salem

Also…

and the first time he ever found out about your little infatuation, he seemed to have grown a little more comfortable with roughing it up a little.

“oh god… oh baby. fuck, you feel so good.” on your stomach, face pressed into the sheets, san’s face nudged in the tight space where your neck meets your shoulder. his arms caged either side of your head, resting his forearms next to your ears.

his chest was glued to your back, your spine digging into his stomach. bare and hot and wet, your bodies pressed against each other without an inch of space to speak for. your entire body shivered when he forced himself deeper into you, his curved, thick cock splitting your cunt open.

this position had him so deep, so invasive, so full. his hips rolled against the flesh of your ass, san’s voice dipping low in needy moans when you squeezed around him while he pulled his hips back, listening to the slick sound your pussy made, trying to keep him inside.

“pussy’s so warm today, baby.” he lets his mouth fall open against the shell of your ear, panting and groaning to make your brain melt. “making me feel so fucking crazy, you make me feel crazy, pretty.”

you forced your head out of the pillow when you felt his thrusts slow to a deep grind, pulling a ragged whine from your mouth. you pried your eyes open to watch as his arms moved around your head.

“turn, look at us.” he kisses below your ear, and drags his tongue up the side of your cheek. his right arm reaches and grabs his phone from the corner of the bed, holding it tight in his hand and scrolling and pressing buttons.

you forget he keeps a tall mirror against his bedroom wall, right next to the end of his bed. you can see the top halves of your melded bodies. his big, broad shoulders shadow your littler form under him. his soft, flushed face meeting your eyes in the reflection, his big, meaty arms flexing and twitching around your head every time he moved.

you watch to try and see what he was doing, and he punishes your nosiness with a sharp, deep thrust that makes your calf lock up.

“mind your business, babydoll.” he grumbles, then you feel it. his left arm curls around the front of your throat, tight. the muscles twitch and contract over your neck, just enough to limit your breathing. snug, warm and secure around the front of your throat.

he feels you tighten around his cock, and it makes his skin prickle. “ooh, fuck…” he groans and you feel his voice vibrate against your back. you forced your eyes up and you can see his phone recording your reflection in the mirror. catching the fucked out look on your face, his thick arm wrapped around your throat in an owning headlock.

his mouth spreads into a sly grin when your eyes roll when he pulls back his hips and then sinks his cock back into you so slowly, so smoothly, your legs jerk under him to try and escape the feeling.

“my soft little slut…” san leans down to whisper in your ear, the flash of his camera moving with each thrust. he licks the tears that pool at the corner of your eyes before he drags his head back up to watch you both in the mirror.

“look at you go, baby.” he praises around a heated smile. “drooling all over my arm like some kind of puppy. does that feel good? hm?”

you whimper out an incoherent agreement, and he giggles softly, littering the nape of your neck with soft kisses. he adjusts his hips to drag against that deeper, sweeter spot, that makes you still and lightly sink your teeth into his arm.

he keeps that meaner pace, deep heavy strokes in your guts that you can do nothing but lie under his body and take. his arm around your neck made clouds swim around in your brain. he tightens the hold, and you squeal loudly, barely catching the way he zooms in with his phone to better catch the pretty look on your face.

your cheeks squished by his muscles, your eyes desperate and heavy-lidded. he thought you looked so cute, and who would’ve thought that all he had to do to get you this needy was to put you in a headlock.

san fucks you greedily, the curve of him perfectly hitting that spot that turned your mind off. his voice egged you on, his low moans, and his pretty heavy breaths. groaning ’mhms’ of approval with every thrust into you as if he was grading the feel of your cunt around him. with every stroke, you only seemed to get even wetter, and the proof was the sticky web of your slick that clung to his base.

“mm, i love fucking my baby, slow… and stupid.” he attaches his lips to the pulse point on your neck, sucking and running his tongue over the sensitive spot of skin. “jus wanna fuck you so deep it hurts.”

he’s in your ear, talking to you and only you. all the while his phone catches every moment, every thrust and every moan.

his lower stomach repeatedly brushes against your back, his cock stirring up your insides at the most, torturous and delicate pace. the slow smack of flesh, the sticky hollow sound of your cunt swallowing all of him.

you feel his knees brace against either side of your hips again, adjusting his posture a little. his arm around your throat tightens to your near limit, his head nudges against your neck, his lips whispering against your cheek.

this way he uses your neck as leverage to anchor is body to allow him to fuck his cock into you a little faster, a little rougher.

“yeah, baby, yeah. take all of me. all of me.” san’s voice drops into a breathy purr, pressing his lips directly against your ear, the soft skin tickling you. “givin this pussy a workout hm?”

you groan and kick your feet, and he laughs at you as hand from the arm he’s got your neck trapped in buries itself in your tangled hair and yanks your head to the side so you’re fully facing the mirror, your ear resting below his jaw.

“you like to be lazy. you like to lie here— fuck… lie here and take dick, helpless and limp. let sannie do all the work huh, princess? let this pussy do all the work for you?”

he turns his head and your eyes catch in the mirror. his eyes are lidded, competent and heated. yours are foggy, tear-glazed, spent. he smiles at your expression and growls under his breath when you clench around his dick again.

his fingers scrape against your scalp with every heavy stroke of his hips, his pretty grunts and moans making your belly twist into swirls.

your hands grasp at the sheets, your cries coming out choked and breathy then more san fucked you, and he seemingly forgot that you needed to breathe until you tapped on his bicep to tell him to let up.

he does immediately, loosening the hold on your throat. you gasp and choke, but he doesn’t stop moving his hips, fucking you slow and deep while you regain your breath.

“aww, ‘m sorry babydoll.” he kisses your temple and you could feel him giggle against your skin. his voice lowers to that brain ticking whisper and you feel your air stolen from you again.

“bet you would’ve looked so pretty passed out on my cock.” he finally sets down his phone and takes his now free hand and trails it down your body, running along the side of your waist, his hips never stopping that deep, languid push and pull.

“looking all soft and sleepy.” his hand snakes between your body and the bed and finds your clit with his coarse fingertips. you gasp and squirm under him, your body shaking as a plea for mercy. san only laughs, circling upwards against the sensitive nerves while he splits your pussy open, over and over and over again.

“think i could still make you cum in your sleep princess?” he whispers against your throat and you feel as his arm tightens its hold around your throat once again. you feel the bed start to shake and your cunt start to burn with pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, filling you long and deep at just the right angle.

“mmhm, soak my cock baby.” he growls under a moan, letting his tongue fall from his mouth and tasting the flushed skin on your throat. “make it smell like you.”

he bites his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrow, his cock pounding into you so full he just might had been close to fucking your cervix.

his fingers on your clit continue to move at that dragging, spherical pattern that helps that pressure build slowly. stroke my stroke, praise by praise. you melt under his body while he uses you as he sees fit. your pussy sucks him in everytime he draws back, your pretty little moans make san’s head spin.

“gonna fuck myself to that video everynight while im on tour.” he promises against your skin, your orgasm dangerously close to sweeping you onto the floor. he rolls his hips with every thrust, forcing his fat tip to press against your gspot.

“eee..every n-night..?” you whimper deliriously, his cock effectively having cut off all cognitive function, a stupid smile spread across your face.

he laughs and kisses your shoulder as he rolls his hips a little harder. “mhm, every night baby. i'll send you some videos so this pussy-” he thrusts hard this time, as if acknowledging her himself. “-doesn't miss me too much. want you to remember how good i make you feel while i'm gone.”

you shake violently when his tip nudges that spot just right, and right at that moment you cum on the spot. your limbs jerk and twitch and once san’s felt you cumming he eases his hips into a faster rut, pounding your pussy through your orgasm, fucking you through it.

“there we go, there we go. let it take you baby, keep cumming, keep cumming for me.” he pinches your clit and teases it with gentle brushes while he mounts you on his mattress.

his arm is covered in your drool, the red indentations of your bite marks inflamed on his skin. san looks back at you in the mirror, and you’re too out of it to notice as he pulls out his phone again and starts to record the reflection.

your eyes are shut and your brows are furrowed in bliss, lips parted in pathetic whines, your cheek resting against his bicep. he keeps his eyes on the mirror as your face twists in overstimulation when he starts to grind his cock deep into you.

his muscles flex, and he can feel the strain in his wrist from continually holding the camera up to capture you two. your shoulder twitches every time he bottoms out into your pussy, and your eyelids flutter every time he presses his palm against your lower stomach. he catches every change in expression, every twitch of your body, every lilt in your moans.

he always misses you so bad when hes away, so he always makes sure he fucks you so unbelievably well that you could probably do without him for at least a few days.

until you’re sore, or your stomach burns, or you physically can’t cum anymore. and he’ll be so methodic, so thorough, so gentle. anything to get you satiated for the first few days in his absence.

he's gotta work you out of his system somehow anyway, or else he'll be a horny, delirious wreck on tour.

the videos help with his withdrawal symptoms.

“Woah woah woah, never?” you asked for the hundredth time. Mingi groaned and rubbed his hand over his face, internally kicking himself for even bringing it up in the first place. “Yes, y/n,” he admitted, again. “I’ve never, done that before.” You sat up with renewed interest. Mingi, easily one of the hottest guys on campus, has never had his dick sucked? How was that even possible? Mingi gave you the sassiest side eye, already knowing what you were thinking about. “I have my reasons,” he said. “Its not like it was never offered.” Okay, that made more sense. But now you had more questions, why didn’t he want it? You could’ve sworn men loved that type of shit. Hell, if you had a dick you’d probably love it too. Curiosity burned inside you but you didn’t want to push, he was your friend and the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. Mingi stared hard, waiting for the inevitable question. He knew you too well, you were dying to know but you weren’t going to ask. He sighed and let his head fall back on the couch. “Look, I’m just not… built for that. And I’m not going into detail,” he said, turning his head to the side to look at you. You tilted your head like a puppy, your brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, no what do you mean?” you asked, unable to resist. His cheeks blushed and he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. His other hand fidgeted with the string on his sweatpants. “I’m just, its like,” he started, but he couldn’t finish it. He just groaned again, torn between wanting to tell you and the embarrassment that would come with it. You hated seeing him struggle, and a bit of concern rose with how much it seemed to bother him.

“You can tell me, you know I don’t spread gossip.” The way mingi looked at you when you said that almost made you gasp. He looked so, desperate. his plump lips pouting, his eyes big and pleading. something in you switched, but you tried to push it back down. “I’m too big,” he muttered, almost like it was a bad thing. You blinked at him, stunned for a moment. Too big? How big would a guy have to be to be TOO big? You didn’t even know that was a possibility, and now you wanted to see for yourself. “Too big?” you asked, your voice low and surprised. Mingi blushed even brighter, the faint color spreading down to his chest under his loose gray sweatshirt. He nodded slowly, and you had the urge to show him how wrong he was. “I think you just haven’t gotten with the right girl.” He swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing. “M-maybe? I don’t know, I just don’t think its a good idea. I don’t want to hurt anyone, and the last time it didn’t go well.” Your heart clenched at his sweet words. before you could second guess yourself, you leaned forward, giving him a look of determination. “I can do it.” His jaw dropped immediately. He had to have heard you wrong, right? Theres no way you just offered that, right? But then your hand rested on his thigh, and you didn’t laugh at him. No, the look in your eyes was sincere, you really said it and you really meant it. “Are you sure?” he asked, still hesitant. You nodded eagerly, eagerly. He swallowed again, his mouth suddenly dry. His heart started to beat faster, but he didn’t want to get excited yet. He’d done this part before, far too many times, but he couldn’t help but hope. Even so, he tried to ignore the excited twitch in his pants. “Okay, we can, try. But you can back out or change your mind, it wont hurt my feelings.” You slid your hand up his thigh, grazing the bulge now too prominent to ignore. His breath hitched, his hands flying to the couch to brace himself. “Have I ever backed down from a challenge?” you asked, your voice low and soft. You moved swiftly from the couch to the carpet, your hands on his knees. He stiffened up at your touch again, you could see his heart already racing. You moved your hands slowly, giving him time to stop you in case he wasn’t ready.

He watched you with bated breath, hardly moving an inch. Your fingers traced the outline of his bulge and he had to bite back a whine, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of the tent between his legs. “Let me show you how a girl is supposed to suck cock.” He let out a long sigh, his eyes closing at the brief contact. “Please,” he whispered. It slipped out before he could stop it, but he didn’t care. Whatever made you go a little faster, to either pull him out and tell him he was too big, or actually suck him off. You smiled at his plea, that same feeling returning. You wanted to make him feel so good, and you wanted him to enjoy every bit of it. You palmed him through his loose sweatpants, your other hand sliding up his shirt to caress his abs. You could feel his muscles tighten, his head falling back as a shaky moan passed his lips. “Oh fuuuuuuck,” he moaned quietly. You tugged the top of his pants down, then his boxers. He wasn’t lying, his thick cock stood impressively tall. On one hand you saw why most girls would be intimidated, on the other you couldn’t believe they didn’t even try. Just looking at him made you salivate, and then when you looked up at his eyes? Fuck, he was so desperate. You wrapped your hand around him, giving him a long slow stroke. Pressing gentle kisses along his v-line, inching towards his cock with careful slowness. “You’re so big,” you said sweetly. Mingi’s heart beat faster, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust forward. Why was he so needy like this? “Too big?” he asked, preparing himself in case you changed your mind. You bowed your head to give the head of his cock a kiss, flicking your tongue over the tip. “No baby, not too big” you reassured. He hissed through teeth, his hands fisting the couch cushion until his knuckles turned white. “Oh fuck, holy shit,” he whispered. It was really happening, you were really about to suck him off right in his living room. Then you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling every vein and ridge. The moment your soft lips wrapped around his tip and suckled gently, he let out a moan deep from his chest. He was so sensitive, you couldn’t believe it. You swirled your tongue around him, tracing the veins that were begging for attention.

“Ohhhhhh, ahh, mmmm!” his hand quickly muffled his mouth, embarrassed by the noises he couldn’t hold back. “No baby, let me hear you,” you said, adjusting your grip on him. He let his hand go down, shaking already and gripping his thigh. You stroked him a few times, working him up and preparing yourself. There was no denying that this would be a new experience for both of you. Keeping your eyes on his, you lowered your mouth back on him. His hand flew to the back of your head, fisting in your hair. He didn’t push, he didn’t pull, he just needed hold you in anyway he could. Every flick and stroke of your tongue on him pushed him closer to the edge, and it had only just started. You worked your tongue on him so perfectly, moving it back and forth under his heavy cock. You hadn’t even gotten it all the way in, but holy fuck was he big. Your hands moved from massaging his thighs to holding whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. You twisted and squeezed with your hands as you took him deeper and deeper. “So good, oh it feels so fucking good, oh fuck,” he mumbled, his voice raising an octave. His thighs were tensed, shaking from holding back. He wanted to cum so bad, he was right there, just a little more. You pulled back just a little, feeling how close he was already, replacing your tongue with your thumb. “Try to hold it in a little longer, let me take you deeper.” His eyes widened, his chest already heaving. You wanted to go deeper!? “D-deeper?” You nodded without another word, going back down on him and drawing out another beautiful moan from him. His hips jerked, chasing that delicious high your mouth gave him. This was better than any toy he’d used, better than any handjob he’d been given. His head fell back and his back arched off the couch, his heels digging into the carpet as he tried to hold back the orgasm threatening to overwhelm him. He could feel your tongue stroking him, your teeth lightly grazing his sensitive skin, your cheeks hollowing around him. His cock leaked steadily and you swallowed every drop you could. He looked down at you with pleading eyes, watching your saliva mix with his precum and drip from your chin down his shaft. He let out a long high pitched whine, his legs trembling. “Oh my God, feels so good,” his words slurred together while high pitched whimpers spilled from his lips. Your eyes were on him the entire time, watching the tears pool at the corner of his eyes, the sweat dripping down his neck, his veins bulging from the force of holding back. You kept one hand firmly around his base, the other reaching up to lift his shirt just enough to see his abs glisten and tighten. Everything about him was so handsome. “Please, I’m so close, please.” With a deep breath, you took him in all the way, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. His back arched dramatically and a broken moan spilled from his lips. his eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. His seed flooded your mouth and you swallowed around him, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck!” Tears sprung to your eyes as you fought back the urge to gag, choking on his size. When his cock gave its last spurt, he collapsed back on the couch. His chest was heaving, his damp hair clung to his forehead, his brows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh my God, that was so good, holy shit,” he babbled, too lost to talk properly. You let him slip out slowly, drawing a hiss from him in the process. Wiping your chin with your hand, you sat for a minute to catch your own breath. “Told you I could do it,” you said. Lifting yourself off the ground, you settled on his thigh. you cupped his cheek and turned his head to face you, he looked so perfect like this. “For the record, you were absolutely built for getting your dick sucked,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Mingi looked at you in admiration and adoration.

“Have you,” he started, a blush rising to his cheeks already. “Have you ever had your pussy ate?”

an : yeah there was no plot and im just ovulating or whatever yeosang’s insta is. (also ty to my vampy for helping me <3)

‎‧₊˚✧ S.coups —✧˚₊‧

i'm so hungry: after long days of work all cheolie wants to do is unwind with his pretty baby sitting on his face. your taste is the only thing that’ll ground him, his big hands keeping you in place. he’s such a greedy man.

i have manners: cheolie who thinks it’s rude to enter without knocking. his heavy cock slapping your clit, making you see stars. his eyes full of lust as he watches you unfold before he can even put it in.

‎‧₊˚✧ Wonwoo —✧˚₊‧

take it baby: dom!wonwoo who just needs to put baby back in her place sometimes. the cold metal of the handcuffs sends a chill through you. his calloused hands spanking your plump ass and pretty cunt, leaving you red and swollen. all as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

gonna' make you feel good: wonwoo loves taking his time with you, wanting to watch you fall apart before he actually fucks you. he can’t help but to admire you as he fingers your sopping wet cunt, “jus’ want you ready for me baby”

‎‧₊˚✧ Mingyu —✧˚₊‧

i'll go slow: mingyu is such a big boy, he knows he’s too big for you. he’ll still stretch your pretty pussy oh so painfully slow, till the point you’re whimpering for more of him.

like a glove: big dick!mingyu who’s proud that you can finally take all of him. your throat was made for him, his eyes fawning as he watches himself bulge in your throat.

‎‧₊˚✧ Vernon —✧˚₊‧

#bringbackdryhumping: vernon is the #1 dry humping enthusiast, there’s just something so hot about lazily grinding against each other. he could do it all day. he watches you get more eager, finally caving in, pulling out his cock to blow him so sensually.

ride me: he’s never opposed to have sex. he notices how your pressing your thighs together while watching tv, “come and ride me” he’s so nonchalant about the whole thing but of course you obliged.

that’s why it came to a surprise to him when you suddenly asked to fuck him. it was out of the blue— especially for you, though he figured you must’ve been that comfortable to want to do such a thing. jongho would mod your head at your request, constantly asking if this was something you were 100% ready to do. this was your first time— your first time with him, and he wanted to make sure you felt special.

you two were in a car when asked, a little hard but not entirely impossible. he found a discreet dark spot, turning off the lights to the car and locking it as he climbed to the backseat. you followed him to the back, sitting next to him as he admired your shy state.

“is it ok if i touch you baby?” he was always so gentle with his choice of words.

you agreed to it, letting him cup your face as his lips moved sensually against your own. he’d pull your body closer to his, leaning against the car wall as your knee wedged itself between his thighs. his poor cock twitched at your action, growing slowly against your knee and scaring you just a bit. he slipped his tongue between your lips, the kiss soon growing hotter as you two engulfed each other.

jongho’s lips trailed down to your neck— sucking on it softly in different places but making sure to not leave a mark. his hand snaked up your waist, pushing your shirt with it as he yearned to pull it off of you. his thumb brushed against your nipple, earning a soft moan out of you as they hardened.

“you like that?” he’d rub your nipple just softly with his thumb. “tell me you like it baby.”

he pulled your pants down, leaving you in only your panties as his fingers rested against your clothed folds. he would rub his hand slightly, creating little friction between the cloth and your bud. your wetness seeped through your underwear, only making him want to tear them off of you. your sweet moans filled the car as he stuck his hand into your panties, feeling your warm and wetness coat his fingers.

your shirt was thrown into the floor at this point and his mouth was all over your chest. his tongue would work at your nipples, flicking and sucking them until they grew swollen as his hand toyed with your heat. he adored seeing you squirm, seeing how worked up he was getting you without even being inside of you yet.

“jjong please.” it was barely above a whisper as your desperation to be stuffed grew within you. “need you.”

he followed your wishes, pulling his pants down and taking his aching cock out from his underwear. a quiet groan escaped him as the tip of his member leaked slightly, stroking it a few times to ease the pain. your eyes widened at his length, seeing how he was not only long but had girth. it scared you just a bit, wondering if your mind would play tricks on you to make you think it would hurt. jongho held your hand, caressing it softly as an attempt to reassure you.

“we don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

you shook your head quickly, moving yourself to get on top of his member. you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the quick sharp pain you were about to feel from his size. jongho hissed as your cunt slowly makes its way down his girth, his grip on your waist tightening. your walls clenched repeatedly around his cock and a soft moan escaped you as you took a moment to adjust to him.

“just like that baby. you’re doing so well already.”

jongho kept his hands on the sides of your waist, his breath becoming harsher as you rode him slowly. your whimpers filled the car’s silence as you felt his cock up against your cervix, practically pushing against it. his aching cock stretching you out with every squeeze that your walks forced upon him.

“so good..” you managed to mumble, throwing your head back as you got used to his length.

his hand snaked up your shirt and caressed your tits, his thumb swirling around the nipple softly. it was his mere attempt at getting a rise out of you. and boy did it work. you sped up just a bit, your whimpers turning into desperate moans. the ridges of your walls ran along his cock, squeezing him with every inch you took.

jongho was fighting to not cum in you, especially not this quickly. he wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible without tiring you out. he leaned over, his lips brushing past your ear and his breath making the hairs on your neck dance.

“you ride me so good baby.” your heart was racing at his words. “keep going like this and i might have to fill up this little hole of yours.”

it went on for minutes, all while jongho made sure you were okay. he knew he was pretty big, but he also knew you were a big girl. of course you could handle it.

he noticed your movements quickening with every passing second. your desperation, your urge to reach your high. the way your arms wrapped around his neck as your moans turned into high pitched whines.

“gonna cum for me princess?”

you nodded your head pleadingly, wanting nothing more than to leave a mess ontop of him. jongho’s hand held your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his dark hooded eyes. he tilted his head at you, raising an eyebrow.

“what was that? couldn’t hear you over all that whining you’re doing.”

he began fucking you from under, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pounding against your sweet spot. you felt your walls caving in from his movement, squeezing his swollen cock.

“yes, yes, yes. please let me cum jjong.”

a small smile crept across his face as he kissed against your neck, whispering dirty praises into your ear to get you going.

“that’s my good girl.. you’re so pretty when you listen.. look at how well you’re taking it..”

within moments you fell apart on top of him. your walls sparked uncontrollably as your cream coated his member, making him finish quickly after you. jongho wrapped his arms around you and held you closely as you both rode out your highs, his teeth sinking into your skin as his hot load shot into you.

he held you like this for some time, his chin resting on your head as you rested it on his shoulder. you didn’t wanna move from this position— trying to make the most out of losing your virginity while keeping a good memory with it.

“you ok baby?” he mumbled, making sure not to started you.

you nodded your head, keeping your body close to his as you calmed down. yet even after the heat of it all, a part f you wanted more.

no— you craved more.

“want you.”

jongho’s eyes widened at your request, laughing quietly as he rubbed your back.

“if that’s what you want, then i’ll make good use of it.”

a/n: sorry this took me so long! i’ve been so caught up with work lately & didn’t have the energy to finish quicker :(