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SOFT DOMINANCE / OBEDIENCE WITH YUNHO

pairing ✭ dom!yunho x gn!reader

word count ✭ 0.4k

warnings/notes: yunho calls them "baby" & "pretty,” this isn’t smut, just something i’ve been obsessing over all day 🙂

yunho is absolutely the kind of guy who just fucking thrives off of obedience. it doesn't always have to be overtly sexual, either (though it often can be, especially for him). but his favorite form is telling you to "come here" whether verbally or not.

like he'll see you stressing over a heavy workload or an argument you had with a family member. you're pacing the kitchen, trying to ease your nerves, clearly way deep in your own head. he'd call out your name from across the room and beckon you to him. "come here, baby," he'd command gently.

he's seated at a barstool, so he'll slot you between his legs, grabbing your shaking hands. he'd love how easily you came to him. no hesitation. because you trust his intentions. he'd ask you, "what's wrong, pretty?' and he'd just kiss your knuckles and palms while you told him.

another time he'd be lounging in bed, glasses on the bridge of his nose while he reads a book on top of the covers. when you walk in the bedroom you're on the phone with a friend. he watches you chat with them as you change into pajamas and wash off your face. when you step out of the bathroom, he catches your eye and holds out his hand. a simple gesture to tell you to get in bed with him.

still on the phone with your friend, you'd take his hand and climb into bed with him without hesitation. he'd kiss your forehead and stroke your hair as you chat with them, smiling every time you get a bit animated.

in public, things don't change at all. if you go out to a bar with him and your friends, he's always there to keep an eye on you while you have fun. he doesn't interfere with your fun, but he's always careful. he wants you to drink and dance without any risk of mishaps or creeps, so he's just there to step in if you need it. and sometimes you definitely do.

you'd be chatting up at the bar with your friends and the bartender, but unbeknownst to you, you have a few spectators who aren't him. the two strangers had been watching your little group the whole night, and, when by some accident, your friends leave you alone at the bar, they take that as a chance to move in.

you wouldn't notice them at all, but you'd catch yunho's eye across the bar. all he has to do is beckon you to him with his hand and you come straight into his arms. no questions. his dead stare at the strangers would ward them away, so he'd kiss your cheek and ask you how your night was going. letting you live in drunk oblivion in the safety of his arms.

concrete bear

in which: jongho's finally done with his intense schedules, so he finally is able to dedicate more time to you.

pair: boyfriend!idol!jongho/afab!reader

word count: 5k

content: smut, jongho is possessive (+ a lil jealous?), basically mean dom jongho, homemade porno??, filthy as fuck boi, reader calls jongho teddy bear, jongho calls reader sweetheart and a colorful assortment of other "nicknames", legit most of it is sex, blowjobs, car sex, cabin sex, slight cnc, consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: brought to you by @songmingisthighs, your local bro, and @skteezcursed the most impulsive of collabs fr i don't even remember how we came up with this, but it's def iconic hehe also ik this took like five million years but there were a lot of speed bumps that i managed to figure out

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Jongho had no reason to be jealous— he did give Yeosang his blessing, after all— and he wasn’t jealous, but he was slightly displeased.

He told Yeosang to make sure all your needs were met, and he only really expected it to happen once, but when he saw that Yeosang was giving it to you regularly while he was busy recording in the studio with Hongjoong, he was slightly, just slightly, displeased. He didn’t think that you would take to the man so well, so easily, but you did.

To make matters a little worse, he returned home one night to a seemingly empty space, and when he went to his room to turn in for the night, he saw you and Yeosang fucking on his bed. He minded that a lot. But, he kept his mouth shut. After all, he did tell Yeosang to pleasure you for as long as he couldn’t.

This went on for about two weeks— Yeosang fucked you every single night for two weeks until Hongjoong finally released Jongho from the depths of his studio. And luckily for Jongho, it was Yeosang’s turn in the studio next, which meant he seriously had nothing to worry about.

But that didn’t stop him from planning a weekend getaway trip for the two of you.

You knew that Jongho liked snowboarding and skiing, so when he told you about the trip, you were surprised but also not in the same breath. Regardless, you were excited. Fuck, it was the first time in what felt like months you were finally going to have proper alone time with your boyfriend, and you were so excited.

Well, you were excited, but also a little sad.

You had grown a lot more fond of your beefcake raccoon, and you really liked having sex with him, so you were honestly a little disappointed when Jongho said he was finally done being tortured by the captain, but you did your best not to show it because he was your boyfriend for crying out loud. You should be excited to spend time with him and not the man he practically made be your sex toy for a couple of weeks.

“Sweetheart?” Jongho’s smooth voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Everything alright?”

The two of you were at a cafe near the cabin Jongho rented out— he suggested getting coffee because you kept nodding off during the car ride. You didn’t realize how spaced out you were until you nodded and took a sip of your fucking cold coffee.

“Jesus,” you grimaced as you swallowed the cooled off and now disgusting liquid. “My coffee went cold.”

“Of course it did. I’ve been talking to you for thirty minutes, and all you’ve done is mindlessly nod,” Jongho scoffed. “You even nodded when I asked you if I should murder you.”

“O-Oh… Sorry, teddy bear.”

“Uh-huh.”

You shivered— Jongho had never been that icy towards you ever. He wasn’t pissed, but you knew he was getting there.

“Seriously, I’m so sorry. I’ve just had a lot on my mind,” you said softly.

“I’m sure you do,” Jongho nodded and took a sip of his— probably cold— coffee without even looking at you. “A lot has happened in the past two weeks.”

“Yeah…”

Jongho set his cup down and looked right at you at that point, his eyes burning a hole through you. He laced his fingers together and placed them on his knee as he crossed his legs. You felt the saliva pool in your mouth as you watched his thighs flex and his jaw clench slightly.

“Tell me something,” he started.

“What?”

“Was he good?”

You blinked, your eyes wide with shock. You nearly choked on your own spit as you choked out, “H-Huh?”

“Was he good?” he repeated, this time his tone a little more harsh.

“What—”

“Was Yeosang good?” you could tell Jongho was getting fed up by the way his eyebrows were furrowing into a straight line, his eyes hardening.

You couldn’t help but sigh not because you were frustrated, but because you were so close to laughing out of sheer nervousness. Running your fingers through your hair, you pressed your lips together before asking honestly, “Teddy bear, how do you want me to answer this?”

“Truthfully.”

“It was good.” Not going to lie, Yeosang was definitely better than good, but there was no way in hell you were going to praise another man in front of your long-term boyfriend.

“Good,” Jongho accepted your response as he leaned back in his chair and nodded. “Good.”

You didn’t know that Jongho was glad to hear you say that. Well, he knew that you were lying because there was no way in hell Yeosang was only “good” when he heard the way you were screaming his name when he accidentally caught the two of you that one time, but he was happy to see that that was how you were going to play it. With newfound determination, Jongho stood up. He pushed in his chair and asked, “Are you done?”

“Oh, uh, yeah!” you set down your cold-ass coffee and stood up as well, your legs scurrying after Jongho, who had already turned and started heading out of the shop.

Jongho had gotten into the car first by the time you got out of the shop. You quickly got into the passenger’s seat, and he started the car. The air in the car got thicker rapidly as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, the silence from the man practically killing you.

“Teddy bear…?” you spoke softly as he drove quickly on the highway, his hands grasping the steering wheel tightly. “Is everything… Are you okay?”

Your boyfriend didn’t reply, which only made you more antsy. Your body flushed with warmth when you caught his eyes flitting to you— more specifically, your legs. It was freezing outside, and you still opted to wear his favorite skirt since you were able to accompany them with tights, which you knew would drive the man absolutely insane.

One hand on the steering wheel, Jongho cupped the inside of your thigh with the other, his dainty fingers getting a tight grip on them. You couldn’t help but press your legs together as you tried to keep yourself together, but the tighter his hold on you got, the more you unraveled.

It certainly did not help when he started caressing the inside of your thigh, his fingers nearing your crotch with every rub. Still with one hand on the wheel, he skillfully exited the highway and drove through what seemed like a tiny, abandoned town before coming to a stop in a very empty parking lot. He stopped the car in a far corner of the lot and unbuckled both his and your seatbelt.

You didn’t need to ask him any more questions after that because, before you could even blink, Jongho unbuckled his pants and pulled out his stiff, angry cock. He looked you dead in the eye as he uttered, “Suck,” and you obeyed instantly.

The thing was that Jongho was being curt with his words— but he wasn’t angry. Rather, he was impatient, and the shorter his sentences were, the more his patience was wearing thin, the more he wanted to fuck you. Holding your hair back, you bent over and took him into your mouth.

It had been a while since you’d dealt with your boyfriend’s thick cock that you didn’t realize how wide you would have to open your mouth. You were honestly too used to Yeosang’s dick by then, after all. The corners of your mouth stung as his cock filled up your mouth entirely, your head moving slowly as you sucked him off. But, you were moving much too slowly for him, nor were you going down far enough. Grasping your hair himself, Jongho got a good grip on your scalp before pushing your head down all the way, making you gag and nearly making the corners of your mouth rip.

You could taste his salty precum hit the back of your throat every time Jongho guided your head, forcing you to give him a blowjob according to his wishes. And the thing is you would’ve minded had you not heard his airy groans fill up the car. You desperately wanted to look up at him and see the faces he made as you blew him, but his hold on you was so strong that you could only keep your head down.

“Just like that,” Jongho sighed blissfully as he felt you hollow out your cheeks and slurp up your dripping saliva. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, sweetheart.”

Muffled by his cock in your mouth, you made a lewd noise that somewhat resembled your own satisfaction. Bringing your hand to his cock, you stroked him as you continued to suck, bringing his orgasm closer with every stroke. You felt his grip on your hair falter, finally allowing you to look up at him. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was dropped open, his head flung back as he did his best to control his breathing. The second he brought his head down and looked at you, he couldn’t hold back. He came in your mouth, his hand finding its way back to your head as he forced you to stay down.

“You better fucking swallow, sweetheart,” he groaned and slightly hissed as he ordered you.

Looking up at him with wide eyes and his cock still deep in your mouth, you swallowed. You sat up, a trail of your saliva connecting your tongue to the tip of his penis. You straightened out your hair thinking that he was done, that he was going to get himself situated and resume driving, but his cock was still hard and thirsty. He moved his seat back all the way and patted his thighs as he shot you a dark, lusty look.

“R-Really?” you stuttered, unsure of whether or not he was being serious.

“Really. Pull your tights and panties down and get on my lap. Now.”

You did as he asked— demanded— quickly, your legs starting to tremble as you knelt on the driver’s seat, your knees on either side of him as you straddled him. You did like the idea of car sex with him, but the position you were in made you nervous as hell because what if your ass hit the steering wheel and made the car honk? Sure, the parking lot was empty and no one would know that you were being fucked by the concrete bear below you, but you would still die of embarrassment if the car did honk.

“T-Teddy,” you said tearily as you hovered above his cock. “W-What if my ass hits the steering wheel?”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t,” Jongho assured you. “Now sit.”

Gulping, you spread your folds and sat down slowly, the girth of your boyfriend’s cock nearly splitting you in two. Jongho let out a groan of pleasure while you sighed blissfully. As much as you liked the way Yeosang felt inside you, you definitely, definitely, missed Jongho’s fat cock.

Once you sat all the way down, you held Jongho’s shoulders and leaned into him. Your legs were shaking so bad that you couldn’t even start bouncing on his lap. So, Jongho assisted you. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks as he cupped them and he started guiding you, your waist rising as falling as he forcibly moved you. He ran his tongue along your neck as he moved you at a slow and steady rhythm, the sound of your ass coming down on his lap echoing in the car. Soon, the car started filling with the sounds of your breathless pants and the creaking of the driver’s seat as Jongho bounced you a little faster.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?” Jongho asked— you couldn’t see his face, but you knew for a fact that he was smirking. “You missed my fat cock, didn’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you confirmed while biting your lower lip, the pleasure starting to rush to your head.

“Use your words,” Jongho suddenly snapped, his hand smacking your ass with a loud slap.

“I-I missed your— Ah! Your f-fat cock, Jjong!”

“You just love it when my cock fills you up like this, right? When my waist— Hnngh— Hits yours from below?” Jongho said while thrusting his waist up sharply, his hips ramming into yours.

You let out a loud cry and gripped his shoulders more tightly as he started to fuck you relentlessly, his waist coming up to meet yours with such vigor that you felt like his cock was going to shoot right through you. That, plus the feeling of his hands gripping, pulling, and spreading your ass cheeks the more he fucked you made your brain go absolutely numb.

“Move your top and bra,” Jongho said sensually into your ear before running his tongue along the edge of your ear. “I wanna suck on those lovely tits of yours.”

Thankfully, Jongho allowed you to stop so you could lean back and push your shirt and bra up, revealing your erect nipples. You felt warmth rush through your body when you saw Jongho run his tongue over his lower lip briefly before taking your tit into his mouth and sucking hard. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his hair as you let out a sweet moan, your insides fluttering as he sucked and resumed fucking you.

You were rapidly losing all sense of sanity by that point. Every time you sat down, you felt like his cock was just getting bigger— either that or you were getting tighter as your orgasm neared. And you didn’t know why it was it, but when Jongho brought his teeth down on your tit and nibbled lightly, you came. Your entire body tensed as you creamed all over his cock, the pleasure continuing to build and build as he refused to stop letting you ride him.

“J-Jongho, Ah— Lemme cum,” you whined, your body yearning for perfect release.

Jongho listened. He pulled you off his cock quickly and completely, making your thighs convulse as you squirted all over his lap, your arousal staining his pants. And without a second to lose, he slid his cock back into you and fucked you so fast and hard that the stars that filled your vision when you came refused to go away.

“I’m cumming inside,” he grunted, his forehead pressed against your collarbone as his breathing started faltering.

His breaths got higher in pitch and shallower as he felt his climax arriving, and with a final thrust, Jongho came inside you, stuffing you full with his hot load of cum. His cock twitched and throbbed as he emptied himself inside you entirely, and once he was completely done, he kept you on his lap, his hands moving up to your breasts to massage them as he peppered kisses along your neck.

“I want you to listen to me,” he whispered, his voice huskier than you’d ever heard it before. “You need to keep my cum inside you. Don’t let any of it spill. If it does, then I’m going to fucking punish you, got it?”

Your body tingled all over hearing his demands, and when you leaned back to see the expression on his face, your heart fluttered. His words were deathly serious, but he had such a sweet, misleading smile on his face that you wondered what on Earth he was planning if you did end up disobeying him.

“Got it?” he repeated.

“Yes, teddy bear,” you said hoarsely while nodding.

Jongho somehow got you off his lap without letting any of his seed spill, and the two of you got situated. He ended up changing his pants— you were so busy trying to dress yourself carefully and clench with all of your might to make sure you didn’t spill a drop of his cum, so you didn’t even realize he had done so— before hitting the road again.

The drive to the cabin he rented out was actual torture. Jongho kept a firm hand on your thigh and made your pussy quiver every time his slender fingers moved closer to your crotch. You knew he was testing you, teasing you, trying to get you to spill so he could punish you. And you were determined to keep him in you, but that determination slowly faded the more turned you got.

Jongho was doing every single thing intentionally because he wanted to punish you. He wasn’t jealous or anything, he swears. He wanted to punish you for being a rude brat to him while he was struggling to work. He wanted to punish you for being so unbearably impatient that he had to entrust another member of his team to satisfy you and keep you occupied so that you wouldn’t be harassing him. He wanted to punish you for being such a cunt, such a slut that you had to fuck Yeosang every single day for two weeks straight.

His fingers found their way to your clothed clit and started drawing circles around it while he kept his eyes glued to the road, his face stoic. You gasped out and immediately tried to move his hand away from you while choking back lewd noises.

“Teddy bear,” you whined. “P-Please…”

“Please what?” he asked, his voice low.

You wanted to tell him to stop, but you didn’t want him to stop. You genuinely needed him to if you were going to keep him from punishing you, but you honestly would rather cum than have him edge you because his fingers rubbing against you just felt that fucking good.

That, and you couldn’t even vocalize your thoughts at that point. Your vision was going white as you felt him rub faster, your orgasm approaching speedily. You had a tight grip on his wrist, and you desperately tried to move his hand away when you felt the knot in your stomach snap, but Jongho was an immovable force. Clenching your thighs together, you came hard, letting the car fill up with your loud cries of pleasure.

And it was when the high ebbed away did you realize you were fucked— because when you came, you squirted, making his cum seep out of your pussy. Dear God, you were absolutely fucked.

The second you got to the cabin, Jongho started manhandling you. He grabbed your arm and led you right into the bedroom before grabbing you by the waist and tossing you on the bed. The bed springs squeaked as you landed and let out a gasp of disbelief. He immediately pinned you on the bed, his hands aiming for the waistband of your skirt and yanking it off. He ripped a hole right through your tights and tore the crotch of your panties right off to reveal your soaking wet pussy that had absolutely no cum left in it— it remained on your panties swimming alongside your arousal.

“You didn’t keep it in,” Jongho stated, disappointment evident in his voice. “You really want me to punish you, don’t you?”

“How the fuck was I supposed to when you literally made me cum again in the car?” you shot back, nearly hysteric.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t fucking talk back to me.”

But you were going to, and the second you opened your mouth to do so, he grabbed your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks. He pulled your face towards his, his lips dangerously close to yours as he said in a hushed tone, “You’re going to listen to everything I tell you, got it?”

“That’s my punishment?”

“Yes.”

That didn’t seem so bad, but since you didn’t know was what he was going to tell you to do, you didn’t realize exactly how bad it was going to get. As you pondered what he was going to ask of you, he started stripping you down. He swiftly removed your top and bra and completely ripped your tights off your legs so that you were entirely naked as you laid down on the bed.

From your position on the bed, you watched as Jongho propped his phone up, the camera pointed right at you. Once he was satisfied with the angle, he started recording. He pulled his own clothes off and tossed them somewhere in the room before getting on the bed, his body facing the camera.

“Jongho, are you… Are you recording us having sex?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yeah.”

“As part of the punishment…?”

“Correct.”

You gulped nervously upon hearing his response. You wanted to ask him why, but you knew that he wasn’t going to give you a straight answer, or even an answer for that matter. So, you let it happen, and you let him pleasure you the way he wanted to.

Wrapping his fingers around your neck, Jongho pressed lightly into your skin, the blood already rushing quickly to your head as it got harder for you to breathe. He lifted you up, your entire body moving upwards to meet his. He flattened his tongue against your lips and licked them before kissing you passionately. His tongue immediately pushed into your mouth, the feeling of his tongue twirling around with yours along with the lack of air making you dizzy and desperate.

The longer Jongho kissed you, the harder it was getting for you to breathe, and while you did want to surface for air, there was something about the way that Jongho was expertly choking and kissing you that made you all sort of horny. You held onto his arms and brought your body closer to his while pulling down on his arms, hoping that he’ll continue kissing you roughly but loosen his strong grip on your neck.

Jongho got the hint. He finally let go of your neck, his hands opting to move to your hair. He gripped the back of your head strongly, snapping your head backwards as he proceeded to slather sloppy, wet kisses along the side of your neck. You were panting hard as Jongho’s lips made their way down your body. While one hand was on your head, the other ran along the curve of your hip and down to your crotch, his fingers stroking your pussy and entering you, making the most lewd squelching noises. You, as if you were trying to cling to your last bit of sanity, clung to his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin.

“Oh, God, Jongho,” you cried as he fingered you ruthlessly, pleasure shooting through your body rapidly. “Oh my God— Oh fuck— Fuck, I’m c-cum—!”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence. You let out a loud whine mixed with a cry as your boyfriend’s skillful fingers made you squirt all over the bed, your body shaking vigorously as the orgasm washed over you. And despite the fact that you just came, Jongho refused to give you a break. The second his fingers were out of you, he turned you over so that you were on your elbows and knees, and he pulled your still sore ass up in the air so he could shove his fat cock into your wet cunt. You flung your head backwards and screamed your boyfriend’s name as you flattened your chest to the mattress, your hands clutching at the duvet beneath you as you felt his waist slam into yours.

“I’m surprised your cunt is still this tight after taking me in the car,” Jongho commented. “Your cunt still hasn’t gotten used to the shape of my cock again yet, sweetheart?”

You could barely think, so there was no way in hell you were going to respond coherently. You responded in the only way you knew how, and that was by moaning his name loudly, the moans slowly starting to turn into screams as he pounded into you from behind.

He had his hands clenching your ass cheeks and slapping your ass every so often, making your ass cheeks redder and even more sore with every passing second. He was relentless.

Then, he changed his position. He pulled out quickly and turned you over. You thought he was going to pin you down, but instead, he laid down on the bed and pulled your waist so that you were straddling him. He forced your hips down quickly, the feeling of his cock filling you up from below making your entire body tremble. You quickly pressed yourself down on his chest, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips.

That’s when you got killer déjà vu. You distinctly remembered Yeosang holding you the same way when Jongho’s hands pulled your legs open and thrust into you from below, his grunts coming out in the same fashion.

“Are you thinking about hyung?” Jongho bit out in between thrusts, totally catching you off guard. “You’re thinking about the way he fucked you in my fucking bed, aren’t you, slut?”

Your eyes went wide. You looked at your boyfriend through your glazed eyes, your entire body reacting to his words— how did he know that Yeosang fucked you in his bed?

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“H-How?”

Jongho smirked. Instead of giving you an answer, he sped up, his cock rubbing against your walls at a greater speed. You squeezed your eyes shut and cried loudly the more you felt your boyfriend’s cock tear your cunt apart, and within seconds, you came again. You clenched hard around his cock, evoking a pleasureful grunt from the man below you before he shoved his cock so deep inside you to fill you with his seed.

You collapsed entirely and buried your nose in the nook of his neck as you fought to regain your breath and sanity, but Jongho was having none of that. He pulled out, letting his cum trickle out of you, then moved you off him. You thought that was it, that he was done with his punishment because you were spent, but Jongho was far from done. It had been more than two weeks since he had fucked you, and he needed you to remember who you belonged to.

Grabbing your wrists, Jongho moved so that he was laying against the headboard, your back facing him as your knees were on either side of his waist. He let go of your wrists to spread your buttocks and push you down on his erection, his cock filling you up from underneath and making you cry out. You grabbed his thighs to help steady yourself, but within seconds, Jongho moved your hands so that they were behind your back, your arms trapped in the strong grip of his hands.

You cried loudly as Jongho thrust into you from below, you breasts moving wildly as you bounced on his lap, the sound of your ass hitting his waist matching the decibel of your moans. Through bleary eyes, you made eye contact with Jongho’s phone’s camera, the realization that his phone was rolling making your entire body flush with heat, making your cunt relax ever so slightly, but Jongho didn’t miss that note at all.

“You’re suddenly loose? What, is my cock not good enough for your cunt?” Jongho grunted out, his hips hitting yours even more firmly. “Do you really want that fucking beefcake raccoon’s pretty penis inside you right now? Do you want hyung to fuck you, slut?”

“N-No!” You immediately wailed in response. “I o— Oh! Only want y-you, teddy— Ah!”

“Is that right?”

Sharply snapping his waist up, Jongho moved quickly so that you were pressed against the bed again, your face and chest rubbing into the sheets as he somehow fucked you even harder than before— something you didn’t think was possible. Your arms were still behind your back in one of Jongho’s hands while the other slapped your ass repeatedly, making it so red that you could’ve sworn the friction was about to start a fire.

Jongho muttered profanities under his breath as he fucked you from behind again and again, his pace and strength refusing to let up. When he snaked his arm around your waist and pinched and squeezed your clit, your body couldn’t take it any longer. You buried your face into the sheets below you and screamed loudly as the pleasure overtook you once more, your fingers and toes curling as you came hard.

Your cunt clenched tightly as you creamed around your boyfriend’s cock, making the man hiss with the feeling. He let go of your wrists so he could hold onto your waist and make several more resounding snaps against your waist before releasing his load inside you again, his cock twitching wildly as ropes of cum spurt into you. And when he pulled out, he kept your ass high in the air so he could watch the mixture of his and your cum spill out of you and decorate the sheets below, your folds twitching as your high settled down.

Sticking two of his fingers inside your cunt, he curled them and collected his cum on the tips of his fingers before pulling them out. He moved you so that you were facing the camera once more, your ass planted firmly on the bed as he held you from behind. He had one hand on your breast, tenderly kneading and squishing it while he stuffed his cum-covered fingers in your mouth to give you a taste.

“Let’s get something straight,” he whispered in your ear, his lips sweeping against the edge of your ear. “At the end of the day, you’re mine.”

He removed his fingers from your mouth and turned your head so that you were looking at him, his eyes forward, locked with the camera. He maintained his eye contact with the camera as his lower lip brushed against yours, teasing you, making your body flush with warmth once again.

“Yeosang hyung can fuck you as much as he’d like, but your cunt was made for me.”

quiet affection

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pairing: bf! yunho x gn! reader

↬ tags: i might just make sleepy fics my personality right now, super fluffy + written on a whim!, another short work hehet <3

summary: a sleepy, affectionate moment unfolds as he snuggles into your embrace on the sofa, finding comfort and warmth in your presence

word count: 397 words

you hear the soft pattering of his feet against the wooden flooring before you see him emerge in your line of vision. hair mused up, shirt askew and eyes barely opened, yunho makes his way towards you.

your relaxed form on the sofa jerked downwards as he sat down on it heavily, sleep lacing his veins. back leaning against the armrest, you secretly took a picture of him: all cuddly and tired.

"why didn't you join me..." he mumbles, making a face. yunho yawns, stretching a little before slumping back against the sofa. you couldn't help but melt at his actions, this side of him unknown to his friends.

"you were sleeping so soundly, body all sprawled out on the bed."

you even had a picture to prove that: you had to stifle your laughter when you found him sleeping in a less than ideal position. he awoken to your rustling as you were putting away your things, mumbling a "you're back..." and then falling back to sleep right after.

"i decided to let you have that proper rest and chose to lie down in the living room instead."

you propped up your legs closer to your body so that he could sit properly, but he chose to push your legs apart before slumping into your embrace, his body snuggled between your thighs and arms slung haphazardly around your middle.

"whatever. i want you to hold me now." yunho presses his face into your chest—much like a cat would—and you lightly chuckled at his actions.

"yes, yes. whatever you say."

switching your phone off, you soothed his already sleeping self, hands roaming up and down his back, just the way he likes it.

"good night again, yunho."

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Ateez Mafia- Falling After The Arranged Marriage

Seonghwa

You did not want to be married to a stranger, much less the son of one of your father’s mafia members. When you grew up you wanted nothing to do with the mafia, hoping to leave it all behind, yet now you were legally married to it. He was tall, dark, and handsome, a little bit cold, but in his actions it was obvious that he had a soft heart. However, you refused to let your heart be moved by him, all of this, the marriage, everything was against your will and that wasn’t something you could stand for. You knew you were being petty, obviously it wasn’t like he begged his father to marry the two of you, but you couldn’t help but take it out on him. If he was annoyed by your attitude he never mentioned anything to you, he just let you do whatever you needed to do.

He really was quite respectful of your wishes, he left you alone for the most part, and even gave you your own room in his house because you refused to share a room with him. You had just gotten done with your usual night routine and hopped into bed going to sleep, hoping to wake up from this weird dream. Instead your dreams took you back in time to a memory you much rather forget. The very reason your father wanted you to marry Seonghwa, to protect you from that ever happening again. You were tossing and turning, sweat dripping down your body as you tried to force yourself to wake from the nightmare. When you finally woke up you saw Seonghwa sitting on the edge of the bed, dapping a cold rag to your forehead. And for the first time since you married him, you were relieved to see him. You couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down your cheeks as you sat up, your body shaking with fear.

Seonghwa pulls you into his chest, his strong arms around your fragile frame, tucking your head under his chin. “I-i-” you wanted to explain to him the horrific and traumatizing experience but he shushed you “I know,” he whispered running his fingers through your hair. You had spent countless nights crying over someone who didn’t give you a second thought or explanation for the pain they inflicted on you. However, this was the first night you were able to calm down after a nightmare. Perhaps it was the soft beat of Seonghwa’s heart against your ear, or his strong arms caging you from the rest of the world, or the vibrations of his chest as he softly hummed, but you had felt calm. “I’m sorry you got wrapped up into this,” you whispered closing your eyes to keep from crying “That I’m so broken and scared to the point I require a full time body guard.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t made it easy for you either. If anyone is to blame for this arranged marriage it’s me, yet I’ve been taking it out on you,” you whispered into his chest, “I wasn’t forced into anything,” he said getting you to pull back and look at him confused “Your father asked all of us who would be willing to marry his daughter and I offered,” he said tucking hair behind your ear. “Call me crazy, but I’ve been watching you for…. as long as I can remember. Over time I started to feel affection for you and when I heard what had happened to you, I wanted to make sure it never happened again,” he explained and you couldn’t help but smiled before moving back in to cuddle into his chest deciding maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing.

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SAN, WHERE ARE YOU? — CHOI SAN X FEM! READER

Paring: San x Fem!Reader

Genre: Pure smut. No plot whatsoever. There is a sprinkling of fluff if you squint?

wc: 4,825

Synopsis: Your boyfriend invites you to the fancy dress party his frat is holding to celebrate the frats birthday. Only, nobody will tell you what he's dressed as. When you spend half of the party searching for him, Jongho gives away his location.. you're in for a night of fun. One question though, Do you like scary movies?

warnings: smut, smut,smut. Ghostface!San, Velma!reader. Rough sex, unprotected sex, Knife play ( WITHOUT cutting reader. The knife isn't sharp enough for skin), praise, degradation, manhandling, sex in a treehouse, reader's hands get tied, Reader has her view restricted, everything is consented, established relationship, light choking from behind?, reader gets carpet burn. I'm not sure if I've missed something.

note: Hey! it's been a long while. oops. anyway. here, enjoy this badly written San fic! please remember that this is all fiction. This is a little darker than what i've written previously but it's more my vibe ;)

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You didn't know what you were thinking. For starters, your costume was tight and short. You were sure the Velma outfit looked different online, instead, the material was like a tight second skin that stretched across your chest and the skirt was much shorter than the picture. You were surely careful not to bend or move too much. Your long orange socks weren't meant to be thigh-highs at all. Overall, you'd come to the conclusion that the outfit was more on the verge of a more adult theme that would pass for a party.

You still looked good. In fact, your legs looked amazing in the platform heels Mingi's girlfriend persuaded you into. She claimed that if you'd already gone this far, you may as well go all out. What sold you on the whole outfit was her mentioning that San would go insane and you'd had a knack for winding each other up lately.

So, here you were, at the KQ Frat like every other Friday night. Only this time, it was a special party. The KQ Frat as a whole was turning 5 and they'd let their dearest Song Mingi choose the theme. Okay, maybe he was put on the spot and said 'uhhhm' a lot when he was asked but he eventually stumbled out with the theme of fancy dress.

You pushed the fake glasses up your nose, swearing to yourself at the realization that you could have used your own glasses for this instead of messing around for half an hour trying to put contacts in with shaky hands. You opted to just take them off all together, setting them down on a ledge in the hall. If you had your way, you'd be at home.

Honestly, since you moved in with San things have been a lot better for you both, other than his inability to do the laundry. However, tonight you'd gotten ready at a friend's house and with him being so secretive with his costume, you hadn't a clue what to look for.

The first person you came across was your boyfriend's best friend, Wooyoung. You stifled a laugh, raising your eyebrow at him. “A vampire?” Your fingers ruffled his black and red cape, the material cheap and wrinkled. Wooyoung only rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“It was rushed! San took my costume idea!” He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. Woo’s words came out in a slight lisp, the terrible plastic fangs moving around in his mouth so much that he just ripped them out.

What he said piqued your interest though, an overly friendly smile plastering on your face. “And..what were you going to be, Wooyoungie?” The raised eyebrow look the man gave you had you almost ashamed that you were trying to butter him up to tell you San’s costume. A girl had to do what a girl had to do.

“Don’t ‘Wooyoungie’ me!” His voice raised a pitch as he mocked you, his eyelids rapidly moving to fan his lashes in an imitation of you. “I’m not stupid, ____. San would never let me live it down if I ruined the surprise.”

That was true, Woo was already the brunt of most of the group's jokes. Though lately, they’d dwindled down in public. Anything to help save a crumb of his image in attempts to woo the library girl. You rolled your eyes and lightly whacked his arm, pushing past him with a grumbled goodbye.

The next familiar face you came across nearly took you off your feet, if only it weren't for the person behind you steadying your form. Spiderman and..Chucky? Something about the spiderman felt familiar and as your eyes lit up with hope… they soon dullened when the voice spoke. Yunho. Not San.

“Woah, careful there.” He patted the top of your head in a friendly gesture. Yunho was the most big brother friend you’d ever met and he was the one you went to for comfort whenever you and San fought. He offered the best advice sometimes. It wasn't surprising.

“I’m sorry, ____.” Chucky spoke, adjusting his cap. Except it wasn't Chucky really, it was just Hongjoong, shooting you an apologetic grin. “Have you seen my girl? She’s dressed as the bride of Chucky.” The obvious reveal that he succumbed to the couple's costume agenda had a light blush blossoming at the tips of his ears.

You shook your head, an apologetic smile tugging at your lips. "Sorry, Joong. Have you seen San?" His reply was the same as yours.

So, you kept moving, pushing through the sweaty bodies grinding together in time with the heavy thudding of music. Eventually, you managed to push through to the kitchen. Huffing out a breath, you leant against the counter. Where was San? There were so many people here, it was more packed than last year especially with the frat's growing reputation. You glanced around the space from the doorway of the kitchen once more, spotting Yeosang, dressed as Link from the zelda games, talking very animatedly with Seonghwa, who you weren't sure of his character but he looked striking in a white ruffled blouse and half corset. You suspected he was some kind of vampire, judging by the vibe.

“You’re looking for San, I take it.” A casual voice piped up from behind you, startling you to whirl around. There stood Jongho, his face half covered by a cut off white mask. He wore a suit, without the jacket. Instead, a long cape with hand painted gold swirls on the inside. He had obviously done it himself. It was certainly the best effort of Phantom of The Opera you'd seen.

“You know where he is?” Desperation laced your tone, you just wanted to see your boyfriend at this point. San had been teasing you all day over text, telling you that you’d love his outfit. That you would go crazy. He told you that he chose it with you in mind.

Jongho gave a nonchalant shrug, his eyes looking toward the back patio door. “Maybe, try looking out there.” Your shoulders relaxed, a grin overtaking your painted lips. You were about to set off in that direction when he held up a gloved hand. “You didn’t hear it from me, ____. Okay?”

With an endearing eye roll, you brought your fingers across your mouth in a zipping motion that earned you an approving nod. Now, you set off outside carefully, being mindful of the shoes you were wearing. They were practically stilts to you. Your fingers held down the ends of your skirt, worried it might blow up in the breeze. Even though ninety percent of the party goers were indoors out of the cold. Speaking of cold, goosebumps rose against your exposed skin as you squinted through the darkness.

“San?” You called, rounding the pool to the concrete slabs that paved the way to the tree at the bottom of the yard. “Sannie?”

You hated it down here. The frat house was a huge place. You often wondered how on earth the guys managed to score it. But with eighteen people living there, it was much needed. The thing was, with the big house came the big garden. The bottom of the garden, whilst still kept mowed, was mostly unused. Save for a few sheds.. But it was creepy and always sent a chill up your spine. Though that could be the cemetery on the other side of the fence. All in all, with the massive house the guys were sure was haunted and the cemetery backing onto the place.. It was just spooky all around.

You stood for a moment, a shiver running down your spine as a whisper of wind rushed by your ear. “San, come on.. this isn’t funny..” Silence. “I’m cold..” A rustle sounded to your left, your head snapping in that direction.

You began to tentatively approach, trying to make sure your heels don’t sink into the grass. You bit back a scream at the sudden animal sprinting out from behind the shrubbery, your palm pressed against your heart as it pounded in your chest. Your breath left you as a sharp exhale of relief. You chuckled at yourself, shaking your head as you turned.. Though you didn’t get far.

You turned straight into a broad, hard chest. A small scream left you, the masked man's hands reaching out to grip your hips. The figure was wearing a ghostface mask, something sheathed in his belt glinting in the moonlight. Although, the familiarity in the way his strong hand splayed on your body as he held you, you knew it was him.

San’s Ghostface robe was open, revealing his black jeans and a shirt that stretched across his torso. Your eyes once more caught the glint at his waist. “A real knife? San, are you craz-” He said nothing, only span you around with your back to his chest. One of his hands drifted up your body to cover your mouth, it was then that you noticed the leather gloves as you felt them against your skin.

“You look like a treat, ____.” He hushed in your ear, the plastic of his mask bumping against the side of your face with how close his head was to you. “Now, Velma, you think you can climb that ladder?” he pointed a gloved hand to the tree, the stepped ladder made up of wooden slats fixed together. At least it was sturdy.

You nodded mutedly against his hand, resisting the urge to turn to face him when he let you go completely with a part pat to your behind. “Good girl.” His voice was smooth to the ear, “Off you go.” With a nudge to the small of your back, he urged you on.

It was a slight struggle to climb the ladder with the way you were dressed, but San was close behind you. When you made it to the doorway of the treehouse, you waited for him as you stood on the ladder. San slotted his feet either side of yours on the same ladder rung, his body caging you against it as he produced the keys for the door. The tree house was in regular use by the frat, mostly so the house didn’t smell of weed whenever the landlord decided to randomly drop by for house inspections.

The treehouse itself was very sturdily built, with an old bedroom door that was previously Mingi’s and the hole in the middle fixed over with planks of wood screwed in place. The floor was covered in carpet that used to be in Hongjoong’s room. A few beanbags dotted around the place and for lighting there were battery operated fairy lights strung around the square perimeter. It was a cute little hangout that San had quite literally banished everybody from for tonight.

With the door now open, you were about to climb in when San’s hands landed on your waist again. His strong grip practically hauled you up and into the treehouse. With a noise of surprise, you landed on your stomach, scrambling up on your hands and knees to crawl to one of the beanbags. The door shut behind you, you noted San didn’t bother to lock it.

San was silent. You almost wondered if he even came here with you but when his leather clad fingers curled around your ankle and a low chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat. “Where are you going, Baby?” His voice was a mocking coo as he pulled you toward him, your body dragging across the carpet causing your skirt to drift up to your waist. “Didn’t you miss me?” His voice sounded close to your ear again now and you felt his presence close to your back but he wasn’t actually touching you.

“Sa-” He interrupted you, his voice completely dropping his act to murmur to you softly. “Do you trust me?” He stayed poised above you, his body weight on his arms so he’s not touching you.

You twisted underneath him, rolling onto your back to stare up at him. Although, you only saw his mask. Your hands reached out, fingers delicately lifting his mask up for you to see his eyes. His lips quirked at the corners when you cupped his cheeks. “I trust you with my life, Sannie.” You arched your neck up your lips pressing the lightest of kisses to his jaw. “You’re doing good. We spoke about this, remember?” Your thumbs grazed small circles on the apples of his cheeks, San’s brown eyes closing as he leaned into your touch.

It was true. You both had spoken about this forever ago, You’d established the limits and words to use if either of you were uncomfortable. The only thing you both hadn’t settled on was when. You both agreed to keep that a surprise and to San, today was perfect. So, with a sure nod, he lightly battered your hands away from his face to pull the mask back down and sink back into character.

You instead began to let your hands wander over his back, the muscles prominent from holding himself up. When they drifted down to his behind, the intent to give him a playful squeeze, your hands froze. San grinned behind the mask, seeing your eyes light up in surprise. He could see the excitement swimming in them and he knew you’d just encountered the feel of the rope tucked into his back pocket beneath the robe. Perfect opportunity. Your boyfriend rose himself to his knees, his right hand disappearing beneath the black material to pull the soft rope from his pocket. It wasn’t too heavy duty. Actually… it was just the craft string that was tied around his christmas present from you.

San was quick and efficient with the way he pinned your hands to the carpet above your head. He paused, his eyes darting around to search for something to fix them to. His gaze landed on the small table next to one of the beanbags, a grin overtaking his features behind the mask once more. Instead of dragging your body across the carpet again, San pulled the table closer threading the twine string around the leg before fastening both of your wrists against it.

You watched him obediently, pretending to struggle at least a little bit. It added to the excitement after all. San let his eyes properly travel over your body and your outfit in the soft glow of the fairy lights. You couldn’t see his facial reactions but it excited you all the more. The adrenaline of the situation had you panting in anticipation. You felt his fingers brush over your ankle once more, ghosting up, up, up… his hand now cupping over your thigh, leathered index finger brushing the edge of your panties. He was taking his sweet time but his other hand was hovering over the handle of the knife at his waistband. Not yet.

The first thing to go was your tight orange shirt. It was roughly pulled over your head just to expose your torso. With your hands tied there was no way to fully remove it but San liked the way it restricted your arms above your head even further.

“Hm,” he made a sound in the back of his throat. “I think we’ll keep this, what do you think?” Even though he had asked you.. his tone suggested there was no room for negotiation, his fingers tugging at the hem of your skirt just once.

You felt him push the material higher to pool at your waist once more. San’s touch was feather light, teasing as he circled it around your navel and down to your waistline. Now was when his free hand curled around the handle of the knife in his belt. Your breathing hitched, body completely still as you felt the cold metal against your collarbone. Your eyes were staring at the ceiling, lips parted. A sound caught in your throat as he dragged it down your body, you could feel that the blade was dull and not sharp enough to actually cut your skin… it was either that or San was pressing very lightly.

“Shh,” He hushed, letting the point of the blade drag across your hardened nipple over the sheer fabric of your bra. “I’ve got you, now.” The point broke through the fabric, San lifting it away from you to slice your bra cup straight through the middle.

His face appeared in your vision and you could only imagine him looking absolutely elated with how glassy your eyes looked. He tutted, “You’ve seen enough, I think.” He set the knife on your sternum as he pulled your shirt down your arms enough to cover the top half of your head, blanking out your vision.

Your body squirmed between his thighs, small sounds of struggle leaving your parted lips. “San, I wanna see you.” You whined, wrists twisting in their binds before you'd remembered they were currently immobile.

“Keep still.” San warned, his tone was far from the soft and loving boyfriend you usually encountered. San was rarely dominant in bed with you, he preferred to lovingly worship your body and praise you with sweet nothings.

This was pleasantly different. His touch was firmer, his grip harsher and his demands had arousal shooting straight through your body. Like the good girlfriend you were, you stilled. San lifted the Ghostface mask up to uncover his mouth, not that you could even see.

Your body flinched in surprise when you felt cool air blow across your exposed nipple. San could only nod to himself in satisfaction. He loved the reactions he could draw from your body without even touching you. He lowered his mouth further, plush lips enveloping the peaked flesh into his warm mouth.

Your hands clenched into fists, longing to dive themselves into his hair. You were totally restricted, completely at San's mercy. The thought alone had a soft moan drifting into the silence. You felt his touch leave you again, the knife's weight leaving your sternum. You felt the material of your bra pull away from you in the middle, the sound of tearing fabric mixing with your breathing.

Your bra was now loose, the cups falling completely to the sides to expose you further. “Hey.” You protested weakly. That bra was expensive.

San could only laugh softly as he dropped a kiss between your breasts. “She finally talks.” He drawled, the feeling of the cold blade starting back at your collarbone once more.

The sharpness of the thin coldness trailed down your middle, a circle made around your belly button before it lifted from your exposed skin only briefly. You felt it again on your waistline, right where your panties sat. San made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat, flattening the blade to firmly tap it against your clothed center.

The feeling had you mewling beneath him, struggling to stay still. The panties were the next thing to go, San pulling the torn fabric from under you after he had successfully cut it away from your body only to drop the arousal coated garment on your chest.

“Please..” Your beg came as a desperate cry, you needed some sort of relief. The wait was killing you.

You were rewarded with San shushing you yet again. “If you're looking for any mercy here, ____, you're out of luck.”

San's left hand pinned your hips down, his other manning the knife. The knife where he had used the flat of the blade to press it to your, now bare, core. You knew you were wet, you could feel it. Hell, you could hear it when the metal was tapped against you again. Your moan raised a pitch, the hand holding your hips moving and allowing your hips to rock dangerously against the flat of the knife.

“I wish you could see yourself, baby.” San's voice deepened, sounding huskier as he watched you. “My girl. So needy to get off, you're rubbing yourself on a kitchen knife.” He tutted. “Pathetic, don't you think?”

You could think of a single coherent thought. Gasps drawing from you as all you could do was nod and cry out when the surface your hips were working against was removed.

You were sure you would remember this night forever… The thrill rushing through your veins. You thought San had gotten up. You thought he left you there for a moment until his fingers dug into your cheeks, palm holding your jaw tight. He squeezed, forcing your mouth to open. “Tongue.”

It was a one-word demand and yet you knew the instruction, your mouth opening wide to poke out your flattened tongue. San's harsh breathing was heard as he very carefully let the knife rest on the pink muscle. More specifically, the side he coated with yourself. You whined once more.

“Clean it.” San encouraged, watching with interest as you followed his every command and collected your own taste. He was so hard it was painful but he wanted to drag this night out… He thought his decision over, curious, lust blown eyes taking in the sight of you.

You, with your skirt bunched at your waist. You, with your orange thigh high socks, your ridiculous shoes, your arms trussed up above your head, your shirt covering half of your face, your ruined bra exposing your chest, your chest where your ripped panties lie. You, with your trust in him to carry out such fantasies. San was done waiting. He wanted you and he wanted you now.

The loud clang of an object being thrown away was harsh to your ears, the object thudding against the carpet. San had thrown the knife far away from you both, his fingers frantically fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper. “I'm done fucking waiting.” He panted sharply, shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to let his cock free.

You wished you could see him, you wished you could see how red the swollen tip of his cock was. You wished you could watch the thick vein along his shaft throb before your eyes… the bead of precum smeared across the head. The image had a zing of pleasure pulsing through your clit.

“San, please.” You begged, “Please. I've been good, right?” You hadn't a clue what you were babbling. Your words tumbled out of your mouth quickly before your brain could filter.

San groaned, “Yes, Baby.” You felt him brush against your entrance. “You have.” In one sharp snap forward of his hips, San sheathed himself into your warm, wet pussy. “F-Fuck..” His grip was back on your body again, maneuvering your legs back by your thighs as he gave you time to adjust to the sheer stretch his cock gave you.

San's big palms spread over the backs of your thighs, opting to just gather your ankles in one hand to push your legs back against your torso. You felt the burn of your thigh muscles at your body being bent this way but your main focus was still trying to relax your tight grip around his cock.

“Relax for me.” San murmured, his free hand settling on your pubic area.. you wondered what the purpose of the hand placement was until his leather-gloved thumb made contact with your clit.

San stayed perfectly still as his thumb moved in slow circles, your body eventually relaxing to the pleasure coursing through you. Your chest rose and fell harshly the faster his thumb moved. San watched you through the mask intently, how your facial features slackened. Small moans of his name bounced off the wooden walls of the treehouse, the fairy lights casting a beautiful glow across your skin that San could look at forever.

San knew you were getting close, he knew your body. He knew that when your teeth sunk into your bottom lip it meant you were on the edge of an orgasm and for a moment he felt bad to rip your peak right away from you by stopping his thumb.

“No, no! San, that's not fair!” Your eyes fluttered harshly to adjust as he lifted the shirt from your eyes. Your legs were let go, dropping each side of his body.

San's fingers skillfully untied the knots of your binds, rubbing at the marks on your wrists for a mere moment. He pulled completely from you, your expression frowning in confusion.

“What are yo–” You were roughly rolled onto your stomach, your body manhandled so you were on your knees and your naked torso was flush to the carpet. “Fuck!” Your curse abruptly escaped you as he entered you once more without warning, San's pelvis flush to your behind.

Your fingers grip on the carpet was torn away when San gathered your arms behind your back, wrists tethered together once more with the twine. “Stay fucking still.” He grunted, a harsh swat of his hand smacking your ass cheek eliciting a long moan from you.

He gave another swat to the other cheek. Matching red hand prints on display. Punishment for trying to lift your head. It didn't matter anymore, San fixed that problem by keeping a hand closed around the back of your neck, the side of your face roughly rubbing against the carpet with each hard thrust of his hips.

San fucked you like a man possessed, not a single break between thrusts. His belt jingled with his rapid movements. “See what you get when you do as you're told for once, hmm?” His voice was broken with his own noises of pleasure.

You weren't much better, your mouth permanently open with screams of his name and the word ‘yes’ repeating on loop. Your brain felt hazy, pleasantly so. You weren't even aware of your volume or even the patch of drool soaking the floor under your mouth. San had never fucked you like this before.

“You're so fucked out you haven't even noticed you're being fucked raw.” The pressure on your neck increased, a garbled noise from you being muffled by the floor.

You barely registered San's free hand fumbling around for something until the light of his phone screen was shoved in front of your face. The camera app. The idea had your thighs trembling. Your face had a far away look to it, one you hardly recognized as yourself. You watched pliantly as San propped the device against the table leg that your hands were previously tied to before hitting the capture a few times.

San could feel you shaking against him, his hips stuttering a moment when you clenched around him. The arm that wasn't holding you down snaked around you, his fingers finding your clit to rub fast, tight circles.

He'd never heard you scream so loud when the orgasm wracked through your body. Toes curling in your heels, nails digging into your palms. The feeling slammed into you abruptly, rippling through your pussy. Anyone outside would think you were being murdered.

San tore the mask off his face, his head tipping back on a long guttural moan. You knew he'd just come inside you, you'd know what that sound meant anywhere. Even if you didn't feel the slow softening of his cock, or the excess come smear on your skin as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

The both of you were panting harshly. San gently patted your waist, letting go of your neck to work on untying your wrists again. “Wow.” You huffed, arms falling limply to the floor with exhaustion. The cool breeze felt nice against your heated, sweat sheened skin.

He hummed in light agreement, his palms coasting up and down your back and sides for a moment before he withdrew from you. San was quick to reach up to the small table for the box of tissues he had brought up here when he prepared the treehouse that morning.

Your boyfriend always prided himself with being gentle with your aftercare. San made sure to clean your abused pussy as best he could in that moment before he gathered your limp body in his arms. “My limbs don't work.” You mumbled, your head resting on his shoulder as San brought you both to one of the big bean bags. His touch was the most gentle it had been all evening, palms trying to rub some warmth and life back into your body.

“Mmh, That was definitely something..” San agreed, draping a blanket over you both.

The two of you sat there in the blissful afterglow for a while. Bodies tangled together, your head against San's shoulder and your fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck and San's own hands lovingly rubbing over your body to soothe you.

After a few minutes, your fingers stopped and San was sure you'd fallen asleep until–

“I have carpet burn on my cheek.”

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sacrifices | smg

best friend!mingi|cutie!reader

genre: it’s filthy tbh

warnings: pure mingi is not so pure, he has the nastiest wet dream and he wakes up a mess, he’s still so sweet, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mingi has a big dick, self-indulgent, creampie. reader is a chunky babe, he thinks you're so pretty.

words: 6.7k

songs: sacrifices by tinashe, anomaly by azee

Reminder set: Pick baby girl up from the library. Mingi wasn’t too busy on his lovely friday except going to the market and filling out a few papers before sending them off. It was the beginning of the weekend, meaning you would stay over at his place. He laid in his bed scrolling through his phone, hand hiding underneath his hoodie for warmth, occasionally rubbing his skin for comfort. He didn’t know how long he was scrolling until he dozed off, falling into a deep slumber. The heat wasn't just from wearing his hoodie when he started moving. There was a subtle ache in his groin and his hands twitched in their resting spots.

There you laid underneath him, thighs pushed up against your chest and hands holding the back of your thighs with the help of the man above, his larger ones sprawled just below yours. He moved his right hand to pull away the thin cover of your panties, staring at how wet you were just in front of him. 

Mingi could feel his mouth water and his dick stir just being able to stare at it but as his thumb came in contact with your slit, hearing you faintly whimper made him throb. Your noises, sweet sweet noises drove him insane as he teased your swollen clit. 

You dripped and you throbbed, you glistened and the slick wet sound of his thumb teasing you was enough to make him simply become pussy drunk. There was no way, no possible reason for you to be so stunning in such a vulnerable position. Cute cunt in his face ready for him to take. 

“Please..please mingi..” You whispered, encouraging him to do something, anything other than stare. You were getting shy with just his eyes on you. He knew you were but chose not to do anything about it. Instead, his left hand squeezed your thigh, squeezing your warmth in his hot palm. You were so fucking soft and so hot, he could cum just from touching you. 

“Can I taste you?” He looked up at you. 

“Oh please, please do.” You nodded your head, nibbling your bottom lip. Fuck, you weren’t real.  He leaned down to press his lips against the back of your right thigh, close to your dripping cunt. He parted his lips to stink his teeth into the fat before kissing the same spot he bit, teasing your slit just until his thumb was coated in your sticky arousal. "Mm.. mingi." You whispered until it was nothing more. Mingi woke up with an evident tent and a dark spot ruining the fabric of his shorts. His alarm was going off too, yet he basked in this feeling of bliss. He winced as he lifted the band, only to find his cock hard and cum staining his skin. "Shit.." He mumbled sleepily, picking up his phone with his other hand and turning the alarm off. He was supposed to leave soon, yet he was lingering in his bed, horny. There was just no way he was this fucked up from a wet dream. He had been so needy for the past couple days, his stupid hand couldn't fix it nor the amount of porn on his laptop could help.

What made him really sit there was that he had a dream about you and though it wasn't the first time, this one felt a lot more realistic. The feeling of you and your voice felt all too real to comprehend for a dream. It ran chills down his spine hearing you moan and he would do anything to hear it in real life.

It was scary how badly it turned him on because any other time, he was so used to ignoring the sudden ache in his gut but today seemed like he could barely hold himself together. His brain was too occupied with you and only you. First, he needed to clean himself up and change, then grab a snack or a drink for you. He didn't live too far from your university, but it was a bit of a ride considering he always bought you something. He just needed to snap out of his little stupor and get ready. Sucks that it was a little tricky because of his dick.

Mingi managed to survive on the road after calming down his raging hormones. The fact that even after his shower and even after getting dressed, he was still stuck with his hard cock throughout the entire drive. He managed to get through that long ass line in the drive-through as long as he had his music occupying his mind. Finally, he parked in his usual spot in the parking lot of the University; close to the library, he pulled his phone off the magnet to text you just to make sure.

baby mingi: you at the library? 

you: yes, I want to look for a few books. I’ll try to be quick. 

baby mingi: it’s okay, I’ll come in. What section?  He watched as the text bubbles popped up and then disappeared until your response appeared. you: crime and horror. uh, more like in the back of the library. ;)

Mingi grabbed your strawberry milkshake and his keys, closing and locking the door behind him. He made his way down the pathway to the library. He was going to find you very easily because you were always in that section of the library. You and your obsession with crime and horror shit, he never was good at watching that stuff but he never judged you for it. Whatever you liked, shit he liked too. Even if it did gross him out most of the time. There were quite a few aisles for both genres but he caught you as you were reaching for another book, like the four other books in your arm weren't enough. You always read them so quickly too, yet he always found that attractive about you. Especially since you always came to him to talk about what you read.

He loved listening to you, even if it was about the book you finished in almost a week.

“Hey,” a deep voice made you quickly turn, only to be faced with the tall man you had called your best friend. There he stood in his grey sweat pants and matching hoodie, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose while he held a milkshake in one hand and hid his other in the front pocket. The demon slayer lanyard was hanging from it, and you guessed he was holding his keys tight in his pocket.

“Mingi!” You walked up to the man, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him, even with the books in your hand. He wrapped you in a hug and softly rubbed your back. He smelled so good, something close to vanilla bean. It didn’t take much for him to melt but having you immediately pull him into a hug wasn’t really helping him forget what he had dreamt of earlier. 

Dare he say he wasn’t ashamed of it either? Maybe he was just shocked that it was good enough to make him feel like he was on fire today. Feeling you pull away left him wanting to pull you back into the hug, but he didn’t buy you a milkshake for nothing. Maybe it would take his mind off things.

He held the drink out for you which you took, politely thanking him for such a nice treat. He took the books you did have in your hand to hold. “I missed you. How are you?” You tilt your head to the side as you continue to look at the title of the books, sipping occasionally on your drink like it was the last you’ll ever have. It was actually so good because you were craving a sweet treat.

On the other hand, Mingi let his eyes wander. “I'm alright. I missed you too, how are you?” He mumbled.  "I'm okay, tired from taking those two exams. I'm just excited to be with you again. Call me clingy, I guess." His eyes twinkled at your words as he nibbed on his bottom lip.

“Glad I'm not the only one. Where’s your bags?” 

“It’s over at the table, my friend is watching my stuff while they work. I made sure to bring my switch this time.” 

He didn’t really say anything after that and was okay with the comfortable silence you two shared. It gave him more time to look at you, picking at his bottom lip as he noticed you were wearing a dress, a rather tight-fitted one even though you seemed quite comfortable in it. One of those maxi-dresses you called them. It shaped your hips and ass yet draped loosely down your legs.  The rest was hidden by a sweater but he couldn’t complain with the view he got now. 

It made his hands twitch not being able to touch you like he did in his dream. He knew he was clingy but wanting to hold you and grab you in certain areas was off-limits. He was your best friend, not your boyfriend. Fuck, that didn't mean he didn't want to be your boyfriend though. It even irked him a little just thinking about it so to keep it normal, he decided to get closer and lean his chin on your shoulder in an innocent form of affection. "You look pretty today."

“Oh? Thank you, handsome. I love the blonde, makes you look hot. Also, whoever made this milkshake needs a raise by the way.” You whispered, earning a quiet chuckle from Mingi. “Do they?” 

“Yeah. Here taste it.” You raised your drink up to him and heard him sip.  "That is pretty good. It's a good thing I go there a lot, I'll be sure to bring you different things since you like this one. They have this really good Caesar salad with a lot of chicken on it. You'd enjoy that a lot. "Yeah, I would love that. Thank you. You know me and Caesar Salad." He shook his head and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Nah, don't worry about it. Thank you by the way, I'm glad you like the blonde. I'm going to go grab your bags, okay? Same friend as usual? Jane? The one with the pink hair?" "Yes, Jane." He released you from his hold and proceeded to make his way over to the table to grab your stuff, greeting Jane and asking if they needed a ride or anything before heading out. Jane politely declined, saying she would study some more before leaving. "It was nice seeing you, Jane. Tell me how that exam goes." Mingi lifted your backpack up and your duffle in another hand. "It was nice seeing you too, Mingi. I will, for sure. Make sure she gets that midterm done by the end of the weekend or I will fight her." He laughed. "I'll make sure she gets it done."

"Yeah, I'll get it done. I wanted to say bye before I dipped. I love you, babe. Fuck that midterm though." You walked around to hug Jane. "I love you too. Get it done or we will fight, not a threat it's a promise.."

"Yeah, yeah."

Once you guys made it back to his place, you were so quick to take a shower and change out of your attire and into something comfortable. Mingi had already lunch ready in the fridge and figured, you would get your food whenever you were hungry so he had no worries about that.

His home was yours.

He got comfortable at his PC and you grabbed another chair to sit right next to him, close and cozy while you played on your switch. You clung to him for warmth as you were too stubborn to lay in his bed without him.

Although you were heavily into your game of Hades, Mingi was lost in thought on how to bring up the topic of having a wet dream to his best friend. Would you think of him as a weirdo if he just happend to blurt it out? Would you leave if he told you in the first place? It was bothering him not to tell you though, he couldn't keep going at this rate.

“I had a dream about you earlier. I thought I should just let you know.” He admitted, a little nonchalant.

He didn’t look at you as he mentioned that and that confused you because any other time he had a dream he was more excited to let you know the details.

This time was different.

“Oh yeah? Was it a good one?” You turned in his chair to look at him, setting your switch on his desk while he was scrolling through the inventory in the game he was playing. It was almost like he was trying to avoid the topic even though he was the one who brought it up.

“It was..it was something?” He spoke lowly and sighed as he felt you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Something?" you mumbled, "Could you maybe elaborate on that?” Mingi was hesitant and you could tell with the way he didn't open his mouth to say anything on the matter. He was going to blurt it all out if he looked at your pouty expression because he was weak when it came to you. He didn’t even know if it was right to tell you his filthy dream and was sure that a lie would help him get out of this overwhelming feeling of being horny and needy. He knew he didn't want to feel guilty, though.

“Mingi?” You whispered and he paused his game. 

“It wasn’t a bad one.” 

You lean up from his shoulder, tilting your head up this time to get his attention. 

“Okay, then what was the dream? Was it dirty?” Once he looked at you, it felt like his stomach was starting to knot up. God, he could feel himself growing hard. He didn't know what to do and you hit it on the nail asking what kind it was. Maybe the floor should swallow him up instead.

“Fuck…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You promise you won’t get mad?” 

“Pinky promise. What?" You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. "Am I gonna cuss you out and call you a weirdo?” It was quite concerning seeing him so hesitant to tell you, you were even tempted to just tell him that he didn’t have to say anything about it but you knew it was going to bother you the entire night. 

Maybe cussing him out would make him feel even more humiliated. That was a lie, it would only turn him on even more. "It was one of the hottest dreams I've ever had, enough to make me cum in my sleep. Actually, this is embarrassing…” Mingi felt his cheeks grow warm, in fact, he felt his entire body grow hot. 

“No no, what happened?” 

He sighed. “You let me touch you, I remember a specific part…shit, you were so pretty in my dream.” He covered his face with his hands. "So..fucking wet for me."

“Mhm..” You smiled as he looked at you. How could you sit here and smile at him like that? Mingi couldn't even keep his mind straight staring at you. It was taking everything within not to kiss you right now, kiss that pretty smile off your lips, bend you over his desk and fuck you silly. "What else?"

“Y...-You let me touch your pussy and it was just so cute how you trembled in my hold as I teased your clit. I even saw how you dripped with arousal, begging me to do anything and I swear that alone was enough to make me cum. I didn’t even get to taste you in my dream but I know its the sweetest thing I'll ever dream of eating." You laughed softly. "Damn, Mingi. I didn't think you had it in you to tell me such a thing." He nudged you away. "Don't tease me. I'm fucking horny and I don't know how to stop my dick from getting hard right now in front of you. The more we talk about this, the more I want you. Don't even look at me actually." Count it on you own best friend to be so dramatic. Gently, you rested your hand on this thigh. "Don't think too much about it, it's hot. You don't normally tell me dirty things. I'm the one who says out-of-pocket shit." "Yeah, I just don't want you to think I'm a fuckin' weirdo or anything for having a wet dream about you. I love you and I would hate myself for making you feel uncomfortable." He looked at you with shyly, just barely you could see his ears grow red. Your heart fluttered as you grabbed his hands to hold in yours, squeezing them before raising them up to your cheeks. "You are a weirdo but not in the way you think. Let me tell you something, remember you picked me up from that embarrassing date? You got me ice cream and brought me some of your comfy clothes? It's not a wet dream but I wanted to fuck you in the back seat of your car not only because you're extremely attractive, but you were attentive and you were caring. That night I went to bed, I couldn't stop thinking about just how good you are to me. You always and I mean always make me comfortable, even when I do have my dirty thoughts too."

"About me..? I don't think you understand how badly I need you right now after telling me that." "Then you can have me. You can taste my pussy like you want to so badly. See if it lives up to your expectations in your dream." You smirked as you leaned back in your seat, setting his hands back down on his lap. Holy shit. Mingi thought he was dreaming again but as he pushed away from his desk to face you, it all became real as he watched you straddle his lap. He instinctively grabbed your hips and slowly breathed out. "Seriously? You're not lying right?" "Seriously..." You whispered. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

He licked his lips and leaned in to meet yours. Your lips were soft and he could taste a faint flavor of strawberry. He only pulled away as he felt like his glasses were gonna get in the way but you beat him to it. As he felt you pull away just to slip his glasses off and set them on his desk, his glossy eyes stared into yours. "Hi.." You huff out a small laugh, "Hi, gonna kiss me some more?" "Mhm..." His hand grabbed the back of your head to pull you back into the kiss. With the tilt of your head and the way your hands caressed him, you could feel the firm muscles in his chest and how well he paid attention to the way you kissed him. Mingi was easing himself into the kiss with the intent of making it good, starting off the kiss slowly, then working his way up to something more. He soaked in the feeling of your soft lips against his and made sure to let you know just how good of a kisser you were by pulling you closer. You were going to take the lead, but feeling the desperation in the man was exhilarating. The subtle parting of his lips and his tongue meeting yours turned the kiss into something heavier. Mingi's hand dragged down to your ass and gripped softly, a tug close to feel you drag against his hard cock through his sweats. The friction made him groan into the kiss as he felt you push down against his needy grind. Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss to look at you. "Are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to do this because I'm a pervert. I don't want to ruin what we have now.." You grabbed the zipper of the zip-up and tugged it down until you exposed the lavender bralette and grey sleep shorts that you decided to slip on before you got comfortable. "Baby, I wanna do this. This would not ruin anything. I said it was hot and you're hot. I would love for my best friend to eat me out.." "Oh fuck me.." He whispered.

"I plan to Mingi." He was going to cum right there and now.

His pupils were dilated as he took in every inch of your body, bare and clothed. "I want to make you cum on my tongue until you're ready to take my dick. I want nothing more than to make you feel good ___." You smiled softly and cupped his face, admiring his stunning features. "Should I be moving to the bed then?" "I don't really want you to move but I need you so bad." He watched you climb off his lap and he reached out to touch your bare sides, tugging you back in to press his face against your tummy. "Mm.." He pressed soft kisses along your skin down to your side all while he sunk his fingers into the sides of your shorts, tugging them down gently until they pooled around your ankles. His fingertips rubbed against the soft purple cotton as he tilted his gaze up towards you. "What the fuck are you so pretty for?" He squeezed your ass and sighed. You ran your fingers through his hair with a small smile. "I can ask you the same thing, Mingi." He closed his eyes with a thick sigh. "If I cum in my sweats again, it's going to be your fault. Please get on the bed."

Mingi was going to die, he was sure that he was as he watched you climb onto his bed. He gripped his aching cock through his sweats as he stood up from his chair and walked over to stand over you and in between these sweet thick thighs of yours. It was even better than his dream, here he had you lying on his bed, spread for him. He felt like a dog with the way he was drooling at the sight of your pussy, seeing it glisten with your arousal even through the fabric. With his hands holding the back of your thighs, you were there to simply lay in this position for him to see everything. He wasted no time hooking a long finger into the side of your panties, gently tugging them to the side to expose your bare cunt and just the smallest tuft of hair. 

“Your pussy is so cute.” He mumbled with a small chuckle. You couldn’t believe the words that were coming of his mouth and they were just compliments, yet so vulgar. “Everything about you is so pretty that I can’t help but feel like maybe I should just keep you to myself. It wouldn't be unlikely of me to get addicted.” 

"Mingi..." You gasped as his plump lips pressed a wet kiss to the back of your right thigh. “Even the way you say my name is pretty, what the fuck.." Another kiss was pressed closer to your cunt, making you jolt with sensitivity. He's never felt so hungry until he was holding you like this, overwhelmed with the heady scent of you. It was a raw experience being able to push his lips against your skin and dig his long fingers into the soft fat. The man felt obsessed being in this position, such a vulnerable and intimate scene that he craved to see you like this more often. He soaked in the way his fingers squeezed you and watched as your juices spilled slowly to your tight hole. Mingi moved his hands lower, just enough to run his thumb along your slit up to your mound then back down until it teased your slick entrance. You loved his hands, loved how pretty they were and how easy it was for them to make you feel small. "You're driving me crazy." He licked his thumb. The taste of you spreading on his tongue easily made his cock throb.

"Spread her for me." He nipped your skin before leaning back to watch your fingers spread your puffy lips. "Thank you angel…" he leaned down to press a kiss to your clit then another one, until he found himself parting his lips to slide his tongue against you. Your fingers slipping away to slide through his hair. Mingi wasted no time sucking and licking, flicking his tongue in quick motions until his own saliva mixed with your wetness. Your gasps turned into whines as Mingi ate your pussy. He didn't focus too much on your clit and even teased you by letting the tip of his nose brush up against it. "Mingi, fuck." You moaned, covering your eyes with the back of your hand as you couldn't focus on anything else other than the feeling of his mouth. He grew sloppy and he grew louder until they filled the bedroom. He moaned against your cunt as he gently moved your hand away, licking a long filthy stripe back up to your clit. You didn't know he was even capable of making you feel like this but you were happy to know his mouth was heaven-sent. His eyes were shut as he gripped you tighter, making it his goal to make you cum more than once by his mouth alone. You cried out in pleasure as you tried to watch him devour you, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud to suck, only to pull away and then take it back into his awaiting mouth. Your body shook to its core as your fingers gripped his hair, tugging it softly to pull him off. "Mingi...baby slow down.." You hiccupped as he pulled away to look up at you, mouth glossy with your arousal; he licked his lips but didn't seem to wait as he pulled you back against his mouth. The taste of your sweet cunt melted on his tongue as he groaned deeply.

"You taste...so fucking good, angel. I just wanna make sure this pussy is getting proper love and attention if you promise to only come to me from now on."

If this was his way of claiming you, then he sure as hell should’ve known you were his from the fucking beginning. "I only want you.." You whispered shakily as warm fingers parted your lips, teasing you worse than you can comprehend. "Don't tell me that, fuck don't say that to me. It only makes me want to fuck you even more." You prayed he would. You hoped that tonight this man would make you see stars, make you feel every single bit of him until he was a mess like you. It definitely was no secret now that you wanted Mingi but something inside you felt deprived of just how good Mingi can be. You always got above and beyond even though he was your best friend but tonight felt different.

You were pulled back out of your thoughts as you felt Mingi slow down, practically making out with your pussy, lewd sounds of him kissing. You didn’t know if you would even make it at this point, barely even handling what Mingi was doing now. You couldn’t imagine how it would be if he fucked you dumb on his cock.

He lingered his kisses and let them simmer against your pussy up until mound. The grip he had on your thighs were going to leave marks and the way he leaned up to look at you should have put you out of commission for the next week. Your body melted into the blankets, his greedy mouth taking one of your lips into his mouth to suck before he turns his attention back to dragging his tongue along your slit and even sinking it a little into your hole. You moans filled the bedroom and the wet slick of his mouth filled your ears. It was obscene, it was filthy but you loved every single second of it. Mingi could feel your juices run down his chin and he could feel the way your thighs tensed in his hold, the way your pussy quivered a little just as he brought his attention back to your clit. "Please let me cum, please." He licked his lips. "Grind this needy pussy on my tongue." He feels you slide one of your hands behind his head and he decides to take this opportunity to reach up and grab your hand in his to hold. His fingers sinking between yours, he pulls you back up against his mouth. You could feel his other hand gripping tight on your inner thigh, moaning into your pussy as he feels you grind against his tongue. He moans deeply so occupied by you that he didn't realize how much he was moving his hips against the bed. "Oh god, fuck..- fuck please." He doesn't even need to tell because you're already cumming on his tongue. Physically, he would feel your pulsating and taste your cum with a loud sucks. You were heaven-sent. You were god-fucking made. The moment your back arched off the bed and he could hear your whines grow shaky is when he decided to pull away from you. Sticky strings of his saliva and your cum mixed together making him grin. He rests his head on your inner thigh as he tries to get you to relax in his hold. "You did so good, baby. So good for me." His words nearly sent you to a state of delirium. Eyes blurring with your tears, and your lips parted to release staggered breaths.

Not another word was shared as you felt him push you higher up his bed, feeling the bed sink below you as he hovered over you. He rubbed your hips as he leaned down to give you a kiss, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. You were so consumed with the kiss that you didn’t realize the weight of his body was on you.

You could feel it too. You could feel him against your dripping cunt. Yet, he still had those annoying fucking sweats on.

Mingi pulled away from the kiss to drag his lips down your jaw to your neck, leaving hot wet trails along your skin. He kisses down to your breasts and parts his lips to softly sink his teeth into your left tit. His fingers move from your hips up to the front of your bralette, undoing it swiftly and catching a perked nipple in his mouth. "Mmf..fuck." He mutters. "You're doing so good for me. You deserve a good fuck, yeah?" He kisses in between your breasts. "You deserve this cock..." Your brain suddenly stops functioning at his filthy words. You damn near felt fucking dizzy with the way he spoke to you and you decide to take matters into your own hands by pushing his sweats and boxers down. "My bad, am I taking too long?" "Quite long." You teased with a laugh. He snickered lowly as he provided help by tugging the rest off. "And I thought I was the brat." You were too shocked to even respond, feeling the weight of his cock resting on your tummy. You watched intently as he pulled away to sit up straight on his knees, grabbing your thighs in his hold to pull you closer. He sinks his fingers into the fat of them with a grin, "I hate how bad I wanna eat you out again." "Mingi baby, you can eat me out after and you can do it in the shower. I don't give a fuck where, I just need you in me right now pleasee..."

"Promise?" He whimpers. "Mm, I promise baby. My pussy is yours."

"Oh fuck. me. You're so hot.." Mingi wrapped his hand around his cock while his other held your inner thigh again. His lips parted as he pushed up against your slit, pushing between your pussy lips only to slide back and forth. He watched intently too, watched how his cock started to glisten with your cum and his spit combined, only to leave little thick strings of precum every move he made.

He took his time just like before, so addicted to you entirely that he needed to appreciate you. he needed to appreciate this pretty pussy.

“Fuck, look at her. she’s begging to be filled, begging to be fucked full of cum. shit...”

You sighed as you felt him smack his cock against your cunt. Song Mingi was a filthy man.

“Please mingi, please fuck me. I can’t..-I can’t.” He listened, like he said he would do anything to make you feel good. Slowly, he pushed himself in and sunk deep until he felt you press a hand against his abdomen. He stopped to ask, "You okay? Want me to pull out?" You shook your head quickly. "I'm okay, you're just..fucking big."

He was big, big enough to stretch you out and nearly split you. “such a tight cunt-..you can take it.” he chuckled lowly as he dragged his hand up to your breasts, gripping one in his hot palm. Slowly, you gripped his side to guide him in deeper.

“Oh my fucking god..” you shivered, feeling his body hot against yours. You could feel everything, you could feel the warmth, the stretch, the fullness of his cock in you. “What am I going to do with you, huh?” Mingi pulled his hips back and watched as your pussy sucked him back in the moment he pushed his hips back. He soaked every little noise you made, caught the jiggle of your tummy and the bounce of each breast. He couldn't believe he was the one making you feel this good but fuck he wasn't complaining. You gripped his forearm, squeezing it firmly in his hold as you tried to watch but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you could barely lift your head up. "Good girl, baby. Wanna watch? Hm?" He asked lowly, rolling his hips every deep thrust he gave. "Wanna watch yourself take my cock? Yeah you do.." Mingi slid his hand up to the back of your neck, using his strength to support your upper body. "You're doing such a good job too, perfect pussy baby." If he praised you anymore tonight, you were going to fucking combust. He moved his hand from your thigh up to your swollen pussy, teasing your slit by giving it soft gentle smacks. You cried out in pleasure and he swallowed every bit as he leaned in to kiss you. The snap of his hips growing louder as he fucked your faster. This is what he needed, he needed you, he needed to fuck you until he was able to drain every last bit of cum into you. He knew you'd take it all too just by how well you were taking his cock. You were perfect and he'd do anything to make you his. You moaned his name so sweetly as he gently laid you back down on the back, he leaned down to press more kisses to your cheek. Whispering such sweet filth against your skin as his thumb rubbed your clit, urging you closer to an orgasm. The wet slick of his thumb moving back and forth against you. "You hear that? Fuck...you hear how wet you are? Making a mess all over me.." You nodded your head in response since you couldn't form words to save your life, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested a hand on the back of his head. Mingi sunk his fingers into the plush of your ass, moaning deeply into your skin as the pressure seemed to get heavier. Your pussy felt like heaven and he could feel himself going numb with everything. "Wanna feel you cum baby, can you do that for me?" He whispered in a rough rasp. You squeezed your eyes shut tight as your body tensed with the thick pleasure, you hold him close to you as his strokes don't falter. Just the slightest lift of your hips had him hitting a spot that made your vision suddenly grow blurry. "Don't stop.. fuck don't stop mingi-" The strength he had to hold you against him had you clinging to him and hiding your face against his shoulder to muffle the desperate moans spilling from your glossy lips. Everything about him was heady from the way he smelled to the way his pretty skin clung to your skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat. You weren't prepared for it, in fact you weren't prepared for how intense him bring you to an orgasm was. You thought his mouth was a lot but it was different being stretched and fucked to your absolute limit. It felt like Mingi knew you better than you knew yourself because god he was fucking you like his life depended on it. Your breaths grew shaky and your toes curled as you could feel your pussy pulsate around him. "There we go...shit you're so wet, so sexy when you cum." You melt into his hand as you feel him rub your back. He slows his thrust to nice tempo, leaning back on his haunches to look at you and your mess. A sight of your sticky cream coating his cock made him throb inside you. "Fuck-" Mingi lifted your legs up to his shoulders, squeezing your thighs together. It seemed he couldn't keep his hands from rubbing and squeezing you. You looked utterly fucked out but that didn't stop him from picking up his pace again, thrusting in and out of you with thick raspy whines spilling from his lips.

 "You're so perfect." He didn't know how long he could last with the fluttering feeling of your sensitive pussy squeezing him "Mm fuck fuck fuck, m' gonna cum.." Your moans only encouraged him on and slowly he started to lose his rhythm and without another thought- he pushed deep into your cunt to fill you up with his thick cum. He keeps his hips against your thighs and cock deep inside of you until he was done. You feel a sense of comfort wash over you as he gently moves your legs back down. You don't wanna be fucked by anyone else again. As you looked up at him, you were met with the same gaze and then he leaned down to kiss you to distract you from pulling out. It sucked feeling so empty all of a sudden and you've come to realize that you hated not feeling him so deep inside of you. "Pretty girl." He whispered the moment he pulled away. He watched the way his cum spilled out of you and suddenly he had the urge to clean up his mess with his mouth.

"You okay?" He asked softly, caressing your cheek in his hand with a small smile. "I'm okay, except for the fact that you fucked me within an inch of my life, Mingi. Maybe you should have wet dreams about me more often." You snickered. "Shut up, I'll do it even without the wet dreams. I'll fuck you stupid if you want. Actually, I'll use my mouth instead." You reached over to cover his mouth. "Just because you've recovered from a good fuck doesn't mean I have." He rolled his eyes as he softly removes your hand from his mouth and leans in to pull you into a heated kiss. Little did you realize how swift and easy you were to be put into such a vulnerable position.

"You have.." He runs a hot palm along your spine and uses his other hand to give your ass a small and firm spank, making you whimper. "You love my mouth.." He kissed the area he spanked. "You love me too, right?" You rubbed your cheek against the bed in a nod. "So much..'

"I love you more angel, god you're pretty like this. One more...may I?" "You may. Can we eat after?" The way you asked made him laugh. How could you be so cute at a time like this. "Of course we can. I just happen to want dessert first." "You're a munch, Mingi.'" "Certified."