clenching around his cock, making him get weak in the knees instantly. “Fuck! Damn, this feels good.”

“What is it, baby, too much already?” you tease, even though you’re not immune to the feeling of his cock in you either, especially when he moves it so nicely, slowly fucking into you, letting you adjust. You're sure the double stimulation feels even better.

“Teasing, are we?” Felix asks with a cocked-up eyebrow and a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

The next second, he’s grabbing your leg and making you place your knee on the sink so he can enter you from a different angle, one that immediately gets you to arch your back into him. It's deep, and you weren't ready for him to start fucking you like this, not in Jisung’s bathroom, so you moan loudly, taken by surprise.

Realizing you forgot where you are makes Felix go even harder. “Yes, that’s right... Let me hear you... Love to hear how good I fuck you.”

“Almost as good as I fuck you,” you tease again, clenching around him on purpose, your hand flying down to play with your clit.

When Felix sees that, he tsks at you, swatting your hand away. “Baby, you have me for that,” he tells you as he spits on his fingers and moves them down to your clit, wet and ready to touch you. His other hand keeps your hip in place, fingers digging into the skin.

“Felix!” The second his glistening fingers make contact with your skin, you moan again, kicking your head back. It’s early in, but you’re already done for, and you want Felix to get you off.

His cock just slides right in and out every time, coated with your juices. You’ve been wet for hours now, imagining how good Felix feels with the toy inside of him, thinking about how much you wanted to finger him and suck him off while he moans and becomes putty in your hands.

It’s funny how he’s in control again, even though he’s the one with a toy in him. “Gonna come for me already?” he asks you as the fluttering of your walls gives you away, eyes staring into his reflection in the mirror, glued to the way his plush lips fall open as he moans into your ear. “My cock makes you feel that good?”

“Perfect,” you mumble, hand placed over his. You’re not helping him touch you—you just want to touch his hand and feel like you have some sort of control still. “Wish I could fuck you too.”

Felix snorts at that and starts moving his hips faster, slamming himself into you, your juices dripping down your inner thighs because of the way he pulls all the way out. It’s too much when paired with his nimble fingers on your clit.

“Be good and come for me now,” Felix hums in your ear gently, his voice in stark contrast with the sharp movements of his hips and hand. “I'll come right after you, and we can go back... You'll fuck me when we get home, I promise.”

“Don't make promises you can't keep,” you grunt, face frowning as your body clenches, orgasm closing in.

“Like you?” Felix quips, smacking your clit, which doesn't do anything to ruin the moment—it only makes you hornier, if possible. By now, Felix's cock makes a wet sound every time it moves in and out, revealing how embarrassingly wet you are because you're fucking him in his friend's bathroom. “You will keep your promise, pretty, won't you?”

When you hum in response, Felix starts rubbing you again, this time applying more pressure. At the same time, he opts for pushing his cock deep inside of you and moving only a couple of inches back before plunging into you again, knowing he hits all the spots that feel good that way.

You notice beads of sweat along his hairline, one dripping down the side of his face, brows scrunched as he focuses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming—”

It's a quick but powerful orgasm, one that makes you grab the sink so you don't fall onto Felix. But, he doesn't stop even though he usually would have. Instead, Felix wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his frame and pumps his cock into you from behind. His thrusts are sharp and fast, grunts getting deeper, low voice struggling when calling your name.

“You're gonna fill it up for me, hm?” you ask sweetly, knowing how much Felix loves coming inside you. “Give it to me.”

“Yes, yes,” he keeps mumbling into the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin. Unprompted, you reach back and grab his ass, giving it a light squeeze before finding the end of the toy that's sticking out of his hole a bit from all the thrusting he's been doing. “Oh, fuck, fuck! Baby, I, fu—aaah!”

With you pressing the butt plug into his ass, Felix releases inside of you, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm walls milking him dry, of you obediently taking his cum even though you're at Jisung’s, even though it will probably keep trickling out of you and onto your underwear, make you sticky and wet, remind you that Felix owns it.

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Yes, Mommy | Park Seonghwa

🌑pairing | mommy Park Seonghwa x gn!reader (afab)

🌘genre | established relationship, smut

🌗word count | 7.5k

🌖includes | loss of virginity, kink and boundary negotiation, food play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight power dynamics, mommy Seonghwa, size training, Seonghwa has a huge cock, gender neutral pronouns and anatomy are used for afab reader

🌕blurb | It takes all your courage to look up and meet his eyes. But the moment you do, a calm washes over you, reassuring you that Seonghwa was the one you’d been waiting so many years for. “I think,” you stop and shake your head before starting again. “I know that I’m ready to take the next step in our relationship. I want you to be my first everything.”

There’s a flutter in your stomach as you step into the café and spot Seonghwa already waiting for you at the usual table near the windows. You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before walking over, but it doesn’t help calm you down at all. It’s silly, but you feel just as nervous today as you were months ago on your first blind date together.

Seonghwa smiles when he notices you. “You look lovely,” he says, standing up to greet you with a soft kiss on the cheek. It makes you blush, and before your face can cool down he’s already pulled out your chair. No matter how many times the two of you have met in this little café, Seonghwa never failed to be the perfect gentleman. The familiarity helps take the edge off your nervousness as you both take a seat.

“I got here a little early, so I already put in your usual order. Hope that’s alright.” It’s not the first time Seonghwa has ordered for you, but his voice sounds uncertain, like he genuinely doesn’t know if he made the right call.

He’s just as nervous as you are, you realize. For some reason it helps to know you’re not alone in your feelings. “Thank you, Hwa,” you smile warmly, hoping to reassure him. “That’s very sweet of you.”

That seems to ease the tension from Seonghwa’s shoulders but before you can be sure, a waiter you don’t recognize walks over with both orders. “Here go,” the waiter chirps. He places your order delicately in front of you, then sets down Seonghwa’s with far less care. The waiter looks only at you when he says, “Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

Seonghwa’s eyes narrow. “We’re fine, thank you,” he says, sounding everything but grateful. He reaches across the table to take your hand and squeeze it, all while defiantly staring down the waiter.

You watch the waiter hold up both hands in surrender and retreat back to the front counter. There’s a dark shadow across Seonghwa’s features as he clings tightly to your hand; you’ve never seen him act this way before. It’s only when you gently rub your thumb along the side of his hand that Seonghwa loosens his grip, and his dark expression turns sheepish. “What’s wrong?” you ask softly.

“Sorry, I know that was silly of me,” Seonghwa sighs. He tries to pull his hand away, but this time you hold on tight and thread your fingers between his. A small smile plays on his lips. “I’ve been feeling more… protective over you since the other night. And it’s been coming out in the most embarrassing ways.”

The explanation made perfect sense, because it was the same reason you had felt so nervous walking into the café. Earlier in the week, Seonghwa and the other members had stayed late at the dance practice studio to perfect their new choreography. You’d stopped by around midnight with an armful of snacks, and stayed while everyone took a break to eat.

Yunho or Wooyoung, or maybe it had been Jongho, roped everyone else into playing Never Have I Ever. There wasn’t much the eight boys didn’t already know about one another, and the game quickly devolved into them trying to tease out the most embarrassing details of your life. And eventually you were forced to confess, in front of Seonghwa and all his friends, that not only was this your first ever relationship, but you were also still a virgin.

“I should have mentioned it sooner,” you mumble apologetically.

Seonghwa shakes his head. “You’re not obligated to share your past experiences with me. Or, lack thereof.” A familiar heat rises in your cheeks, and you try to ignore his chuckle as you dip your head down to focus intently on stirring your drink. “Being inexperienced is nothing to be ashamed of,” he says quietly, but it still feels too loud for talking about this subject in public. “In fact, I feel honored to be the first person you’ve ever dated.”

“I want to have a lot more firsts with you, Hwa,” you whisper so softly you’re not even sure you spoke out loud. But one glance at Seonghwa’s beaming face lets you know he heard every word.

You let go of his hand to cradle your drink and take a sip, savoring the flavor. Seonghwa doesn’t touch his order, but instead pulls a sealed envelope from his bag and places it in the center of the table. “I went to the doctor earlier this week,” he says in response to your curious look. “My test results just came in today.” His explanation confuses you even more, but Seonghwa only motions to the envelope instead of clarifying further.

When you finally get the envelope open and glance over the test results, it takes you a minute to realize that what you’re looking at is an STI panel. Every result came back negative. “So, does this mean you’re clean?” Without realizing it, you’ve begun to nibble at your lip.

“I don’t like to use that term.” Seonghwa reaches across the table, using his thumb to rescue your lip from between your teeth. “It implies that people who do have an STI are dirty, but that’s not the case. Most STIs can be cured, and the few that are permanent can be treated with medicine so there’s virtually no impact on the infected person’s life.” He playfully pokes the tip of your nose before relaxing back into his seat. “But essentially, yes. I do not have any STIs,” he confirms.

You nod and silently look back over the test results. “Thank you for showing this to me.” It hadn’t even crossed your mind to ask if Seonghwa had ever been tested, let alone demand to see a copy of the test to confirm.

Seonghwa clears his throat. “Please don’t take this to mean I expect us to become intimate right away,” he mumbles. Maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you could have sworn you saw the tips of his ears turn red. “I didn’t show you my test results to pressure you into anything. All I want is to be as open and honest about this as possible.” And every ounce of you believed him.

The café was never busy this time of day, but you still glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. “I’ve never felt pressured when I’m with you, Hwa. Never.” It takes all your courage to look up and meet his eyes. But the moment you do, a calm washes over you, reassuring you that Seonghwa was the one you’d been waiting so many years for. “I think,” you stop and shake your head before starting again. “I know that I’m ready to take the next step in our relationship. I want you to be my first everything.”

At least half a dozen emotions flicker through his eyes as he stares back dumbfounded. There’s pride, anxiousness, desire, uncertainty, excitement, and possessiveness. And those are only the few you identified before they were replaced as quickly as they appeared.

A mask of calm settles over Seonghwa’s face, the same one he always wears when he becomes overwhelmed. “I want to be your first, too. More than anything,” he says softly, as though he expects his voice to betray him. “But we shouldn’t rush right into this. There’s lots of things we should talk about beforehand to make sure you’re comfortable at all times.”

“But I’m already comfortable,” you insist, frowning when nothing about Seonghwa’s measured expression changes. “I’m serious, Hwa. I trust you more than anything.” But the mask doesn’t drop and he keeps smiling at you like you’re an adorably naïve child. You huff and slouch down in your seat, taking comfort in your drink order once more.

Seonghwa chuckles under his breath, which only reinforces your feeling of being seen as a child. “It’s touching that you’re so comfortable with me. Seriously, I mean it!” he laughs when you glare at him from over the rim of your mug. “But I still think it’s a good idea to lay out certain boundaries first.” His smile only grows more radiant in opposition to your gloom.

You press your lips into a thin line, tapping your fingers against the side of your mug. “What kind of boundaries?”

He looks thoughtful for a moment. “Well, contraceptives are a good starting point. Do you want me to wear a condom or not?” he asks with one eyebrow quirked. All of a sudden your defiance melts into embarrassment. It wasn’t just the question that embarrassed you, but also the fact that you’d never even considered it before now.

There’s a quiet pause as you shift awkwardly in your seat, trying to weigh all the options in your mind at once. For his credit, Seonghwa doesn’t say a word and lets you process at your own pace. “I’m honestly not sure,” you admit. For a second his mask of calm slips to reveal a spark of something in his eyes, making you shiver.

But when you look again, the mask is back in place. “This is one of those things you should be sure about before we do anything,” Seonghwa stresses. He rests his hand on the table, palm face up in an invitation for your hand and you shyly let your fingers slip into his palm. “Take all the time you need to think about this, okay? Because I’m not going anywhere.” Raising your hand to his mouth, Seonghwa presses gentle kisses across your knuckles until you’re a blushing mess.

“Hwa,” you whine softly, but he only gives you a playful smirk and nips at your thumb. You giggle and try to pull your hand back, and while he doesn’t let go, Seonghwa rests your intertwined hands back on the table. “Alright, fine; you win. I’ll  give it a little more thought.” Both of you are smiling now, his mask nowhere in sight. You want to get out of your seat, climb into his lap, and kiss him until he no longer cares about whether you’ve made a decision about condoms or any other boundaries he thinks you should have. But since you’re in public, all you do is squeeze his hand and take another sip of your drink.

“I don’t get it! Why doesn’t Seonghwa want to fuck me?!”

Wooyoung bursts out into obnoxious laughter as you hide your reddening face in your hands. “What are you talking about?” He had been raiding your kitchen for something to eat, but now he walks back to the living room to join you on the couch. “We basically had to stop dance practice the other night after your virginal confession because hyung couldn’t focus on the choreo anymore. Of course he wants to fuck you!”

There’s a groan of defeat from across the room as San dies in his online game. “I can’t pay attention to my teammates’ pings when you guys talk so loudly,” he whines, waiting to respawn.

“Sorry, Sannie!” You shoot him your best wide-eyed apology and watch in real-time as his irritation melts away. It was impossible for San to stay mad at you for longer than a few minutes. Once his attention turned back to his phone game, you made sure to keep your voice down. “You weren’t there Woo. I all but told Seonghwa he could do whatever he wants to me and he refused!”

Instead of taking you seriously, Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Duh, hyung isn’t the type to do whatever he wants without input from others. He’s too thoughtful.” Laying his head in your lap, he wiggles in place and stares up at you with a ridiculously pathetic expression. “Play with my hair?” he asks in a small voice.

You sigh and comb your fingers through his hair, and he closes his eyes with a satisfied hum. “Well, my input is that I trust Hwa completely,” you grumble, but most of the bite has already drained from your tone. Twirling the soft strands of Wooyoung’s hair around your fingers always helped to calm you down and he knew it. “My boundary is that I have no boundaries when it comes to Seonghwa. What’s so wrong about that?” You’re vaguely aware that you sound like a brat, but you refuse to investigate that further.

Unfortunately, Wooyoung was just fine starting the investigation without you. “Did you ever consider that maybe hyung’s insistence on boundaries is just as much about his comfort as it is yours?” The question cuts deep, and he wastes no time twisting the knife. “Agreeing to certain things beforehand makes Seonghwa feel more confident. He doesn’t like to assume things, especially when it comes to sex, because he knows that’s a really good way to end up in a bad situation.”

Once again, you felt blindsided by a whole new complexity surrounding sex you hadn’t considered before. “I didn’t mean… Why aren’t you taking my side, Woo? We’re supposed to be friends,” you grumble, tugging lightly light on his hair in revenge and earning a yelp.

“Real friends speak up when they see their friend acting in the wrong,” San pipes up. He sets his phone down on his chest, abandoning his game to give you his full attention. “It can be really scary to have someone give up all sense of safety and place their life in your hands, which is what you’re basically doing when you insist on having no boundaries,” he explains patiently. Even though his tone is nonjudgmental, you can’t help but feel a little ashamed, and you look away.

“I never thought about it like that before,” you whimper. Even now you were struggling to fully comprehend how much responsibility you had unfairly placed on Seonghwa’s shoulders. “I didn’t realize I was being that selfish.”

Two bony fingers dig into your ribs, startling you to look back down at Wooyoung and realize you’d stopped playing with his hair. You start lightly massaging his scalp again as San stands up and makes his way over to the couch.

“It’s okay,” San reassures you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Everyone makes mistakes and acts a little selfish when it comes to their first time. And it’s not like Seonghwa wouldn’t love to guide you through it. We’re just saying to keep his comfort in mind too.” It sounded obvious now that it’d been spelt out for you.

Wooyoung opens his eyes and smiles up at you. “Yeah, don’t beat yourself up over it. No one’s born knowing everything,” he chimes in, arching his head back into your touch. “And if you still need help figuring out what you like before bringing it up to Seonghwa, I wouldn’t mind lending a hand. Or a tongue.” You snort and knock Wooyoung off your lap, and he flails his arms wildly as he crashes down onto the floor. San giggles and kicks at his shoulder, only to howl in pain when Wooyoung bites his foot in retaliation.

“Shhh, you guys are the reason my neighbors hate me,” you scold them, but it takes all your willpower not to laugh and join in with their chaos. Both boys mumble insincere apologies. Wooyoung climbs back up on the couch, building a wall of pillows between you and himself for his own safety. San pulls you closer, letting you relax against his broad chest as you pull out your phone to text Seonghwa.

Me [23:38] | maybe once this whole thing isn't so new and scary to me, we can skip the contraceptives

Me [23:39] | but for now, i'd feel better using condoms

Me [23: 39] especially the first time

Hwa 💖 [23:41] | that's completely fair. i'll make sure to pick some up from a convenience store when i head back to the dorms later

Hwa 💖 [23:42] | have you thought about other boundaries?

Me [23:44] | i tried, but i genuinely don't know what i like or want or even a fraction of what is out there to even think about, you know?

Hwa 💖 [ 23:45] | that's okay

Hwa 💖 [23: 47] | would it be easier if i simply said what i want to do with you? and then you vote yes or no to each one

Me [ 23:47] | yes please

Me [23: 48] | but um, it's a little embarrassing

Hwa 💖 [23:48] | and why is that?

Me [23: 50] | San and Wooyoung keep reading over my shoulder

Hwa 💖 [23:50] | do you like it?

Me [23:51] | ???

Hwa 💖 [23:54] | do you like the other members knowing every intimate detail of how i plan to defile you? do you want them to fantasize about how you'll look by the end of the night once your voice is destroyed from screaming my name for hours on end?

Hwa 💖 [23:55] | because if it makes you uncomfortable, we can talk about this later

Me [23:55] | aasdghjjk ;-;

Hwa 💖 [23:56] | i need a real answer, sweetheart. yes or no?

Me [23:56] | yes

Me [23:56] | i like it

Hwa 💖 [23:57] | really? interesting

Hwa 💖 [23:57] | what do you think about food play?

Me [23:59] | as long as it's not too sticky or gross. i don't want to ruin my sheets. but if it's like fruit or whipped cream, then sure

Hwa 💖 [00:00] | got it, i'll leave the caramel sauce at the dorms

Hwa 💖 [00:01] | have you ever explored how sensitive your body is? can i get you to cum multiple times, or try overstimulating you?

Me [00:03] | um, i've never tried to.... yeah

Me [00:03] | i don't know how successful you'll be, but you can try

Me [00:04] | San and Wooyoung keep laughing at me ;-;

Hwa 💖 [00:05] | ignore them. they're just jealous cause they won't be the first cock to stretch you out

Hwa 💖 [00:05] | tell them to behave or i'm never sharing

Me [00:06] | wh-what do you mean by that??

Hwa 💖 [00:07] | nevermind. we can discuss that later

Hwa 💖 [00:09] | can i record your first time? not the whole thing, but just take videos and pictures every so often? i'd love to look back on them when my schedule keeps us apart

Hwa 💖 [00:10] | i promise never to show them to anyone

Me [00:12] | what if i want you to show Wooyoung

Hwa 💖 [00:13] | Wooyoungie, it's not very nice to tease me like that. give their phone back

Me [00:18] | i'm so sorry, Woo is being a huge brat tonight ;-;

Me [00:19] | but um, a few pictures and videos would be fine

Hwa 💖 [00:21] | i don't want to go too crazy for your first time, so this will be the last thing i bring up, okay? how do you feel about using titles like "mommy"?

Me [00:24] | it kinda makes me uncomfortable, ngl

Me [00:25] | i'd rather not get called mommy or anything else like that. it just doesn't feel right to me. sorry

Hwa 💖 [00:26] | there's no need to apologize. i understand

Hwa 💖 [00:27] | thank you for working with me to set some boundaries, i know this wasn't easy for you

Hwa 💖 [00:28] | i'll let you back San and Wooyoung before one of them starts causing trouble to get your attention again

Me [00:29] | thanks, Seonghwa. ilu 💖

Hwa 💖 [00:30] | i love you too, sweetheart 💖 enjoy your night

Wooyoung and San share a look once you put down your phone, as if they know something you don't. "What is it?" you huff, glancing from one to the other.

"Seonghwa wasn't asking if he could call you mommy," Wooyoung titters from behind his hand. "Didn't you realize it from hearing us tease him and call him eomma all the time?” You shake your head, still confused, and he rolls his eyes at you. “Seonghwa likes being called mommy. It turns him on,” Wooyoung explains slowly, enunciating each word as if you’re hard of hearing.

You look up at San to see if this is just another of their strange in-jokes, but he simply gives you a serious nod. “Why?” you ask, hating how meek you sound when your voice cracks on the question. “I mean, why wouldn’t he wanna be called daddy instead?”

San hugs you tighter, and you can feel the laughter vibrating in his chest just as clearly as you can hear it. “Think about what roles you normally expect a mom and a dad to play. Usually, the dad is the one who’s more reserved with their affections, and isn't really around much except for big moments or to give out punishments. And moms are typically the more nurturing parent who help guide you through life’s littler challenges and makes you feel safe and loved.” He pauses for a moment to yawn, letting the explanation sink in. “Which role seems to fit Seonghwa better?” he hums as he rests his cheek on your head.

"Mommy Seonghwa can be plenty scary and strict if you don't listen to him," Wooyoung snickers. "He's given me plenty of punishments!"

"That's because you're a bad kid," San mutters back.

A part of you wants to argue that there’s no rule against dads being nurturing or keeping moms from handing out punishments, but you realize that’s not the point San is making, so you bite your tongue. This was about how Seonghwa saw himself, nothing more and nothing less.

“I don’t know how I feel about calling him mommy,” you admit, sinking further back against San’s chest. “It’s not… how I expected my first time to go.”

“Then don’t do it,” Wooyoung shrugs. “Hwa brought it up, you said no, and he was fine with that. Don’t make this any more complicated than it has to be.” And while he wasn’t exactly wrong, it still didn’t ease your worries. Earlier you said no because you’d misunderstood what Seonghwa was asking, and now after realizing your mistake it felt like you owed him a new answer.

The weight of Wooyoung flopping across your lap pulls you out of your thoughts. “I’m hungry,” he whines, kicking his feet against the couch like a spoilt child. “We should order food!”

“And who exactly do you expect to pay for the food?” You swat at his butt hard enough to create a satisfying thwack, but it only makes Wooyoung squirm around even more. Truthfully, you’ve already put enough thought into boundaries for one night. Shelving the decision for the rest of the night, you sigh and smack your fist into your hand, readying yourself for a game of rock, paper, scissors. “Come on, loser pays for everyone."

Nearly a week goes by before your next date with Seonghwa. Instead of meeting at the same little table at the same little café, he invited you over to the dorms for a special meal. You don’t let your hope get too high, but you spend more time than usual picking out the perfect outfit and fussing with your appearance just in case tonight was the night.

Seonghwa notices the difference as soon as he answers your timid knock on the door. He doesn’t say anything as he looks you up and down as if he was memorizing every detail. “Just when I think you can’t get any more stunning,” he says in a low voice, “you always manage to surprise me.” Your face heats up by at least two degrees and you try to ignore his chuckling as he ushers you into the dorm.

The first thing you notice is the mouthwatering scent of a home-cooked meal lingering in the air, beckoning you to the kitchen. The second thing you notice is the quiet. “Are the other boys still at practice?” you ask, kicking off your shoes and lining them neatly by the doorway. “You didn’t leave early just for our date, did you?” One of the biggest concerns you had about dating Seonghwa, especially earlier in the relationship, had always been the fear of becoming a distraction from his work.

“No, we didn’t have practice late today,” Seonghwa reassures you. With one warm, firm hand on your lower back, he leads you closer towards the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. “I wanted to spend time with you. Alone. So I asked Hongjoong to keep everyone busy for a few hours.”

Even after months of dating, you couldn’t remember the last you and Seonghwa spent any real alone time together. There was always someone else to act as a buffer. On planned dates, there were always employees and a few other patrons around, and you’ve never visited the dorm when no other members were there. Every so often you were able to steal Seonghwa away for a few minutes, but eventually Hongjoong or Wooyoung or someone else would come looking for him.

So having Seonghwa all to yourself for the rest of the evening was exciting. “What exactly do you plan for us to do all on our own?” you ask, letting your hopes raise a little higher. Seonghwa catches your eye and smirks, leaning in until his lips brush the curve of your ear.

“First, we eat.” He straightens up and hides his laughter behind his hand when you fail to hide your disappointment. “There’s plenty more to come, I promise. Just be patient.”

You make a show of sulking, but Seonghwa steals away your pout with a chaste kiss before seating you at the kitchen table. The plates and silverware are already set out on a simple tablecloth, and three lit candles in the center of the table help set the mood for a romantic dinner. As much as you wished Seonghwa would hurry up and drag you off to his bedroom already, you settle back into your seat.

Your eyes follow Seonghwa’s every move as he lays out the main dish and various sides. He’s styled in simple elegance, wearing a white button-up top that’s tucked into the top of dark tapered slacks. The first two buttons of his shirt are left undone, giving you a peak at his chest each time he bends forward even slightly, and his sleeves are rolled up halfway to accentuate his forearms. Seonghwa looked far more appetizing than the meal he’d made.

But he’d asked for your patience, and so for the next half hour you make small talk while indulging in Seonghwa’s cooking. Each dish was seasoned to perfection, but the food did nothing to satisfy your growing appetite for something more.

Once you’ve both eaten your fill, Seonghwa carefully wipes the corners of his lips with a napkin and leans back in his chair to study you. There’s a dark glint in his eyes that makes you feel like you’re naked instead of fully clothed, and you squirm in your seat. “Are you ready for dessert? I picked up a small cake from your favorite bakery and fresh strawberries to go with it.” His lips are curled in a smirk, knowing very well that your patience can’t last much longer.

The confidence in his expression only grows as you stand up and walk around to his side of the table. Seonghwa pushes back his chair just enough so you can sit sideways in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You should eat me for dessert instead,” you tease while pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of his throat. A content groan rumbles in his chest, and you continue kissing up to his ear.

“Please, mommy,” you whisper, the word tasting fresh and sweet on your tongue. You can’t see his expression, but you hear Seonghwa inhale sharply as his body turns rigid. “I’ve been so good, let me be a sweet treat for you.”

Seonghwa puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you back just far enough to see your face. His eyes are wide as he studies you with his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. For the first time ever, you’ve shocked him so thoroughly that he doesn’t remember to hide it behind his usual mask, and you can’t help but puff up with pride. “I thought you weren’t comfortable with titles like mommy,” he sputters in a shaky voice which only makes you feel more powerful.

You bite your lip to hold back a giggle. “I said that I didn’t want to be called mommy,” you remind him. “But calling you mommy feels different. I kinda like it.” If you’d known it would get this reaction out of Seonghwa, you would have called him mommy the second he’d answered the door. “So what’s it going to be, Hwa? Me or the cake?” There’s a quiet moment of hesitation as Seonghwa looks behind him at the fridge to consider the real dessert he’d planned, then back at you. The last of his resolve shatters as you shift in his lap and something firm twitches beneath you.

“Give me a minute to get things cleaned up out here,” Seonghwa sighs in defeat. “I’ll meet you in my room once I’m done.” You cheer and cup his face with both hands as you lean in to kiss his lips. It takes a second for him to return the kiss, but once he does, Seonghwa quickly takes charge in setting a deep and passionate pace that you’re all too willing to abide by.

He’s the first one to break the kiss, nipping at your lips before he gently nudges you off his lap. “Get going already,” he chuckles and swats your butt playfully.

You smile and race off down the hallways towards his room, forcing yourself to slow down to a jog when Seonghwa yells after you for running in the dorm. Slipping into the room he shares with Hongjoong, you close the door behind you and lean against it to catch your breath.

Very quickly you bury your face in your hands to muffle your excitement. It’s finally happening; tonight is the night you give your virginity to Seonghwa. Your heart is pounding in your chest out of anticipation at first, but the longer you’re alone the more the feeling sours into anxious worrying. What are you supposed to do while you wait? Is Seonghwa expecting you to be naked when he comes in? Or would he want to undress you himself? Should you wait on his bed? At the desk? Certainly you can’t keep leaning against the door like an idiot.

Without much thought, you strip off your clothes and fold them up neatly on the desk. You hesitate before slipping off your underwear as well and place it on top of the pile. It’s a strange feeling to be standing naked in a room that isn’t yours, so you grab Seonghwa’s robe hanging next to his bed and pull it on, tying the cloth belt tight around your waist.

There’s a light knock at the door which startles you, but then you quickly relax when Seonghwa peaks into the room. “Can I come in?” He waits until you hum before stepping inside while holding a small glass bowl of strawberries in one hand. “Wow,” he whispers, staring at the sight of you in his robe. He glances over at the desk and swallows hard when he notices the neat little pile of clothes.

Seonghwa reaches into his pocket with his free hand to pull out his phone, then stops. “Is it still okay for me to take pictures and record you?” All of a sudden you forget how to speak, and you stare dumbly back at him for an embarrassing moment. Finally, you remember how to nod.

Somehow you resist the urge to hide your face when Seonghwa raises his phone and points the camera directly at you. His eyes are fixed on the image of you on his screen as he tilts the phone until he’s satisfied with the angle. You’re not sure when exactly he hits the record button, but you know you’re being filmed when he whispers, “Take off the robe.”

You hesitate. It finally dawns on you just how revealing it is to be naked in front of another person, especially on camera. Were you really brave enough to go through with this?

His eyes snap up to fix you with a hard stare. "I don't like to repeat myself, little one," Seonghwa says with a razor sharp edge barely concealed underneath the soft tone. For the briefest moment, you glimpse the stricter side that Wooyoung had warned you about and it steals the oxygen from your lungs.

But then you blink and a small smile on Seonghwa's lips has already softened the look in his eyes. "Aish, I suppose we can wait to start your training another day," he chuckles. He looks back down at his phone, still focusing the camera on you as he repeats himself for what you suspect will be the last time. "Take off the robe and climb on the bed."

You suck in a deep breath and hold it, fiddling with the cloth belt that held your robe closed. When you exhale, you look up, not at Seonghwa but at the phone in his slender fingers, and nod. Hopefully you don't look as small on the screen as you feel.

"Yes, mommy," you whisper.

The robe slips down to bare your shoulders as you undo the belt. You hold the robe closed, clutching it to your chest and you give the camera a teasing smile before letting go. The soft fabric pools around your feet, baring every inch of your body for Seonghwa. His knuckles turn white as his grip on the phone tightens.

Not wanting to turn your back to the camera, you take one small step backwards, then another, until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Seonghwa nods his approval as you carefully crawl backwards to sit in the center of his mattress with your knees hugged against your chest. “Spread your legs,” he demands under his breath, and this time you don’t hesitate to obey.

He walks closer and joins you on the bed. “You look so fucking delicious, little one,” he says in an almost reverent tone. Setting the bowl of strawberries down next to him, Seonghwa gently pushes your knees further apart and you let him.

You squirm in place, but don’t try to pull away as Seonghwa grabs one of the strawberries and runs it through the mess of your arousal. “That’s cold,” you whimper. Seonghwa only smirks as he shifts the camera’s focus on the strawberry to catch the light with the slickened fruit. Finally he ends the recording, drops his phone, and looks you straight in the eye as he pops the strawberry into his mouth.

“God you taste amazing,” he sighs once he swallows, licking his lips in search of more.

Unsure of how to respond, you look away and focus on the sheets beneath you. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked,” you say to break the silence.

“Oh? Does it feel embarrassing to be naked when I’m still fully dressed?” You don’t even have to look up to know that Seonghwa is staring at you with a teasing smile; you can hear it in his voice. “I suppose I can get a little more comfortable,” he chuckles, and your eyes follow his hands as he untucks his shirt and slowly undoes each button.

Before you can think better of it, you reach forward and brush your fingers across his toned chest. You grow a little bolder when Seonghwa doesn’t stop you, letting your hand trail down to feel the definition of his abdomen. “Don’t you want to take off more?” Hooking your fingers into the top of his waistband, you try in vain to undo the button on his pants before Seonghwa grabs your wrist.

He leans in to steal a quick kiss before pushing you down onto your back. “I’d much rather eat strawberries off every inch of your body,” he says, and you laugh quietly thinking it’s a joke. But then Seonghwa plucks up a strawberry, bites it in half, and you gasp as he rubs the fruit on your body to leave a trail of red juice down the center of your chest.

“Hwa! Seriously, that’s col-“ The rest of your protests are cut off as Seonghwa slips the other half of the strawberry between your lips. You narrow your eyes and glare at him as you chew. Seonghwa simply chuckles.

The process repeats until your arms, chest, stomach, and thighs are dripping with strawberry pulp and juice. Your skin is pebbled from the cold, but you get the feeling that Seonghwa enjoys seeing you shiver underneath him. “One second, sweetheart. Just let me get a good picture and I’ll clean you up,” he promises. You huff and roll your eyes, but still put on a shy smile when Seonghwa grabs his phone to snap a few pictures.

Once he got the perfect shot of your body drenched in berries, Seonghwa leans down for another kiss. “You’re being so good for me,” he coos against your lips, trailing the kisses down your neck. “So good, mommy’s never been more proud of you.” The praise settles in the center of your chest, blossoming outwards to warm the rest of your body.

“Mommy,” you whimper as Seonghwa’s lips continue moving down. His tongue drags through the juice pooled across your chest, and you realize exactly how he planned to clean up the rest of your body. “Mommy, it tickles!” Soft licks across your ribs makes you squirm and laugh. Gentle bites on your arms and thighs make you whine. The most delicate kiss to your aching core make you moan. “Mommy, please,” you beg, angling up your hips for more.

Seonghwa chuckles and lets his lips dance around where you need him most, only grazing it with his breath. It’s insanely infuriating and intoxicating. “Such a pretty little hole. So hot and wet, all for mommy.” The flat of his tongue presses between your thighs and you babble out half-formed thank yous as you clumsily grind against him.

It doesn’t take long before your hips collapse back on the mattress in frustration. “Does my little one need mommy’s help to feel good?” Seonghwa slips his tongue inside you, firmly holding your thighs open when they try clenching around his head. You throw your head back in a wordless cry as all the tension in your body pools in your throbbing core, threatening to release at any moment.

“S-Seonghwa!” You nearly choke on his name as your core muscles begin to pulse, and Seonghwa’s mouth never stops to help ease you through your orgasm

“That’s it, little one,” he coos, pressing wet kisses to your inner thigh. “You’re doing so good, look at how much you’re leaking.” You try to reply but it dies on your tongue as Seonghwa replaces his tongue with one long finger and curls it just right. “Just let mommy take care of you.”

You sink into the pleasure, losing track of how many times Seonghwa brings you to orgasm. The stimulation of his white-hot mouth edges dangerously close to painful, but he knows exactly how to lick, suck, and thrust his fingers to keep you just on the brink of ecstasy. All you can do is lie there pliant and willing, hardly feeling the stretch as three of Seonghwa’s fingers fuck into you with breath-taking accuracy.

Just when you’re about to cum, again, it stops. All of a sudden you’re left untouched and empty. “Mommy,” you sob, grabbing blindly for Seonghwa. “Mommy, need you!”

You’re lifted up by a pair of strong arms. “Shhh, mommy’s right here,” Seonghwa whispers in your ear. He repositions your body so you’re straddling his lap, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep your hips raised. Something thick and hard presses against your well-stretched hole, and you nearly cry in relief as Seonghwa helps you sink down onto it.

“Good job, you’re almost halfway there,” he whispers when you’re already filled far past what his fingers have prepared you for. Tears stream down your face by the time you make far enough down his shaft to sit on his thighs. “It’s okay, little one. Give yourself a moment to rest.” You slump forward, burying your tear-streaked face in Seonghwa’s neck as he rubs circles against your back and presses soothing kisses in your hair.

After what could have been minutes or hours or days, the pain of being stretched to your limits subsides and your sobs taper off into quiet sniffles. You experiment by rolling your hips and manage to earn a choked moan from Seonghwa. “Do you want to cum on mommy’s cock,” he asks in the sweetest voice, and you respond with a broken, slutty whine.

The thrust of his hips is slow and shallow; yet to your overstimulated body, even the slightest movement felt insanely intense. Your core muscles clench and quiver as you cling to Seonghwa, digging your nails into his shoulders. “You’re doing so well,” he praises you between moans that vibrate through his whole chest.

You feel a sudden, explosive spread of heat inside your stretched hole and it’s the last bit of stimulation you need to cum one last time. “F-fuck,” Seonghwa groans, grinding against the deepest parts of you as your muscles ripple around his cock and milk him for every last drop.

Seonghwa falls onto his back, cradling you to his chest as he pulls you down with him. “That was,” he pauses, desperately trying to catch his breath before trying to speak again. “So good, you did so perfectly for me.” A tired smile pulls at the corners of your lips, and you hum, nuzzling closer. “Was that… okay? For your first time?” There’s a hint of worry in his voice, and that surprises you enough to wake you back up.

“It was everything I’d hoped for and more,” you reassure him. Seonghwa sighs in relief and you can feel the tension in his muscle ease away beneath you.

Sitting up, you wince at the soreness between your legs. “Did you, um…” As embarrassing as it was to admit, you had been too out of your mind with pleasure to even know if he’d used a condom or not.

“Of course I did.” He wraps his hands around your waist and helps to ease you off his softening cock so you can see for yourself. “This is exactly why I wanted to discuss boundaries beforehand,” he says while slipping off the condom and tying it. “Because of how easy it can be to make bad decisions in the heat of the moment.”

You nod sheepishly. “Thank you for always looking out for me, Hwa,” you mumble, and Seonghwa’s face lights up.

“Thank you for letting me take care of you.” He cups your face with one cool hand, and you lean into his touch. “I’m gonna go run a bath for you. Will you be okay by yourself for a few minutes?” You nod, and Seonghwa pinches your cheek before he gets up and walks out into the hallway.

His phone is still on the bed in arm’s reach, so you grab it and unlock it with your fingerprint. You fall back against the pillows and squirm to get comfortable as you thumb open his picture app, curious to see how the pictures he took of you turned out. The first thing you notice is that Seonghwa took far more pictures and videos than you realized. There are pictures of your hole stretched around his fingers, videos of you writhing and clutching at the sheets in mid-orgasm.

But there are just as many pictures that feel intimate rather than explicit, like the closeup shots of your body covered in ruined strawberries, framed so carefully to avoid any real nudity. Or the video of you sniffling away tears as Seonghwa holds you in his lap, gently whispering his love for you over and over again.

You hear footsteps in the hallway, but you keep scrolling through the pictures. “What do you think?” Seonghwa asks as he steps into the room, smiling when he sees you on his phone. “I’m not the best photographer, but I hope I did my muse justice.” He walks around to the side of the bed and scoops you up effortlessly in his arms. “Ready for your bath, little one?”

“Yes, mommy,” you giggle as he carries you away.

A/N: I hope this fic lived up to the expectations I created after weeks of teasing it. This fic never would have turned out the way it did if not for all the inspiration sent in by @whatudowhennooneseesyou.

Thank you so much for reading! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed this fic, and consider following me to be notified of future posts

a little idea I've had since so long...... hyunjin and nude drawing... but HE'S the one being naked and posing for u, first he's so shy about it first, turning his head away always, still too shy to pull his boxers down. he lays there on his back, his hands laying softly on his chest, his leg trying to hide his growing boner, and ur gaze strong on him.... you're asking him if u can touch certain parts of his body, just to feel his muscles better to draw them good, he's slowly losing his mind bc he feels so vulnerable and like he's already completely naked, his boxers are just bothering him now.... so he asks if he can take them off, ofc u say yes, and bam..... leaking and throbbing.... but ure not done with ur drawings, so he has to stay like this, so horny and sensitive bc ur eyes alone are making him go crazy... well, after u finished ur drawings, you can imagine what's gonna happen 🤭🤭

hyunjin would be so good with this concept because there’s a big part of him that loves being looked at so intensely by you and his beauty being commemorated through art forever - and there’s another part of him that is embarrassed by being perceived in this very focused way, embarrassed by how much he likes it.

when his boxers come off there’s no denying or ignoring his arousal anymore and hyunjin basks in the delicious mix of shame and excitement when your gaze lingers on the precum beading at the tip of his hard cock, getting more horny with every passing minute until you finally put your utensils down to ravish him

is this too much to ask for

Rope Bunny

Seonghwa x f!reader

Requested.

Btw if somebody is ever tied up and/or gagged so they can’t speak or move much, you should have something other than a safe-word (like clicking fingers, etc.) that they can use if they are uncomfortable. I just felt like I needed to add that disclaimer since someone can’t use a safe-word when they’re gagged duh.

CW: bondage, degradation, oral, facesitting, anal (w/ strapon), master kink.

“Comfortable?” you ask Seonghwa as you finish tightening the final knot on his chest.

“Yes.” he smiles at you, his eyes sparkling.

The pastel pink rope wrapped snugly around him in a horizontal pattern, perfectly decorating his naked torso. In fact, he was entirely naked, seldom the long white stockings that extended all the way up his legs, contrasting with his tanned thighs. He wore matching bunny ears and a fluffy tail plug you had told him to wear earlier in the day so he would be ready for you.

"Fold your arms for me.”

He bends his arms in front of him, each of his hands placed on the opposite arm. You take the remainder of the rope and wrap it around his arms in the middle, just above where his wrists are. You tie it, binding his arms to his chest.

“So pretty,” you remark, “you really can’t move at all can you?”

Excitement fills you as you watch him struggle to try and move his arms. You lean forwards and gently push a loose strand of his black hair behind his ears to whisper in his ear.

“Does this scare you, little bunny? Being completely helpless and at my mercy?”

“A l-little bit…”

“But it’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.”

“I’m gonna tie your legs now, is that okay?”

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Don't be shy bestie share the Wooyoung whispering please while getting off alone

anon is referring to what i mentioned here

this somehow turned into a full drabble. i don’t take requests for those and i didn’t think it would happen, but here we are. i hope you enjoy.

please (18+)

wooyoung x reader smut

word count: under 1k

warnings: mentions of porn, masturbation, begging, one mention of brainwashing but no actual practice of it.

this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

wooyoung likes experimenting.

he loves the thrill of exploring something new, something kinky, with a partner and alone - not knowing whether it will be a passing experience or something that will get engrained in the darker parts of his brain being half the excitement.

wooyoung has a “to try” list on his phone with an array of unexplored kinks and scenes, preferably with links for corresponding videos his nsftwt friends recommended. he has another list of kinks he has tried already, completed with symbols indicating whether he liked them or not.

predator and prey got a frowney face, which is an unfortunate waste of wooyoung’s potential if you ask him, but sadly putting himself in either of the roles doesn’t really do anything for him. choking got a question mark because, yeah he came super quickly, but he didn’t really feel that great about it, so maybe he needs to give that another go in real life just to be sure. exhibitionism, knife play, face fucking, and milfs are just some of the things that got a smiley. a lot of things seem to work for wooyoung.

some things that work tend to stick around.

wooyoung doesn’t expect it to be begging.

he’s simply bored one night, lounging around on his bed with nothing to do, when he decides to give one of the easier open points on his list ago. his friend mingi recommended this to him, some soft domme asmr type channel that wooyoung scoffs at. mingi is such a baby.

still, it’s easy for wooyoung to get into the flow of things. quickly undressing and neatly folding his clothes when the domme tells him to, letting the warmth of her soft praises settle in his abdomen as he touches himself slowly. he follows the instructions diligently - wooyoung can be good when he wants to be, despite what some of his partners may think - he teases his nipples until he squirms, fucks into his fist at a torturously slow speed whenever he’s allowed to, plays with the sticky precum at the sensitive tip of his dick then sucks it off his thumb to muffle his sounds. he doesn’t even think before reacting when he’s told to beg for his release like the needy baby he is, taking himself by surprise with the desperation that laces his words when he hastily whispers “please, oh please, please, please” into his empty room. and when the voice through his speakers finally tells him “you can cum now, you earned it,” he finishes nice and easy, coating his fist and thighs with the spurts of his release.

wooyoung revisits the channel twenty-seven more times in the next ten days. by the third day he starts begging before he’s told to.

he doesn’t think much of it, but the next time he’s holding someone under him, pressing their face into the pillow as he’s fucking into them deep and steady in a way that he knows has them sobbing for him, wooyoung feels himself blanking when his high starts creeping up on him. wooyoung feels like every fibre of his body is screaming at him to “just say ‘please’, be good, need to cum, cum now, ask nicely, be good,” but he tries to push those thoughts away in favor of tightening his grip on his pliant lover beneath him, a bead of sweat running down his face as he renews the vigor of his thrusts in a desperate attempt of keeping up his dominant persona. he feels the word “please” trying to sneak itself between his moans, the need to beg growing as the beginnings of his orgasm hotly pulse through his body with every pump of his hips. wooyoung bites down on his tongue, the plea dying in his throat with a choked sob as he lets himself hit a shaky high. it’s tingly, it’s good, but it’s not as satisfying as he needed it to be.

wooyoung figures he brainwashed himself, manipulated himself into only truly being able to enjoy an orgasm when he feels like he deserves it. he likes that thought.

he wonders what someone else would think. he wonders if they would tease him for it, outright humiliate him, maybe even see how easily he’s manipulated and taking advantage of that. or maybe flip around and coo at him, cradling them to their chest while calling him a good boy who earned to cum inside.

wooyoung decides he likes both options. he adds a new bulletpoint on the “to try” section of his list.

princess wooyo ♡

i need more of rope bunny taeyong

Kinktober day 23 - Shibari + Blindfold (m)

pairing: taeyong x female!reader

word count: 530

warnings: shibari - ancient Japanese artistic form of rope bondage; blindfold - to cover the eyes of with or as if with a bandage

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♡ scent with hyunjin

↝ hyunjin x reader ↝ wc: 2.3k ↝ warnings: explicit language, masturbation (m.), depictions of oral (f. receiving) and penetrative sex, pervy behavior (sniffing clothes) ↝ summary: your friend hyunjin is trying his best not to be attracted to your scent and act on it, but fails miserably ↝ masterlist ↝ a/n: happy birthday, @hynjnhwng ♡ here's some hyunjin for you!

it started innocently enough, this weird obsession of hyunjin’s.

after you two met out for drinks and he heard you ranting about another one of your failed tinder dates, hyunjin offered you his jacket as he walked you home. he didn’t like letting you go home alone at night. yeah, the city was safe, but hyunjin still felt bad about knowing something might happen. plus, he liked the extra time he got with you as he walked you to your apartment.

when you returned the jacket before kissing his cheek and wishing him a good night, hyunjin put it on and felt engulfed with your scent the very next second. it pulled him in, wrapped itself around his body, and made its way into his nostrils, fast. for some idiotic reason, his cock reacted by twitching under his clothes, as if just the scent of you was enough to make him hard. it was a weird thing and hyunjin never wanted it to happen again.

you two are friends, super close friends, and nothing more. he definitely needs a friend who is not in his line of work, someone who doesn’t ask about industry gossip and all his friends, someone who listens to his side and supports him, and that’s you. you, on the other hand, need someone rational, a friend who doesn’t fill your head with pointless blabbering and meaningless conversations, someone who values quality time, even if it’s spent in silence, and that’s what you have in him. hyunjin would be a fool to risk it just because he gets hard when you’re around from time to time.

and it didn’t happen again for a while. you two met and had fun without him getting these thoughts about getting to touch you and feel you, get to rest his face against your warm skin and inhale your scent, bathe in it as he kisses his way down your body, drown in it when you wrap your thighs around his head and pull him in closer to your crotch.

hyunjin doesn’t know why he’s like this—he’s a good-looking guy. people think he’s fun and sweet. he could get a date fast, and not just anyone. hyunjin could date girls that are considered ‘a real catch’, whatever that meant. he did date such people, yet he never thought about someone’s scent the way he does yours, and that annoys him.

hyunjin isn’t some sort of a nasty, perverted individual who jerks off to you from the shadows, and he will not allow himself to become that, no matter how difficult it seems when you come over to his to watch tv and end up snuggled up to him. as his chin rests on the top of your head, your scent is all he can smell, and it intoxicates him, gets him to close his eyes and inhale deeply time and time again as if he is getting high on you. thankfully, you’re too busy staring at the screen to notice that his pants—or what’s under them—are moving in the crotch area.

the next time it happens, things move past innocent, and it’s all his fault. you come over for pizza night, but it ends up being a drinking night as you two down half a bottle of whisky for no reason other than the fact you’re both painfully single and kind of getting tired of it. it’s winter, also known as cuffing season, which means most of your friends are taken or working on it. you are too, as evidenced by your tinder activity. the biggest downfall of your plan is that you’re not looking for casual sex, which instantly eliminates 90% of your matches. the other 10% somehow never work out and, at this point, it’s one bad date after the other for you.

hyunjin isn’t on tinder or any other dating app due to his job. the people he meets are other people from the industry, where dating’s tough, or people that work at the company, which is too big of a risk to take. so if he does happen to meet someone somehow, he tries to make it work, but it’s hard. not a lot of people can put up with his schedules, others can’t respect his need for alone time, some can’t handle the nature of his job, and some just don’t do it for him. so, the two of you seem to be destined to stay single, at least during this period of your life.

still, you’re so relaxed around hyunjin that you can tell him you miss sex, but he chalks that up to the whisky that’s burning through his veins too. he misses having sex too, even though he does have more of it than you, probably. in his world, sex and dating are two separate things, which is why he doesn’t have a problem finding a sex partner. when you get too drunk for hyunjin to let you go home on your own—he doesn’t trust the uber drivers that much—you have no choice but to sleep over.

it’s not the first time that’s happened, but it’s definitely the first time since hyunjin’s realized how attracted he was to your scent like the biggest creep out there. he gives you his shirt to sleep in and turns his back on you the second you get under the covers. hyunjin does that so he doesn’t have to look at you. it’s not that you in his bed isn’t a sight to behold—that’s exactly the problem. he could stare at you all night as it is, he doesn’t have to see you wearing his oversized shirt and lying in his bed, on his pillow. there’s no way he’s getting that image out of his head, and hyunjin really has to.

thankfully, the alcohol helps you both pass out pretty quickly, and when hyunjin wakes up, he finds you already gone, a handwritten note left on your side of the bed thanking him for letting you stay and saying you had to go to meet a friend. his bed smells like you, your shampoo, and whatever lotion you’re using, so hyunjin jumps up and runs to the bathroom to take a shower, preferably a cold one so he can sober up from these thoughts and stop thinking about you.

but, when he enters the bathroom, he notices a shirt neatly folded on top of the hamper. the shirt you were wearing just hours ago. his shirt. against his better judgment, hyunjin takes the shirt in his arms and brings it closer to his face, taking a good whiff of it, and lo and behold, it smells just like you. the scent you left on the shirt is ten times more powerful than the one in his bed, so hyunjin shoves it in his face and inhales deeply, feeling himself slipping into the state he so desperately tried to avoid—his cock is reacting to your scent, and thank fuck you’re not there.

hyunjin can’t even imagine what you’d think of him if you saw him sniffing on the shirt you were just wearing with a hand over his boxers, cupping his erection. as soon as he realizes how creepy it is, hyunjin’s hands fly to his side and he chooses to keep himself occupied by brushing his teeth and taking a shower.

however, the second he steps out of the shower, hyunjin sees the shirt in the hamper, where he threw it earlier and puts it on. he shouldn’t be doing that, not really, but he can’t help himself, not when it feels so warm on his body and you were just in it. it wrapped your bare chest just right and it smells just like you, so hyunjin can’t resist. he throws himself on the side of the bed you occupied earlier and grabs the shirt at his chest, bringing the fabric closer to his nose.

his other hand flies down to his cock, which is still rock hard, despite the very cold shower he took and despite all the common sense in him telling hyunjin this is not a good idea. you’re a friend who trusts him, not some random girl he met for sex. you’re too good for this, which is why his dick is throbbing more and more with each breath, as each one brings in more of your scent on the soft shirt he’s wearing.

his thighs are spread wide, cock in his fist as he jerks himself off quickly. this is not about hyunjin enjoying himself, it’s about getting off—it’s a disgusting, primal need, and he just wants it to be over soon so he can go on about his day without these thoughts inside his head. so, for a second, he lets himself have this moment, breathes in as much of the scent he can while his fingers squeeze his cock hard before going to town on it, pulling the skin up and down swiftly so he can reach his high.

“fuck,” hyunjin grunts when he realizes how nasty this whole thing is. you’re his friend, so sweet and beautiful and innocent, even if you did tell him you miss sex, which sounded so wrong coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours that he wants to kiss and fuck so badly. despite saying that, you’re still so pure, and he can’t even imagine you having sex with some guy. hyunjin can, however, imagine you having sex with him, especially now that he’s sniffing your scent off this shirt.

he doesn’t like doing it because of the way he feels about you—it’s adoration mixed with admiration, love in its purest form; he’d do anything for you. by doing something as disgusting as getting off to the fact he can smell you on his shirt, hyunjin feels like he’s practically desecrating you.

you’re the same sweet girl he loves cuddling with, the girl who he lets play with his hair, or massage his shoulders after a long week of daily practice. so, why is he pumping himself into his fist imagining he was inside of you, then? that’s all hyunjin can think about, being on top of you, shoving his cock inside of your tight heat, his mouth nuzzled in the crook of your neck so he can feel your scent all around himself. it would make him come embarrassingly fast, hyunjin’s sure, but he doesn’t care—he’d be ready to go again in no time, just for you.

he’s leaking precum so much that his hand is just flying up and down his cock, lubricated by the watery substance, and hyunjin just has to feel more, so he bites on the shirt to keep it close to his nose, like an animal in heat, and moves his other hand down to cup his balls. with every breath he takes, he feels your all around him, his hand now squeezing his balls tight, the other one jerking him off so fast he can hear it. if any of his roommates are passing by his door, they’ll definitely know what he’s doing just by the sounds he’s making.

at this point, though, hyunjin doesn’t give a damn. his roommates could walk in, for all he cares, and he wouldn’t stop, not when his high is so close, not when your scent is filling his nostrils and making him think of you in ways he knows he shouldn’t. they’d find hyunjin in an extremely humiliating position—the shirt in mouth part is practically inexplicable, but he doesn’t care about any of it.

what he cares about is you, the image of you he has in his head: legs spread for him as he goes down on you, sucks on your clit, licks you all over, tongue probing your slit as it moves up and down before it finds your hole and settles in it. you’d love that, he thinks.

if hyunjin knows anything about your sex life, it’s that you’re not the happiest when it comes to sex—you always seem to find the guys who just don’t know what they’re doing. you go for pretty guys, like him. these guys know they’re good-looking, just like hyunjin does. the only difference is that hyunjin doesn’t expect his looks to do everything for him, so he actually showed the will to learn what feels right and what doesn’t. at this point, he has more than a general idea of what works for most people, what should feel right. if it doesn’t, hyunjin has an alternative up his sleeve.

but you? you’d be easy to please, for a guy who knows what he's doing, and hyunjin thinks of himself that way. he’d be so fucking good to you, he’d kiss and caress you before and after, he’d kiss you all over, fuck you gently before going hard, would eat you out for hours if you wanted him to, would fuck you for just as long, just to get you to moan his name and get your sweet release because of him. that’s what’s plaguing his mind as he squeezes his ass and lifts it off the bed to fuck his own fist. one deep breath and he’s a goner, cum starts to squirt up his chest. one, two, three, four, five long sticky streaks land across his naked stomach and shirt-covered torso, his mouth still gripping it tight so it stays close to his nose.

hyunjin doesn’t stop pumping, not until the last couple of drops just seep from his hole and drip onto his fingers as he realizes he’s really crossed the line today. he drops down on the bed, sweaty, dirty, exhausted, and closes his eyes, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss that washes over him, the light buzzing that flows through his body, relaxing all the muscles that have been clenched as he chased his high earlier. in his mind, there’s only you, the sweet, beautiful you who probably has no idea your best friend is such a corrupt person.

thinking…. thinking about seonghwa keeping you on a phone call while you run errands and he stays home. basically just describing every way he wants to fuck and make love to you while you try to not react to it in public. he only stops when you tell him you’re in line to check out, or you need to focus on driving. and it’s not obvious that you’re on the phone to others—with your headphones in, you could just be listening to music, but instead you’re listening to seonghwa go into explicit detail about how he wants to make you cry from his tongue, his fingers, his dick. he knows what buttons to press to make you have to suppress your whines around others. it gets harder when you can feel how wet you are, clenching every time you hear him groan through your headphones, having to stop randomly throughout stores to make sure your legs don’t give out from how badly you want it.

DAY 06: HAN (STRAY KIDS)

multifandomfantasies’ milestone celebration

word count: 499

warnings: sub!han, public sex, cnc, humiliation, oral (han receiving). gn y/n.

MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT.

whenever you go to the cinema you play this game. it’s pretty much a ritual at this point: you pretending you spontaneously decided to touch jisung, him pretending he doesn’t want it.

when you squeeze him over his jeans, it’s too mean, but he knocks his head back regardless, hardening under your touch, though he refuses to acknowledge it.

“not here,” jisung whispers, but he lifts his hips and lets you take his cock out, half hard already. he doesn’t spare you a glance but you can hear how affected he is by the little hums and moans that escape him despite the way he has his bottom lip clamped between his teeth. you know if you were to cup his cheeks in your hands they’d be warm to your touch. but you focus on his flushed erection instead, stroking it to full hardness with your quick, practiced touches, swiping your thumb over his tip every so often, noticing the way it get stickier with each pass.

“stop it,” jisung grunts, more urgently, wide eyes finally torn away from the big screen in favor of nervously flitting around the room.

“or what?” you hiss back. “you’re gonna moan a bit louder? make someone turn around and see you with your cock out? what would they think?”

jisung only whimpers at that, deflating into his seat while you let some spit dribble onto the tip of his cock, spreading it with your thumb before you jerk him off quick and punishing.

“wait, s’not wet enough,” jisung pants, eyebrows drawing together pitifully, but you simply shake your head no.

“what, you want everyone to hear what a sloppy mess you are, too? you get off on everyone knowing what a gross boy you are, hm?”

with the way you’ve been angling his cock with every upstroke, jisung’s release would surely dirty his shirt if you were to make him cum now - a fun thought, but you quickly decide to take mercy in him.

making sure no one’s looking back at you, you get on your knees between jisung’s trembling thighs, swallowing half of his cock in your mouth.

you keep your sucking at a minimum to avoid actually making a sound, but it still seems to do it for jisung. covering his face in his hands, his body shakes like he can’t decide whether he wants to hump his cock into the back of your throat or squirm away from the assault of your tongue against his sensitive tip.

you don’t hear a sound from jisung when the first burst of his salty release hits your tongue. when you look up at him as you’re gently pumping him through it, you realize it’s because of the way he’s biting down on his fist, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes with effort of holding back.

“four minutes, baby,” you whisper over the armrest after you’ve reseated yourself and checked your phone. “let’s just watch a music video next time.”

DAY 9: LEEKNOW (STRAY KIDS)

multifandomfantasies’ milestone celebration

word count: 465

warnings: sub!leeknow, established relationship, prenegotiated somnophilia, dry humping, handjob (leeknow receiving). gn reader.

MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT.

it’s always a pleasant surprise to come home in the late afternoon to find minho already in your shared apartment. sometimes you’re greeted by the sound of the shower running, beckoning you to join your boyfriend under the warm water. sometimes it’s a faint sizzling coming from the kitchen, an invitation to wrap your arms around his middle and distract him from the thoughtful meal he’s preparing for the two of you.

today you don’t hear anything when you walk in through your front door and when you enter your living room it’s clear why that’s the case today: minho is fast asleep on your couch.

he looks so peaceful you almost don’t want to execute what you’ve planned.

almost.

minho doesn’t react in the slightest when you run your hand over the bulge in his shorts, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him even when he’s soft. you let your hand pass over him again and again, stroking at the length of him until you feel his cock stir beneath your palm. only then you grind against him slowly, carefully, sensually. you feel him filling out his shorts even more until he’s fully hard and twitching beneath the layers of clothing.

it doesn’t take long until his face draws up cutely from the stimulation, hands balling at his sides and eyes rolling ever so slightly under his lids with every slow pass over his aching cock.

the moment you see minho’s eyes fully blink open, lost and pleading, you disregard your own pleasure that you were building with the drags of your hips against his in favor of laying besides him and kissing his lips, one hand slipping into minho’s shorts to let your fingers meet his stiffened cock in a sticky mess of precum.

“ah,” minho moans, half overwhelmed, half sleepy.

you move your hand slowly, twisting and squeezing your fist just the way he likes, but not building him up enough to make him cum any time soon, all while you’re trying to coax him back to slumber with soft kisses peppered around his eyes and cheeks.

minho looks so pliant like this, mouth opened cutely, breath evening out through parted spit-slicked lips, tired eyes slowly falling shut again.

you play with him for a bit, relishing in your boyfriend’s lucid whimpers and the way his cock twitches in your hold whenever he gets close.

minho’s whole body shudders when he finally cums, stripes of his release dirtying your nimble fingers and the inside of his shorts. his eyes are bleary when he opens them again. “thank you,” he breathes - or you think he does, it’s barely a slurred whisper. “i’ll get up… get up… in a second…”

“just go back to sleep,” you whisper. “i’ll clean you up. i got you.”

Imagine edging Jisung in the movie theater with the other members right in front of y'all. Just think about how hard jt is for him to be quiet, and how he would try thrusting into your hand when he was close. I can see him whining desperately when the movie got loud, or him sending you the most hopeless looks when you stop jerking him off right when he's on the edge. 🥵🥵

Just imagine how his body would literally shake and jerk when you finally let him cum at the end of the movie. I can hear him now breathless moans or maybe even him groaning, eyes rolling back. 😫😫✋

jisung would look so helpless and desperate, eyebrows drawn together almost comically and his wide eyes moving from you to his members in front of him frantically, his fingers gripping the armrests of his seat like his life depends on it.

you’ve been teasing him before even entering the movie theater - from the filthy texts you sent him to the way you ran your hands over the front of his jeans under the table during dinner, jisung had figured you were in a playful mood. he didn’t expect you to just go for it in public, but he can’t find it in himself to complain when all thoughts except for “gotta stay quiet” and “wanna cum” have been wiped from his brain as soon as you denied him the first time.

you finally decide jisung’s had enough when the final fight scene plays on screen, the loud movie soundtrack almost hiding jisung’s desperate pants and moans that only grow in volume once he realizes you’re going to let him have his release now. jisung’s whole body goes tight with effort as he chases the sensation with uncoordinated thrusts into your fist before you finally feel his runny cum spill over your fingers, his high making him melt into the cinema seat with a barely concealed groan. all tension leaves his body as he shakes through every wave of his orgasm.

jisung’s kind of out of it afterwards, clinging to you even when you leave the movie theater and gather with the other boys to decide where to go next.

when minho asks him why his legs are shaking, jisung pretends he doesn’t hear him.

I keep thinking about giving Felix his first prostate orgasm and he gets so loud & would legit cry of pleasure. just fingering him in a fast pace and he’s begging mindlessly to keep going. I feel like he wouldn’t even be able to touch his cock without cumming all over himself because of ur fingers pounding into his prostate. add to it some dirty talk and he’s gone.

oh, felix would love it so much

he’s already so trusting that you’ll always take care of him and make him feel good, so it’s easy to get him to relax enough for you to gently work your fingers inside of him. it doesn’t take long until felix is asking you to speed up, his nose scrunching at the squelching sound of your lubed up fingers moving inside of him, but he can’t complain - not when the way your digits drag against his walls and push up against his prostate perfectly soon has him at a loss for words.

felix has never been ashamed of his pleasure, but you’ve never heard him get as loud as he does when you grind the pads of your three fingers against his sensitive nerves in a way that has to be just short of painful and absolutely overwhelming.

when you start talking dirty to him, felix is gone immediately, mouth hanging open in a silent scream while his body starts trembling with the force of his orgasm as he cums the hardest he ever has in his life.

stray kids cumming too quickly (18+)

warnings: mentions of d/s dynamics, oral (m&f receiving), dirty talk, dry humping, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

bangchan

at first nothing seems different from what you usually do. chan definitely takes on a leading role in the bedroom, taking you through sex with soft praises and quick demands, his fingers always digging into the skin of your waist, arms or neck like he needs to prove his physical dominance over you as well. chan has you riding him this time, his hands on your hips controlling your movements with a tight grip as he lets out appreciative moans every time he guides your body to take him to the hilt - but the way he’s looking up at you seems different, dark eyes softer than usual, gaze almost submissive. wanting to test whether chan was willing for you to push him a little, you tell him not to touch you anymore and to your surprise chan just whines and obediently curls his fingers into the blanket, wet eyes peering up at you like he’s waiting for your next command. a hot flush of arousal runs through your body and your hips naturally start picking up the pace of you fucking yourself on chan’s cock. it’s like a dam broke, the way you can’t stop running your mouth now; you’re telling chan you’re gonna dom him next time, tie him up with pretty bands and make him beg for his release. chan’s frantically nodding and groaning his assent to everything you say, eyes screwing shut as he gets lost in your promises of ruining him. it only takes you calling him a good boy for chan to suddenly cum inside of you. chan’s stamina is pretty good usually, so his embarrassment has his ears and neck flushed as he hides his face in his hands. when he’s calmed down he insists on making you cum with his fingers to make up for finishing so quickly.

leeknow

when you invited minho over to watch a movie at your place after practice your intention had really been to only watch a movie. now that you’re perched on his lap, your hands laying on his chest as his fingers comfortably rest on your thighs, you can’t find it in yourself to be upset about missing the movie when minho’s lips move against yours so sensually. minho looks so pretty underneath you, his hair soft from his shower, shoulders relaxed against your couch and his lips swollen from your kisses. you lean forward again, this time to capture minho’s earlobe between your teeth, softly biting down as soon as you wrap your lips around the soft skin. you don’t expect minho to squirm the way he does, hips jerking up into yours for a second as he tilts his head for better access. “fuck,” minho lets out a breathy curse. “didn’t know i was sensitive there.” you let out a non-commital hum as you take to nosing along the column of his throat, watching the goosebumps spread on minho’s skin. usually minho is quick to tell you to stop teasing and to take your clothes off, but now that he’s just watching you with hooded eyes, breathing quickly through his slightly parted lips you decide to continue, slowly making your way down his body until you’re kneeling between his legs. after maneuvering him out of his pants you leave on his boxers in favor of sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. you get so lost in worshipping minho’s legs that it’s only when they start to shake that you glance up at him again and are met with his full erection straining against his boxers. when you press your palm to the bulge his hips surge up against your touch and you immediately feel his cum seeping through the fabric as minho releases against your hand.

changbin

it’s the first time the two of you sleep with each other. both of you are excited, but you’re taking it slow, letting him languidly explore your mouth with his hot tongue, trailing your fingers over every inch of skin you uncover and teasing each other with whispered words. you get on top first, slowly letting every inch of changbin’s cock stretch you as he groans from restraining himself from chasing the feeling of being buried inside of your heat. it’s only when you’ve adjusted to his size, that you get on your back and let him fuck you missionary, telling him to set the pace, you can take it. after a mere minute of his deep, frantic thrusts changbin starts whimpering “no, no, no, wait-” under his breath and you immediately freeze to check on him. his skin is burning up under your palms when you cup his face and ask him what’s wrong, if he needs to stop. changbin doesn’t meet your worried gaze and it almost looks like there are tears gathering in his eyes when he starts telling you it’s already too much for him, that he’s gonna lose control and cum too quickly if you keep letting him fuck your tight, warm pussy. you coo at him, wrapping your legs around his waist, telling him it’s okay, he can cum. “c-can i cum inside you?” changbin asks you, pace picking back up again already. “yeah, baby, cum inside me,” you sigh. it takes maybe a dozen more thrusts, then changbin cums with a broken sound, way higher than what you expected of him, as he completely gets lost in the feeling of filling you up for the first time.

hyunjin

it hasn’t been long since you and hyunjin started getting more intimate, but there’s one thing hyunjin has asked you to do for him since the first time you had sex: sit on his face. you’re a bit apprehensive at first, but so far hyunjin has proven to make good use of his tongue in any other position and he seems to be set on having your pussy on his face that you can’t deny him anymore. you surprise yourself with how much you get into the feeling of hyunjin’s hot tongue laving against your sensitive center, pulling his hair and grinding against the soft muscle as you moan “so good, so guh-good, let me use you just like this” to him. hyunjin’s just as vocal as you are, his happy little hums and whines muffled by your hot cunt sending a delightful buzz through your sensitive nerves. it takes you by surprise when a firm tug on hyunjin’s hair suddenly has him releasing a drawn-out, desperate groan against you, voice breaking in a way you know all too well. you turn around and see hyunjin’s pearly release splattered from his abdomen all the way to his chest and running over his shaking fingers that are still wrapped around his softening cock. when you attempt to move off of hyunjin, he is quick to stop you with his other hand wrapping around your thigh. “wait, come back here, please,” he asks you, voice still shaky from his orgasm just seconds before, looking sinful with his cheeks flushed, lips swollen and face smeared with your arousal from his nose to his chin. “you can still use me, let me taste you some more.”

han

to be completely honest, him finishing early is probably not a one time thing but rather a regular occurrence when it comes to having sex with jisung. despite being a huge tease - almost cocky in the way he riles you up and takes you through foreplay - jisung often can’t help himself when it comes to actually fucking you, he just gets very into it sometimes. it’s almost like a switch flips and suddenly the overwhelming pleasure has him chasing his own release without being able to stop until he cums with a pathetic whimper. jisung was embarrassed by this at first, head hanging in shame as he apologized profusely for losing control like an inexperienced teenager, but at this point it has happened so many times that he just takes it in stride. and you can’t find yourself to be upset either - jisung has a short refractory period anyway and can easily go multiple rounds. if you’re honest with yourself, playing with jisung is even more fun when he’s overstimulated and whiny, unable to hold back any sounds when you envelope his sticky, sensitive cock inside your heat again and again.

felix

you never really minded felix cumming quickly, you just want to make him feel good and help him let go to destress. felix told you from the get go that he’s sensitive and cums easily, so you never expected him to last long anyways, but still he usually tells you to stop right before he cums, effectively edging himself in his attempt to please you. felix always tries his very best to hold back and have you cumming first, focusing solely on you during foreplay to have you there quicker, pulling out with an almost pained groan when he feels himself getting too close, wrapping his short fingers around the base of his twitching and leaking cock to stave off his orgasm, even sobbing “wait, i’m s-so close” when you’re on top as your warning to get off and sit on his face instead. but sometimes, when you tell him to just relax and let you take care of him, he lets you run your fingers over the freckled skin of his back, his sensitive inner thighs and his hard nipples before firmly jerking him off with your warm lubed up hand as he shakes and writhes against you. it only takes you whispering “it’s okay, baby, cum for me” and felix lets himself spill into the tight ring of your fingers with a satisfied groan after only a minute.

seungmin

seungmin prides himself with his self control, how he’s able to tease you for hours without losing it, how he can last long enough to make you cum before him every time, how he doesn’t get needy to the point of begging even if you’re dominating him. but there’s nothing he can do when he’s sleeping with your back pressed to his chest and his dreams have him craving your heat wrapped around him. when you stir awake in the middle of the night, seungmin’s shorts are already pooling at his ankles while his stiffened cock seeks friction against your clothed behind with jerky thrusts. “please, baby, let me just- i’ll make it quick,” seungmin huffs against your ear, but you softly shake your head no. “m’not wet enough yet,” you whisper back drowsily, definitely in no state to take your boyfriend’s cock properly. seungmin’s hand leaves your hip and you kind of expect his fingers to dip into your sleep short to hastily get you ready for him, but instead his hand trails lower until it wraps around your knee, lifting your leg up just enough for him to stuff himself between your thighs with a sluggish groan. it can’t feel that good, you think to yourself, even with the sticky precum leaking from the tip of seungmin’s swollen cock aiding his thrusts the friction must be borderline painful for him. seungmin doesn’t seem to mind though. with his face buried in your neck and his hand gripping at your leg he only needs to grind into the space between your hot thighs a couple of times before he cums against you with a shudder, painting your skin white with ropes of his release.

i.n

comeback season takes a toll on everything in jeongin’s life, but especially your relationship. now that promotions are over both of you are painfully aware that it’s been a while since you’ve had time for more than a dressing room quickie. jeongin is high strung, a combination of still feeling stressed from the schedules and the lack of sleep as well as the lingering excitement from performing again. and he’s missed you, missed being able to take his time with you, so much. you only got on your knees to get jeongin’s dick wet in preparation for when he fucks you, but that plan is cut short when you feel the first burst of his salty release on your tongue what feels like only moments after you sucked his hard cock into your mouth. jeongin keeps saying sorry as he rides out his high, he was planning on lasting longer than this. he still makes no attempt to move away from you though, holding you in place with one hand at the back of your head until he’s finished pumping his creamy load down your throat. when jeongin comes down from his high he helps you up from where you’re kneeling at his feet, pressing sweet kisses to your face and neck as he keeps apologizing for finishing so quickly. you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at him - you still have all night after all.

masturbate (M)

— Longing for the eyes that have been watching him, Chan guides you out of the darkness to fulfill his own needs despite your purpose.

pairing: human! chan x demon! incubus/succubus! gender-neutral! reader   genre: supernatural! au, smut word count: 1k [warnings]: masturbation, horny chan, biting/marking, dom! chan, thigh riding, sleep paralysis, consensual but slight somnophilia do not interact with this if you are under 18.

Glassy eyes watching every corner of his room, he couldn’t quite catch your form cradled in between two walls. He was aware of your presence throughout the latest weeks: the light touches at his thigh, your nails gently scraping against his skin to pull a sigh from between his lips as he slept. But it wasn’t until now that he gained the confidence to give in to what appeased you most, himself.

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