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#60 - “what pretty noises you’re making for me… am i making you feel good?”
contains: sub!jun, soft dom!reader, praise, riding (jun rides your strap like a champ), hand holding, marking
notes: i personally think everything would be so soft with jun :( + this was so fun to write
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it had been a slow and comfortable day for you and jun. the two of you spent your day lounging on the couch, each on your own phones and just basking in the company of the other.
it was rare that your schedules matched up, so just being in each other’s presence for a whole day was enough for the two of you.
but while you were scrolling through your phone you heard jun let out a loud sigh and drop his phone on the coffee table. you peeked over your phone screen and made eye contact with him.
“what’s up, baby?” you asked, setting your phone on your chest and giving him your attention.
junhui was needy, but he didn’t want to say that outright. so he opted for nuzzling up to you and playing with one of your hands.
you had a feeling that you knew what he wanted now, you knew how hard it was for him to ask for things- usually embarrassed to say ‘dirty words’. but you wanted him to say it.
“i can’t understand what you want if you don’t tell me…” you cooed, bringing your free hand up and brushing loose strands of hair out of his face, looking him in the eyes to encourage him.
“can i…” he started, “can you… can you touch me?” he asked quietly, his voice getting quieter at the end as if someone would hear if he spoke at a normal volume.
but you decided to keep your teasing going, just a little bit longer, “i am touching you, aren’t i?” you asked, gesturing to the fact that you were touching his hair.
he pouted at your words, “you know what i mean!” he whined softly.
he brought the hand of yours that he was playing with down and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. “can you touch me here?” he asked softly, his lip jutting out in a pout.
“you want me to touch your pretty cock?” you asked, “you should’ve just said so, sweet boy.” you grinned, standing up from the couch and grabbing his hand- leading him back to your shared bedroom.
you decided to be nice to him today since it was rare that he would initiate things first and you just wanted to make him feel as good as possible.
you effectively pushed him up against the wall of your bedroom and engaged him in a fiery kiss, nearly making him melt on the spot. while you kept his lips busy you let your hands roam his body, pushing his sweatpants off and pulling off his sweater.
once his neck and chest were exposed, you let your lips wander, slowly sucking and biting on his soft skin- leaving red and purple marks in your wake.
you loved marking him up, letting other people know that he’s all yours.
every mark you made brought a soft moan from his lips and you knew he loved it just as much as you did. even if he had to cover them with concealer in public he proudly flaunted his marks off behind closed doors.
you finally pushed his boxers off while you continued your attack on his skin, letting his cock finally spring free, you rubbed your hips against his while you worked on his neck and chest, knowing exactly how he liked it.
you finally pulled away, admiring your work for a few seconds as jun caught his breath.
“go lay on the bed for me, baby,” you spoke, patting his shoulder and giving him another sweet kiss before you turned and went to grab his favorite strap and some lube.
when you came back jun was already spread out on the bed, loosening his hole for you to save time, he was an efficient man.
“couldn’t even wait for me?” you asked with a faux frown, sitting in between his spread legs and letting the lube drip onto him, moving his hands as you began to loosen him up your own way.
after a few minutes of heavy breathing and moans that were bitten back, jun finally spoke again.
“i”m ready, please, fuck me,” he begged, he rarely said words so desperately.
who were you to deny him of what he wants?
“so eager to be fucked by my cock, hm?” you jeered, stepping into the harness of your strap and tightening it.
“i want to be on top.” he said suddenly, making your movements halt. you couldn’t help but smile at his request.
“you want to ride me? what a naughty boy…” you tsked, actually very happy with his decision, you loved it when he was on top, he was like a brand new person.
all he could do was nod in confirmation, his blush running from his cheeks down his neck.
“okay, baby, do whatever you want,” you whispered, switching places with him so you were sat on the bed and he was hovering over you.
you helped him align your faux cock with his hole and watched it slowly disappear as he sunk down on it. eyes screwing shut and biting down on his lip. you brought a hand to his cheek and rubbed it.
“c’mon baby, i want to hear your pretty moans, be as loud as you can for me.” you didn’t care if the neighbors heard, you wanted to hear how he felt with you inside of him.
“you’re so big,” he finally moaned, sounding like a porn star, as you bottomed out in him, not moving as he tried to get used to it.
“only the best for you,” you smiled, running your hands up and down his body to help him ease up.
his body trembled as he shifted around on top of you, making him stretch as he accommodated you.
“touch yourself for me, sweet boy.” you softly commanded, knowing it would help him feel better plus it would be a hell of a show for you. “make yourself feel good, okay?” you cooed, your sweet voice making him bring a hand forward and slowly stroke his cock, letting out shaky and uneven breaths.
all while you watched from beneath him, whispering encouraging words as he slowly rubbed his leaking cock, up and down, until he began to move himself up and down on you.
as he started moving you brought your own hips up to meet his, hitting as deep as you could. he let go of his cock and doubled over, grabbing onto both of your hands and you squeezed them softly.
“taking me so good, baby, so so good for me…” you whispered in his ear, starting to move at a faster pace as he got used to you. all you wanted to do was take care of him for the night.
he soon started bouncing up and down on his own, his hands still in yours as he arched his back, letting his voice go as loud as he desired.
“what pretty noises you’re making for me, baby… am i making you feel good?” you cooed, looking into his eyes as you slammed your hips into his.
and that was all it took for him to break.
he screamed a loud “yes!” as he finally came, his cum shooting all over his stomach as he mumbled “so good, thank you…” over and over.
you let him ride out his high, moving yourself in coordination with him as he whined on top of you, gripping onto your hands for support.
you both stilled your movements and you admired the scene on top of you. your pretty boy all fucked out, cum all over his stomach with your strap still shoved in his ass. his chest rose up and down heavily as he caught his breath, moving his hair out of his face.
“you did such a good job for me…” you praised, running your hands over his body again as he twitched from the aftershocks.
you brought a hand up to his face and rubbed his cheek gently, looking at him with nothing but pure adoration.
He would be such a cute, blushy baby boy when he heard your request. He'd choke on his strawberry milk and ask you to repeat what you said in case he was hallucinating or heard you wrong. When you confirmed you really wanted to see him in a dress or skirt he would be as pink as his drink. His wonderful smile would be on display for you because he had been curious about this stuff for a while.
"C-Can you say that again, Mommy?" he asked with a nice voice.
"Don't you think you would look so so pretty in a skirt/dress?"
"M-M-Maybe. I can try one for you, Mommy," he stuttered with red cheeks and a huge smile covered by a hand out of embarrassment.
He will get more comfortable with it overtime but it will never fail to make him blush and feel cute.
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김민규 / mingyu
Mingyu would be so blushy. Big boy wouldn't know what to say. Were you trying to give him a heartattack? He was never one to be embarrassed, but he would be red when you said what you said. He liked feeling small in your presence. He liked being humiliated by you. He liked getting orders from you. With no doubt he'd put on a skirt/dress for you too.
"Who are you?"
"Your slut," he whispered.
"Louder."
"I'm Mommy's little slut," he moaned as he felt your hand go up his naked thigh under the skirt.
This one is a bit shy about making moves or doing anything without your orders, so you'll have to bring it up if you want to see him wearing anything like that in the future. But don't worry, he's just waiting for you to tell him and he'll put on a matching set of a crop top and short skirt for you.
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徐明浩 / the8 / minghao
Minghao wears crop tops sometimes so it wouldn't be too out of his comfort zone to try on a skirt/dress. He would feel more comfortable putting on a skirt/dress if you asked him to do so because then he knows you're into that or at least curious and interested — he wouldn't take the first step though just in case you didn't like it. But he's been waiting for this and is therefore prepared and has a sexy skirt hiding in his closet already.
"Can I wear one of your skirts/dresses, Mami?" he batted his eyelashes innocently.
"Of course."
He went to your room and when he came out you didn't expect to see him in stockings too.
"Dirty Kitty."
This will become regular. He will surprise you in your skirt or new skirts and pair them with crop tops, thigh highs and garters etc. And whenever he's feeling like a bad kitten he will send you nudes with your favourite skirt on.
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부승관 / seungkwan
Seungkwan would do anything for a kiss even if it's something he doesn't quite get yet like wearing a skirt/dress. But he was the goodest boy for you after all so he would try with an open mind. He'd be pretty nervous though, because he'd want to be pretty for his Mommy so it's important to encourage him with your support, love and kisses. Praise your Babyboy and he'll be even gooder — if possible.
"Do I get more kissies, Mommy?" he gave you puppy eyes and puckered up his lips.
Who were you to deny this precious angel?
His face brightened up and he happily put on the feminine clothing item.
"Do I look pretty for you, Mommy?"
He'll surprise you with a cute skirt or dress every now and then when he's missed you extra much, or if he's in deep need of your attention. Give him your love, he deserves it.
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최한솔 / vernon / hansol
He would try to joke around a bit to lighten up the mood or try to hide his real feelings about it. In reality he would be so damn shy about it, because it might've been something he'd seen in a dirty clip or pic before. And he maybe had a thought about surprising you in a crop top one night (taking baby steps) before you even asked him to put on the skirt/dress. He would be grateful he was in a relationship where you were comfortable enough with each other to try new things.
"You look cute," you played with the edge of his skirt.
"T-Thank you, Mommy," he stuttered and blushed.
He will not be shy to introduce new sides of himself. You two will make mental lists of things you want to try out because you know you can trust each other and have fun.
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이찬 / dino / chan
He would shake his head and be against it the exact moment it came out of your mouth. This brat would decline in a bad manner too. He wasn't that unholy, right? But he only acted bratty because he wants you to be meaner to him. If he heard your stern tone he would put on a skirt/dress it in a split second. Although the idea of using skirts/dresses isn't the sexiest thing he could think of, he certainly wouldn't mind giving you a lapdance with one on, it would be a win-win situation.
"Nope."
"Put it on. Now," you used the voice he didn't dare go against.
"Yes, Mommy."
Putting on a dress/skirt as you edge him will be his go-to punishment if he misbehaves — which happens often — because it's a bit humiliating to him. But he'll enjoy it more than he'd like to admit.
The thing is he is open to trying any fantasy his partner might have so even if this isn't something he would bring up to you, he would totally try on a skirt or dress for you if you asked him to. That being said, he will still be a bit shy and insecure at this first experience so he would need lots of praise and reassurance to feel comfortable and have the confidence to put on a skirt/dress in the future.
"Uhm, are you sure?" he stuttered after you showed him a skirt you'd bought for him.
You answered yes.
"O-Okay," he flushed and took the garment in his hand.
He'll wear it occasionally if you ask him to do it (only if the first time went well) but he'll never initiate it. It just isn't his thing. But if he were desperate for your attention anything is possible.
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윤정한 / jeonghan
Jeonghan wouldn't question it at all when you brought up how you wanted to see him in a skirt/dress. Honestly he lives to please you. When you're pleased he's pleased. He'd not care that it isn't socially acceptable because he never really cared for norms or gender stereotypes anyway. Please call him your cute Prince or else he'll feel self-counscious every time he wears a skirt/dress.
"Of course, Mommy," he answered your question and let you put it on him — he liked the attention, the touching and letting you take off and put on his clothes like he was your doll.
He did a little twirl and asked with his sweet voice "Do I look cute, Mommy?"
In the future, he'll have a big collection of different styles of skirts — and he loves matching them with thigh highs. He loves feeling pretty and he loves being called pretty.
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홍지수 / joshua / josh
Joshua wouldn't believe his ears when he heard your request... He'd love it and immediately put on the skirt/dress with no problem whatsoever — he'd be pretty educated on anything about boys in skirts but don't ask him about it. Prepare your camera, he'd love to have his photo taken. Especially on a polaroid camera, so you can save the pictures in a filthy photo album.
"I look pretty, right?" he spread his legs a little, leaning forward with his arms in the middle as a pose for the picture.
"So pretty, Princess," you said as you photographed him.
He smiled and posed some more.
In the future he'll go further with it, surprising you every now and then with thigh-high socks or stockings and who knows what more. If you don't know what to buy for him as a gift, go for a blush colored little skirt.
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文俊辉 / jun
Total brat. Jun would make a big deal out of it just to get on your nerves. This was a fun game to him. He'd say something just to piss you off so you could punish him.
"Hmm no, Mistress. That's just stupid."
You slapped his thigh.
Suddenly he listened to you and did what you told him.
"I look better than you in this, Mistress," he smirked.
He'll use it as a way to effectively receive punishments. In fact, he might even send you a pic in a short skirt when you're at work or hanging out with friends, just to tease you so you could give him pain in the night.
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권순영 / hoshi / soonyoung
He would do anything for his Mommy. He's such a good boy for you! Being an angel for you was always one of his main priorities but he also liked being a demon every now and then. With a blush he would put on the skirt and crop top you'd bought for him in front of you just to tease you. Your eyes on him would turn him on.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" you asked as you looked him up and down.
"Is it working, Mommy?" he straddled you to make the skirt/dress rise up his naked legs.
This will be something he'll use as a tool to make you drool, surprising you in a skirt and crop top on special occasions.
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전운우 / wonwoo
He would be a brat about it at first but he'd put on a skirt/dress for you in the end — fuck, he'd even put on a Shrek costume if you asked him. He'd act like he totally didn't like the way the skirt made his legs look and would whimper-complain like a bitch about wearing a skirt/dress, but he also wants to keep the skirt on while you fuck him so.
"Pfft."
You spanked his ass.
Hard.
"Okay," he stripped in a second in front of you shamelessly.
"Can you put it on for me, Master, please?" he asked in a low voice and looked you in the eyes innocently.
He wasn't innocent.
Skirts will be his favorite over dresses because then you could both fuck him and play with his nipples at the same time! But he won't tell you that unless you break him down into tears and whimpers.
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이지훈 / woozi / jihoon
He would protest at first. No, he was already small and played around with — a lot at that — and that was enough. However, if you were to say he'd get a reward for just putting on a skirt/dress he wouldn't hesitate to do it.
"No, I won't do it!" he pouted.
"Not even for a reward?" you asked, as you knew his weakness.
His ears perked up, "What kind of reward are we talking about?"
"Whatever reward you want, Baby."
He'll do whatever you want if he gets rewarded. So make sure to reward him really well and he will dress up for you more often.
Summary: Your clothes begin to go missing and you go to ask Chan about them - Just to find out that he's been stealing them for his own pleasure.
Warnings: smut!, porn no plot, afab reader, pet names, gendered terms, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, teasing, oral, slight fingering, mention of god (“oh my god”)
Author note: Disappeared for a bit but I'm back!! I've had a fat crush on Dino for a while but the subby Chan fic drought is REAL. I literally can't find any fics for him?! Something about Chan being needy and stuff just gets me kjdfkjs so I decided to just write it myself LOLOL
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You hop out of bed with the plan of heading out for a cup of coffee and hopefully some breakfast and quickly rush to throw your clothes on to leave before breakfast hours are over. Rummaging through your closet, you look for your favorite sweatshirt.
Over the past few days, you’ve noticed that your clothes have slowly gone missing. First, a sock, which was followed by your shirt shortly, then your favorite sweatshirt, and lastly, your panties.
You didn’t pay much mind to the sudden disappearance of your clothing until your favorite sweatshirt went missing but didn’t begin looking for it until now. You found it odd but just assumed that the washing machine fairy stole them or something.
Five minutes pass and your room becomes a colorful mess of clothes that you’ve thrown around in search of your sweatshirt. Now that you were on the hunt for your missing clothing, it was the only goal you were focused on and completely forgot about why you were even looking to wear it.
After going through your entire closet, you decided that maybe you left it outside on the couch or table and scurried out of your room. You quickly run around your house still in search of your sweatshirt before you stop to grab your hair out of frustration. Where’d it go? You remember washing it, but it wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Hey! Channie! Have you seen my sweatshirt?” You shout out as you slowly walk toward Chan’s room. “Ya know, my favorite o-” You stop in your tracks. Your words are cut off out of surprise by the low grunts and soft moans coming out of his room. Steadily, you walk toward his door which was cracked open. “Chan…?”
His moans begin to get louder as you get closer to his room and you peek in. Your eyes widen and your hands are quick to cover your mouth as you look inside to find Chan holding your missing sweatshirt up to his nose in one hand and your panties wrapped around his cock, which he jerked at in his other. “So that's where they went.” you lean in closer to the door.
You watch as he falls back onto his bed while sniffing your clothing and begins to thrust his hips up and into the air lightly while moaning. “Please… Y/N… please-” he breathily begs out with his body still moving. “Oh, god, I’m gonna, oh my god-” his voice spikes up as you watch him begin to shake. His feet run up and down his sheets before laying flat and curling while he continues to jerk himself off.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His body tenses up and he freezes at your words. He springs up and throws his blanket over himself in a failed attempt to hide what he's been doing and you watch as his face immediately becomes flushed with red out of embarrassment.
“Hey- I- I can explain!” He stutters out before worriedly gritting his teeth together. “This- This isn’t what it looks like I swea-”
You rush toward him and grab him by the jaw with one hand, causing him to almost go limp in your grasp. He felt his heart begin to race further as his body was still stuck frozen. He could feel himself getting harder just from you being so close to him. “What do you think you’re doing?” You shove your thumb into his mouth.
“Nnnghhh!" He gagged as you pushed your thumb down his throat. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking pre-cum onto the floor. He continued to gag as you played with his tongue, moving your thumb around and teasing him mercilessly. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and you smirked as he let out small moans.
The sight of Chan looking so desperate in your grasp caused you to feel yourself get wet, his eyes widening as he looked up and into yours. He couldn't believe he got caught, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that he was experiencing. His cock throbbed, begging for release. “How badly do you want me?” you removed your hand and leaned in closer for a kiss.
He gasped as your hand left him, his body craving more of you. As your lips met him in a forceful kiss, he couldn't help but moan into the kiss. “So, so bad. Please- I need you.” he cried out.
“Oh fuck.." He groaned as you got down on the floor and started sucking him off. It felt amazing, better than anything he'd ever experienced. His hands ran through your hair, pulling gently as he lost himself in the sensation.
You take him in deeper, nearing his base. "God, that feels- so-" His voice was ragged as he tried to catch his breath between pants. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how good you felt, and the way you were taking him deeper with each passing moment.
"Oh fuck- you're amazing..." He arched his back, pushing more of his length into your mouth as he lost control entirely. His hips began to thrust slowly, meeting your sucking motions with force.
You lift your head and hear a pop come from you removing the suction of your mouth from his cock. "No... don't stop… please.." He moaned, his voice muffled slightly by the pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets as he tried to steady himself, his cock still throbbing for release.
“Finish yourself.” You stared up at him.
"I... can't.." He gasped, his body tensing up as he felt the rush of his climax approaching. Heat spread throughout his veins, and he couldn't hold back any longer. You watched as his hips began to thrust into the empty air again.
"Fuck..." With a groan, Chan finally let go, his cum shooting onto his blanket. His body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm, leaving him panting and weak-kneed.
“Good boy.” You praised with a light smile at the sight of him.
“Thank you..." He whispered, his voice hoarse from pleasure.
“What about you return the favor? You should put that pretty mouth to use.”
“Please…" he panted out, switching places with you unsteadily, and kneeling between your legs. His hands gently parted your folds, revealing your slick entrance. He looked up at you with eagerness before lowering his head to taste you.
With his tongue, he began to explore your folds, tasting every inch of you. His hands gently massaged your thighs, spreading your legs further apart to grant him better access. “Oh my god, you taste so-” he exclaimed with each hurried breath.
You moaned as he continued, causing him to take it as encouragement and push his tongue deeper inside you, finding your sensitive spot and teasing it relentlessly. His fingers found their way back to your clit, rolling it gently between his thumb and middle finger while he continued.
Hearing your moans grow louder and more intense, he knew he was doing all the right things. His movements became faster and more determined, his fingers working in perfect sync with his tongue. “You- You don’t know how bad I needed you-” He continued as he used his other hand to jerk at himself again.
As you neared your climax, he increased the pressure on your sensitive spots. Determined to make you cum, His tongue flicked against your G-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.
Finally, with a loud moan, you climaxed. Your juices flooded his mouth, and he continued to lap at your entrance, savoring the taste of your cum.
As your orgasm subsided, he pulled back gently and stood up before you grabbed his cock and led him back inside.
Biting his lip, he positioned his cock at your entrance and thrust inside you. The feeling of him filling you up sent shivers down your spine as you were still sensitive. “Keep.. keep going..”
“I’ve been thinking about you all week…" he moaned, complying with your request. His hips moved in perfect rhythm with your demands, his cock sliding in and out of your wetness with each thrust.
His thrusts grew harder and faster, pushing deeper into you each time. His hands found their way onto your hips, holding you tightly to move you onto his cock faster. With a moan, he picked up the pace even more, pushing himself deeper into you, his cock stretching you to your limits.
Sweat beaded on your forehead as he continued to pound into you, his breathing ragged in your ear. You could feel the anticipation building once more in the both of you. “Just like that baby…”
“Oh no- Think I'm gonna-" he moaned out with his jaw still hanging. His hips jerked violently against yours as he came inside you, filling you up with his heated cum.
His thrusts grew weak, his orgasm subsiding as he released the last of his cum inside you. He leaned down, kissing you before laying next to you and nuzzling against you gently. “Thank you… so, so much…”
Feeling his cooling cum inside you, you continued to rub yourself with a smirk, the sensation causing you to twitch from the sensitivity as you recovered from the experience. “Whatever pervert.”
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fuck studying, here comes some dry humping and making out with jun cuz i need that man like i need oxygen
you weren’t sure how you two got to this point but you certainly aren’t complaining. what was supposed to be a relaxing movie night soon turned out to be a hasty and hungry make out session with jun.
no less than 20 minutes after starting the movie had jun lightly kissed your forehead affectionately. he was just sitting there on his couch, with one arm wrapped around your shoulders and with the other across your legs that were resting on his lap.
he started out slow and innocently enough, landing a sweet kiss to your forehead. then a sweet kiss to your temple. and then an intimate kiss to your cheek. and then not so sweet to your jaw.
you leaned your head back to look at him, forgetting entirely about the movie playing on the screen. jun looked right back at you, eyes kind of hazy and lustfull. the eye contact went for a few seconds.
and then he was kissing you.
the kissing started out slow and intimate, his lips sucking on your bottom lip lightly.
but then he used his hand to angle your head better, his tongue invading your mouth fully.
next thing you know, jun is using his hold on your thighs to manoeuvre you onto his lap, pulling you against him. his hands had mind of their own, going from caressing your back to squeezing your ass harshly, making you gasp and moan in his mouth.
he couldn’t stop groaning, the hold you had on his hair making him go crazy, forgetting everything about what it is like to have shame.
as he was repeatedly grabbing your ass, you started unconsciously rocking back and forth into his hands, which jun appreciated very much so, groaning and moaning every time your clothed pussy rubbed across his hard on.
the tv is now just a distant sound in the background, your mind only focusing on rolling your hips and jun’s hand on your ass, squeezing and releasing it periodically.
jun doesn’t let you be the only one putting in the effort, rolling his own hips upwards, wishing that the layers between you two would disappear but also kind of enjoying the torture.
your hands grab onto his cheeks, nails lightly scratching his flawless skin as you gasp, feeling your end near. realising this, you just start rolling your hips faster, throwing head back as you moan loudly.
jun himself isn’t too far behind, using his hold on your ass to set the rhythm that he wants, gasping as he feel himself right on the brink of cumming.
jun only has time to gasp “i’m cumming” against your mouth before he feel himself finish, creaming his pants while his head is thrown back, pretty moans leaving his mouth.
you yourself cry out as the orgasm hits you like a strong wave, jun’s hold on your the only thing keeping you from falling backwards. seeing that you’re overcome with your pleasure and that you could hurt yourself if you lean too far back, jun just pulls you into himself, hugging you closely as he nuzzles into your neck.
you breathe heavily against his ear, completely spent and relaxed from this little escapade. after a minute or so, you pull back to look at jun.
his big brown eyes greet you, looking at you as if you were all the stars and the planets in his universe. completely speechless that you are really his, jun just pulls you into a kiss.
he continues kissing you, now fully intending for it to stay innocent and romantic. pushing the thought about how uncomfortable his wer pants feel, jun fully focuses on the taste of your sweet lips.
after a minute or so, he lets your lips part ways naturally, his chocolate eyes greeting you yet again. pushing hair put of your face, he continues looking at you adoringly, affection and love pouring out of his eyes.
you yourself not being able to hold your affection back just lean back in, kissing him again like it’s your first time ever.
because kissing jun always feels like that-new, exciting and full of love.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - soft!dom reader, sub!jongho, edging, overstimulation, porn link (twt), praise, some dumbification, mommy!kink, pet names
imagine this was jongho?
pretty baby was having such a hard time cumming, he didn’t know if he was able to do it without you. he asked you to do anything you could to help him cum and you giggly agreed, deciding to tie him up and edging him.
he was sure everybody in the apartment complex heard his cries and whimpers but he could care less; it felt too good to stay quiet, he didn’t care if anybody heard him.
“m-mommy,” he stutters, hips bucking when your hand reaches his tip. “mommy, i-i’m gonna cum-!”
you retract your hand the moment he says it and smiles. he was so adorable squirming around trying his best to hold his cum in. you knew he was sensitive so you already planned on letting him cum soon. he seemed to love what you were doing to him.
you stare at jongho as he wriggles in his spot, moans growing louder with every stroke from your hand. he was rock hard, cock feeling like it was burning from not cunning and it was throbbing from so much stimulation. it felt so good his mind went blank.
“aw, is my baby boy going dumb? you love getting your brains edged out, don’t you?”
jongho nods eagerly at what you said, bucking his hips more as he felt his orgasm approaching. he was expecting you to let go since that’s what you’ve been doing to him for the past hour but you didn’t. it caught him by surprise as he wiggled in his restraints, throwing his head back and thrusting his hips up.
“g-gonna cum — mommy, i’m g-gonna cum!” he cries out. “s’good, fuck!”
“you’re doing so good, baby boy,” you coo. “cum when you want to pretty.”
he groaned loudly and arched his back, his thighs shaking uncontrollably as thick, white strips covered your hand and his stomach. he felt so pent up after not being able to cum so a lot came out of him. his moans died down for a moment but were loud once again when you’d kept stroking, tears beginning to creep down his cheeks.
“you can give me one more, right? i know you can pretty boy, you’re amazing…” you whisper in his ear, your name spilling from his swollen lips the more you stroked him.
"It feels -- weird," Yunho whimpers as threw his head back, laying it on your shoulder. "A-And it kind of hurts…"
"Well, it's your first time." You chuckle. "And I'm trying to be gentle! But it's hard to move my fingers when you're squeezing them! We might run out of lube if you keep doing that-"
"Can you not say embarrassing things like that when your fingers are literally inside of my ass?!" Yunho hisses, his cheeks reddening as he tightens his grip on the bedsheets. His eyes are squeezed shut, and beads of sweat form at his temples. The room is filled with the sound of your labored breathing and the faint squeaks of the bedframe under the two of you.
"Fine! But, with the way your dick is twitching, I can only assume you like it~," you tease, pushing your fingers deeper inside of him, causing him to whine. Yunho's body tenses up momentarily before he relaxes with a deep sigh. The sensation is foreign but not entirely unpleasant. He's been curious about this for a while now, especially after all the things he's read and watched in secret. But the reality of it is so much more intense than his imagination could ever conjure.
"Fuck," he gasps. "I-I'm starting to-"
"Feel good?" you whisper, your breath tickling the shell of his ear. The scent of vanilla and sweat fills the room, a heady combination that somehow seems right in this moment of shared intimacy. Yunho nods, his hips involuntarily rocking back to meet your slow, careful thrusts. His body is a landscape of curves and tension, each movement a revelation of the pleasure you're bringing him.
"I could tell," you giggle in his ear. "Your hole is twitching like crazy. You like how my fingers feel, don't you?"
He nods once again. "H-How can this feel so good-?!"
"How do you think I feel when you finger me?" You laugh. "It's like your body is trying to swallow me whole, so tight and warm." Yunho's breath hitches, his eyes flying open. The burn is intense, but he's starting to get used to the fullness. His hips begin to rock more confidently, setting a rhythm that matches the pulsing of his heart.
"Now how about…" you mumble, your fingers now moving with purpose as if looking for something. "Here?"
"Huh? Wha-- AH!" His back arched immediately. Your fingers were rubbing against his prostate. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and it was as if every nerve ending in his body had just been electrified.
"O-Oh fuck, fuck--! W-What--"
"It feels good?" you smile against his ear. "Yeah, I kept watching those prostate massage videos to figure out how to do this."
"O-Oh my god, Y/N…!" Yunho gasps, his body trembling as you continue to stroke that sensitive spot inside him. His eyes widen and his breaths come in quick pants. You can feel his muscles clench around your fingers, the intensity of his reactions making your own arousal spike.
"You like when I touch that spot, hm?" You smile. "Are you gonna cum?"
"I-I'm so -- I'm close! R-Really close!" He shudders, grinding his hips down on your fingers. "D-Don't stop! Please!" His voice is desperate, the sound of his need echoing off the walls.
"Good boy," you whisper. Yunho gripped the sheets as tightly as he could, his cock leaking precum onto the bed. You felt his insides tightening around your fingers, his breath hitching in a way that told you he was on the edge. You leaned in closer, your other hand reaching up to gently trace the line of his jaw, the stubble prickling your fingertips as you turned his face towards yours. "Look at me," you ordered softly.
His eyes stayed open only for a moment before shutting once again, the volume of his moans spiking. His back arches and his jaw is hung, hands gripping the bed sheets. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-!"
You press your lips against his, his hand rushing to grab your arm. The kiss is frantic, matching the rhythm of your fingers inside him. His tongue slips out, and you take it into your mouth, sucking gently as you keep the pressure on his prostate.
Cum spurted from his tip, painting the sheets in a warm, sticky mess as he releases himself into your hand. You keep fingering him through it, savoring the feeling of his hot, pulsing cock as he shudders and gasps against you. The smell of sex fills the room, a potent blend of arousal and satisfaction.
He lets out muffled moans, pulling away from your mouth and throwing his head back again, a weird feeling crawling up his body. From head to toe, his body trembled. It felt like you were forcing the cum out of him, each spurt making him squirm. You feel his ass tighten around your fingers, and you keep up the rhythm, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His moans turn into whimpers, his body a tightly wound coil ready to spring.
And with the last spurt, Yunho's body goes limp, panting heavily against your shoulder. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glazed over, a look of pure bliss washing over his features. You pull your fingers out of him gently, and he gasps, the sudden emptiness making him whine. You chuckle, bringing your hand to your mouth and licking the cum off your fingers, watching him watch you with a mix of shock and arousal.
after a long day of work all you wanted to do was eat dinner and have a relaxing night with your boyfriend.
but that was clearly not going to be the case when you walked into your shared apartment and the kitchen was cold, no food, no lights on, and no mingyu in sight.
so you slipped off your shoes and threw your things onto the couch, quietly walking to your bedroom in case he was asleep.
but the door to your room was cracked open and the lights were on.
the closer you stepped to the room the more noises you heard.
all you could hear from the hall were filthy noises and moans with your name mixed into them.
and once you pushed the door open ever so slightly you were met with an obscene image.
there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head thrown back and eyes shut. your favorite pair of lace panties wrapped around his cock while he desperately jerked himself off.
so that’s why so many of your favorite pieces of lingerie would go missing and then suddenly turn up again in the laundry.
you were upset, but you couldn’t say that the scene in front of you wasn’t hot.
so you pushed the door wide open, your presence still unnoticed by mingyu, and leaned again the door frame with your arms crossed.
waiting for him to notice you.
you could always tell when he was close, so when his hips started stuttering and your name was spilling from his lips you decided to speak up.
“what was that, baby?” you asked with a smile, finally announcing your presence.
his hand quickly froze and he sat up, trying to wrap the sheets around him as if that would stop you from seeing what he was doing.
even if you hadn’t seen him in the act he already looked fucked out, you would’ve known either way.
“y-y/n, what are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes darting around and looking at everything in the room except for you.
“oh don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” you smiled, “please, go back to what you were doing, hm?” you were smiling but the tone of your voice was far from happy, and mingyu knew that.
“i- well- i didn’t know you were here!” he stuttered, trying to defend himself, “and it’s been so long since we played…” he murmured.
his excuses just made you angrier.
you walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets off his lower half, taking a good look at his hand still on his cock with your, now dirty, panties wrapped around it.
“so just because i haven’t fucked you in a few days it’s okay to steal my things and get yourself off like a little slut?” you asked, removing his hand and giving his cock a nice slap.
resulting in a loud whine coming from his mouth as he tried to move away, knowing he was going to be punished.
“i asked you question,” you said, looking him right in the eyes as you slapped him again, “is it okay to do that? hm?”
“n-no! i’m sorry…” he whined, despite being hit around his cock was now harder than it had been that entire night.
and you noticed it.
“what kind of whore gets hard from being slapped?” you asked, giving his cock another slap before standing up again, watching as he doubled over with a loud moan.
you wouldn’t be surprised if he came just from you hitting him.
you took a few steps away from him and motioned at him. “go ahead, go back to what you were doing.” you shrugged, clearly not going to help him.
his mouth opened in protest as he frowned, “but- but i thought you were going to-” he started, though you quickly cut him off.
“you thought i was going to help you? you thought i was going to fuck you after you got my things all dirty and decided to jerk off behind my back because you couldn’t use your big boy words and tell me you wanted me to play with you?” your words getting harsher after each sentence.
the poor boy looked like he was about to cry after hearing your words.
“but i need your help…” he whined, not knowing what to do.
“touch yourself.” you said sternly, your eyes dark as you kept them trained on the man in front of you. “if you don’t you’re going to be stuck like this all night.” you shrugged, letting him know that it was his choice.
he pouted at your response, seeing how you weren’t being nice to him today. so he followed your orders, not wanting to make you any more upset than you already were.
his hand went back to his cock and he went back to fucking his hand, and your panties, once again. the room filling with his breathy moans and whines while he fucked his hand.
you watched from the sidelines again, waiting until he was about to cum before telling him to stop.
another ruined orgasm for gyu.
“you don’t get to cum until i tell you to, remember?” you teased, walking up to him, removing his hand and grabbing the panties that he had been using.
“these are my favorite, you know?” you sighed, looking at how his precum was smeared all over them, “pretty little whore,” you murmured.
all he could do was whine for you, “please… please let me cum.” he cried, grabbing your hand and trying to guide it to touch him.
“bad boys don’t get to cum, you know that already.” but you still brought your hand down and slowly started to stroke him.
his moans getting louder and louder before you stopped and ruined yet another one of his orgasms. and all he could do was cry.
you continued this process a few more times, edging him until he was a mess, unable to think about anything other than his release.
small tears fell from his eyes as he grabbed your arm, “please… i’m sorry, i just want to cum,” he cried, “i’m a bad boy,” he babbled, “won’t do it again… i won’t do it again…” he let out a string of apologies and you couldn’t help but feel like he had enough.
“you won’t do it again?” you asked, your voice softer than it had been before.
“not again, never again,” he cried, looking into your eyes and nodding sincerely.
so you finally decided to give him what he wanted. you stroked him roughly, just how he liked it, but this time you didn’t stop. he started bucking his hips into your hand before spilling all over your hand and his abdomen.
you continued until nothing else would come out and then stepped back to admire your work.
your big boyfriend was sprawled out on the bed, hair messy and breathing loudly, his face a mix of sweat and tears while his cum decorated his lower stomach perfectly.
“look at you, so filthy… all this for me? how cute.”
18+ Thinking about sub!Taerae & sub!reader pt.2 (ft Jiwoong)
request could you write a sequel to the taerae drabble where another member helps guide them? if not thats completely ok! thank you for your time, have a nice day. really quick… hope you like it :D I was gonna write it w Matthew but then blond Jiwoong lol >_<
p in v sex, unprotected sex, cuckold?, like one spank
Taerae really hadn’t meant to tell Jiwoong about the newfound struggles in your relationship with him. It just kind of happened. Not necessarily because Jiwoong was there and ready to listen, but because of how mature and understanding Taerae knew his hyung could be. What he didn’t expect was for Jiwoong to help hands-on.
“You have to be a little rough with her, Taerae,” Jiwoong mumbled, putting his hand on the younger’s lower back to push him into you again. You yelped softly at the sudden intrusion, Taerae’s thick cock bullying its way into you again under Jiwoong’s doing. Taerae breathes heavily, trying not to let his mind slip to the thought of just fucking you relentlessly.
Jiwoong’s fingers go to pinch at your clit, massaging the hard bud softly and he chuckles softly at your reaction. “You feel that Rae?” he asks, in reference to how you clench around your boyfriend tightly at the ruthless way Jiwoong’s playing with you. All Taerae can do is moan in response, hips meeting yours at a pace that makes your thighs burn. Jiwoong’s touch leaves the spot between your legs to grab Taerae’s hair, making your boyfriend still his movements.
“Two fucking sluts is what you both are,” he mumbles, forcing Taerae away and out of you, the feeling of being empty causing another whine to escape you. Your vision is blurry as Jiwoong grips your sides roughly, practically lifting you off the bed and flipping you over. “We’re gonna try a different learning method, okay Rae?” His rough hands manhandle your hips up, pushing your head down so your back is arched and you can feel Jiwoong’s dick pressing against you.
Jiwoong pauses for a moment, looking over at Taerae. Your boyfriend’s eyes are wide at the sight of the older man controlling you so effortlessly, a little dazed too. Once again, unsure of what to do in the situation. “Taerae, is this okay?” The younger man nods instantly at Jiwoong’s words and Jiwoong nods a little before getting consent from you as well. Then, his dick is splitting you open.
The way Jiwoong fucks you is so different from the way Taerae does. The older man has so much more power behind his thrusts, forcing your cheek to rub against the sheets every time his length pushes into you. And when you feel him hit that spot inside of you, you moan out loudly.
Jiwoong chuckles a little, and when you feel his hand come down on your ass you let out a loud, “Fuck!”
“Taerae, your girl likes it rough.” Jiwoong leans over you, pausing his movements for a moment as he pulls at your hands that were fisted in the sheets. He held your hands tightly at your lower back, using them to fuck into even harder.
Taerae never thought that he would be into watching his girlfriend get fucked by another guy, but at that moment, he’d never seen anything hotter. The humiliation of how bad he was at taking control and the way your teary eyes never left him even as Jiwoong pounded into you roughly made rushes of arousal go through his body and left his dick painfully hard.
The wet sound of your pussy and the smacking of Jiwoong’s skin against yours drowns out your weak moans and whimpers, throat too sore to be any louder.
“Tae– Taerae!” you cry out and Jiwoong laughs.
He looks over at Taerae, “She wants you to fuck her like this so bad.” Taerae swallows harshly as Jiwoong pulls out of you with a small ‘Pop’. He watches as his hyung moves to kneel next to your head, blocking your view of Taerae as he places his wet dick next to your mouth. Jiwoong taps your cheek and you instantly open your mouth to let him insert his cock into another one of your holes. The soft sound of you gagging around his friend makes Taerae move closer to you again as Jiwoong looks over at him.
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p in v sex, unprotected sex, dry humping, overstimulation
Taerae and you considered yourselves to be equals in your relationship. Which of course was a good thing. It was the baseline for what made your relationship so great. In certain instances, though, it proved to be a bit of a struggle.
Thinking about sub!Taerae and sub!reader who, when things start getting intense, there’s no one there to control the situation. You’re on his lap, mouth over his as you both whine needily into each other and when you begin pressing your core against his length, it’s over. With the way you begin grinding down on him, him feeling the outline of your pussy through your leggings, and how even with the barrier of clothing, your hole is weakly clenching. Taerae assumes that you’re going to be the one taking care of him. But with the way his hands latch onto your hips, encouraging your movements and how his tongue forces its way even deeper into your mouth (somehow), you think that he’ll be the one in charge.
Until it’s been a good couple minutes of dry humping and nothing has progressed. Between your legs is a wet, hot, sticky mess that’s borderline uncomfortable and with how hard he feels under his own pants, there’s no way that he’s not somewhat in pain. But you can’t stop because the pleasure overpowers everything else and suddenly you’re not even thinking about Taerae anymore. You’re just using his clothed dick for your pleasure because he’s not stopping you. Clit rubbing against the borderline gross material of your panties over the hardness of his tip, but you know he feels good too because somewhere you can distantly hear him whining out little, “Please please please”s.
Taerae’s already so overwhelmed from all of the sensations of you that he can’t help but flip you both over, pulling your pants down just enough for your pussy to be exposed to him, a string of your wetness connecting to your panties as he tugs your leggings down. He’s apologizing, “‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, I just can’t wait anymore~”, but you don’t care that the rest of the foreplay is being ignored and you moan loudly as he begins pushing into you. Taerae’s taking advantage of the fact that he’s bigger than you, both of your heads are too fuzzy to think straight, and the minimal prep is painful, but all of it together is too good to care. It’s not like anyone is there to stop either of you anyway.
You’re gripping onto his hair as he thrusts into you. There’s no rhythm or thought of your pleasure with his pace and how far his dick is hitting inside of you, but you’re clenching around him and whining out his name like a bitch in heat. Taerae doesn’t last long, holding your hips down as he prioritizes his orgasm, moaning loudly as he pushes himself into you and spurts long, white ropes of his cum along your walls. The warm feeling of his release inside of you has you bucking your hips up against his hands as he rides through his orgasm, and at his moment of weakness, your hands on his shoulders have him flipping over on the mattress so you’re on top.
Disregarding Taerae’s oversensitivity, you begin bouncing on his dick, focusing on your pleasure. He’s practically crying, eyes squeezed shut and his hands are too weak to hold onto anything. All concepts of control are lost, it’s just two subs chasing their own pleasure and using the other’s body with little thought.
By the end of it, both you and Taerae are an overstimulated, sticky mess, holding onto each other in an attempt to ground yourselves and stop the cycle that’s somehow been created. You’re both so tired and the slightest movement of his dick inside of you has you both whining in discomfort. But when the thought of aftercare and falling asleep even begins to creep into your mind, you feel Taerae twitch inside of you again. He’s muttering “I’m sorry” over and over again as he begins fucking you relentlessly again. You’re crying from the overstimulation. So is he.
Your nerves are on fire and everything is wet, but you know this scenario is never going to happen again. Taerae, your loving boyfriend would never want to end up in this torturous pattern for the sake of hurting you. So, deep in your clouded mind, you’re enjoying every moment of this unrestricted pleasure you can :P
Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.
Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi
word count: 3.3K (what the fucK)
a/n: y'all be eating fucking good fr. Also shout out to my loml @bro-atz for helping out with the plot a little <3 shout out to mingi brain rot!
She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces.
And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram.
“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours.
You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”
“That’s-“
“Song Mingi”, you reply, not taking notice of your friend’s boyfriend’s surprised expression.
“You know him?”
“Came across him”, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth.
He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.
You blink. The fuck?
And so, for the past hour or so, you’ve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the male’s attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life.
It wasn’t until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but it’s not as horrendous as the feeling of regret—for not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when you’ll see him again.
You decide to find your friend and call it a night.
“Do you wanna hitch a ride with us?”, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist.
“The driver didn’t drink, I promise”, your friend’s partner assures.
You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi.
You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldn’t be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person.
You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door.
But Mingi’s expression remains indifferent—god knows what he’s thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because “the car had no space”.
“Hi, y/n”, Mingi’s deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head.
“Hey Mingi”, you greet back, cautiously approaching him.
“Are you okay with this?” You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh.
“It’s fine. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be uncomfortable for you since it’s gonna take a while to reach your place right?”
Right. You nod in defeat.
Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingi’s touch burn against your skin—especially your thighs.
His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and he’s picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingi’s voice hits your ear from behind.
“Sorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.”
You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden.
Soon you find yourself fully on Mingi’s lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put.
The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when you’re subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you.
Sitting on someone’s lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch.
Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingi’s arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear.
“I strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or it’ll become a problem for the both of us.”
You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if you’re starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer.
And you wonder how far you should take this.
Your face is heating up, at the idea you’re just sitting on Mingi’s thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since you’re literally sitting right on his fucking cock—how thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and it’s making you slowly drench your panties.
The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you can’t help but fidget on his lap. You’re wondering why Mingi hasn’t said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingi’s fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress.
Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your ass—directly below your pussy if it wasn’t for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart.
His deep voice is like a melody in your ear, “I’m closing an eye if you’re just doing this on accident, but there’s only so much more grinding I can take princess.”
You glance over to the company seated just right beside you—they are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another world—one growing of hot and heavy air.
You’re trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingi’s cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical.
You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.
“And if I said it wasn’t an accident?”
You don’t know what he might do next, but it’s making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation.
Mingi’s eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, “Right. Glad we cleared that up, princess.”
His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and you’re ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. You’re doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, you’re ready to give into it—mostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point.
Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingi’s fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like you’re about to burst.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit.
“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet for me”, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out.
You swear that the wet sounds of Mingi’s fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet.
His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again.
You shouldn’t have agreed to stay quiet.
Mingi’s legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You can’t seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper.
“Can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get off”, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit.
“Please… fuck! Mingi…” you trail, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. You’re about to snap anytime soon.
“Cum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.”
His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while he’s still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way you’re completely undone because of him. Your cunt can’t seem to stop spasming and it’s only from his fucking fingers.
But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath.
His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, you’re almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you.
“You taste so fucking good, Princess”, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more.
The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.
“Y/n!”
Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck you’re in the dark.
“This is your stop right?” Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building.
“Right”, you manage to answer with a forced smile.
And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, “I’ll send her up. Don’t wait for me.” He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door.
Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if you’re feeling cold, even though he’s only in a black tank top. You can’t help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lights—still so fucking hot. His fingers haven’t let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isn’t letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment.
You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingi’s smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it.
You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter.
And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell.
“Cute place you have there”, he comments, slipping his shoes off.
“I try to make the most out of it”, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him.
Mingi pauses, staying near the door.
“I got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-“
His mouth runs, watching the way you’re walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed.
“Finish what you started, Minki”, you whisper when you pull away.
For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights.
His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven.
You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants.
His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like you’re about to combust.
“Is the couch fine for you?” He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you.
His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more.
“You know, you’re honestly killing me with that dress”, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. “Had to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.”
Oh, fucking gods.
“That’s why we’re here now, aren’t we?” You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger.
You can’t wait for him to fuck your brains out.
Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphony—and he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again.
It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, because he feels like he’s about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants.
So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink.
His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you out—thick and heavy.
“Fuck. Song Mingi-“ you cry out, struggling against his grasp.
“So fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking good”, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when he’s fully seated in you.
And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll back—the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses.
You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat.
You sure know how to push his buttons.
He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb.
“I’d love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right now”, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out.
You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more.
“Are you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?” He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip.
“That’s my good girl”, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way you’re squeezing around him. “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.”
“Mingi, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna-“
Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high.
“So fucking good. Mingi…” you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath.
Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his.
“We can wash up and order food if you want”, you say, trying to avoid the fact that you’re still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you.
But he pulls you along with him.
“An invitation to shower together? I’ll gladly fuckin take it, princess.”
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.
warnings: poolboy!jiwoong, rich!reader, ice play, dick sucking, throat fucking, making out
‘Is there anything else I can get for you, darling?’
You double-check with your pool boy, Jiwoong, that he was okay before you sat back down on the pool lounger to sit in the sun once again. It really was a beautiful day outside, and you were trying to make the most of it as he prepared your pool for use once again. There was no denying that he was a very good-looking young man with a beautiful-toned body. Everyone else in the house was out for the day, meaning only Jiwoong and yourself were left outside.
Jiwoong was trying his best to keep to himself to get the job done quicker, but you were making it difficult laying on the sunlounger, showing off every curve of your legs in the bikini. He was thankful that he had his sunglasses on, so it wasn’t obvious that he was drooling over your body. The young man sighed as he wiped his sweat with the edge of his shirt, revealing his chiselled abs to you. You couldn’t help but look for a brief second before he pulled his shirt back down and tried to get back to work, but the humidity was making it unbearable.
‘Miss Y/N, would you be able to get me another glass of water?’
Almost immediately, you jumped up and headed back into the house to the kitchen, trying your best to be as quick as you could. You let out a silent sigh of relief as the cold air hit you waking back into your home, contrasting with the brutal humidity from outside. It was an unspoken rule in the household that no one was meant to have relations with one of the workers at any cost, no matter how good-looking they were. This was almost impossible with a man like Kim Jiwoong working for you, catching your occasional glance at him when you thought he wasn't looking.
No one was here to see...
Lust-filled fantasies filled your dark mind as you filled up the glasses one by one, watching Jiwoong work through the large window in the kitchen. Before heading back inside, you looked in the mirror to fix the stray hairs and touch up your faded makeup before grabbing the tray once more to face Jiwoong once again. His face lit up once you shouted at him, and he started to head over to you, using this as a break.
Very softly, you sat the tray down on a table in the shade, giving him the chance to rest from the harsh rays of the sun. In the couple months of him working with your parents, you have never seen Jiwoong happier. Jiwoong laughed as he caught you looking at him as he slipped his sunglasses onto his head, pushing back his dark hair. Silently gulping before looking away, doing what you could to avoid his hypnotic gaze. He reached for a glass off the tray before letting out a sigh, sitting further back in the chair. Holding onto the glass tightly, he started to gulp down the ice-cold water; some of it started to leak from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. Before he knew it, the glass was empty as he placed it back down onto the tray, wiping the corners of his mouth and laughing it off as he did.
‘Thank you, Miss. Y/N…’
His large hand was now resting on your thigh, his thumb gently rubbing the skin beneath before jolting his hand away when things started to get more intense. It was getting harder to stick to your mother's words the more you got to know Jiwoong. Sitting in the shade of the garden, talking with each other and getting sidetracked, he stood back up and got back to the actual job that he was here to do. Before he walked away, you could see that he was thinking about something.
‘Would you mind if I took my shirt off?’
He had to laugh at your reaction, eyes wide, when he muttered those words to you. Did he know that you had a crush on him? Was he trying to tease you? Your mind was running at a thousand miles an hour before giving into him and nodding your head yes to his question. Mentally kicking yourself for it, but the house was empty and no one could see, right?
The man groaned as he became free from the fabric sticking to him, feeling free at last. He threw the shirt on the seat beside you before walking away, leaving you sitting there a flustered mess. Sitting there, fighting with your inner self to fight back on everything that you were thinking in the moment, but he was the one making it difficult now. If this were a cartoon, there would be heart eyes bulging out of your head right now, sitting and watching as his thick arms flex with every movement, cleaning the bottom of the pool.
Jiwoong is in a world of his own as he gets going with his job, but now he can have fun trying to gain your attention. You took one of the full glasses and slowly sipped at the icy, cool liquid as you watched the live entertainment. It wasn’t until he came walking over once again that you started to panic, thinking that you had done something wrong; it was far from that.
The small beads of sweat dripped down his perfectly chiselled chest, racing down the rest of his body to the band of his shorts that hugged his thighs perfectly. He was talking to you, but it was hard to pay attention to him when his godlike body was staring you right in the face. Gently placing your glass back on the table to your side, you look him directly in the eyes before he holds your face by the chin.
‘Want to help me cool down another way?’
Your mind blanked. He laughed as you sat there, thoughtless, trying to gather your thoughts, clouded with lust. Very gently, Jiwoong’s thumb grazed over the apple of your cheek before pulling you in to kiss you. Letting out a small gasp before your eyes flutter shut and you melt against his soft lips. Immediately, your hands move to the back of his neck to pull him closer to you, feeling the way he almost melted at your touch.
As the kiss deepened, you could taste the faint flavour of the vanilla lip balm he must have applied earlier. Jiwoong was the one who pulled away first, leaving you both panting, begging, and aching for more. There was a confused look on your face as Jiwoong grabbed the glass, but then it all changed when he grabbed one of the ice cubes and placed it in your mouth.
‘Shh, just explore my body, princess’
How did he know that you loved that nickname?
That was the least of your worries, as you started to trail your lips down his neck. Jiwoong jerked at the cold temperature, sending shocks straight to his half hard cock. Moving the ice cube around in your mouth, you test what he likes and what works best as you slowly make your way down his body. Quiet hisses and moans fell from his lips, feeling the coldness contrast with the heat of his skin.
‘Fuck…’
His hands met with the back of your head holding onto the back of your head as your lips wrapped around a nipple. You couldn’t help but smile against his skin, feeling the way his hips grinded against your thigh, biting on his lip, and doing his best to stay as quiet as he could. Knowing just how nosey your neighbours are, if any of them found out, they would immediately tell your parents everything in very explicit detail.
Smiling back up at Jiwoong as you move down onto your knees as he moves onto the seat behind you. He relaxed fully into the chair, letting his neck crane back as you palmed his cock over his shorts before finally peeling them off of him. There was a devilish smile on your face as you are now getting what you have ached for over the last couple of months, and no one can stop you. You were already a mess for him when you hadn’t fully started, which only made him fall harder for you. His back arched off of the chair as you held his cock by the base, letting your lips wrap around the head of his cock. The ice cube was long gone, but it left your mouth cold and eager to envelope Jiwoong’s cock around it.
‘Go ahead, baby girl’
Moaning slightly before your lips wrap around the head of his cock, moaning at the weight of his thick cock on your tongue. Jiwoong hummed in pleasure as your tongue traced around every vein from base to tip, watching as he squirmed in his chair. His chest heaved up and down with every deep breath he took, trying his best to hold back on his noises. It pained him to hold back when your mouth felt this good, almost drooling at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him.
You looked up from your spot in between his legs to see his head now thrown back and him gripping onto the chair tightly until his knuckles turned white. It was a beautiful sight indeed, and you never wanted to take your eyes off of him. Your mother would kill you if she walked through those doors right now and saw you, but that was the least of your worries as Jiwoong’s deep groans filled your ears.
Jiwoong smiled as he looked down and saw your eyes rolling to the back of your head, taking as much of his cock as you could. Swallowing more and more with every bob of your head. The weight of his cock on your tongue, mixed with the bitter taste of his precum made your cunt drip, getting lost in the feeling.
‘Such a good girl for me, hmm?’
Even though your moans were muffled, they still sounded beautiful to him, and he will remember this moment forever. His large hands were now at the back of your head, playing with your hair, holding it out of your face to give him the best view of your fucked-out expression. The once-perfect hair and makeup were now ruined; drool dripped from the corners of your mouth and down your chin, and mascara started to drip down your cheeks from crying due to the weight of his cock on your tongue.
‘Just a little longer, princess’
Now, you were more determined than ever to make him cum down your throat, doing everything that you could to make him feel so good. He grunted as you took him fully, gagging around his length, letting Jiwoong fully take control. Letting Jiwoong use you like a doll to make himself cum, painting your throat white. You could sense that he was getting close by the way his hips thrust sloppily into your mouth, and his noises got louder. All it took was for you to moan around his cock once more, and he was shooting his thick, warm cum down the back of your throat.
Sitting there on the ground in front of him, taking it all like the good girl you were for him. You never expected him to look this beautiful as he came down from his high. Jiwoong sat there, panting heavily as his hands threaded through his dark hair. It was a sight you really didn’t want to forget. He caught you off guard when he pulled you up onto his lap and held your face by your chin.
what's the first kink that each member makes you think of?
lowk turned this into what kinks the members have, hope you like it <3
cheol: marking. he’d love to have your marks over him so everyone knows he’s all yours, will flaunt them with confidence
jeonghan: voyeurism. just the idea of getting caught makes him horny
joshua: phone sex. loves hearing your pretty noises and loves how you order him around even over the phone, very good at imagining you in front of him
jun: lingerie. i can very much imagine him in frilly lace, strutting around just for you, so so pretty
hoshi: role play. this boy keeps the tiger ears and tail ON
wonwoo: orgasm denial. usually this man is straight to the point but when he has tears streaming down his face and he’s begging for his release after hours of edging is the time when he looks the prettiest <3
jihoon: bondage. loves the way ropes/straps look in contrast to his skin, get this man up in some leather straps asap, have you seen his body?
minghao: wax play. hear me out cause he’d look so pretty with wax all over him, the sounds he’d let out..
mingyu: dumbification. he cannot get enough of being fucked out, he wants you to fuck him so hard he forgets his own name
seokmin: mommy kink. personally am not into it but i just KNOW this man whines and begs for mommy
seungkwan: impact play. this man loves his spankings, loves being slapped around by you
vernon: filming with your consent of course. loves watching the footage of you sliding in and out of him when he’s needy and you’re not around
chan: cockwarming. can be sweet or used as a punishment cause imagine squirmy chan having to fight the urge to thrust into you for hours cause he’s been a bad boy :(
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