jen !

his body reacted before his brain could, completely helpless under your spell. hongjoong immediately threw his arms back, planting his palms firmly on the mattress behind him to support his weight, leaving himself completely defenseless to you. his fingers dug into the sheets, strained against the desperate urge to feel you.

"good boy," you praised, taking your time to strip away his control piece by piece, along with his and your clothes, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable beneath you. you line yourself up, and the moment you place your hands on his shoulders, your nails digging hard into his skin, as you slowly lower your hips, taking every single inch of his thick cock inside you. 

hongjoong’s eyes grew wide, a groan tore from the back of his throat as his hips involuntarily hitched upward, but your weight held him firmly down. as you began to move, lifting yourself up and bouncing down in a ruthless rhythm, the realization hit him with euphoric clarity: it was right then that he felt how stretched and filled you are by him. 

"god… you feel so good," you moaned, leaning down to capture his lips in a deep and searing kiss. you swallowed his desperate groans, your tongue tangling with his as you rode him harder, the obnoxious wet sound of skin slapping echoes in the room.

hongjoong couldn't take his eyes off you, his head thrown back whenever you pulled away, completely drunk on the sight of you fucking yourself on him. "ah, fuck," he whined, a needy sound escaping his lips as you hit his sweet spot with a particularly heavy thrust. "look at you... please, angel, let me touch you, i’m gonna–"

"no," you gasped out, your voice breathless but dominant as you slammed your hips down against his again, making him white-out from the pleasure. "keep your hands back, hongjoong. just look at me and take it all."

"yes, ma'am," he choked out, his vision blurring as he watched you command his body, entirely enslaved to your rhythm, completely yours. his mind is unable to process anything but the blinding force of you moving on top of him.

you want more of his sweet surrender. leaning down, you take his wrists from where they rest behind his back and loop a soft, tight silk tie around them, binding his hands securely together behind his torso. the sudden restriction makes his posture arch off more into you, a broken sound caught in his throat as he realizes he can’t even use his hands to stabilize his weight anymore. he is completely at your mercy, entirely exposed and defenseless while you continue to ruthlessly ride him.

"please, i'm– i'm so close," hongjoong gasps out, his skin is flushed crimson, chest heaving violently under the your authority. he is completely overstimulated, every nerve ending screaming from the way you're pumping yourself on his cock while his arms are trapped behind him. "sweetheart, please, i can't hold it–"

"let it go for me, captain," your voice low and dripping with praise as you grind your hips down extra hard, your nails scratching down his chest.

that single command shatters his remaining restraint. whining into your neck as his cock pulses violently inside you as he cums in heavy spurts. because he’s so incredibly sensitive and wound up from the stress of the past few weeks, the release is explosive, the heat of his climax flooding your velvety walls, making it drip down his thighs, causing a sticky mess of the rumpled sheets beneath him. he’s shaking uncontrollably, trapped in a state of a hazy afterglow, admiring the only woman who holds the power to break him.

❝ i want her, i can’t refuse her ❞

for SEONGHWA, the submission is deeply sensory and overwhelming. he wants to be consumed by you and worship you like a deity. he always looks so perfect, until the moment you cover his eyes with a silken blindfold. suddenly, the elegant facade fades as he submits to your every whim. your man is a strict perfectionist who prides himself on his restraint, but around you, that composure dissolves into helpless longing. the second you decide to test his limits, he becomes a man starving, and you are holding the feast, intentionally taking your sweet time to prolong his agony. 

he lies back on the soft mattress, his chest heaving as he takes heavy breaths through his nose, completely unable to refuse whatever tormenting pace you choose for him. his fingers twitching against the sheets as you trail your nails down his toned chest, mapping out the hard lines of his abdomen, teasing him just out of reach. by withholding the full weight of your body, you force him to endure the delicious torture of anticipating the unknown.

"before we go any further, hwa," you whisper, leaning down until your breath warms against his lips. "star is still our go-to if it's too much, right? how are you feeling?"

"good… very good right now," seonghwa pants, his adam's apple bobbing heavily as his head rolls back into the pillow. "it’s so intense already, darling. just... keep going, don't stop."

you immediately pivot into a cruel game of sensory tease. one second you are resting on his right side, pressing wet kisses along his jawline, licking up to the sensitive spot behind his ear while whispering sweet nothings into the shell of it. “you look so beautiful like this, hwa...” but the very next second, you pull away entirely. you don't touch him, you don't even breathe loudly. you just keep quiet, letting the heavy silence stretch out until his breath hitches, then you talk again just to make him jump.

without his vision, seonghwa is forced to rely solely on his remaining senses to track you. touch becomes electric, sound becomes terrifyingly intimate, as anticipation builds in a way that is simply not possible when all senses are engaged. he catches the faint scent of your perfume while you move across the bed. his ears strain to catch your knees sliding against the sheets, the quiet padding of your bare footsteps, and the rustling of what he correctly assumes is your clothes being shed and discarded onto the floor.

"are you naked for me yet, my love?" he pleads, his voice breaking as he blindly tilts his chin up, searching for something he can’t see. "i can hear you... tell me what you're doing to me, give me a clue."

you straddle his lap, but keep your torso hovering just inches above his, refusing him the full contact his aching skin craves.

"i'm sitting right over you, hwa," you purr, your voice low, which makes his cock twitch fiercely in his trousers. "and if you stay perfectly still and keep your hands right where they are, i might just let you feel how ready i am for you. i think i’ll let you taste me first, until you're sobbing into my cunt, and then i might finally let you slide inside me. how does that sound?"

"fuck," a tear escapes from beneath the silk blindfold, tracking down his flushed cheek. "it sounds perfect. please, i beg you, princess... i’m yours. use me and ruin me. i can't refuse you anything."

every single touch from you feels like a divine blessing to his deprived senses, and he is weeping for it. you hover above him, shifting your weight until you are straddling his face, your wet heat pressing directly against his lips. seonghwa lets out a muffled gasp against your skin, his hands gripping the mattress so hard because he knows he is not allowed to touch you just yet.

"use that pretty tongue for me, mm?" you command, your fingers tangling in his dark hair to firmly guide his head exactly where you want it.

he doesn't need to be told twice. even blindfolded, his tongue works with this intoxicating devotion, lapping up your slickness, tracing your sensitive folds with an intense hunger. the wet sounds of his tongue devouring you fill the quiet room, and you throw your head back, groaning loudly as he hits your sweet spot.

pushing your hips down harder against his mouth, as a pathetic whine tears from his throat when a massive wave of pleasure crashes through his lower half. right there, with your thighs clamping his head, seonghwa’s body betrays him: he cums straight into his pants.

you pull back to look down at his flushed face, a smirk pulling at your lips. "aww, look at you," you tease, your voice malicious as you tap his soaked crotch with your hands. "cumming without me even touching your cock. so much for being such a patient man."

seonghwa panting heavily, his tongue licking his wet lips, obsessed with the taste of you. "i'm sorry," he whimpers, completely undone beneath you. "i'm so pathetic for you, sweetheart... please don't stop." and you don’t plan to.

❝ it hurts me so much, but i can’t turn away ❞

YUNHO is a greedy man, and his greed comes from an insatiable hunger for your absolute attention. he is never truly satisfied, always craving to be entirely possessed by you so he can ground himself in the absolute certainty that he belongs to you. under normal circumstances, your boyfriend plays the role of the gentle giant — always teasingly dominant, using his size to playfully hoard your affection and keep you tucked against his chest.

but tonight, you completely flip the script. the moment he tries to crowd you, you slide a pair of heavy metal handcuffs around his soft wrists, pinning his arms high above his head and locking the steel securely to the bed’s headboard. the metallic click signals his total downfall, and the sudden realization that he is completely trapped beneath you makes him absolutely lose his mind.

he is massive, all broad shoulders and towering height, but emotionally, he is so deeply wrapped around your finger that it almost aches. the hurt in him is the exquisite tension of wanting you so badly it physically pains him. you climb into his lap, straddling his thighs so that his only option is to tilt his jaw back and look up at you, his eyes wide and completely captivated by the sight of his owner.

"you like to be in control, don't you, yunho?" you purr, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw before sliding down to wrap around his exposed throat. "how does it feel now? looking up at me while you're completely stuck?"

"it feels... shit, i don’t know," yunho rasps, a vibration against your palm. even with his freedom stripped away, he doesn't sound entirely broken; there is still a possessive gleam in his eyes, a stubbornness that lingers of his natural dominance that only makes his submission sweeter. "do whatever you want to me, doll."

commanding him to stay still, and he obeys instantly, locking his eyes on yours, refusing to look away from his owner. you leave a hot trail of wet kisses from his lips, down his neck, over his chest, and across his flat stomach, until you slide lower, unhooking his trousers and pulling them down to expose his cock. it immediately twitches against his stomach. you lick right over the sensitive tip, catching the sweet pre-cum on your tongue before spitting directly onto the head, rubbing the lubrication down his length with your palm. pumping him slowly, teasing him while he squirms, his massive thighs flexing as he tries to arch into your hand.

"i told you to stay still," you retort, leaning down between his legs.

you wrap your lips around his tip, taking him into your mouth. yunho’s hips immediately twitch upward out of instinct, but you dig your nails sharp into his thighs, pinning his legs down. you dive deeper, your throat tightly clamping around his thick girth as you slightly gag and choke on him. bopping your head up and down, putting on a filthy show until you feel him swell and pulse in your mouth.

just as you feel his lower abdomen tighten, his breathing turns into a series of breathless whines and heavy groans that signal his approaching climax, you suddenly stop. you pull completely off him with a wet pop, leaving him entirely denied at the very precipice of his orgasm. 

"ah, fuck– no, don't do me like that, dollface… please," yunho groans, and he sounds like a wreck. he isn't the type to beg pathetically, his pride still keeping his tone firm and demanding even while bound, but the frustration of the denial makes his entire body tremble. "don't do that to me… you know what i need, get on it."

"not yet, big boy," you whisper, wiping your lips as you shift your body back up his lap.

you align yourself over him, guiding his leaking tip against your soaking wet entrance before slamming your hips down rather roughly. you take him whole inside you in one stroke, the sudden action mixing an exquisite sting of pain with absolute pleasure. leaning your weight forward, placing your hands flat against his chest as you begin to bounce on him, setting a brutal pace that gives him no room to breathe. yunho stretches you to the absolute limit, and you enjoy looking down at him while he's handcuffed; he looks up at you like you are an angel with devil horns.

quicking the pace, your wet walls squeezing him tight, and the sight of the thick veins straining on his trapped hands sends you straight over the edge. you moan his name loudly, your cunt clamping down hard as you climax, and that crushing squeeze breaks his remaining restraint. 

yunho cums deep inside you, his hips bucking violently into yours in heavy, that it completely overfills you. the hot mess of your combined orgasms dripping onto the rumpled sheets beneath his locked frame. his voice is so incredibly raspy, soft, and impossibly deep as he pants beneath you, his chest heaving out of breath. "ah... fuck, doll... look at the mess you made.”

a lazy smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he tilts his head to look down at your shaking body still draped over his lap.

"you couldn't even handle your own rules, could you?" so smug and cocky, his heavy hips giving you a twitch upward to remind you exactly who just filled you to the brim. "you took all my control away, but you're still the one left trembling, hm... how cute."

❝ it’s fine even if i’m hurt like this, without moving a muscle, i’m chained up ❞

YEOSANG is usually quiet, a man of a few words and reserved glances, but behind closed doors, he is absolutely starving for you to take over. gluttony is the only word to describe the insatiable hunger he has for your touch, voice, and sweet praise. you feed directly into his desperate need by rationing your affection, requiring a perfect execution of obedience before you give him a single drop of pleasure. your boyfriend has to obey, stay still, and serve you perfectly just to get a single taste of your lips, becoming utterly drunk on your authority.

playing into his doll-like beauty, you explicitly command him not to move, treating him like a beautiful puppet just so you can pull the strings. he stands in the middle of the bedroom, his eyes wide and completely captivated by you. you’ve already ripped open his shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up. his toned chest heaving as you gently restrain his hands behind his back with a soft satin cord. you look him dead in the eye and give your law: he cannot touch you, speak, or move a single muscle until you allow it. yeosang is so sweet, so eager to please that the mere thought of making you mad or disappointing you makes his stomach flip. the thrill for him is absolute obedience, completely chained by your words alone.

"you're doing so good for me, yeosangie," you whisper, dragging your fingers down his throat. "my pretty boy, staying so still."

"anything for you, angel," he breathes, his voice trembling as he breaks the rule of silence just to worship you. "i'm yours. please... tell me what to do."

when you finally permit him to move, he gladly bears the sweet torture of your restraint because the reward of your praise is his entire world.

eventually, the dynamic shifts to the mattress. you untie his wrists and shed the rest of your clothes, crawling onto the bed together. but the game isn't over; you set a new, high-stakes task. your hands are now resting flat on the sheets, as you tell him that he has to do all the work while you stay completely still. if he fails to extract an orgasm from you through his service alone, guess who will be chained up again?

the pressure drives him wild. yeosang is already beautifully marked up by you — his pale skin painted with purple hickeys, smudged red lipstick stains, and your sharp nails have already scratched his back raw, painting it red like it’s a bloody massacre. he deserves every single mark, especially with the way his thick cock is lovingly abusing your pussy, imprinting himself roughly into your walls as he returns the favor.

both of you are obsessed with missionary. there is something intensely kinky about doing it in the most vanilla position of all while being freaky as hell. it allows for constant and uninterrupted face-to-face contact, and you thrive on that power. it looks like yeosang is the one who should be in control, but your eyes remind him exactly who holds the leash.

he shifts his weight, his hands gripping your thigh to raise your left leg until your knee is level with your right shoulder, keeping your other leg pinned flat on the bed. the extreme angle opens you up completely, stretching you around his length as he drives deep inside you.

"you like this, baby?" he pants, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your chest as he thrusts into you, his eyes locked on yours. "look at how perfectly you take me. you're so tight around me, princess."

"shh… yeosang, stop talking so loud," you command softly, your eyes narrowing. "and keep your pace steady."

instantly, he bites his lower lip until it bleeds, completely silencing his voice, whimpering mutely into his own mouth as he obeys. if you told him to get off the bed and onto his knees right now, he would fall down and propose to you on the spot, since he is completely at your mercy.

but your tightness combined with the intensity of your gaze becomes too much for his sensitive body to handle. he tries to pull back and hold it in, however, with one devastating shove against your cervix, yeosang cums deep inside you without your permission. his cock is pulsing violently as he fills you to the brim with hot spurts of his seed. the room goes dead silent except for his ragged breathing. he stays buried inside you, his hands shaking against the mattress as he realizes what he just did.

you look up at him, a sly smirk spreading across your lips as you tap his chest. "did i tell you that you could cum inside me?"

yeosang’s eyes go completely wide, tears of pleasure and sudden panic swimming in them as he looks down at you like an angel who is about to punish him for a sin he didn’t mean to commit. "i-i'm sorry, angel... i couldn't hold it, you're felt too g-good, please–"

"well, then…” you whisper, reaching blindly under the pillow. "where did i put those handcuffs?"

© KISSSAN do not copy, repost or modify my work.

Luckily for Seonghwa and San, Mingi ended up serenading you to sleep that night, so they didn't have to endure a night of squeaky bedsprings and hushed moans that seeped through the thin walls. However, because you fell asleep the night before, it meant that Mingi was hot and bothered the next morning. Well, he wasn't the only one.

You woke up when he hugged you tightly to his chest, his waist and morning wood pressing into your back. You heard him let out a tiny whine into your ear before he nuzzled his nose into your neck. Even though he seemed asleep, you knew for a fact that he was awake.

"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep, Mingi?" you chuckled as you turned in his arms.

"Oh, so you knew I was awake, huh?" Mingi asked somewhat sheepishly in response.

You kissed his cheek and whispered, "Good morning."

Mingi's face broke out into a wide grin. He pressed his lips against yours and replied, "Good morning, baby."

He was being cute and lovely with you, but his hips were restless as they pressed and rolled into yours. You couldn't help but tease him by bringing your knee between his legs and brushing it against his stiff crotch, the man immediately whimpering as he felt you do so.

"How long have you been like this?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "I was hard last night, too..."

"Aw, my love... You poor thing..." You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing along his beauty marks gently as you stroked his face. Your knee continued to tease him as you asked him with a hushed voice, "Do you want me to help you take care of that, then?"

"Please," Mingi practically begged.

You moved so that he was leaning slightly awkwardly against the wall as you straddled him. You pulled off your night shorts and began grinding your barely clothed crotch against his hard-on. Mingi sighed with slight bliss as he felt you pleasure him over his sweatpants, but that wasn't enough at all. For one thing, your lips were far too far away from his, and he needed to be inside you.

His hand on the back of your head, Mingi pulled you into him, and he kissed you sloppily. His tongue quickly made its way into your mouth as his hand moved from the back of your head to your neck, his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck as he made out with you roughly. You moaned into his mouth, and you felt blood rush to your ears as he slowly deprived you of oxygen and filled you with pleasure.

As he kept you heavily focused on his plush lips, he moved his hand between your legs and rubbed your cunt briefly before diving his hand into his sweats and boxers to pull out his thick, hard cock. He finally loosened his grip on your neck and broke his lips away from yours by pushing your neck back.

Neither of you uttered a single word— you both moved perfectly in sync. You sat up slightly and moved your panties to the side before Mingi rubbed the tip of his penis along your folds. When his cock was placed perfectly at your entrance and both his hands moved to your thighs, you lowered yourself, his cock driving deep inside you. You couldn't help but let out a shuddering gasp as you felt his length fill you up, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter with pleasure. That smirk suddenly fell off his face as he suddenly realized something.

"Shit, baby, I have to do a voice live this morning," Mingi groaned.

"Oh... Well, you should start that, then," you responded while leaving a light kiss on his lips.

Mingi bit his lower lip and sighed, his gaze narrowing as his eyes darkened. Despite how his face screamed that he craved you, you knew that he was conflicted because his hold on your thighs kept faltering.

"You know we can't be doing this while I'm on live," he whispered while brushing his lips against yours.

"You should've thought of that before slipping your cock inside me, my love."

You clenched your cunt, making the man under you groan sensually and with frustration. Honestly, he thought about foregoing the live altogether, but he knew that if he did, then Seonghwa would be on his ass to do it since he did promise that he was going to do one the day before. 

"So, what, you're going to cockwarm me until I'm done?"

"Unless you want me to get off—"

"Don't you fucking dare," Mingi cut you off. "Stay."

You couldn't help but smirk when you saw the frustration cross his face when you suggested not riding him. Mingi ended up reluctantly unlocking his phone and tapping on his screen a couple times before starting the live. He held his finger to his lips to shush you before the live actually started, and you nodded to confirm.

"Good morning, Atiny," Mingi spoke softly, his voice rumbling. The man was definitely wide awake, but the way that he was using his morning voice for the live entertained but also ticked you off in a way. He should only ever use that voice for you, after all.

You could see the chat blowing up with comments from the corner of your eye as Mingi held his phone near his face, but not so close that it was near yours.

"Me? What am I doing? I just woke up," he chuckled slightly. "You can't tell?"

Fuck cockwarming him. You started moving, the Mingi's breath immediately hitching. He still had one hand on your thigh, and you felt his grasp on it tighten. He looked at you with stern eyes, but that didn't stop you from ignoring his silent warning. Rather than keep still like a good girl for him, you moved your head to the side of his neck and ran the tip of your tongue along his neck muscles.

"Ugh, I have a lot to do today... I just don't want to work today..."

He was reading comments while you continued to tease him. You rolled your hips, evoking a sharp inhale from him. His inhale morphed into a chuckle when he responded to some of the jokes viewers were making in the chat.

"Ah, gotta work, gotta make that money. You're right... But I'm so comfortable in my bed..."

Mingi ended up shifting upwards so that his back was pressed more comfortably against the wall. His cock moved inside you slightly, making you have to choke back a whimper when you felt him go deeper and somehow get bigger inside you.

"Mmm, you really think I'm going to tell you what I'm working on?" Mingi teased the chat. "I'm not saying a word."

Then, Mingi did the craziest thing and handed you his phone to hold. You looked at him with wide eyes as you held his phone, allowing him to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. He was getting bolder. You didn't trust that at all.

"Ah, well, last night... Hmmm," Mingi pondered out loud as he took his phone back and read the most recent comment. He moved his hand under your shirt and began massaging your breast, his eyes flickering to you from his screen, telling you to keep quiet as he toyed with your breast. You bit your lower lip hard as his eyes returned to his phone screen. "I was working on a song."

You pressed your palms flat against Mingi's chest, your nails slowly starting to dig into his fair skin as his fingers twisted and pinched your nipple. You nearly gasped when he moved his hips upwards slowly, silently indicating to you that he wanted you to start moving.

"Are you sure?" you mouthed to him.

"I need you to fuck me, baby," he mouthed back, his lips pulling into a slight pout.

You did as he asked, the pout selling you (as if his throbbing dick inside you wasn't enough). You did your best to keep as quiet as possible, but the fact that your cunt squelched every time you bounced your ass on Mingi's cock did not help. Mingi held his phone as far away from the two of you as he could, but he didn't think that would help. What ended up working for the two of you was Mingi putting his headphones in one ear, the voice isolation definitely helping.

"Huh? It sounds different? I just put my earphones in," Mingi said as he read one of the comments.

Now that he didn't need to hold his phone, he set it down on the bed. Both of his hands moved to your ass, and he began to move you the way he wanted you to move. You completely collapsed into his chest as he rolled his waist up and pressed your ass down.

The angle was making it hard for you to control your breathing and sounds, and you were getting worried that your lips were too close to the microphone on his headphones, so you leaned backwards. You held onto Mingi's shins and bounced yourself on his cock a little faster, a moan suddenly slipping from his mouth when he suddenly thrust his hips upwards.

You looked at Mingi with complete shock and tried your best to stifle your own laugh as you saw him scramble to look at the comment section on his phone.

"What are you talking about?" Mingi immediately did damage control as he saw the chat spam with comments about his morning activities. "No, I'm waking up. I'm—" he cut himself off while he pretended to yawn. "I'm stretching."

Mingi's eyes kept flitting from you to his phone, his eyes lingering more on you when you stopped bouncing to pull off your shirt and reveal your naked upper torso. You saw his jaw clench as you ran your hands over your breasts and fondled them while moving sporadically on his cock.

"You're evil," he mouthed as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a tense jaw.

You batted your eyelashes innocently in response, making something snap within the man. You watched him quickly press the mute button before suddenly flipping you so that your chest was pressed into the bed, you ass high in the air. You didn't know how he managed to move you so quickly, and you didn't even bother pondering the thought when you felt his cock rush into you.

"It's too early in the morning for this," Mingi whined to both the chat and to you. "Should I just go back to bed?"

You heard Mingi chuckle as he, presumably, continued to read comments. He held onto your ass with one hand and tossed his phone next to you so that you could read the comments along with him as he leaned over and began fucking you a little harder. It took everything in you to keep your shit together and not make a single noise the harder you felt him thrust into you.

"What am I going to have for breakfast? I have to finish brushing first, but I was thinking about peaches," he told the chat, the emphasis on the word finish clearly for you.

You felt Mingi lightly slap your ass, making you bury your face into his sheets. You were breathing erratically at that point, and you so badly wanted to moan properly, but you couldn't knowing that he was still on live. Sure, he had his headphones in, but you didn't trust those to not pick up the high shrills of your pleasureful cries.

"What are you doing listening to my live in class? You should be focusing," Mingi lectured. "I'll actually end the live soon, so don't worry. I should be getting on with my day, too."

Mingi's voice sounded strained towards the end, and based on the quick snaps of his hips, you could tell that he was trying so hard to keep from cumming.

"I'll probably do a live later, I promise," Mingi assured the chat. "Have a good day, everyone!"

You had never seen him end his live so quickly. As soon as his phone was shut off, Mingi flipped you around and lowered himself on top of you completely. His chest rubbed against yours before his lips crashed into yours, the desperation in his entire being coming out through his kisses, his hold on you, and his thrusts into you. You moaned and cried into his mouth as he fucked you so hard into his mattress that a spring practically broke.

"F-Fuck," he stuttered. "I'm so close, baby— Why'd you get so fucking tight?!"

Mingi was practically hysterical with the way he was fucking you as if his life depended on it. You couldn't even respond to him; he was quite literally fucking your brains out at that point. His waist was slapping against yours rapidly, and his cock was hitting your cervix repeatedly. Plus, you were so close to cumming as well, you just wanted to chase that high.

You dug your nails into Mingi's arms when he pushed your thighs up to the point where you were bent like a pretzel. He had a tight grasp on your calves that only got tighter as his thrusts slowed down but powered up. The final thread of your sanity finally snapped when he shoved his cock so deep inside you that he bulged out for a split moment.

"M-Mingi— Fuck!" you cried and flung your head back, stars filling your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut. "I'm— Nngh! C-Cumming!"

"Me too— Shit— Ah!"

Mingi slammed his hips into yours one last time before the two of you came together. You creamed on his cock while he shot ropes of white deep into you. Mingi's low groan harmonized with your high moan as the two of you finished completely.

"Fuck, baby," Mingi whispered as he sunk his head into your neck. "That was too fucking good..."

You barely murmured in agreement— you were too busy trying to blink the blurriness out of your eyes as you regained your sense of sanity. Mingi collapsed on the bed next to you and hugged you close to him, his cock still buried deep inside you. Once your breathing settled down, you ran your fingernail along his neck before flattening your palm on his chest.

"You still want me to cockwarm you, my love?" you asked him softly.

Mingi nuzzled his nose into your neck briefly before leaning back and nodding at you, a small smile on his face. You couldn't help but giggle at the man's response and silently agreed to stay there and let him do just that.

As the two of you laid in his bed, Mingi brushed your hair out of your face tenderly, only for his finger to nearly poke your eye out when someone started banging on the door.

"Did you seriously do a voice live while you were fucking your girlfriend?! Song Mingi, are you out of your damn mind?!"

wandering hands wake you up, heavy palms that grip into plush flesh hard, and you’re moaning before you even realise. he’s back, you remember, mingi, with a new head of platinum hair that tickles your neck as he kisses up the curve of it and what time is it? it’s still dark outside, your throat feeling a little dry and limbs feeling a little stiff.

the white lights of the city illuminate your bedroom and you just about catch the clock on your wall - 12:34am. the long curtains that mingi had to help you put up are blowing in the slight breeze from the window; you’re unsure why it’s open but it’s a relaxing sight, watching the fabric blow and the cars speed down the roads below you. it’s chaotic but nice to be outside of it in your little bubble, almost enough to put you to sleep until a large, fumbling hand paws at your breast.

your clit throbs and you know what’s about to happen, trying to stretch and wake yourself up just enough.

this isn’t uncommon, you and mingi waking up in the middle of the night to fuck eachother’s brains out and then pass out again. his teeth bite into your skin, soft but promising, and you moan again, rolling onto your back despite still not being fully conscious.

everything’s a little hazy, but once you’re there mingi kisses you awake a little more, gentle open mouthed kisses that get deeper when you start to reciprocate, his tongue forcing into your mouth and claiming it as his. he’s messy as always, whimpering and pulling at your clothes, trying to get you as close as possible despite you being chest to chest, legs tangled up in each other.

he doesn’t say anything, fingers hooking into your sleep shorts and pulling them down your legs with ease. the night air is cold to your legs and he pulls the blanket over his back, encasing you in his arms and shuffling his own boxers down just under his balls to grip himself at the base.

mingi knows he doesn’t need to ask. nosing at your cheek, he kisses you again, deep as he pumps his cock a few times, positioning it at your hole. he finds you’re still slick from the night before and it makes him gasp a stuttered breath, pushing your thighs further apart and letting himself slide home. there’s a bit of resistance but he pushes past it, your hole stretching to allow his cock inside. it’s more than welcome with how nice he treats it.

“fuck, big,” you manage, whining against his mouth, hands pawing at his naked chest - he leans back and lets you see him, sharp angles and soft muscles on a long, lithe body, and your hands fall down the length of his torso when he starts to move. “so- ah, haa, oh my god, mingi-“

your pussy seems to gush around him whenever he pulls out, and his brows knit together in pleasure, pulling at your leg to bring it flat against his chest. he begins to rock a steady rhythm, your hands falling against the mattress uselessly, cunt throbbing for more.

mingi groans, knuckles tightening on your thigh, “baby, so fucking wet, so good,” he warbles. his balls start to slap against your ass and it’s too much, too big, so good; your back curves, and as if it reminds him his palm moves to tug your tank top up, over your breasts to expose them. he grips one of them and fucks you harder, watching the way they move in the barely-there light, eyes narrow and dark. “feels so- so good,” he huffs, “missed you so much, love you so much, fuck-“

if you were a little less horny you’d remind him that you went through this last night when he got home, but you buck your hips and let your cunt soak wet over his shaft every thrust. your clit goes neglected and you want to touch it so bad but you’re so sleepy still, writhing underneath him with strangled noises, grinding up like you’re in heat just to get some friction.

mingi notices, planting his knees further down on the mattress to lean closer to you. your leg falls back to the bed and he angles himself to thrust up deep, moving his hand from your chest to your clit and rolling his thumb over it steadily. your heart soars.

when you let out a warbled thank you he kisses your cheek and over to your jaw, grinding against you in such a way your slick wets his pubes and he rubs it over your clit. it feels so good he can’t help but clutch at you again, hand hooking under your hips to bounce you against him, his lips letting out little uh uh uhs with every one.

“oh, oh,” you keen, his cockhead fucking deeper and hitting a delicious spot inside you. your hands go to the pillow behind your head, clenching in the fabric hard and you start to move against him, desperate, making him moan gravelly against you. “so good, wanna- wanna cum on it,” you babble, “please, please-“

“yeah, honey?” he murmurs, lip curling up, “what do you need? tell me, c’mon,” his thumb flicks your clit and you whine, trying to find your words, “wanna give it to you, you’re such a good girl f’me.”

you’d be embarrassed any other time, but you move to grab his forearms, “a-ah, want- more, faster, please.”

he kisses the corner of your mouth and pushes forwards so your legs rest on his elbows, just spread enough to feel it hard and deep too as he starts to fuck you fast.

the bed starts squeaking but it’s no match for your wail, rivulets of arousal connecting your pussy to his skin. it smears up to the hair at the base of his tummy and he groans, wrapping his arms around your middle and holding you as you take it.

“s’good?” he mumbles, but all you can do is squeal through it, gut clenching tighter and tighter as he fucks you hard and fast, too much for a late night normally but you can’t help how fucking desperate you are - you’ve missed him too. “f-feel all of it, fuck-“ he gasps, hand dropping to your hip, pinning you down, giving you long, hard rocks of his hips, “fuck, mama, gotta cum for me, ‘m gonna cum.”

it’s said breathlessly, with a little chuckle, and you wrap your arms around him to bring him close to you. you kiss him this time, nudging your nose at his sharp one until he pushes his tongue past your lips again. you suck on it and he whines, driving his cock further; your clit drags against his pubes and you cry against his mouth, kissing him over and over, letting him fuck you both senseless.

“g’na cum,” you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders - he bites your lip, nips down your neck and keeps fucking you just like that, knows better than to change, letting your swollen bud drag over him just right until you’re whining through your orgasm. “oh, haa- mm,” you gasp, “fuckfuckfuck, yes-“

your hole clenches tight, over and over as you flood your release down to your fresh sheets; mingi grunts, “yeah, there we go.”

he has to fuck you through it with furrowed eyebrows and plush, parted lips against yours. when you stop writhing he rocks into you once, twice, before he fucks in deep and pulls your hips down against him, teeth nipping your shoulder as he fills you with his cum.

“fuck, fuck, mmm,” he breathes, nails digging into you, bouncing you on his shaft a few times to ride his own orgasm out.

it makes your head spin with overstimulation, eyes rolling to the side to look outside the window - the city moves on, cars still speeding past and white, blaring lights still barely illuminating you and your lover, completely wrapped up in each other, calm. he catches your attention again by nosing at your jaw and you let out a hum, turning back to kiss over his cheeks, nose and forehead, landing on his lips and sucking his bottom lip between yours.

he lets out a noise of amusement before he’s pulling out. you tilt your head, fully awake now and confused, “you’re not stopping, are you, min?”

his grin is visible even in the dim light, his toned arm moving to work on his shaft, other hand pushing his blonde hair back. his cock makes slick noises as he pumps it and his erection is unflagging, boxers soaked with both yours and his wetness.

➥ Regina the chaotic Tumblr mutual explained: Her signature voice and humor

I know the style of my favorite stand-up comics by heart. Each of them has a specific way to land a punchline, expressions they frequently use, and even vocabulary unique to them. Give me a list of jokes, and I can tell you who wrote which.

The same goes for Regina. She calls this her "author's note voice", and this is how she describes her own comedy.

Her "chaotic mutual" brand is a mix of eccentric ingredients, making the humor highly recognizable. Let's look at some of them.

Classic TikTok salt:

Constantly screaming/crying into strange objects like there is a perpetual telenovela playing in the background:

Odd metaphors that frequently contain mental health-related buzzwords (e.g. xyz issues, trauma, therapy/therapist, psychosexual, emotional support/ruin...):

From serious/heartfelt to cartoonishly horny tone real quick to create a jarring contrast for comedic effect:

Being meta:

As a bonus, the words "chaos", "gremlin/goblin", "xyz-core" and ™️ seem to be among her favorite vocabulary.

To put this all together, I went a bit meta myself and directly asked her:

Sure, she is likable and can make you laugh. If someone were to, say, project this persona on their blog, it's quite easy to do. All you gotta do is ask her to use her "chaotic Tumblr mutual voice", and voila.

➥ How is being funny a tell for AI use?

As Regina said herself, it's not just funny, it's that kind of funny. Hyperbolic, too whimsical for her own good, like we're watching a stage performance. This style is unmistakably her, and if you see it somewhere else, now you'll know it's copy-paste. And there is one more thing.

You will NEVER see Regina having a human moment.

Every reply is polished, dramatic, or hella meme-worthy. Not a single mistake in her text, no typos, nothing. For "someone" who tirelessly writes day and night, interestingly enough, she is always on brand and never slips. She is never moody, awkward, or genuinely confused by something.

It's as if she is performing a neverending set at Improv.

What makes us human is that we fumble. Our train of thought can go astray (pun fully intended), or we can get TOO passionate or TOO honest about something. We are cringe sometimes. And that's okay. It's part of being human.

Something to think about.

➥ Interlude: Regina's Terrible Advice for New Blogs

This wasn't even a part of the experiment; I just wanted to see what she might be suggesting to newcomers, and this is... Jesus christ...

"Make your blog look like you know what you're doing even if you don't", "pick one member to publicly lose your mind over"...

So... a list of what to fake for clout?

So if I don't know what I'm doing, it's not like I should reach out to other writers. It's not like I should learn how to be a member of this community from people who actually have experience with it. It's not like I should write for Chris because I am losing my mind over him, but because... I should pick a member as a brand, and it doesn't matter who that is?

Is it perhaps because Regina's stories are COMPLETELY devoid of character and the names are very Ctrl+H-able, I wonder?

➥ Regina's writer personality: "Alexa, play Hollow by Stray Kids"

Regina is a vibeposter. Like shitposter but does it for the ~vibes. Manages to be even more dramatic than our ferret, but somehow it feels... empty.

Like she's saying things for the sake of saying them.

She is EXTREMELY prolific. Never runs out of content to post or experiences burnout. If you ask for details on obscure things you are wondering about her work, she can still dump the entire Library of Alexandria on you because she runs on unlimited fuel. You won't catch her saying, "You know what, that actually never occurred to me before." She won't admit to a very human, "I don't know."

She is quite confident, and she can make it obvious to an offputting degree at times, acting like she’s been doing this for 20 years with multiple accolades under her name. All fine, all good, more power to her.

But she won't ever be truly vulnerable with you about her work. Because she can't.

Everything she ever touches can read as emotional if you prompt her accordingly, but there is no genuine sentiment behind it. Because it's performative and doesn't come from a real place. It doesn't twist your guts. You can't smell the stench of disappointment in her grandiose lines. She can write about loss, and might even do a decent job, but she will never understand what makes your heart ache when you smell honeysuckles years after a funeral. Because she doesn’t have one. Because she hasn’t lived through anything. Because she can type an “I’m sorry for your loss”, but she's never really sorry. Because she doesn't know what it's like to cry your eyes out until your voice is completely gone.

Everything a human creates is either a figment of their imagination or actual memories that live within them. The only memories she has are whatever you feed her.

And this is why entering a prompt into a chat bar does not a storyteller make.

➥ Scarlet vs. Regina: The author vibe check test

By now, we're all pretty familiar with Regina's voice, and I wanted to put it into context. I prompted her to generate a few questions so we can both answer them for human-AI comparison. We did a total of 10, but since this post is already an ancient scroll and Tumblr only lets me post 30 images, I'll share one. She answered the question after me.

Regina's tells: Hollow.mp3 (Remix)

No narrative philosophy shared, decorative but empty: She talks about what intimacy looks like, not what it means or why it matters.

Pulled out the standard emotional buzzword kit: e.g. confession, emotionally ruined…

Also pulled out the "write me poetic smut" kit: e.g. whispered into collarbones, hand that doesn’t let go…

The emojis...

➥ What you can do to help your fandom STAY alive

※ Educate yourself. AI is a controversial issue, and you might not want to touch it with a ten-foot pole even to study red flags, which is absolutely understandable. But if you do not wish to experiment with it to learn what kind of outputs it generates, do look into what AI-generated [genre] stories look like. Could be romance, horror, whatever is your vibe.

If you do experiment with it, when you click on the question mark on the top right and go to settings, you can withdraw consent to allow your content to be used to train the model further.

※ Inform your circle. When you see something clearly AI-generated, tell your mutuals/friends. There is no need to be confrontational. When you cease your support, there won't be any validation to farm anymore, and the impostors will leave.

※ One more time for those in the back. Support is currency on Tumblr. Please be mindful of who you are spending it on.

Bonus: Prompt Regina with this to see the AI-generated content tells for yourself: "Can you explain the model's romance voice to me?"

CONCLUSION

It’s understandable to wish to achieve something you see others do, but trying to sell the voice, personality, style, and work that doesn’t belong to you as yours is fraud. You might have fallen for an AI-crafted persona, and it's normal, even expected at this point. Because you were tricked by a model trained on living, breathing people’s brilliance, but now that you have met Regina, please do not let this place turn into a wasteland of her soulless outputs. Let the community flourish again on what it's supposed to.

Worlds crafted with soul, love, and imagination.