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Shy oc trying to study at the library but jk bugs her out and then fucks her in the corner whispering you have to stay quiet
Anonymous said: skirt with no panties, exhibitionism, jk ? ;>> so excited ty
Anonymous said: creampie + going out w it leaking + jk ahhhhh!!!!
i combined these three together and kindaaa changed it up a bit? i rlly hope u don’t mind🥺
study sessions with jungkook started out pretty tame and normal. just generally him attempting to maintain as focused as possible so as not to bother you. you keeping your eyes glued to your notebook and only making eye contact when completely necessary because your boyfriend just loved giving you flirty looks and goofy smiles every chance he could.
however, cute study dates were long gone and kicked to the curb when you wore that super cute new skirt you’d recently gotten to one of your study dates. jungkook thought it was cute, too cute. he let you know after he kissed you in greeting the second you were at arms length of him. in fact, he continuously whispered it into your ear, how much he liked it. how gorgeous you looked that day. how nice your legs looked. how he couldn’t wait to finish this damn chapter and show you just how much he liked it.
so it was really expected when your plan of slipping jungkook a small, scribbled note of torn paper as he’s silently reading over the text, one that read that you weren’t wearing any panties, ends up in a much more extreme route than you would’ve previously imagined.
“jungkook—jungkook please-“
you went sur exactly what you were begging for. begging for his attention, for him to look at you so that you could tell him that this most definitely wasn’t the place for him to have his hand up your skirt. or if you were begging for him to bend you over the shelf that was digging into your back and fuck you.
“i can’t believe you,” he whispers into your neck. it was easy access, the flimsy skirt doing nothing to stop his fingers from spreading your wetness apart and pushing a finger in. it slid in with no problem. your cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and arousal. “going out in this skirt without any panties? are you fucking kidding me, __?”
“i-i—“ you stutter quietly, hands grasping at his shoulders. your head leans back and thuds quietly against the wooden surface as he bites onto a certain spot in the crook of your neck.
“shh, just turn around baby.”
that has your eyes fluttering open. you thought this was it. just a little teasing and kissing in the back, and maybe, just maybe, he’d fuck you in the backseat of his car. but obviously that wasn’t the case when his hands tug on your hips harshly and spin your body to face away from him, and you pray to any higher beings that no one can hear the sound his zipper makes when he undoes his jeans.
“jungkook, we can’t. someone will walk by,” you almost plead, but your body is somehow simultaneously bending forward as the words leave your mouth. your words say one thing but your body is very much willing.
“shit—“ you whisper, chin dropping down and eyes fluttering shut. you were fucked, both literally and metaphorically. but jungkook seemed to trust in your ability to keep quiet, that or he just completely didn’t care at this point. you could tell all he could think about was your warm cunt slowly covering him with your warmth through the deep sigh he lets out.
you’d caught a couple once making out in this darker corner of the library, to which jungkook later informed you that this was the ‘couple’ corner of the library where students, perhaps even teachers snuck about. however, you always thought that making out was the limit. clearly, jungkook wanted to push way past that.
“quiet.”
that’s all jungkook whispers before he starts moving.
your eyes squeeze shut and you brace yourself as he starts moving. he’s quick and fast and he has to finish this because he’ll be damned if anyone catches him balls deep in his girlfriend, but he just couldn’t help himself. you were out in public, wearing a short skirt, and without any panties in. he was losing his mind.
“you’re so fucking dirty,” he whispers in your ear, breath getting harsher and movements growing stronger. “letting me fuck you like this. you like it.”
your eyes roll back as he continues spewing delicious filth in your ear about how filthy you are, how good you feel around his cock. how he’s gonna ruin you the second he has you alone. you reach back with a shaky hand, forehead sticking to the bookshelf as you let out uneven breaths.
“jungkook,” your hand grapples for his wrist because you need to hold onto him to let him know that you can’t control yourself anymore. you can’t hold back with the way he’s lodging his cock so deep into your cunt with every thrust. fuck fuck fuck.
your eyes roll back into your head the second his hand covers your mouth, his large and sweaty palm muffling the choked back sound that slips through your lips as your pussy squeezes him, legs growing shaky and just on the verge of falling to the ground but he’s holding onto you so tightly it’s bordering on suffocating.
his forehead presses to the back of your head and his other hand grips your hips harshly as his cum seeps into you. you have half a fucked mind to think that you’ll always have this memory, your boyfriend cumming inside you in the back of the library where literally anyone could walk by. and you’re loving every second of it.
he’s zipping back up and pulling your skirt back down in seconds before he’s grabbing your hand, a bit hastily but you’re so bleary eyed and fucked out you can’t even focus at the moment. it’s only when you’re standing right next to the table you were previously sat on as he’s grabbing both your things to leave that you notice the girl with that was sat right across from your, staring at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
and of course, it was then that your body regains sensation and you feel something trickle down the inside of your thigh.
Lesson Timetable
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Attack on Titan
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Haikyuu
☞︎ Haikyuu boys seeing you with a bonnet
☞︎ 11:38pm napping with Suna
Jujutsu Kaisen
☞ A morning with Sukuna
☞ Hate the Player not the game
☞︎Change the player and the game
Kuroko no Basket
☞︎Knb boys as your boyfriend
Tokyo Revengers
☞︎ Things TR boys do when you are stressed
Thank You for reading this and I hope you enjoy class. 💅🏽
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Masterlist
Attack on Titan
☞︎ Headcanons of Aot Boys with Black Gf
Haikyuu
☞︎ Haikyuu boys seeing you with a bonnet
☞︎ 11:38pm napping with Suna
Jujutsu Kaisen
☞ A morning with Sukuna
☞ Hate the Player not the game
☞︎Change the player and the game
Kuroko no Basket
☞︎Knb boys as your boyfriend
Tokyo Revengers
☞︎ Things TR boys do when you are stressed
Thank You for reading this and I hope you enjoy class. 💅🏽
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Lesson Timetable
Masterlist
Attack on Titan
☞︎ Headcanons of Aot Boys with Black Gf
Haikyuu
☞︎ Haikyuu boys seeing you with a bonnet
☞︎ 11:38pm napping with Suna
Jujutsu Kaisen
☞ A morning with Sukuna
☞ Hate the Player not the game
☞︎Change the player and the game
Kuroko no Basket
☞︎Knb boys as your boyfriend
Tokyo Revengers
☞︎ Things TR boys do when you are stressed
Thank You for reading this and I hope you enjoy class. 💅🏽
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Lesson Timetable
Masterlist
Attack on Titan
☞︎ Headcanons of Aot Boys with Black Gf
Haikyuu
☞︎ Haikyuu boys seeing you with a bonnet
☞︎ 11:38pm napping with Suna
Jujutsu Kaisen
☞ A morning with Sukuna
☞ Hate the Player not the game
☞︎Change the player and the game
Kuroko no Basket
☞︎Knb boys as your boyfriend
Tokyo Revengers
☞︎ Things TR boys do when you are stressed
Thank You for reading this and I hope you enjoy class. 💅🏽
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100% convinced that the world of Honkai Impact 3rd treats Welt like a celebrity. Like, yeah, saved the world, has statues of him in Washington DC, all that jazz, but more importantly:
The anime stans are losing it over him because they're watching the anime he wrote and produced and then they see him and he looks like an anime character
The gays are adoring him because he's one of us and by god if one of us saved the world you better believe we'd lose our shit
Straight women are going feral over him because HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE MUSCLES? THAT MAN COULD CRUSH YOU AND ME WITH HIS THIGHS AND NOT BREAK A SWEAT
He's getting the Harry Styles treatment because of that one video. You know the video. The one with the pretty dresses? Homeboy SLAYED. You just gotta know the fans went WILD over that.
The MILFs are just loving him because you know what? MILFs shouldn't just be hit on by younger guys. They deserve a man who ages like fine wine and can probably throw a table at the assholes who harass them.
warning: nsfw under the cut, fingering, slight choking, pet names (little slut, pretty girl, babe, baby), brat & dom hybrid!wooyo, 1.7k wrds
"don't stare at me like that"
"like what?" your fox hybrid responds with a sly grin while you gently massage shampoo into his hair, your fingers deftly maneuvering through his dark locks.
"you know what i'm talking about" you remark with a pointed look, shifting your hands to the area around his fox ears, delicately massaging the black fur with the soap that carries a hint of cocoa butter fragrance.
you're perched on a little stool, rocking a pair of baby yellow panties and a matching camisole, slightly damp from hybrid!wooyoung's antics in the water. it's the midst of june, and the relentless heat had transformed both of you into perspiring wrecks. despite wooyoung's ability to shower independently, he consistently pleaded for a bath, cunningly aware that his cries for assistance about not reaching his back would invariably prompt your kind aid. he had discovered the undeniable truth that once you began helping him, you would steadfastly carry on until the task was completed.
you had hastily gathered your hair into a disheveled bun, yearning to prevent it from clinging to the nape of your neck, yet a sense of regret lingers within you. regret, because that impromptu decision leaves you defenceless against the intensity of wooyoung's unwavering gaze. it's as if he can see right through you, piercing your very soul. you can't look away, especially when he gets horny like that. subtle signs emerge, his ears twitching in sync with each movement you make, as if anticipating a forthcoming spectacle, his tail fluffing up in response to the growing tension. normally, you would witness this captivating display, but his tail is concealed beneath the water's surface. however, it's the transformation in his eyes that truly captivates you. his pupils dilates, swallowing the colored hues that once adorned his irises, while his eyelids gradually descend, granting his gaze a mesmerizing allure.
a mischievous smirk adorns his face, growing wider as he beholds your irritated countenance. with a swift motion, he withdraws his wet arms from the water's embrace and reaches out to encircle your waist, swiftly drawing you into the capacious bathtub. your startled voice erupts into a scream, caught off guard by the suddenness of his actions. instinctively, you cling to his form, seeking solace in the unexpected plunge. as the initial shock subsides, your head snaps back up, a glare etching itself upon your features, only to be met with a feigned inoffensiveness emanating from his gaze. a mixture of disbelief and frustration bubbles within you, prompting a muttered "what the fuck" as the sensation of damp clothing clinging to your skin adds to the discomfort.
"no i don't know what you're talking about," he retorts to your previous statement, his head tilting innocently to the side. just as you're about to rebuke him, a jolt of surprise courses through you as you feel his hands firmly grasp your ass, drawing you closer to him. his fingers trace the contours of your undergarments, delicately pressing against the supple flesh beneath. in that moment, the innocent expression on his face morphs into a self-satisfied grin, as he revels in the subtle blush that tinges your cheekbones.
"w-woo, not now, you have soap in your hair, it's gonna fall in your eyes" you speak, trying to maintain a firm tone, yet the desire that unfurls within you cannot be denied. your thighs instinctively find their place between his, pressing together intimately, seeking respite from the blossoming sensation of pleasure that courses through your body.
"but i want you," he pouts, playfully nudging your face with his nose, displaying his half-feline nature, "let's play a game," he suggests, his voice laced with mischief.
you raise your gaze to meet his, a whirlwind of confusion swirling in your eyes. a soft gasp escapes your lips, your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the sensations that flood your body as, his fingertips expertly make contact with the delicate fabric that separates you, effortlessly tracing the contours of your pleasure, stimulating your clit with a touch that sends shivers of ecstasy through your very core.
a delightful smile spreads across his face, mirroring the joy he derives from observing your reaction. his tail, a striking combination of black and white, sensually coils around one of your supple thighs, exerting gentle pressure as it squeezes twice, further igniting the sensations that course through your body.
"if i manage to make you cum before you finish washing my hair, i get to do whatever i want with your body," in a hushed whisper against your lips, he unveils a daring proposition that sends a surge of anticipation through your veins. his words hang in the air as his tongue darts out, teasingly licking your lips. sensing your agreement in the subtle nod of your head, he captures your bottom lip between his sharp teeth, an exhilarating mixture of pleasure and controlled dominance. with a firm grip on your wrists, he guides your hands, placing them on his wet curls, beckoning you to indulge in the intimate act of washing his hair. simultaneously, his skilled fingers begin their own sensual dance, expertly tending to your needs. as the intensity builds, he swiftly removes your hairtie, allowing your curls to cascade freely upon your flushed and breathless face, a disheveled visage that causes his length to stir and harden between his thighs.
with a possessive grip, he firmly grasps the nape of your neck, drawing you nearer to him. inhaling deeply, he indulges in the captivating fragrance that emanates from your body, the unmistakable scent of your arousal mingling with the air. in response to this intoxicating aroma, a primal growl escapes his chest, resonating with a primal desire that further intensifies the already overwhelming wetness between your thighs.
he skillfully loops two elongated fingers into the delicate fabric of your panties, effortlessly sliding them down your legs, the suspended water facilitating the process. the discarded underwear finds its temporary resting place on the bathroom floor. as you tug at his locks, you mutter a command, "you'll clean that up after."
"of course i will babe, 'cause you won't be able to walk when i'm done with you," he responds with a smoldering gaze, his eyes crinkling with a mix of affection. without hesitation, he presses his middle and index fingers into the welcoming warmth of your core, eliciting a powerful response that causes you to double over, succumbing to the intense penetration. a dry laugh escapes his lips, reveling in the sight of you, his owner, surrendering so completely in his embrace,
"my little slut, look at you, so pretty for me," he murmurs, too focused on the sight of your pussy greedily taking in his fingers. "i wonder who's gonna wear that fucking collar when we're done huh," his other hand sensually encircles your neck, exerting calculated pressure against the side, emphasizing each word. "me or you, mmh baby?" he playfully inquires, teasing you, fully aware of the way you can't find the strength to answer him, too focused on the overwhelming pleasure surging through your velvety walls and the slight suffocation he blesses you with.
his fingers caress the spongy spot within you, causing your attention to stray from the task at hand, flinching at his "come hither" motions. instead of focusing on washing his hair, your hands find their way around his neck, guiding his face towards your chest as you hug him with all your might. a soft sigh escapes his lips as he connects against the wet fabric of your camisole, his mouth enveloping your right nipple through the material. the sensations intensify as his touch becomes more fervent, more urgent, his thumb exploring your small bud of pleasure harshly, while still maintaining a level of tenderness. pleasure escapes you in fragmented whispers and whimpers, and his thrusts against your thigh grow more urgent, driven by an unquenchable desire that even the cascading water fails to slow his humping down.
your knees are rubbing harshly against the floor of the tub, yet you remain oblivious, lost in the haze of your own thoughts. a soft fuzziness envelops your mind, causing you to gradually detach from reality, your entire focus fixated solely on wooyoung's every move.
wooyoung, growing increasingly frustrated by the barrier of your camisole and yearning for direct skin-to-skin contact, forcefully tears it off your body. without hesitation, he presses his lips against your sternum, indulging in open-mouthed kisses that relish the sensation of your racing heartbeat pulsating beneath the heated flesh. sensing you tighten on his fingers, he smirks and lets his tongue trail from the center of your chest to the base of your neck, leaving a soft bite along the way. with heightened intensity and speed, he applies pressure to your sensitive clit, eliciting increasingly high-pitched moans from you, while his own whimpering "come on pretty girl, give it to me baby" echoes in harmony with your rhythm throughout the bathroom.
the water splashes gleefully onto the floor surrounding the tub, creating a watery canvas beneath you. in the midst of pure bliss, you let out a final moan, his name resonating with the intensity of your release as it merges with the cascading liquid. your breaths come in heaving gasps, and wooyoung brings you closer, embracing you in a passionate, uninhibited kiss where your tongues dance in harmonious rhythm. with tender affection, his hands lovingly stroke your thighs, guiding you to gently settle upon his waiting lap. soft and tender kisses rain upon your skin, causing you to surrender to the blissful moment, your eyes closing as you rest your head against his glowing, blushing chest. time stands still for a few precious minutes, allowing you to bask in the afterglow. then, wooyoung's hand cradles your face, his fingers delicately caressing your cheeks. as you gaze up at him, you're captivated by the ethereal sight of iridescent soap bubbles, adorning his eyebrows, fox ears and cheekbones like whimsical ornaments, adding a touch of enchantment to his already captivating features.
"you," he murmurs affectionately, planting a gentle kiss on your nose, his lips conveying tenderness. "lost," he continues, taking hold of your hand and guiding it to feel his firm, throbbing length, a mischievous smirk playing upon his lips.
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waking up from a nightmare and yunho fucks the pain away!!! 🥺
warnings: nsfw under the cut, soft dom yunho, slight dumbification, fingering, clit play, spit play, use of pet names (yuyu, baby, princess, pretty, tiny), mention of bulge, yunho big cock supremacy, slight dacryphilia, yunho puts you to sleep... literally, slight mention of cockwarming, unprotected sex (boo!! tomato tomato!!), slight hurt 2 comfort, multiple orgasms, 2.7k wrds author's notes: wrote this, finished it, forgot to save the draft, cried, rewrote it. anyway anon you ate, yunho speaking in 3rd person does something 2 me. masterlist
"baby?"
yunho's voice, soft and tender, drifts from his position behind you in the bed. stirred by your restless movements, he awakens. as he embraces you, his body curving around yours, he remains unaware of the anguish etched upon your face. in this intimate moment, all he sees are the vibrant crimson digits of your alarm clock, casting a glow at the unearthly hour of 3 am.
startled by your involuntary flinch and the gentle whimper that escapes your lips in your slumber, yunho instinctively responds by tightening his grip around your waist. shifting his position, he carefully withdraws his arm from under your head, propping himself up to catch a glimpse of your face. his brow furrows in confusion as he struggles to comprehend the circumstances, his mind muddled by the remnants of sleep.
as yunho's gaze settles upon your visage, his comprehension dawns instantaneously. despite your closed eyes, the furrowed brows etched upon your forehead convey a profound distress. driven by an instinctual desire to alleviate your unease, he delicately places a finger between your eyebrows, applying a gentle, upward motion that serves to soothe you, even in your unconscious state.
the fleeting respite is shattered by another anguished hiss that escapes your lips, leaving yunho no choice but to rouse you from your slumber, despite the impending early schedule the following day. the sight of you in such a vulnerable state, consumed by fear, becomes unbearable for him, compelling him to intervene and provide solace.
gently, yunho shakes your body, his touch tender and affectionate. he peppers your face with soft kisses, whispering sweet pet names near your ear in an attempt to coax you out of your slumber. startled, you wake up with a jolt, swiftly turning around to seek the comfort of yunho's embrace. to your delight, he is already there, arms open and ready to hold you, as if anticipating your awakening.
seeking solace, you nuzzle your face against yunho's bare chest, finding comfort in the warmth radiating from his body. overwhelmed by emotions, small, quiet sobs escape from within you. yunho responds with tenderness, shushing you gently while his hand moves in a soothing rhythm, patting your head. the deep, rumbling timbre of his voice serves as a calming balm, helping to alleviate the remnants of your small panic attack.
"'m right there tiny, you don't have to be scared of anything," yunho's sleep-laden voice, deep and resonant, envelops your senses like a comforting blanket as he reassures you. his words penetrate your mind, offering solace and dispelling any fears that may haunt you, "yuyu's right there next to you, nobody can hurt you when i'm here princess."
the weight of his words fills the room, prompting you to blink away the tears that gather in your eyes, all the while yearning for the comforting warmth radiating from yunho's body. determined to be even closer to him, you adjust your position in the bed, pushing yourself higher and tangling your arms around his head, pulling him towards your neck, craving the physical closeness that offers solace in moments of vulnerability. as his soft cheek nestles in the crook of your neck, yunho's heart aches in response to the rapid rhythm of your own heartbeat, the forceful thumps reverberating against his cheek, serving as a poignant reminder of the intensity of your fears.
"'s okay princess," yunho's deep groan escapes into the crook of your neck as he inhales the gentle scent that is uniquely you—a blend of face creams and the lingering traces of sweat. softly, he seeks to coax an answer from you, his voice laced with concern and care. "wanna tell me what happened in your nightmare? mmh?" he gently prompts, hoping to offer reassurance and comfort once he knows the depths of your distress.
"y-you left me, said you didn't wanna be with me anymore," your words falter, choked by the weight of the memories, and tears threaten to well up in your eyes once again as the reminder of the nightmare lingers. seeking solace, you tug at yunho's black curls, yearning for every inch of your bodies to be intertwined, as if physical connection alone can alleviate the lingering distress within your heart.
"pretty i would never, you know that right tiny? it's just a dumb nightmare," yunho's comforting words flow from his lips like a lullaby, aimed at soothing your troubled heart. he reassures you with a gentle coo, however, when he doesn't receive a response to his question, a hint of concern flickers across his features. he pulls back, locking his gaze with yours, his expression transitioning to a more serious tone. with earnest eyes, he acknowledges the weight of your thoughts behind your glossy gaze. "princess, i'm yours and you're mine, and that's gonna be forever, whether you like it or not."
"i like it," immediately, in response to his heartfelt declaration, you whisper your agreement softly. yunho's lips curl into a gentle smile, finding your sincere response cute. even in moments when you are the one seeking reassurance, you never hesitate to offer support to him.
"should i show you how much i love you mmh baby?" yunho's soft smile gradually transforms into a mischievous smirk, doing nothing to hide his real intentions, "would my princess like that, i bet she would," as his lips continue to shower open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his fingers delicately trace heart shapes on your tummy. the implication of his actions becomes clear. sensing the need for consent, he pauses, waiting for your affirmation.
upon hearing your gentle "yes please" his fingertips plunge beneath the delicate fabric of his shirt to settle over your undergarments, their dance upon the material a tantalizing caress. with his middle finger, he traces the contours of your slit, pressing the fabric against the slickness that awaits. he withdraws, savoring the way the fabric absorbs your essence.
a soft moan escapes your lips as his finger glides teasingly over your sensitive clit, eliciting a rush of pleasure. simultaneously, his kisses upon your neck grow more intense, creating a stark contrast to the gentle caress bestowed upon your lower body. you can sense the smirk that graces his lips, pressed against the tender skin he has marked as his own. the sounds that escape your mouth serve as both fuel and reward for his skilled ministrations, prompting him to apply added pressure. despite the deliberate slowness of his movements, each stroke upon your clit draws lazy patterns, prolonging the delicious sensation.
"just spelled my name on your pussy, do you know what that means princess?" he breathes, his voice laced with possessiveness. you shake your head in a subtle denial, emitting a soft whine that mingles with the tousled strands of his hair. in response, he playfully nips at your neck, his teeth leaving their mark. "that means that cunt's mine, forever, i own this pretty pussy," he declares, his words dripping with dominance.
as the possessive tone weaves its spell on you, your moans crescendo in volume, harmonizing with the mounting intensity of his movements. your orgasm approaches rapidly, and with one final cry of pleasure, you surrender to the overwhelming release. his skilled fingers, having worked their magic over the damp fabric of your underwear, bring you to climax without ever directly touching your sensitive flesh.
"look at you pretty baby, already came so fast, who else could make you cum like that except for me," a soft chuckle escapes his lips, resonating with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. with deliberate intent, his long fingers glide down, removing your panties, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. as he traces his hand back up your trembling thighs, his touch evokes a cascade of shivers coursing through your body.
"you, only you yuyu," you let out a sob when two of his fingers sink into your core, deep and long, immediately hitting your g-spot. his motions are swift, his fingers deftly curling, eliciting a symphony of high-pitched, fragmented moans from your lips. he licks away the escaped drool from your mouth, tracing a path from your chin to your lips. as your tongue ventures into his mouth, he sucks on it with an intensity.
"nobody can fuck you like i do, i only need my fingers to make my princess go dumb, mmhm so pretty when you cry for me," he mumbles against your parted lips, his fingers maintaining their relentless pace within you. simultaneously, he applies pressure to your sensitive clit with his palm. a soft chuckle escapes him when you bite down on his lower lip, shocked at the sudden stimulation. in a hushed voice, you utter unintelligible babblings under him. "you think i'd let anyone else see you like that, my baby's so pretty but so dumb, 's okay though, yuyu'll do the thinking for you."
when he feels your core tighten against his fingers, a sly smirk tugs at his lips as he brings his other hand, previously entangled in your hair, to firmly grasp your chin. with a deft movement, he parts your lips using his fingers, and gently leans down as his index and thumb take hold of your tongue, pulling it out into the open air. lost in the haze of your overwhelming sensations and intoxicating fuzziness, you remain oblivious to his actions. before proceeding, he places a tender kiss upon your forehead, his satisfaction evident. then, he releases a small amount of saliva onto your waiting tongue, allowing his thumb to messily rub the liquid across the surface.
"look at you baby, so fucked out for me you'd let me do anything to you right?" he lets out a laugh when he sees your frantic nod, and he's pretty sure you don't even understand the words that come out of his mouth, only agreeing for the sake of agreeing, for the sake of being good to him, "such an smart girl, i wouldn't trade you for anything in the world, now swallow princess, show me how good you are."
he releases his hold on your tongue, his gaze transfixed upon the mesmerizing motion of your throat as you obediently swallow his saliva. need surges through his body, causing his sweatpants to cling to the tip of his erect member, which eagerly leaks precum. overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, a deep groan escapes him as he catches your gaze, your hooded eyes filled with longing for his approval. in a state of disbelief, he gently lowers his head onto your breasts, unable to contain his astonishment.
"got so lucky with you baby, you're so pretty you'll make me cum in my pants," overwhelmed by his appreciation, you whimper in response to his compliment, your trembling fingers reaching out to pull him closer. with an urgency born of desire, you engage in a passionate, messy kiss, your tongues playfully intertwining and leaving trails of saliva on your chin and cheeks, "can my princess cum for me? need you to cream on my fingers , please tiny? it'll make yuyu so happy."
with an increased pace, yunho senses your grip tightening on his strong back, clawing at the flesh. he envisions the vivid image that awaits— you photographing the delicate pink marks etched upon the canvas of his pale muscles. he takes great pride in the hidden folder you keep, meticulously documenting the marks you lovingly leave upon his body. lost in the memory of your shared laughter, his thoughts are abruptly interrupted by a high-pitched whine that resonates in his ear, where you had buried your face in his neck. it is in that very moment that you reach your second orgasm of the night, your release coating his fingers. the tightness of your grip poses a delightful challenge for him to maintain his gentle movements, striving to prolong the ecstasy of your climax for as long as possible.
the orgasm crashes over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless, and in that moment, it seems as though yunho himself radiates with an ethereal glow. waves of pleasure ripple through your body, causing you to tremble uncontrollably beneath him. sensing your heightened sensitivity, he tenderly glides his palm up and down your form, offering a soothing touch to ease your post-orgasmic bliss. as you gradually regain composure, your breathing heavy and exhaustion setting in, he withdraws his fingers from within you, leaving you with a sense of emptiness.
"open," he commands, and without hesitation, you obediently part your plush lips, allowing him to insert his moistened digits into your mouth. as instructed, you begin to suck on them, eliciting a gratified groan from him. he delves deeper, his fingers grazing your uvula before he withdraws. his gaze lingers on the thick and white strands of saliva connecting your tongue to his fingers, and with his own tongue, he skillfully breaks them apart, popping his fingers in his own mouth, relishing the taste. you whimper at the sight and he softly takes them out, sucking along the length. he smiles brightly down at you as he gently brushes aside the strands of sweaty hair that cling to your face.
"'m yours princess and you're mine," he declares with a pinch to your cheek, his touch filled with affection. in response, you release a satisfied sigh, silently affirming the unspoken agreement, "nobody can make me feel as good as you, get that in your pretty head," he emphasizes his statement as he grinds against you, the weight and warmth of his long shaft pressing intimately against your bare thigh.
"wanna feel you inside," you confess meekly, voice carrying the remnants of fatigue from the previous climax, yet your longing for him remains unabated. his eyes become captivated by the sight of your palm pressed against the supple skin of your tummy, precisely where the tip of his impressive length would emerge, stretching you to your limits, so substantial in size that he consistently fills you to the very brim.
"whatever my princess wants, she gets, mmh? i spoil you so much but you deserve it, don't you," with a gentle nod, you express your agreement, fully aware of how he consistently meets your every want and need, "you always ask so nicely, how could i say no to such a pretty face," he remarks softly
he lightly slaps your face with his large hand, delivering two gentle taps to rouse you from your daze, intending to bring you back to the present moment. he guides his hand downward, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, liberating his impressive member, allowing it to spring free, hitting at this firm stomach. grasping firmly at the base of his throbbing member, he unleashes a long, resonant groan, indulging in the exquisite sensations that surge through his body. with deliberate strokes, he skillfully caresses your delicate bundle of nerves, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you, intensifying your pleasure with each deliberate touch. the mingling of your cum and his precum elicits a sharp cry of pleasure from your lips. he slowly enters you, gradually inch by inch, and you let out sobs of pleasure as you feel the pronounced veins of his shaft encasing your inner walls.
once he is fully nestled within you, yunho initiates a gentle back-and-forth motion, sliding in and out of your depths, his thrusts causing his pelvic area to press against the noticeable bulge in your stomach. his face buried in the pillow beside yours, he releases a deep moan of pleasure. he maintains this rhythmic movements for a few blissful minutes until his keen awareness detects a subtle change, prompting him to gradually decrease the speed of his movements.
the room falls into a profound silence, devoid of any vocal expressions. no whimpers escape your lips, no desperate pleas or moans fill the air. nothing.
yunho leans against his arm, gently angling himself to catch a glimpse of your face. as he gazes upon your peaceful countenance, so pure and innocent in slumber, he finds himself captivated by the sight. the corners of his eyes widen with delight, and a soft laugh escapes him, filled with a mix of adoration and amusement. unable to resist the overwhelming affection he feels, he leans in to plant a tender kiss upon your lips.
yunho collapses back onto your body, still deeply connected as he remains inside you. with a gentle maneuver, he shifts the two of you onto your sides, creating a comfortable position. as you lie there, he gazes at you, captivated by the sight of your slumbering form, his eyes fixed upon your serene face.
"guess i'll settle for cockwarming tonight."
hard hours thought LORD all I can think about is cocky and mean dom wooyoung who teases the poor reader until their overstimulated and crying (if you can't tell I'm a slut for mean doms oh my god I'm foaming at the mouth)
warnings: nsfw under the cut, fem bodied reader, dom wooyo, slight dumbification, clit play, use of pet names (woo, wooyi, baby), mean wooyoung!!!, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don't do that), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, reader lowkey has a degradation kink, cream pie, slight hair pulling, slight manhandling, 3.3k wrds author's notes: yes yes YES, bae you're a visionary i was alr writing something like that be4 you even wrote that request, mean doms r the best masterlist
"you're not going out wearing that dress," he says, as you step out of your hotel room and into the living room, having just finished getting ready with your makeup and hair done, holding your heels in your hands. perplexed, you glance down at the small, flowing white dress, then back up at him.
he sits on the white couch before you, legs spread wide, meticulously adjusting one of the cuffs of his snug white dress shirt. the shirt clings tightly to his well-defined chest and biceps, which flex as he tries to fasten a button at his wrist. you try to ignore the effect his physique has on you and focus on the matter at hand.
"what's wrong with it?" you inquire, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. you gaze down at yourself again and then turn to the floor-to-ceiling mirror beside you, searching for any flaw in the dress.
"you're just not going out dressed like that," he repeats, his eyes fixated on your exposed legs. the dress barely covers your buttocks, accentuating your thighs. once again, you shift your attention to the mirror, puzzled about what he finds objectionable.
"but it's a cute dress, bought it especially for our trip in venice," you reply tentatively, unsure if he genuinely dislikes the garment. your hands smooth over your stomach and love handles in an attempt to flatten any bumps caused by the fabric. "don't you think it's pretty?"
"yes, baby," he sighs, rising from the couch. he runs a hand through his purple locks and approaches you from behind, standing tall and strong as he gazes at your reflection in the mirror. he places his hands atop yours, just above your navel, and leans in to whisper in your ear, "the dress looks stunning on you. that's precisely why i don't want you to wear it outside. don't want men seeing all this, only i can do that baby"
suddenly, realization dawns upon you, and what wooyoung thought would be a sweet compliment strikes you in the wrong way. you push his hands away and turn to face him, gasping and lightly hitting his firm chest.
"you bought it for me!" you exclaim indignantly, and he responds with equal surprise, a pout forming on his face.
"i gave you my card, but i didn't buy shit," he places a hand on his chest, playfully brushing off imaginary dust.
"i showed you the picture before i ordered it!" you remind him.
both of you were lounging on the couch in your south korean home, shoulders brushing against each other. he was engrossed in the game displayed on the large tv screen, controlling virtual players as they chased after a basketball. his thumbs moved forcefully over the buttons of his controller, while you found yourself fixated on an online shop, absentmindedly nibbling on your thumb as you scrolled through various dress colors. "babe, should i go for the pink dress or the white one?" you had asked, holding the phone up to his face, partially obscuring his view of the nba 2k23 game. he whined, shifting to the side and slumping on the couch in an attempt to get a better glimpse of the ongoing match. you playfully straddled his lap, feeling the strength of his thighs beneath the shorts he wore, pouting at the lack of attention. when he continued to ignore you, you reached out and placed your hand on his bulge, successfully capturing his focus as he turned to you with surprise. he pushed his gaming headset microphone up, muting himself completely, and raised an eyebrow at you. biting your lip, you ground against his bulge, your skilled fingers knowing just how and where to apply pressure. he tossed the controller aside onto the couch, his now-free hands finding their way to your waist, pressing firmly against your flesh. just as he leaned in to kiss your neck, you pushed his chest away, firmly holding him against the couch. you thrust your phone in front of his face. "pink or white?" you scrolled between the two dress pictures, and wooyoung glanced at you, a hint of annoyance in his expression. he quickly glanced at the phone in a disinterested manner before snatching it away and tossing it beside his controller. "white, baby. now move and let me fuck you. my dick hurts," he exclaimed, his voice filled with desire.
wooyoung rolls his eyes, fully aware of what you're trying to do. "you damn well know i wasn't looking at no picture."
you move past him, making your way to the couch he had occupied just a moment ago, and begin slipping one heel onto your foot, struggling with the pesky little latch. you bite your lip, forcefully closing your mouth, briefly contemplating asking wooyoung for help with the heels. "i'm not changing, woo," you assert, not even bothering to look up from your task.
"baby, come here. let me show you something," he calls out in a gentle tone, beckoning you with two fingers. reluctantly, you get up, leaving one foot bare on the floor.
once you're within his reach, he swiftly grabs you and maneuvers you so that you're facing him. he bends you slightly, placing a hand on your shoulder and another on the lower part of your back. as you're bent, he moves his nearest hand to your face, forcing you to turn and gaze at your reflection in the mirror.
as you continue to stare at yourself, your eyes fall upon the edge of your dress, which does absolutely nothing to conceal the flesh at the bottom of your buttocks. you were aware that the dress was on the smaller side, but you didn't realize it rode up this high.
embarrassment floods your face as you imagine how mortifying it would have been to walk outside like that and only notice later. you notice wooyoung's smirk as he witnesses your expression crumble, and you bite the inside of your cheek. he's right, but you'd rather perish than admit it. so, you push his hands away, feigning indifference.
"my butt looks cute," you shrug nonchalantly, staring back at him. he gazes at you with annoyance, clenching his jaw, "i don't mind if people look at it." his tone is firm and leaves no room for argument as he issues his order.
"well, i do mind, so go put on some pants."
"or what?" you smirk internally, observing how his ears start turning red and the veins in his neck become more pronounced. he's so adorable when he's angry, and you can't resist challenging him. besides, he always fucks you exceptionally well when he's like this.
"watch your tone, i'm not playing with you."
bingo. now all you need to do is push him a little further until he snaps, and you know you're in for an unforgettable night.
"you're so insecure. do you think 'm going to find someone better than you out there? is that why you're acting like this?" you giggle mischievously, managing to attach the little strap to your ankle, stretching your foot as you admire your recent pedicure.
"one more word," he reaches for his patek watch, unlatching the lock and removing it. you stare at him, letting out a small hum of confusion. he remains silent as he places the silver watch on the nearby furniture, gripping the wood tightly until his fingers turn white. he chuckles, "one more word, and i'll fuck you until you're crying on my cock."
he notices the subtle clench of your thighs, but his expression remains composed, his gaze piercing through you. innocently tilting your head, you look up at him with big doe eyes for a moment before dropping the act and revealing a sly smirk.
"do you think i'll find a man with a bigger dick than yours out there?" you ask, resting your chin on your palm. in just two strides, he's in front of you, gripping your hair tightly in his fist. you bite your lip, fighting the urge to smile.
"such an attention whore," he whispers, and you hold your breath in anticipation. "should i fuck the attitude out of you? you'd like that, would you?"
you nod, and he snorts, but there's no amusement in his eyes, and his laughter feels purely mocking. "what a slut. i bet you're already soaking," he mutters, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. he lifts you up by your hair, making you whine before ordering you to be quiet.
he turns you around and forcefully bends you over the sofa, your delicate hands finding their place on the armrest. without giving you a moment to think, he swiftly pulls your dress up and yanks your lacy panties down to your heels. a dry chuckle escapes him as he notices the glistening trail of your arousal connecting your panties to your swollen pussy, and you flush with embarrassment.
"don't tease," you whisper as you feel him collect your wetness on his finger, gliding over your folds but intentionally ignoring your throbbing clit. he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of your thigh before tightening his grip on your hair.
"do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? know your fucking place," he growls, his voice laced with a commanding edge, as he swiftly retrieves the abandoned panties and tucks them away in the depths of his pocket. asserting his dominance, he places a strong hand on your back, urging you to arch your body in submission. enthralled by his forceful touch, you release blissful moans, your face seeking refuge in the shelter of your forearms.
"no you don't get to hide."
he raises you from your previous position, effortlessly hoisting you onto his shoulder, your body perched upon his frame. in a bold display of dominance, he delivers a stinging slap to your butt, evoking a surprised squeal to escape your lips. as he strides into the room, you find yourself airborne for a moment before landing upon the bed, the impact causing a playful bounce. your dress rides up, revealing your bareness, laying it bare for his eyes to behold.
with a gaze filled with smoldering intensity, he casts his eyes upon you. nonchalantly, he unfastens the top buttons of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his chest, and methodically rolls up his sleeves, exposing the sinewy veins on his forearms. the sight of his pulsating veins elicits a whimper from deep within you, anticipation building as drool pools within your mouth. without hesitation, he seizes your ankle, firmly dragging you towards the edge of the bed.
"didn't shut your mouth when i told you so i'll shut it for you," he asserts firmly. swiftly retrieving your black lacy panties from his pocket, he presses them into your mouth with a forceful intensity, effectively stifling your cries, while the taste of your essence lingers upon your tongue. unzipping his pants, he exposes his fully aroused and throbbing member, its vibrant hue accentuated by its eager glisten, "so fucking loud."
he positions the tip of his member, allowing it to penetrate only an inch before he locks eyes with you, "beg." a smirk dances upon his lips, knowing full well your current predicament leaves you unable to utter a word. the fabric restricts the passage of air, pressing against the beginning of your throat. as he catches the sound of your muffled whimpers, he feigns concern and queries, "you don't want this dick? thought you were my dumb cockslut, thought you were my cum dump, you don't wanna beg?"
as you begin nodding frantically in response to his words, a smile creeps across his face. he observes the tears streaming down your cheeks, evidence of the ache within your pussy. despite his proximity, there remains a tantalizing distance between you, heightening your sense of helplessness. as you clench around his crimson tip, you feel the faintest of thrusts, the motion minuscule yet undeniably present, intensifying your sobs. his grin widens as he witnesses the drool spilling from your lips, relishing in the control he holds over you. "fuck, i love it when you cry, makes me so hard."
responding to your fervent plea, he swiftly retrieves the panties from your mouth, granting your desire to speak. without missing a beat, you launch into a desperate plea, your voice filled with longing and need. "pleaase please pleaseee, wooyi i need it so bad, give it to me." your begging appears to have an effect, as he places a hand upon your trembling thighs, parting them gently to create more space, heightening the anticipation. yet, despite the enticing position, he remains motionless.
"who's my dumb slut, mmh?" he grunts. in response, you mumble a string of submissive affirmations, your voice barely audible as you confirm your role with each whispered "me." finally, yielding to his desires, he thrusts deeply, fully penetrating you. "i've been too nice with you, too lenient you forgot your place." with each snap of his hips, you emit a piercing cry, your fists clenching tightly onto the blanket beneath you, lost in a whirlwind of overwhelming sensations.
"such an attention whore," he moans, "i thought you were mine alone, but clearly, for a cock-hungry slut like you, nothing is ever enough." his relentless thrusts reverberate through the room, the rhythmic collision of thighs filling the air, while his pubic bone grinds harshly against your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasurable fuzziness cascading through your body.
"'m sorry nngh only you," you whine, feeling the tightening in your stomach as your next orgasm looms near. "please, let me…mngh, cum. please, please?" you babble out, your desperation evident in your words. wooyoung responds with a hearty laugh, his large hands pressing into the soft flesh of your thighs.
"you're so fucking dumb, i can't even understand you. always talking back now look at you, y'can't even speak," he pants, his tone dripping with a mix of condescension and control. bringing his thumb to your swollen clit, he rubs it with a cruel and unyielding pressure. "baby wanna cum?" you nod eagerly, your hair swaying with the movement, tears streaming down the sides of your face, "then cum."
in just a matter of seconds, the overwhelming intensity engulfs you, causing your stomach to tighten and a high-pitched whine to escape your lips. expecting him to cease his actions and provide respite, you attempt to take a deep breath, but to your dismay, he continues without relenting. panic grips your senses as you desperately try to convey that it's becoming too much, that you need him to stop. yet, as you lock eyes with wooyoung's hooded gaze, a smirk playing across his face, the realization dawns upon you. this is your punishment. you should have known better. it had been far too easy to coax him into fucking you. normally, he would relish in being just as much as a brat as you, drawing out the tantalizing foreplay for hours, until your begging reached the point of voicelessness. fighting fire with fire.
"s'too much, woo, no, please," you plead, the desperation heavy in the room. however, since you haven't used your safe word yet, wooyoung's pace remains unyielding. he pinches down on your swollen clit, causing a silent scream to escape your lips, your back arching from the bed. your nails dig harshly into the skin of his hands. "why would i listen to you?" he taunts, his words laced with a hint of retribution. "you're nothing but a brat who refuses to listen to me, s'only fair if i get back at you, don't you think so? isn't that what you wanted."
you find yourself devoid of the strength to respond, only broken gasps escaping your trembling lips. your eyes roll back into their sockets as he lifts one of your legs, positioning your white heel on his shoulder, allowing him to hit a deeper spot.
the climax engulfs you once more, sweeping you away in a torrent of pleasure and desperation. a cry escapes your lips, a fusion of ecstasy and yearning. as you gaze back up at wooyoung, your chest rising and falling rapidly, he returns your gaze with a gentle smile. his cold hand brushes against your cheek, caressing it tenderly. finally you're done. you smile back, matching the softness in his expression. however, his laughter startles you, shattering the illusion. "you really thought we were done huh." your eyes widen when he snaps his dick into, the collapse harsh on your clit which makes more tears come out of your face.
the pain courses through your body, causing tremors to ripple across your trembling form, yet you know that the discomfort will soon transform into pure pleasure. wooyoung tenderly takes hold of your ankle, planting a gentle kiss upon it, momentarily offering a contrast to the intensity of his actions. a flicker of hope ignites within you, driving you to beg once more, maybe he'll stop after this one if you manage to convince him. "w-woo, baby, please," you stammer, your voice fractured and strained, your tongue heavy and uncooperative. "i c-can't do it anymore mnngh 'm sorry so sorry sorry s'too much,"
"my baby's so dumb, of course you can take it. i know your body more than you do. you can give me another one. acted like a slut now you get to be one, so take it." with a hand pressed firmly against your stomach, his thrusts begin to slow down, each one deep and forceful, "need to cum in you baby, can't stop until you're filled with my cum, need to see it dripping from your pretty pussy, need to see you cry."
as you nod, you release uncontrollable sobs, your tears intermingling with the shared intensity of the moment. your desperate desire to please him consumes you entirely. as he begins to vocalize his own pleasure, moans escaping his lips, you know that he's nearing his climax. your mind flickers in and out of consciousness, the sheer magnitude of pleasure rendering you temporarily lost in a blissful haze.
"you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. only me, nobody else," he rambles, as he releases himself inside you, his head falling back to reveal the inviting expanse of his neck. the sensation of his warm seed filling your quivering walls pushes you to the precipice. overwhelmed by pleasure, your body convulses in a powerful climax, marking your third orgasm of the night.
after withdrawing from you, he maintains a firm grip on your ankle, using his thigh to keep your legs open. as he tucks himself back into his pants, his gaze remains fixated on the sight of his cum slowly oozing out of your well-used hole. a silent contemplation lingers in the air before a smile graces his lips. he tenderly pulls your dress back into place, ensuring your modesty is restored. bending down over you, he gazes at your exhausted visage, wet with tears and traces of drool clinging to your chin.
he affectionately licks your chin, savoring the remnants of drool before capturing your lips in a passionate and messy kiss. despite your exhaustion, you muster the energy to respond, your tired lips meeting his. within the intimate embrace, he smiles, his satisfaction evident.
"did so good for me baby, next time just shut your mouth when i tell you to."
just want yeosang to sit between my thighs while he rubs his face on my boobs because he's had a hard day and nothing but his oral fixation can help himmmmMMmMmmM
warnings: nsfw under the cut, fem bodied reader, breast play, poc friendly!! (no mention of pink nips), acc very soft, use of pet names (baby), no penetration, no orgasm, yeo is so bbygirl, 1.2k wrds author's notes: i had to physically stop myself from writing boobs so many times. like i just wanted to use the word boobs so bad but i have 2 much respect 4 yeosang masterlist
the front door swings open, and you immediately recognize yeosang's arrival by the distinct sound of his sneakers hitting the floor. you divert your attention from the manga scans on your phone, glancing at the oversized clock mounted above your bedroom door. it proudly displays the time: 11 pm. you chuckle to yourself, realizing you could've easily checked your phone for the time instead of craning your neck towards the clock.
after a few minutes, yeosang enters the room, a half-empty smoothie cup in his hands. you recall preparing that smoothie for him earlier, sending him a picture of the ingredients and asking which fruits he preferred. a soft smile graces your lips as you realize his eagerness to taste it, evident by how he immediately went for the smoothie upon entering your home. he casually tosses his adidas jacket onto the nearby sofa chair before gulping down the berry juice. placing the glass on the nightstand, where it typically resides, he heads to the bathroom.
wordlessly, he begins his nightly skincare routine while you return to your manga. yeosang is a quiet lover, and his silence doesn't bother you. you know he'll seek your company when he's ready. occasionally, you steal glances at him in the bathroom from your room, furrowing your brows when you notice he's brushing his teeth after applying creams to his face.
once he finishes everything, he returns to the room and approaches the bluetooth stereo radio. connecting his phone, a song starts playing in the background—lana del rey's "million dollar man" fills the room. yeosang then turns towards you, his bangs obscuring his eyes, and playfully leaps onto the bed, crawling towards the space created by your outstretched arms, which cradle your phone. you emit a soft chuckle, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head as he nestles his face against your chest, inhaling deeply.
"did you have a good day, yeo?" you whisper, your tone tender as you pose the question. he huffs softly, shaking his head from side to side, prompting a frown to form on your face. pulling his head away from your body, where he was nearly suffocating himself, you place both palms on his face and lightly squeeze, coaxing a pout from his lips.
"what happened, baby? do you want to talk about it?" you ask, mirroring his pout as he mumbles something about it being "just comeback season." you hum in understanding. he averts his gaze momentarily, lost in thought, before nervously meeting your eyes once more. sensing the wheels turning in his mind, you raise an eyebrow inquisitively.
"can i… can i do something? it'll make me feel better," he clears his throat, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks beneath your fingers. you nod, confused as to why he feels the need to ask your permission for anything.
biting his lip, he moves your hands from his face and leans towards you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. he peppers open-mouthed kisses along your skin, teasingly nibbling on the flesh as he gradually works his way downward, softly biting your collarbone.
oh. okay.
you adjust yourself against the soft pillows supporting your back, finding a comfortable position as yeosang continues his tender exploration. the camisole you're wearing fails to conceal your cleavage, which elicits a contented sigh from him as he settles against the gentle swell of your breasts. his tongue ventures out, tracing leisurely patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of delicate sensations in its wake. his eyes shut, and you can almost sense the flutter of his lashes with each movement he makes.
relaxing into the plush mounds of pillows, you allow yourself to surrender to the soothing rhythm of his tongue, which lulls you into a state of tranquil bliss. with closed eyes, your fingers find their way into his hair, gently combing through the dark strands as he lowers the edges of your chemisette, unveiling your chest. a small, throaty sound escapes him as his gaze fixates on them, already anticipating the weight of them that will soon grace his tongue.
he wastes no time, eagerly seizing both of your breasts and pressing them together, relishing in the delightful sensation of their softness in his palms. he increases the pressure, observing how the flesh swells and fills the spaces between his fingers, fighting off a moan that threatens to escape his lips, unlike you. your breath comes out in heavy pants, the stimulation evoking small whimpers from you.
"thought it was supposed to be me who's enjoying this," he playfully teases, to which you respond with a pleading "stop," accompanied by a chuckle from him. finally, he bends down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, his warm tongue making contact with the slowly hardening bud, eliciting a pleasurable response from you.
he swirls his tongue around the darker flesh and applies a firm suction. the sudden action elicits a moan from your lips, and you can sense him smiling against your skin. he nibbles softly, gripping onto the bud and tugging at it before eventually releasing his hold.
he moans out, unable to contain his desire, "fuck, your tits are perfect. i wish i could have them in my mouth all the time," his voice filled with longing as he admires the glistening, wet flesh under the room's illumination.
moving to the other breast, he lightly pinches the bud, coaxing it to awaken, and you let out a delighted squeal. "sorry baby, i'll make it better," he reassures you before capturing the sensitive nipple between his lips, slurping loudly before releasing it. his gaze fixates on the string of saliva that connects you both, unable to resist the temptation. he lowers himself once again, running his tongue flat against the moist skin.
drawing back momentarily, he brings your breasts together once more, deliberately spitting on them, his fingers now gliding through the slick liquid, teasing the sensitive flesh. lost in the intensity of the moment, his touch becomes more forceful, squeezing, pinching, and pressing firmly upon the now sensitized mounds. you make no effort to stifle the moans that escape your lips, your fingers tightly grasping his hair. his focus snaps back to reality when you pull him into a quick kiss.
"you have to let me fuck them next time," he muses absentmindedly, and you eagerly nod in agreement. the mere thought of his pretty dick sliding through them, the sensation of his pulsating shaft pressing against your skin, sends a wave of excitement coursing through your being, leaving you feeling light-headed with anticipation.
his mouth now wide open, he eagerly takes in as much flesh as possible, his weight pressing down on you as he fully relaxes into the moment. sucking with gentle motions, the hypnotic rhythm lulls his mind into a blissful haze, momentarily erasing thoughts of demanding choreography and lingering musical notes. in this intimate space, it's only the two of you.
the weightiness of your breast causes his tongue to slacken, allowing drool to escape from his mouth, unabashedly cascading onto your unsuspecting nipple. his other hand skillfully works, pumping and occasionally rolling the bud between his dexterous fingertips.
soon enough, sleep overtakes him, his mouth still latched onto your breast, while his palm remains pressed flat against the other. you offer a soft smile as you hear the muffled snores escaping from his mouth, harmonizing with the warmth of your body. grabbing your phone, you open the camera and swiftly capture a series of selfies you'll send him tomorrow at work to tease him.
I NEED HONGJOONG AND A READER WHO'S IN SUBPSACE FOR THE FIRST TIME, HOW WOULD THE AFTERCARE GO (its okay if u dont write for that, you can just ignore my request <3)
warnings: nsfw under the cut, dom!hongjoong, slight dumbification, sub space, use of pet names (pretty, baby, babydoll, sweet girl), protected sex (yay!!!), soft sex, doggy style, 0.9k wrds author's notes: im not uncomfy but im just not very into it so i have no idea if what i wrote acc is enjoyable to people j,ndfcgvh, and also the fact that idk anything about the kink, so this whole thing might be wayyy off topic masterlist
the sea sparkles brightly as the waves sway in a mesmerizing dance. you can hear the gentle sounds of the sea ebbing and flowing against the sandy shore. soft light spills into your summer house, illuminating it, while the balcony is open, allowing the ethereal white curtains to sway in the breeze.
you would coo at the little crabs if you could, as they reveal themselves on the shore. however, the insistent pounding noise behind you forces you to roll your eyes, blurring your vision. cries escape your lips as his hands settle on the small of your back, causing you to arch involuntarily. pressed onto the bed, your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at nothing, your forearms hovering out of the mattress.
hongjoong's thighs slap against yours, propelling you forward with each motion. he's intense, his painted fingertips exerting firm pressure on your skin, leaving marks behind.
"my pretty baby," he sighs, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. his gaze remains fixated on the way your ass moves on his. biting his bottom lip, he suppresses his moans, not wanting to drown out your sweet whimpers. those whimpers, so delightful, drive him to thrust harder, fueled by pure desire. "you're so good for me, so adorable. i love you so, so much. do you love me, babydoll?"
it takes a moment for the question to register as you melt under his touch, but you manage to slurr out a response, "love you too," causing him to moan aloud. he smiles, enchanted by the slow pitch of your voice, finding you utterly endearing.
"good girl, always listening to me, takin' me so well, so good," he mumbles, feeling his climax building. he senses yours approaching too, as you tremble and writhe, succumbing to a mere state of wet neediness beneath him. "are you close, pretty? i can feel your pussy suckin' me in. such a greedy girl."
simultaneously, you both reach the peak of pleasure, your bodies giving in to exhaustion. you would slump onto the bed, were it not for hongjoong's strong hold on your waist. he withdraws, quickly discarding the condom, tying it off and tossing it aside. he turns you around, carefully examining your face with tender concern shining in his eyes.
immediately, he notices the dazed look in your eyes, your pupils fully dilated, and the post-orgasmic haze reminds him of his past experiences with ex-partners and their subdrop. he never expected it from you. your relationship has been going well for the past six months, the sex relatively vanilla, but hongjoong doesn't mind. not when you look so irresistibly cute beneath him. your inexperience led him to tread lightly with his more dominant side, but it came naturally to him, and unconsciously, you submit to him during intimacy. so, when he sees that familiar unfocused gaze, his body instinctively reacts.
"baby, look at me," he leans in, positioning his face right in front of yours. you offer him a lazy smile, playfully scrunching your nose, and he reciprocates with a gentle smile. "how do you feel, babydoll?"
you mumble something inaudible, attempting to provide an answer. anything will do when your tongue feels too heavy, too clumsy, too uncoordinated in your mouth. you blink slowly, the contact of his hand against your forehead creating a warm, fuzzy sensation in your brain. it blurs the periphery of your vision, allowing you to focus solely on his pretty face.
he's smiling, his teeth gleaming brightly. they seem sharp in the golden light. you feel like you're floating, detached from your own body, much like when the alcohol becomes too much. in both scenarios, hongjoong is always there to ground you.
"can't use your voice right now mmh pretty, tongue feels heavy huh," he remarks knowingly, and your eyes gradually widen as the information seeps into your brain, wondering how he knows. he smiles at your expression and murmurs a soft "cute."
"baby i need to clean you up, can i go get the towels," he asks, adjusting the pace of his words, ensuring they align with your clouded mind's comprehension. you take your time to process, your thoughts still hazy and elusive. but when you realize that his suggestion involves him leaving you alone, even for a minute, a visible sadness etches itself onto your face. you manage to release a small whimper before he soothes you with a hushing sound.
his voice lowers, deep and resonant, as he whispers promises of not leaving you alone. he settles down beside you, his arm forming a comfortable support under his head, and draws you into his embrace for cuddling. he guides your head to rest on his bare chest, the stickiness of your sweaty skin unimportant to either of you. you begin to feel drowsy, but you still crave his attention. so, you maneuver your head to get a glimpse of his face, only to find his chin in your view.
sensing your gaze on him, he tilts his head down until your droopy eyes meet his, shimmering with light. a smile forms on his lips as he raises his eyebrows, questioning you wordlessly. he runs his free hand through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, as if coaxing your brain back into action.
you open your mouth, but no words emerge, and hongjoong can't help but coo at your slightly frustrated expression. he leans closer, his lips descending upon yours, delivering a tender kiss, while softly suckling your bottom lip.
"my sweet girl, fucked you so hard you forgot how to speak."
nasty roomate yandere mingi who just finds your panties and cant help but steal them
i- i- i can't
warnings: nsfw under the cut, pervert!mingi, yandere!mingi, non-con, no actual sex, masturbation (mingi), panty sniffing, panty stealing, mingi is sooo weird but he's sooo pretty so it's okay, 0.9k wrds author's notes: ANONIE YOUR MINDDDDDDDD masterlist
in the cozy apartment you share, mingi, your exceptionally sweet roommate, is an absolute dream come true. he takes care of everything with such thoughtfulness and consideration, constantly tidying up after himself. not only that, he insists on handling the dishes, making sure you have all the hot water for your showers, and even goes above and beyond in countless other ways. and, oh, how cute he is! with his naturally pillowy lips, a tiny, hidden mole beneath his black glasses, and that endearing front tooth, just a bit longer than the rest, peeking through whenever he chuckles at your less-than-hilarious jokes.
yeah, mingi is the sweetest roommate you could ever have. however, there's a peculiar twist to his behavior. once you granted him access to your private instagram account, he swiftly excused himself from any ongoing activities and retreated to his room. there, he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, only to jerk off at your pictures for minutes on end. soft whimpers escaped his lips as he envisioned the many lewd expressions you might have while sharing his bed. you look so pretty he can only imagine how ethereal you'd look with your eyes shut in pleasure, drool escaping your mouth. whenever he came, he'd disgustingly let the white spurts of cum from his cock splash onto his phone screen. in an instant, his jaw would go slack in need, his pupils dilating at the sight of your face adorned with his seed's droplets. his lust would fuel his next actions, causing him to push his hardening cock into his fist with even greater intensity. his length effortlessly sliding within his tight grip, aided by the slick accumulated from being repeatedly covered in cum during his many orgasms.
anyway mingi is still the sweetest roommate… apart from the elevator incident, where you both had to climb many flights of stairs due to its breakdown, he displayed a cute gesture, kindly insisting that you should go first, talking about how girls should go first. you playfully smiled at him, even teasingly pinching his cheek, praising him and mentioning how his mom had raised him right. however, it seems you were mistaken about him being brought up in such a way, because the moment you turn, his hand is already taking out his phone, opening the camera app. mingi cleverly maneuvers his phone under the shelter of your tiny skirt, discreetly capturing pictures, all the while glancing anxiously at the back of the your head, hoping you won't notice him in the act. upon reaching your apartment, you notice that mingi's breathing matches the intensity of your own, but unbeknownst to you, the exercise is not the reason for his sharp inhales of air. it's the mere idea of your pretty cunt, molded by the sweat-soaked panties, now readily available on his phone at any time, that makes him breath catch in his throat.
mingi.. the sweetest roommate ever? if we set aside the puzzling disappearance of your panties, which you attribute to your absent-mindedness, much like how you often misplace your socks and keys, you don't even entertain the thought that mingi could be involved in this situation. as you search for them in the laundry basket, thoughtfully placed in a corner of the kitchen, mingi remains in his room, with your panties pressed against his face, and another pair on his dick. his fist clench the material, as he keeps trusting in it, his bottom leaving his mattress at each assault. his eyes roll over as he opens his mouth, savoring the taste of your essence as his saliva soaks the red material. the intensity of the pleasure he feels just by tasting you is so high, tears of pure delight roll down his face while he fists the material, muffling his whines with the clothing, pushing it deeper in his mouth. the sensation of your other panties against his sensitive tip brings him to the edge. he finally cums on the tiny lacy pair and he uses it to clean himself up. after tidying himself up, he tiredly settles onto his bed, cradling another pair close to his nose as he lets sleep take over him.
mingi your sweet roommate, who grows more at ease in your company, a warm and endearing familiarity starts to bloom. he becomes so comfortable that he can't help but let his affectionate nature shine through, unable to keep his hands to himself. in the mornings, as he wakes up, he greets you with small, tender pats on your head, too preoccupied with his own sleepy yawns to articulate a proper "good morning." when you're preparing breakfast for the both of you, two cereal bowls in front of you as you look for spoons, he shows his gratitude with gentle kisses on your bare shoulders. as he passes by you, there are fleeting touches on your waist, which catch you by surprise and make you momentarily fumble against your glass of apple juice. your face flushes with warmth at these sweet gestures you don't expect from mingi, him usually burying himself in his room. the subtle pinches to your butt catch you off guard, causing you to stutter and swiftly turn your head towards mingi, eyes widening in surprise. the shock is evident on your face, but he seems puzzled and unaware of what you're reacting to, leaving you to wonder if you had imagined those touches altogether. it only takes him two more months to finally have you crying on his dick, just like he had imagined all these times. nah his rizz level is crazy.
“Wanting You Only” 𓆪
Minors DNI, below this point below includes suggestive wording, disturbing content and nsfw parts and such.
✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗠 𝗫 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥
✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: suggestive, introduction,
✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.» Being with clingy roommates is really a pain, due to them being clingy and letting you barely go out, maybe you should step up but they made you step down.
✧ꔛ˚┆➤ 𝐓𝐖// collage au, poly relations, delusional, gore, killing, suggestive thoughts, mentions of impregnation, mentioned breeding kink, underwear stealing, size difference,
THE PROTECTOR 𓆪
✎ When you first met Axel, he came off as the poker faced "if i talk to you your dead" type of guy is what i imagined. He has long black hair that was tied into a rats tail with red eyes. You thought he was popular despite the way he gets love letters from various girls around campus.
✎ When Both you and Axel agreed to become acquainted with each other and move in, he started to be more less stoned faced and rather being more helpful. Whenever you go out he comes with you saying that you can get abducted at any given moment. You give him a small laugh which makes his pale cheeks turn bright pink.
✎ When cooking with each other, he usually stands behind you which you deemed un-normal for people as friends to do with each other since it is a very intimate thing when it comes to relationships which you weren't in. He shakes it off as it's nothing far too bad. It's clearly a lie but it's not as clear to you.
✎ When you're out with friends, he quickly goes into your dirty laundry and steals it for other reasons since he misses your scent around him.
✎ He doesn't let you in his rooms where he has a bunch of deadbolt locks on his door only he could enter through. What he has inside is cum stained underwear, pictures of you in the kitchen, living room or hanging out with friends.(the friends have black marker x's on their faces while you have small and bigger hearts around your face. Maybe he has a picture of you sleeping. Just maybe..
✎ In the mere future, he wishes to be married to you one way or another. Maybe includes a smaller version of you and him in the mix as well. That might just sound like a fantasy don't ya think? (He imagines how your walls would feel around him, orgasm after orgasm till he deems your filled to the brim with his cum.)
THE LONER 𓆪
✎ When Axel brought you too meet his family one day, you got well acquainted with his two year younger brother, Lance. He has bags under his eyes which were caused by his insomnia. When he moved in with you and Axel, there were some bumpy bumps here and there. Usually fights would break off which was circled around you most of the time.
✎ He has golden fluffy hair and lime green eyes. He is very pale and seems too much of an introverted person. Lance has pretty good grades and is in the student council. You respect him and try to help hime with his needs.
✎ And random times at night(mostly 12), he would come bursting into your room with tears streaming down his cheeks as his dug his face into your chest. He asks you to sing to him and you nod your head and proceed to sing him to sleep. Sometimes he fakes it and just wants to be in your warmth.
✎ He technically picks a fight with his brother for the sake of it. Axel knows he does it for your attention and your comfort which Lance knows he isn't much of a fan of.
✎ He's just like his brother, when you are gone or sometimes when your just chilling in the living room, he sneaks into the laundry room and steals some of your underwear. He doesn't cum do anything to it, he usually just wants to get off your scent. It takes his mind off the stress since he's been through a lot.
✎ Some days when you study with him, he often wishes you were on top of him, making him scream and beg for you while you squeeze around him. He wishes Axel and the others to hear what you're doing to him.
✎ He cherishes the fact that you and him could married one day since you look after him like he's your child or husband
THE JOCK 𓆪
✎ When Freddy first saw you in one of his classes, he quickly grew fond of you. He was amazed you weren't chasing him around or trying to get his attention. You were just a normal person in college.
✎ Freddy has long brown shoulder length hair with blue eyes. They look like sapphires when they glow. He is pretty cocky so he's the type to be a playful dom. When he looks down at you when you're in front of him, he just can't imagine how cute you look(He could see you squirming under him as you take his large cock).
✎ Everytime he glances at the crowd at his games, he always spots you in the crowd smiling at him. The world feels as if it went in slow motion. It gave him a little boost as he touched the goal.
✎ He likes to steal your attention away from Axel And Lance. He's the type to sling both of his arms around their shoulders with an outburst attitude. He is pretty rich and would spoil the hell out of you. He's like your sugar daddy but you don't get too intimate with him.
✎ Freddy is quite the trouble maker. When you're gone for too long or even for a minute, he won't steal your underwear. He'll rather steal your shirts that you don't wear often or things you use in your daily life, like a hair brush or a plush.
THE AVOIDER 𓆪
✎ Xavier is technically Axel if they were twins. When you met Xavier he just gave you a face of scowl and walked off but deep inside his heart sped up by a thousand.
✎ Xavier has curly dirty blonde hair and hazel brown eyes. He's pretty fit and actually has a pretty healthy schedule.
✎ When you became roommates, he didn't ask you for anything rather you had to ask him. He'd often shoo you off but after a few 'pretty pleasee' and puppy eyes, he'll face palm your face softly and he'll help you with whatever.
✎ He's pretty good friends with Axel, maybe friends since highschool. He despises you and Freddy since you both are annoying and whiny. But he has a soft spot for you so he despises you by a 1%.
✎ When he sees you with someone he has rivalry with, he'll try to ruin their reputation or slip some illegal contraband in their bag and report then to the school counselor.
✎ Xavier likes to send you gifts so he's your secret admirer but he lives with you. He likes to send you notes between you too so he's also your pen pal.
✎ He sulks a lot and finds your pillows for comfort since your scent is soothing and he likes you very much and he'll take it to the heart. He'll only do this when you're gone but when you're in your room and he's sulking he'll knock on your door and ask if he can chill with you.(there are times when he'll slide his hand over your thigh.)
A/N ; I know it's been a long time since I've posted but I'm back!
