𝒹ove

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RIWOO ꜜ

he’s the one who wanted this. this was his idea. you were just playing along with the fantasy.

you were hesitant in the beginning. having sex with someone who wasn’t riwoo wasn’t something you ever thought you’d be doing when you first entered this relationship, but you got more and more used to it as time went on.

“fuck, you’re so much bigger than—ah—my boyfriend…”

riwoo’s eyes meet yours through the crack in the door, and he wonders what you see when you look at him. he hopes you think he looks pathetic, that the sight of him fucking his fist while watching you get ravaged by someone else makes you want to spit more harsh words directed at him.

through your never-ending moans, you manage to answer his prayers. “feels so good… riwoo never fucks me like this.” and you’re right. he doesn’t fuck you like that, ever. he won’t let himself. it’s so much better when he gets to watch other people do it to you in his place.

the best part is when you’re close. your mind gets fuzzy whenever your orgasm starts creeping up on you, and when that happens, he gets to hear you scream his name because your brain to mouth filter disappears within the haze of pleasure. it’s always enough to make him cum on the spot with a quiet little whine, spilling his load into his hand, watching as some of it drips down onto the floor near his feet.

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JAEHYUN ꜜ

you always figured jaehyun might be into something like this.

he always comes when you call. he never questions your requests, no matter how outlandish. he insists that he belongs to you—every single part of him.

“jaehyun!”

as expected, he never strays too far. the second you call his name, he’s entering the living room, stood directly in front of you as he eagerly awaits what you have to say. he hopes it’s a command.

“strip. now.”

a tingle travels up his spine. he loves when you talk to him like that, straight to the point as always, no room for disobedience. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t even nod, just starts peeling off his clothes later by layer until he’s bared to your scrutinizing gaze. you point downwards, towards the floor, and he kneels without a second thought, inching himself as close as you’ll allow.

you let him get close enough, then hold out your hand, signaling for him to stop. the silence stretches for several moments. if jaehyun is nervous at how intensely you’re staring at him, he doesn’t let it show. you sigh, your voice cold when you decide to speak again. “my coffee was cold this morning.”

his eyes widen, the memory of his mistake flowing back to the forefront of his mind. you see his lips part, but you don’t allow him a chance to explain himself. you press down the toe of your heel against his half-hard cock, scoffing under your breath when he bucks his hips up into your shoe. “mm… please, mistress—”

jaehyun gasps at the feeling of you pressing your foot down harder. “shut up. you don’t speak unless i say you can.” you remind him, shaking your head. poor thing is already leaking precum all over your new shoes. guess you’ll have to make him lick them clean later.

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TAESAN ꜜ

“hey guys! so glad to see you all again.”

leaning in closer to the camera, you flash a smile to the screen, much to your viewer’s delight. it hasn’t been long since you started streaming, and you’re steadily growing in popularity with each new post—partly because you’re so pretty and charismatic… mostly because of taesan.

your eyes scan over the comments, trying to read them out before they disappear. one in particular catches your eye. “where’s kitty?” throwing a quick glance to your left, then back towards the camera, you pick it up, giving everyone a good view of exactly what they all come to see.

taesan, with his furry ears perched on top of his head and collar secured around his neck, is the main attraction. he lies in near the bottom of your shared bed, sprawled out on his back, his naked skin shining with sweat and his thighs and abdomen stained with several rounds worth of cum. your hand hasn’t stopped moving up and down his achingly oversensitive cock yet. you’ve been doing this before you even turned the camera on, and now he’s had, what? four? five orgasms? he can’t even remember.

“isn’t he so cute?” you giggle, placing the camera back down on your desk. taesan mumbles something, but neither of you even try to understand whatever it was, knowing that he’s far past the point of coherency by now. “i hate having to punish him. he’s usually such a good boy, but i guess even good pets break rules sometimes.”

the people love it. they eat it up every time, donating ridiculous amounts to see you edge him or choose something from your toy box to use on him until he cries.

you perk up at the familiar chime of a donation coming through. $300, and all you had to do was “milk him dry plssss.”

“don’t pass out on me yet, kitty.”

taesan whines, his body jolting when you lightly pinch his thigh. did he even have a choice?

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LEEHAN ꜜ

“look at us,” you whisper, resting your chin on leehan’s shoulder, turning his head to face the mirror. “don’t we look so pretty?”

leehan stares back at his reflection, but says nothing. he almost doesn’t recognize himself. the makeup, the way you’ve styled his hair, the lingerie you’ve made him put on… he really does look like a girl. he looks pretty.

“isn’t this so fun?” smiling, you take his hands in yours, pulling him up and away from your vanity. “i love sleepovers. should we paint our nails next?”

leehan looks away, averting eye contact with you. “i… could we maybe do something else?” something less embarrassing is what he probably means. maybe even something normal, like watching a movie or baking cookies. he doesn’t expect you to sit him on your thigh and tell him to get himself off.

“you think i can’t feel how wet you are?” you tilt your head to the side, hooking your finger underneath the waistband of the frilly pink panties you’d made him put on earlier, pulling it as far as you could before letting go. the elastic snaps back against his hip, which makes him hiss quietly in pain. “now be a good girl and do it. i know you know how. you probably do it all the time for the boys, don’t you?”

with your guidance—because he was clearly too shy to start on his own—leehan rocks his hips back and forth along your thigh. the wet stain on the front of his underwear gets more and more prominent the more he moves, and so does his embarrassment. even so, he didn’t want to stop. being treated like this was kind of… hot? it was weird, and he’d probably never admit it to you out loud. he’d just leave his evidence in the form of his rapidly approaching orgasm, and maybe you’d get the hint that he wanted to do this again sometime.

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WOONHAK ꜜ

what was so hard about eating a girl out? you were only letting woonhak do this because he claimed he knew what he was doing. you didn’t realize he was one of those guys. the kind that always boast about how good they are at making girls cum. you’re not even the slightest bit close right now.

you sigh loudly, again, lowering your phone to see if woonhak is any closer to being finished so you can fake an orgasm and shoo him away—but no, his head is still buried between your legs, much to your disappointment. rolling your eyes, you go back to typing on your phone, no longer interested in paying him any attention.

“mmph—” it’s quiet. so quiet, you almost thought the sound was coming from your phone. the faint creaking sound that you didn’t think was important enough to pay attention to. “shit…” woonhak stands up, sheepishly clutching at at front of his jeans. this time, you put your phone down, sitting up to get a closer look at whatever he’s trying to hide from you.

“did you just cum?” the question is so blunt, it startles him. he looks at you, mouth agape, ears burning as he debates wether or not if he should tell the truth. like you don’t already know. what a joke.

“uh…” he looks away, unable to meet your eyes all of a sudden. “maybe?”

your disbelief renders you speechless. what was he doing, humping the bed while he was attempting to eat you out? just when you thought he couldn’t get any more pathetic, he finds some way to prove you wrong.

you can’t help it. you laugh at him. the loud kind that never seems to end no matter how hard you try and reign yourself back in. you think you hear him leave at some point, his footsteps fast and anxious, but you don’t care to check. you’re already texting your friends to let them know where woonhak falls on your ranked list.

kim woonhak. 1/10. can’t eat pussy to save his life. came in his pants lol.

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↝ before (and after) he fingers you…

“open.”

this is starting to become a routine.

at first, sungho only did this to get you ready for him. the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. watching you gag on his fingers was just a bonus. when he found out you were actually into it, though, it turned into foreplay. he didn’t even need to do this to get you ready, now he was doing it just because he could.

you open your mouth, and sungho slips his middle and ring finger inside, pressing them against your tongue, thrusting them in and out of your mouth.

you probably look like a mess. swollen lips, drooling all over yourself, eyes darkened with lust. and yet, you wouldn’t change a thing.

you can’t keep sucking forever though, no matter how much you may want to. there’s still the main event—getting to feel his fingers coax you to orgasm until you were shaking and breathless. you’d stare up at him, chest heaving and lips slightly parted, your eyes darting down to his fingers still covered in your cum.

he sees the way your lips open a little more, inviting him in, and slips them back into your warm, waiting mouth without question.

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↝ when he wants you to be quiet…

you try. you really, really do try. is it really your fault that you can’t be quiet whenever your boyfriend is fucking you?

usually it’s not a problem for you. maybe it’s the fact that sungho’s friends are just a room away, completely oblivious to what the two of you are doing. you don’t want them to know—obviously—but the fact that they could find out if they paid just a little more attention makes you nervous, and that nervousness is overpowering your ability to keep your mouth shut.

“you’ve gotta be quiet,” sungho reminds you yet again, and you not, biting down on your bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to keep your sounds of pleasure at bay.

it’s effective for a short while. he sees how hard you’re trying—he finds it hot how hard you’re working just to be as quiet as you can. even though you’re doing it now, there’s no telling how long you can keep it up.

naturally, sungho does the first thing that comes to mind. he lets you suck on his finger, a groan slipping from his lips at the feeling of your tongue against his skin. his voice is quiet and heavy with restraint when he next speaks. “better now?”

without even having to think about it, you nod, mumbling something incoherent against the slightly calloused flesh of his finger. encouraged by your answer, he exhales. now he can fuck you the way he really wants, and the way you really deserve.

maybe next time he’ll take a picture. it’ll make a great addition to his growing collection.