eyes adjust / i’m curious

leeknow

he likes to go for the more mentally draining and - sorry for the wording but - unhinged punishments.

minho’s favorite is probably to have you kneeling for him with a clothespin on your tongue, reciting his rules back to him as slowly and clearly as you can. you sound ridiculous with the pin hindering your ability to articulate and you can’t help but drool pathetically the more you try to enunciate for him.

minho looks so mean when he looks down on you like that and you have to avert your gaze because of the shame and arousal you feel from just being beneath him. it takes a while, but sooner or later you feel yourself going all mindless and floaty, eyes closed as you listen to minho’s steps circling you, still trying to repeat his rules back to him, to be good. minho kneels down to your height when he considers your job well done, one hand resting on your thigh, the other removing the clothespin from your numbing tongue with diligent fingers. you wince when he runs his fingers over the sore muscle and minho’s eyes sparkle.

“aww, are you sensitive? i’ll give you some medicine for that,” he promises with a devious lilt in his words.

he gets up unceremoniously and unbuckles his pants and you obediently keep your mouth open for him, numb but oh so inviting, ready to take whatever reward - or additional punishment - minho is willing to give you.

changbin

i feel like it actually takes a while to get changbin to the point that he truly feels like he needs to discipline you. it takes a day or maybe even two of consistent bratting and selfishness until you finally see that gleam in his eye when he tilts his head at you disapprovingly and you know that you finally got to him.

changbin asks you if you’ve forgotten the most basic training, musing that he needs to start it all over and go back to the very first thing he taught you: sucking dick. changbin is way harsher in his throat training now than he was when you started sleeping together. now that he knows just what you can take he has no reservations pinching your nose closed between his fingers and jerking his hips against your face until you gag for him. changbin groans that he’s close and he pulls out when you get ready to swallow, jerking off into his palm with quick, firm strokes until his release streaks his cupped palm white. your throat is sore but you can’t help letting out a sassy remark to hide the disappointment of not getting to swallow his cum this time. “what? was that my punishment?” you giggle.

“no,” changbin smiles. “this is.”

you don’t even get a second process this before he’s slapping you across the face with his cum, the impact stinging more than it actually hurts you. as your now sticky cheek flushes in the aftermath, it doesn’t take long for the rest of your body to heat up from the humiliation blooming just beneath your skin.

“what?” changbin challenges, mimicking your bratty attitude from before. “aren’t you gonna say thank you?”

hyunjin

as your dom, hyunjin can be strict and he can be demanding - but he would never outright punish you.

why would he? both of you know that he’s above getting his hands dirty to discipline you, especially when he can just make you do it yourself.

whenever you misbehave you can already tell that hyunjin is displeased with your antics, but it doesn’t quite show until the next time you get intimate, when you’re already naked and ready for him, lips swollen from his hungry kisses and cunt dripping with the desperate need for hyunjin’s undevided attention. “you know what you did, baby, don’t you?” hyunjin mumbles and that’s your sign. he wants you telling him exactly what you did wrong, that you understand why it was wrong. then he wants you begging for forgiveness while humping his shoe. if you cum then that’s your problem, both of you know you’re not giving your swollen clit a break until hyunjin accepts your apology. you know that moving away only makes hyunjin press the sole of his boot against your harder, so you accept your fate and obediently move your drippy cunt over the shiny leather just for him.

you can try not to make too much of a mess of hyunjin’s expensive shoes all you want while you’re at it, but you know hyunjin will make you clean up after yourself regardless.

han

one word: overstimulation.

you’re still giggling when jisung cuffs your wrists to the headboard, the dissatisfied crease between his eyebrows not deterring you at all from you delighting in the fact that everything is going your way. it almost feels like a reward when jisung situates himself between your legs, resting your thighs on his shoulders.

“i don’t want to hear another sound out of you,” he huffs and it’s only then when dread begins to set in. because even with the countless times you’ve had the luxury of being at the receiving end of your boyfriend’s talented tongue you cannot remember a single instance where he hasn’t reduced you to a moaning mess within mere minutes. there’s no time to brace yourself when jisung’s soft tongue meets your cunt, gently parting your folds before swirling an indulgent circle around your clit, already sensitive and swollen in your excitement. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip and roll your hips up against jisung’s face, a silent plea for him to continue despite your self-control already slipping with just one touch. it doesn’t take him long to get you on the brink of your first orgasm, sucking and licking at you just the way you need him to with the most obscene sounds that only add to your arousal somehow.

you try to hold it together, try to keep yourself from humping against his face in desperate anticipation, try to not moan out it pleasure and agony. it’s a lost battle when jisung renews his efforts between your thighs, two fingers slipping into your sopping cunt and curling upwards, tongue swirling over your clit at a rapid pace that has sparks of please shooting sll throughout your body. “jisung,” you gasp, any worries about the consequences of the smallest sound thrown out the window. “please.”

his indulgence is almost threatening. jisung - usually so teasing, so slow - just keeps up his pace for you, your pussy squelching around his digits as he keeps curling them into you, tongue flattening against your pulsing clit until your orgams crashes over you, tingly and strong.

“two more,” jisung grins while you’re still clenching around his fingers, trying to come down from your high. you can’t help but whimper in response.

“make it three.”

felix

he doesn’t like punishing you, he tells you adamantly, his deep voice sweet like syrup. doesn’t like punishing you at all but now he’ll have to, won’t he? he’s spoilt you too much, given you too many liberties, too much time to form your own selfish thoughts in your silly little head. thoughts that - much to his chagrin - aren’t centered around how much you need him. felix needs to remind you of your place, he fears. that’s why he has to punish you, despite how much he swears up and down he hates seeing you like this.

and so felix makes you edge the whole day, has you send him pics and videos of your arousal coating your fingers and staining your underwear, but never giving you permission to bring yourself over the edge and fully soil your underwear for him. he has you touch yourself in public restrooms and under your desk at work, anywhere you can get away with staying on the edge without getting caught. and then, finally, when you come home to him felix edges you for him some more. first with tender touches of the tips of his fingers, then the teasing flick of his tounge, and finally with just the tip of his cock, shallowly fucking himself in and out if your tight entrance while he makes you play with your aching clit some more, catching your wrist in one hand whenever you get too frantic.

it’s only when he sees tears brimming at your lash line and you insist you’ll never take an orgasm granted again through gritted teeth, that felix deems it a lesson well learned and finally grants you release. and the orgasm that crashes over you like a tidal wave after anticipating it for an entire day makes the torture worth it.

seungmin

another dom that likes to consider himself a fan of the classics.

you’ve forgotten a specific rule of his? he’ll have you writing it out over and over again for up to an hour to see if maybe some repetition will ger it into your head.

you’re not just writing lines of course. you’re also sitting pretty in his favorite skirt, perched in seungmin’s lap with your panties pushed to the side and his thick cock buried between your slick walls.

seungmin doesn’t let you move, even the slightest shift earns you a warning slap to your cheek. he might play with your clit a bit, just to throw you off, harshly laughing at you when your pen slips on the paper or his sudden touch causes you to misspell a word. it’s so clear that seungmin is getting off on this just as much as you are, his cock hard and throbbing inside of you whenever you ask him to let you stop writing, you swear you’ve learned your lesson and you’ll be good now. but he still doesn’t budge until at least an hour has past.

you’ll just have to keep cockwarming seungmin until he decided he can’t take it anymore and fucks you over the table right then and there. seungmin doesn’t care if the ink hasn’t dried yet when he holds your head down against the table, the other hand finding leverage at your waist as he pistons his hips against your ass at a relentless pace, still repeating his rules to you when his cock bullies your cunt until you think you can feel him knocking at your cervix with all that force.

i.n

jeongin knows a little bit of denial, a tap on your ass or a stern talking to would never be enough to get a message across to a brat like you. no, jeongin has learned over the months and years that the only way to teach you a lesson is humiliation.

he keeps you guessing - and you wouldn’t have it any other way - you know you’re getting punished today, but you don’t know with what.

relization sets in soon enough when during a night of partying and drink after drink after drink you tell jeongin you’re going to the bathroom and he tells you “no”. it sets in further he tells you “no” again, until he finally takes you home only to push you up against the wall in your hallway, rough fingers finding their way into your jeans while his other hands presses against your bladder until you’re forced to release everything all over the tiled entryway in a mortifying reminder that jeongin still controls you.

realization sets in when drawn out foreplay turns into your hands cuffed to the headboard, desperate and needy, with the only release jeongin grants you is a pillow that he lets you hump your sopping cunt agaunst while he films your embarrassment for future use.

He chuckles. “Yeah. Step sister.” You try to put a little bit of distance between the two of you, but Sunghoon follows your body and holds you there.

“How was your night?”

“So good. Got drunk with the guys. Don’t even know how I got home.”

“That’s dangerous, Hoonie.”

He noses the back of your neck and leaves a small kiss to your skin. “Always looking out for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“I’m not your baby.”

“Of course you are,” he says. “Who helped you adjust to high school? Who helped you with college applications and moving into your new dorm? Who drove the two of us back home for Christmas?”

“You’re right…”

“Silly baby. Go to sleep. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

And really, you try to shut your eyes and fall into slumber. But Sunghoon’s presence behind you and the newfound alertness keeps you from truly falling asleep. Instead, you opt to count sheep, watch the window, and do anything you think will help you sleep faster.

After a few minutes, you hear rustling coming from behind you. Even though you’re awake, you struggle to understand where the noise is coming from because surely Sunghoon is asleep like you’re supposed to be, right?

Only, his hand is not on your waist anymore. Where is his hand?

“Something wrong?” Sunghoon whispers, catching you in surprise and knocking you out of your head.

Your shake your head quickly and hear the blanket rustle again until you feel his fingers wrapping around your wrist. Your fingertips brush against something smooth and it jumps, making you gasp straight into the quiet room.

Your stomach sinks but the curiosity gets the better of you. It’s so warm and velvety. Your hand encircles him and giving it a curious squeeze, which makes him grunt lowly just beside your ear.

So he was jerking off right next to you. Sunghoon was jerking off in your bed and probably getting off on the fact that you would catch him straight in the act. And yes, even though your heart is floating near the bottom of your stomach, you stroke him.

His precum drips from the slit and he quietly moans into your neck. Neither of your parents are home, instead opting to have gone out to a Christmas party that neither of you cared too much for. Whereas you chose to stay indoors and watch movies, Sunghoon hit up old friends from high school for a drink or two. And now, the two of you were alone in this house.

Sunghoon is wet. Your hand spreads his slick all over him. “Fuck, baby… don’t stop touching me like that.”

And you don’t. Even if your brain is telling you to stop. There’s something about seeing this through that scares and entices you so much. What can’t you stop? Why don’t you want to stop?

Your panties are drenched by the time Sunghoon brushes his hand against your cunt. He hums in satisfaction and you speed up your movements as a result.

“You like that, don’t you? You like touching me while I touch you?” You shake your head and open your legs at the same time. He snakes his hand between your legs and runs the side of his index finger between your wet, covered lips.

“You’ve got the wettest little pussy, don’t you?”

You’re not trying very hard. In fact, Sunghoon’s finger switching to rubbing your hardened clit it making you drench even more. You can’t Will yourself to stop chasing his hand or keep your own from moving up and down. Sunghoon keeps moaning behind you and you keep felling conflicted because on one hand, this shouldn’t happen. On the other hand, hearing him moan like that makes your body and libido move on autopilot.

“Face me.”

He maneuvers your body until your chest is against his and Sunghoon pushes his lips to yours. He tastes like warm beer and his mouth is wet from slightly drooling. He’s fingering you from over your panties while he gently licks at your bottom lip like he’s eager to push his tongue into you but forces himself not to.

Sunghoon pulls your hand away from him and lifts his leg to create a makeshift tent underneath the blanket to allow you to see his bare dick and your wet panties. He grabs the base of himself and picked his naked tip right against your covered pussy, watching the way it’s pasted right against your slutty little hole.

“Hoon—”

“Relax,” he says with that voice he uses to help you calm down. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”

“I don’t think we should be doing this…”

“Why not? It’s not like we’re having sex.”

Fuck. Your clit pulses at that.

Sunghoon pushes his hips forward to thrust against your panties again. The bed gently creaks underneath the two of you the more he drives himself into you like this and you can’t help it the way your toes curl or the way you choke back a moan when he repeatedly puts an incredible amount of pressure onto your aroused clit.

He switches to guiding his tip to run over your pussy in a back and forth motion with small strokes. But it’s lethal and it actually pulls a moans out of you, and you feel ashamed for how good Sunghoon’s making you feel.

“Yes,” he says before kissing you. “It’s feels so good. It’ll feel even better like this.”

Your yelp is short lived because suddenly, Sunghoon is on his knees and on top of you while he tries to push his boxers below. His dick is huge. You can see it under the moonlight and your older brother’s stroking his cock while his wetness fills up your ears. Sunghoon’s huge balls bounce every time he strokes himself.

He slots his cock between your covered lips and watches himself glide right against you. Your light grey panties are darkened in color the more he smears your mixed juices all over you.

“See how good this feels?” Sunghoon asks. “Don’t question me again, yeah, baby? I want to make you feel good all the time.”

“Hoonie…”

“Fuck.” Sunghoon drags his hips faster until his hands are gripping the mattress beneath the two of you.

“Hoonie!”

“Need more,” he grunts to himself. He pulls his body back up and pushes your wet panties to the side and nudged his cockhead aggressively against your smooth, wet, and bare pussy.

“No! W-We can’t have sex!”

“We aren’t. I’m not gonna put it in, okay? I’m gonna stay right out here.”

Sunghoon releases himself and slots the underside of his dick onto you. It’s devious the way his precum smears over you. You can’t stop him from bumping your clit with every pass and your toes curl every time it does. Your spine jolts as you claw at his shoulders bus he just shakes his head and watches you claw the mattress instead.

“Wish we could fuck so bad. Not tonight but soon, okay? I promise we can. Don’t you want that too?”

“Hoonie…”

“Let Hoonie make you feel good. Sex is so important. We need it to stay happy, okay?”

You make the mistake of moaning.

“Yeah?” Sunghoon’s eyes light up and he speeds up his thrusts when he watches your eyes roll back. “You wanna have sex? Let’s have sex right now, fuck. Let’s fuck and fuck. We’ll fuck until the morning and then I’ll fuck you some more. Hoonie’s gonna fuck you until you’re full of my cum.”

“Our parents might be home soon,” you struggle to say with heavy breath.

“I don’t care,” he mumbles against your warm mouth.

Sunghoon pushes his dick inside of your hole, making you cream around him instantly. He moans loudly and grips your outer thigh while you wrap your arms around him and squeeze his body right into your own, legs enclosing his waist into you. He follows soon after and fucks his semen right back into you.

He fucks you twice more like that, then turns you over onto your stomach to play with your clit and asshole. His balls slang against your wet pussy, slapping the mixed cum right onto you and making you nastier than before. It splashes everywhere. Sunghoon licks your pussy clean before putting his messy dick right back into you, dirtying your hole all over again.

Midway through, you think it’s odd that your parents can’t hear you and your stepbrother fucking. It’s 4am now. Are they okay with this?”

On your bedside table lies one unopened text.

02:42

From: Family Chat

And he’s not one to shy away from fun in the bedroom. He’s got his trusty fleshlight and a vibrator that’s long been dead, one that he needs to replace but keeps forgetting too. Jay cums the hardest when that little device is propped underneath his balls. Damn, that battery.

But this feels like forbidden territory. Maybe it’s because his best friend purchased this for him. Jay’s not even sure if he’s supposed to use it or toss it out. Was Jake being serious? Or is this a genuine gag gift?

He can’t help that his cock is starting to swell up. He’s standing in his bedroom with nothing but boxers and basketball shorts on and the warm air heats up his skin. The doll is so clean and soft against Jay’s hands, and he almost feels like this could be a real girl in front of him.

Well, it’s a Friday night and Jake won’t be home until Sunday morning.

His hand finds his cock before his brain can even think about it. He groans under his breath and closes his eyes as he concentrates on the feeling of his hand pushing against his soft dick. His shoulders relax, already too aware of how this evening will play out. It’s like his body is on auto pilot with semen forming in his balls, awaiting to be released.

Slowly, he pushes his lap towards the palm of his hands and imagines pushing himself against his favorite pornstar. She’d squeeze him but only slightly, laugh in his ear, and make his cum with nothing but her fingertips. Jay whines in his quiet bedroom and opens his eyes to look down at himself until he pushes his hand inside his shorts. He’s got no boxers on, just a pair of thin basketball shorts that fail to hide his growing erection. Jay wraps his fist around himself and strokes his fuckstick with careful precision.

Jay licks his lips and pushes the box off of his bed to make room for the torso doll. He uses his hands to pry apart its pussy lips and pretends he’s looking inside a real cunt, softly grunting and grabbing himself through his clothes again. Tonight’s the kind of night he pretends he’s fucking his favorite pornstar until she’s writhing and cumming on his fat dick. Fuck. He’s stupid horny and pre-cum is leaking from his red, swollen tip.

He reaches for his laptop and opens Pornhub in a haste. His computer auto remembers his login email and password because he found it difficult to type in his password and jerk himself off at the same time. It’s an old habit from when he was a teenager learning about porn for the first time. Jay managed to convince himself to pay for the premium membership after fighting himself for so long about if that would make him a disgusting pervert. But he doesn’t care if that’s what he is. The amount of pornography and cam videos he has access to is enough to fuel his sexual tendencies.

Jay’s already building up a queue of some of his favorites videos to watch while he jerks off. He’s watched enough porn to have a detailed selection—his favorite fantasies, body types, and pornstars—that will act as background noise to fill the empty space in the room. And since Jake won’t be home for two days, Jay doesn’t feel the need to put his headphones on.

The sound of clothes being taken off fills his bedroom. Jay places the laptop on the bed ahead of him and watches a pornstar spread her legs open for the camera with her black manicured hands, presenting herself to her horny viewers. Jay spreads the pussy lips of the silicone open and his mouth waters as he looks down, eyes darting inside of the doll to inspect it for the first time.

When he descends to taste it, he closes his eyes and imagines a warm, wet pussy filled with slick. The pornstar’s moans take his mind off of the plastic taste of the doll and instead submerges him in a fantasy where a girl is withering beneath him as his tongue plunges into her cunt. Jay kneads the toy’s ass as he works her pussy and he moans right into the little hole.

He pushes forward until his cock hits the side of the mattress and grinds himself slowly against it. Jay’s eyes remain shut as he fucks himself against the bed. His saliva spreads all over the toy’s pussy lips as the tip of his tongue shoves itself so deep into the little hole.

“Lemme eat that pussy,” he moans into the doll.

Jay uses his hands to spread the doll open while humping the side of the bed. He uses his tongue mercilessly as he hears the porn video blare in his room. His cock swells as he licks faster and faster, almost like he wants to shove his whole face in it.

He pretends it’s real skin when he pulls his mouth back to lick it all over. Jay’s eyes dart to the pornstar in front of him and pictures her pussy spread open for him. The video fucks up his brain, especially when he can see her little hole pulsing because of how horny she is.

Do you hear how wet my pussy is?

Jay lifts his head to look at the pornstar. She rubs the pads of her fingers back and forth until he hears her wetness splashing around. He moans and rubs the toy’s clit with his thumb and moans when she does.

It’s wet for you.

“My pussy,” Jay groans.

Yes, your pussy!

“Can I fuck your pussy, baby? Please?”

Fuck yes!

Jay clambers onto the bed and reaches in his nightstand for lube and a spare condom to mimic hooking up with a girl. He slides that protective sleeve onto his fuckstick and dips his head into the doll.

Already, he understands why guys love using them so much. It’s tight enough to simulate a real pussy and he imagines it’ll warm up the more he has sex with it. Jay pushes another inch of himself inside of it and jerks his hips at the pleasured sensation, hearing the sound of the moaning pornstar beside him. He looks to the screen to watch her big, gorgeous tits bouncing against her body the more someone fucks into her. Jay moans when he pulls himself in and out, grabbing himself by the base of his dick and controlling just how much of himself he gives this toy until he’s all the way in.

“Fuck, pretty. Your pussy’s so tight on me. Might as well be a virgin.” He shuts his eyes and moans loudly from deep within his throat.

Jay clambers onto the bed and reaches in his nightstand for lube and a spare condom. It’s not like this—knowing he doesn’t need one but takes one anyway—because it makes him feel like he’s really hooking up with a girl.

This kind of sex, the type that lets him know it’ll be a long and dragged out session before he’s spent, makes Jay rock hard. He’s never met anyone who could keep up with him in bed. Every girl he’s fucked taps out after two rounds and his poor, aching dick remains hard until he fucks his fist twice more.

Jay much prefers his little toys more than he’d like to admit. They don’t get tired of his hands, cock, and mouth in them. He can fuck them until his cum is digging into the crevices of the plastic toys and watch as his hand becomes so wet and white. And then, even after all of that, Jay would fuck himself and use his own cum as lube.

It’s frustrating, but he can’t deny that he’s disappointed in the lack of sex partners who can match his speed. Jay’s always got some pent up emotion that seeps out here and there. What man doesn’t want to let off steam through sex? All the fucking he’s done in the past has only left him more empty than satisfied when girls tell him they can’t handle more. Toys, on the other hand, will never tell him no.

Jay pushes the entirety of his cock inside of the toy in one go. He moans so loudly that he wonders if anyone can guess what he’s doing right now. He allows himself a second to really feel it around his dick before pushing his hips deeper and pulling himself out in quick succession.

He doesn’t care about holding himself back when he knows he’s gonna cum multiple times. He clenches his ass the harder he fucks the toy and his toes curl where he stands when his big balls slap against the doll’s hole. The plastic sound makes it resemble a wet pussy and Jay grunts while turning his head to watch the pornstar get fucked.

“Pussy’s so fucking small,” Jay mutters as he feels sweat lining his forehead. “You’re draining my fucking dick.”

Plap. Plap. Plap.

“Tightest girl in the whole wide world, sweetheart. The condom’s gonna break.”

And Jay can’t help himself when he cums so fast but so much. He doesn’t still his hips either, letting it spill around him until he feels the inside of the condom getting wetter and more slippery. The condom becomes warmer than before and it reminds him of just how amazing warm pussies feel like. Even after all of this, he keeps rubbing his dick along the inside walls to keep him hard.

When he pulls out, Jay looks down to see his white liquid completely painting the inside of the condom. He stares in wonder with his mouth wide open and watches himself twitch, dick bouncing in mid air before he grabs himself and strokes his cock with the protective on. The latest squeaks with all of his cum and some of it starts to spill out from the rim and onto his fingers, but Jay doesn’t care.

Most of his semen is collected at the tip of the condom and he points his dick towards the floor so it doesn’t spill. He jerks his cock off a few times and watches the weighted part bounce. What a beautiful sight and what an honor it would be to finally cum so deep inside a girl that she swears she feels it inside of her, even after she showers.

He takes his index finger and bounces the pad against the collected cum. It makes his hip buck into his fist and Jay decides to pull the condom fully off of his dick with careful precision. Jay brings the doll back towards the edge of the bed and turns the condom upside down, letting his orgasm slip from the rubber and onto the doll’s pussy.

Jay watches it spread all over its pussy. He forces the lips open and the last of his cum slips inside of that hole. He moans and tosses the used rubber somewhere on his bed before smearing his cum all over the entrance, softly pushing his fingers inside as if he were fingering his cum in a girl.

The next video auto plays and he watches a guy twice this girl’s size manhandle her until she’s on all fours. That damn bed looks big and inviting. Jay gets works up again and feels the blood rushing to his cock when he uses his hand to jerk himself off while turning the doll until its ass is staring right at him.

His cum is sticky against the entrance when he rubs his slick tip against it, pretending he’s teasing a real pussy with a girl writhing underneath him. His forehead is hot and his legs practically give out when he pushes himself back into the toy when its pussy lips devour him whole.

His sweat-stained thighs smack loudly against the plastic. If only Jake could see him now. Jay doesn’t think he’d be mortified if his roommate walked in on him with how turned on he is. His balls are firm and full of the next batch of cum and when they smack against the toy, he feels himself pushing his dick deeper into the pussy like he’s fucking for real.

Jay’s cum helps with the smooth glide and he moans when he pulls himself back to see his semen coated all over himself. He grips the toy’s ass and digs his fingers into the flesh, toes curling as the incredible sensation of shockwaves throughout his body with every thrust and pull.

“So deep,” he mumbles, climbing onto the bed with his knees on the soft mattress below him. He leans back and pushes the toy from his body before pulling it back, feeling that drag of pleasure all over his dick.

“Would you ever let me stick it here?”

Jay pulls himself out and rests the head of his cock right against the toy’s asshole. He pushes forward as if to tease it, slapping his wet tip against the plastic doll until the sound echoes in his room.

“Would you let me fuck your tight ass? Let me cum in there too?”

He pulls back and lays on his stomach until his face is mere inches away from the little hole. Jay’s mouth waters at the site of it. He sticks his tongue out and lets his saliva drop onto the asshole. He prods the entrance with his tongue and smoothes it over like he’s spreading himself everywhere.

Jay moans at the taste of his own cum and closes his eyes when he grabs the top of the doll to keep it steady beneath him. His tongue flickers out, warm breath fanning back against his own face. His lips smack against it.

Jay soils his sheets beneath him as he grinds his dick against the fabric to provide some sort of relief. His tongue flicks over the entrance back and forth, teeth mildly grazing the supposed sensitive lips. If he had a girl with him, fuck, he’d probably eat her out until she’s crying real tears.

“Tasty fuckin’ pussy,” Jay says almost angrily. Almost angry that he’s not eating a real pussy. “You taste so dirty and slutty. Best kind of pussy.”

“You want my dick in you, baby? But I need to make you wet first. Need to lick you up until you’re wet on saliva. Need to eat every inch of this sexy fucking pussy.”

He spits against the open slit and runs his tongue inside the toy, followed by gathering enough spit on the tip of his tongue to smear it all over. Jay brings the surface of his tongue to its tiny asshole, dipping the tip inside repeatedly as if savoring the taste.

He wishes a girl would let him touch her like this. Why don’t girls like anal? Won’t somebody be brave enough to let him taste their asshole? Maybe let him stick his tip in for a second? Or let him pound his big cock until their hole gapes?

“Tasty hole, too. Can I be the first to have sex with it? Take your little ass and stretch it around my dick? Hm? Don’t you want that?”

There’s nothing better than shoving himself inside of the doll’s ass.

It’s so much tighter than the pussy. The right fit makes Jay lurch forward and almost hit his forehead against the bed frame. He opens his mouth in disbelief, looking down to see the entirety of his cock lodged in that small ass.

“This is what it feels like?” Jay whispers quietly. He slowly pulls his dick back. “Fuck.”

He makes a show of his hips as it slams down into the toy. Jay can almost hear the screams of the girl beneath him. She’d be clawing at his back and whining about how much it hurts but begging him to keep fucking her in the same breath. She’d arch her back into his body and tell him it feels weird. He shushes her and tells her it’ll feel just the same. And she relents, the pleasure overcoming whatever fear she had in her mind prior to trying it for the first time.

Jay reaches for his phone and pulls out his private twitter account and immediately hits his bookmarks. Jay doesn’t care that his laptop auto plays yet another porn video when he raises the volume on his phone to watch a girl take a rough pounding in her asshole. Jay grinds his dick into the doll and grunts as he jerks off with it.

“Yeah baby, take his fucking dick. Let him stretch that tight little asshole.”

And it’s not enough for him to just watch it over and over again. Jay scrolls, thumbs stopping at videos that make him harder than a rock. He feels himself reaching another euphoric peak when he stumbles upon two girls rubbing their pussies together.

“Rub your pussies for me,” Jay asks almost desperately. “Cum on each other. Cum for Daddy.”

He feelings like a fucking rabbit with how fast his hips buck and fuck his doll. It’s wet and messy beyond belief with his clothes long since discarded and his laptop just a mere noise in the background. The porn on his laptop fills the echo in the apartment and serves to make Jay feel like other people are having sex around him too. What he would give to join some gangbang or convince all of his friends to have a big, giant orgy to put up on Pornhub.

And it’s not like he’s completely ashamed of hiding himself in his bedroom and fucking his fist and toys. In fact, this is what he’d rather be doing on a free weekend anyway. No annoying friends and no spending money. Instead, he’s reaching peak after peak and draining his balls onto his bed.

He almost wishes he had a girlfriend who loved sex as much as he does. His dick swells with so little effort, so much so that it becomes a challenge to hide his boner in public when he sees pretty girls or when somebody steps into his space, close enough where his lap feels that pressure of another body. God, he thinks to himself. He must be deprived of good sex.

When he scrolls and watches a girl take a big cock in her tight little asshole, he pushes his chest closer to the mattress and stares intently at his phone like he’s trying to get a good look at it. Her ass is so round and firm and she rides this dick like she’s just so desperate for his cum in that tight space. Would he ever get to experience that for real?

Her ass bounces like she’s a fucking rabbit. Jay clenches his ass the closer he comes to his orgasm and guides his cock in and out of the damn toy the more he listens to the girl’s desperate moans. He can only imagine how good anal sex feels like with a small, warm ass to engulf his comically large cock.

Jay’s mouth hangs open and his phone falls from his hand when he cums again, warm sperm coating the inside of his doll as he grinds his dick against it. The sticky semen rubs against his cock as he twitches, spilling himself deeper inside of the toy’s asshole.

He lets himself catch his breath but doesn’t fail to notice his dick coming back to life when he picks his phone up again. He’s got an endless supply of porn in the form of twitter bookmarks. That little secret account he has with no followers is his best kept hidden gem. He can’t keep track of how many videos he’s jerked off to or why he’s following hundreds of porn accounts, going so far as to turn on notifications from pornstars and niche creators he loves keeping up with.

He goes so far as to post his own nudes because nobody can see it but him. Jake can’t poke fun at him for this. Heeseung and Sunghoon won’t make any more comments about how he’s a sex fiend. He almost resents the idea that he cares so much about what his friends think of him because if he didn’t, he’d have half a mind to open his twitter to the public and let guys and girls alike jerk off to his content. Jay considers himself that perverted.

Jay pulls his dick out and lets droplets of cum drip below him, using his free hand to massage his warm, cum-coated balls. He rolls each sack between his fingers and applies just enough pressure to make his eyes roll to the back of his head. He doesn’t care that his hand is filthy with his own semen or that his bedsheets are dirty.

He just needs to cum.

Again, again, and again.

oml can’t lie to u guys it took me forever to write this because i kept getting horny watching the inspo vids for this + imagining jay fucking a toy

jungwon carefully steps closer with wide eyes. you take his chin into your fingers with a small smile and he immediately catches on. he eagerly dips his face towards yours, eyes closing as he meets your lips in a kiss that escalates quicker than you had anticipated. what you intended to be chaste and soothing quickly turns into a tangle of tongues and teeth that makes your heart thrum in your ears and between your legs, a sudden gush of arousal having you reach for jungwon’s cock. you already find him firm beneath your palm, stiffening up for you more when you trace the outline his hard on over the layer of clothing.

“you’d want to?” he breathes. you just nod. “fuck,” jungwon huffs, “yeah, me too. but not here.”

“yes, here,” you say, applying more pressure to his growing bulge until you swear you feel him twitching in his jeans.

jungwon bites his lip, eyes nervously flitting to the door. “what if one of them comes in? what if-?”

“they won’t,” you assure him with a grin. “you just have to be quick.”

you pull him down for another kiss and he obliges with enthusiasm, no ounce of hesitancy behind his curious tongue. you feel his erection push up against your core, long and hard, the zipper of his jeans creating delicious friction against your clit when jungwon’s hips grind forward instinctively, seeking pleasure by rubbing off on your clothed cunt.

you imagine someone catching you like this, fumbling through foreplay like needy teenagers in the cooking space. you imagine sunghoon leaning in the doorframe, watching you with a delicious mixture of disdain and arousal, pretty fingers soothing over the growing hard-on in his tight jeans. “don’t stop on my account,” he’d tell you, chuckling when you and jungwon would both fluster but continue licking into each others’ mouths with desperation.

the thought of being watched, feeling wanted but embarrassed at the same time makes you clench around nothing, the slick of your arousal soaking your panties pathetically when jungwon’s rutting hips make his clothed cock catch on your clit in a muted drag again and again. you’re burning up with excitement, arousal and fear prickling all over your body, stomach swirling with need.

“off,” you tell jungwon and he steps back, fumbling with his zipper as you awkwardly shuffle your pants down your thighs, leaving the garment hanging from one leg as jungwon steps closer to you again. his cock just is barely freed from the confinement of his jeans, tip flushed and leaking where it pokes out from jungwon’s loose grip. it looks so inviting that you almost regret not having more space and time - you’d drop to your knees in an instant to get a taste of him, replacing jungwon’s pretty fingers with your own and laving your tongue over his pretty cockhead to get a taste of how excited he’s getting for you.

you push the thought away in favor of opening your thighs wider and pulling jungwon closer to you by his shoulders, spit pooling under your tongue in anticipation when he guides his cock to your dripping hole, his weeping tip smearing precum on your inner lips as he steadies his shaking hand. “i don’t have a condom,” jungwon mumbles, like an afterthought, like he hates telling you now because he doesn’t want you to change your mind now that he’s so close to having his cock engulfed by your wet cunt.

you just close your legs around his slim waist, urging him to put it in anyways, whispering “go, go, go,” with bated breath.

jungwon obliges immediately. the stretch burns and you sink your teeth into his shoulder to mask the sound he punches out of you with the ache and pleasure of having his long dick stretch you out for the first time.

“hngh,” jungwon huffs while he slowly pushes in as deep as he can, teeth catching on his bottom lip to muffle any new sounds as your pussy flutters around his throbbing length in your bodies attempt to adjust to the intrusion.

everything has happened so quick that it makes your head spin. the thought of fucking in such an accessible area, the intensity of letting jungwon fuck you raw without your usual amount of prep - it’s all overwhelming already. you need more though

“please, won,” you whimper. “jus’ fuck me, i can take it.”

jungwon has the decency to kiss you again when he experimentally pulls back and bucks his hips forward again, making you hiss as the drag sends dull sparks of pleasure throughout your aching cunt. his lips trail off when he pushes back and forth again though, leaving a spit slicked trail of breathless pecks down your throat until his head hangs low with his hair brushing the crook of your neck, tickling you with every desperate lurch of his hips aimed to fuck his weeping cock into you further and shoot his cum as deeply into you as he possibly can.

when it comes to fucking, jungwon doesn’t have the control he possesses when dancing or working out, thrusts quickly turning sloppy and selfish as jungwon gives himself to the indulgence of letting your rippling walls massage his aching cock.

he’s already close, you can tell by the nasal groans he releases against your neck every time he hurriedly buries his length into your sticky cunt again, small sounds of pleasure he can’t help but let out even though he knows the others might hear you. his groans are accompanied by your own needy whines as well as the rising volume of your sweaty bodies moving together, the smacks of jungwon’s careless hips and the way his cock is stirring through your sticky cunt creating the ickiest sounds that only push you closer to your high. jungwon’s hands are big and firm around your waist, keeping you in place for him as he chases his release with quick pumps, insistently fucking you deep and desperate.

“m’gonna cum inside you,” jungwon breathes against your neck. certainly not worded like a question but a rushed warning with the way his fingers dig into your sides almost painfully as he forces you to take his cock to the hilt without squirming away, cockhead knocking into your gummy walls with an intensity that has you feeling like jungwon’s buried all the way in your tummy. “gonna cum so much for you, gonna fill you up.”

his words make your pussy flutter around him, your body trying to milk jungwon for his seed before you can even fully comprehend that your tryst is coming to an end soon.

“yeah, oh f-fuck yeah, m’gonna make you t-take it, take it all,” jungwon whispers, an edge in his voice that you never heard before, all keyed up and strained and just about to break.

it only takes a few more thrusts before jungwon’s movements halt completely, body stilling over you as he pumps your cunt full of his creamy load with a long, satisfied sigh.

with his cock still hard inside of you jungwon hurriedly licks his thumb and lets his hand fall to move over your clit, small circles with just enough pressure to force you to press the back of your hand over your lips to stop yourself from whining his name too loud. you can feel some of the slick combination of your own arousal and jungwon’s cum dribble out of your messy cunt in thick globs when the onslaught of stimulation has you clenching down on jungwon’s softening cock, but you can’t bring yourself to care about the tacky mess you’re making when your shaking body is thrumming with exhilaration as jungwon’s movements hurl you towards your own high.

“come on,” jungwon urges, face scrunching up with concentration and overstimulation when your pussy starts pulsing around his sensitive dick harder now that you’re getting close. “just let go. i don’t care if they hear you, just cum for me.”

you don’t know how loud you really get when your arousal finally peaks and crashes over you, too caught up in the throes of your orgasm to notice - let alone control - the volume of your moans. all you know is that when the intense waves of your high fade out into pleasant aftershocks, you open your bleary eyes to meet jungwon’s equally fucked-out gaze. and he doesn’t look stressed at all when he mumbles:

fuma

giving:

something tells me this man loves rimming. if you’re into it as much as he is, he’ll happily give your ass just as much attention as your pussy, playing with both of your holes until you’re sobbin for him. no matter where his tongue is going, fuma usually holds your legs in the air for better access. he loves to feel your thighs shaking around his head both from pleasure and exertion while his tongue assaults your most sensitive area with assertive licks. when you get close he lets your burning legs rest on his shoulders, one hand pressing down on your abdomen, two fingers of the other hand thrusting into you in a come hither motion, trying to get you to squirt. whenever he succeeds you better believe he won’t be able to get that smug grin off his face, one look at him enough for you to know that he’s reliving the moment he made you cum over and over again until he gets to have you again.

receiving:

there’s something so endearing about how fuma frets around you whenever you suck his dick - he gets you a pretty pillow for knees, pets your head gently when you start laving at the sensitive head of his cock and holds your hair back for you when you start to take him deep. for a while fuma is happy letting you set the pace. then, if you let him, he’ll take your head in both hands - not fucking your face - but slowly guiding you up and down his cock, like he’s using you to get himself off. when he’s close he pulls out to watch a string of saliva connect your lips with his red tip and jerks off over your face. desperation leaves him with almost no traces of his earlier gentleness, a little mean streak coming through. it could be an accident, that when he cums on your face with a broken geoan it get everywhere, but part of you suspects he just likes watching you scowl when spare streaks of cum end up in your hair or up your nose. if you guys can’t afford to make a mess and he’s cumming in your mouth he’ll love you forever if you swallow and show him your tongue after. and you better believe fuma kisses you every time after he’s finished.

nicholas

giving:

eating you out is a regular part of foreplay with nicholas. he gives you so many compliments during, voice already coarse with excitement. he doesn’t just comment on how good you are for him - no, this man directly talks to your pussy in a way that makes you flush with embarrassment and arousal. he tells you how pretty she is, how much he loves her, that he knows she loves him. prepare for him to prove his love with multiple orgasms for you until you’re shaking. cross your hands above your head to show nicholas that you’re giving over all control to him and he’ll reward you. pulling his hair on the other hand almost makes him submissive with the way he practically melts into your cunt, hot puffs of air hitting your skin as he pants against you, renewing his efforts to get you wet enough so he can finally get his aching cock inside of you.

receiving:

he watches your every move with heavy lidded eyes. he might be the one with his cock out, but it’s hard for you to not feel exposed when he’s locked in on you with that predatory gaze. sometimes comments on how greedy you are. even when it’s undeniable how desperate he’s getting from the feeling of your tongue playing with his sensitive tip, hips kicking and voice faltering from how close he is, nicholas will still make fun of you for reaching between your own legs and touching yourself. it’s the definition of the two of you getting off on each other - the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue twisting your belly up in knots, the visual of you on your legs for him winding nicholas up to his orgasm at record speed. after he cums he needs to feel how wet you got for him in the process, urging you to climb in his lap and lazily fingering you your own orgasm while planting wet kisses on the side of your neck until you shake apart in his arms.

ej

giving:

euijoo likes watching you touch yourself first - the way your hands teasingly move up and down your thighs, your smaller fingers spreading your glistening lips for him and playing with your swollen clit with sensitive touches - and only then following the pattern with his tongue. he’s obsessed with the way you moan for him, nudging his thick fingers inside of you and curling them to get the sweetest sounds out of you while he laps at your clit. he doesn’t even know what he enjoys the most, the way you pulse against his tongue, the way your walls grip his fingers so tight when he pushes a third one in, or the way your voice sounds when he has you right there on the edge, ready to tip over for him as soon as he lets you.

receiving:

he likes feeling your lips and tongue all over him. he looks so indulgent whenever you suck him off, his hands behind his head as he watches you lave your tongue over him with heavy lidded eyes. i’m also convinced this man has super sensitive balls, suck one into your mouth and listen to him gasp for you. likes you massaging his perineum too when you take his cock deep, hurtling him towards an overwhelming high that makes his entire body conculse. euijoo cums so much for you, you can’t tell me otherwise. you’ll have difficulty swallowing all of it the first couple of times. he’s flushed red afterwards, almost apologetic for how he’s basically covered you in his cum, but too boneless to do anything besides pulling you in his arms and allowing you to guide him through the comedown of his high.

yuma

giving:

orgasm denial galore. yuma is so playful with you that he gets cruel with it. spits on your clit, then blows cold air on it to get you to shiver. teases you with feather light touches to make your hips buck. lightly spanks your pussy to watch you writhe. when he finally goes in with his mouth though, you betree believe he’ll give you his all, tongue deep inside of your cunt and his nose pressing up against your clit until his chin is soaked with your wetness and his spit and you’re begging him to let you cum. yuma will let you grind on his face when you’re close, hands coming up under your ass to support you as he finally hands over the reigns and lets you cum just the way you need it. he likes kissing you after too, likes having you suck your own arousal off his tongue until your both soaked in spit and slick.

receiving:

he’s kind of degrading with it. yuma makes you beg for his cock, spreading glistening precum over your pliant lips and tapping his tip against your tongue before finally letting you have a taste. his voice betrays him when he’s in your mouth though, winding up higher and higher, breaking around swears and commands. his moans suspiciously sound like begging themselves when he gets close to his release, illustrating how much power you really have over him when you have his pleasure at the tip of your tongue.

when yuma is in one of his moods and he wants to fuck your face, he’ll have your head hanging upside down from the bed, hips thrusting and fingers splaying over your throat, feeling you struggle but never quite pushing down. he might plug your nose for a second when he’s close, just to hear you choke on him and he can coo at you.

no matter how rough a session was, yuma will always make sure to repay you with eating you out first and some sweet cuddles after, stroking your back until you doze off in his arms.

jo

giving:

slow, but oh so passionate. this loverboy likes kissing and worshipping your entire body before he even thinks about getting down to your pussy. when jo finally gets his lips on where you need him the most, he’s fully making out with your cunt, gently licking and sucking at you until you’re melting into the sheets, his soft tongue slowly and steadily coaxing you into sensitvity. whenever your hips buck up to chase his face, jo pulls away for a second. “relax,” he tells you, huge fingers soothing over your thighs and hips as you try to calm your racing heart. “just let me get you there and stop trying to do all the work. you know it’ll feel better like this.” it does. with jo minutes blend into hours when he laves his tongue over all your sensitive spots over and over again, drawing slow circles and tantalizing figure-eights against your quivering heat until you fall apart beneath his touch, tears springin into yours eyes as he guides you through your high with firm licks until overstimulation makes you push his head away.

receiving:

baby is sensitive. he’s big too, so don’t even think about trying to fit all of him in your mouth. you prefer to wrap both if your hands around him and letting your tongue play with his sensitive head, suckling and swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip until the first burst of tangy precum hits your tastebuds. it’s only then that you start slowly moving up and down his length that’s stiffening more under your touches, his balls drawing up in anticipation of his release. but you like drawing it out because jo looks so pretty with his head tipped back and his eyelashes fluttering, almost ethereal when his mouth falls open to chant your name until you finally indulge him and bring him to completion.

harua

giving:

another meanie. harua teases first and overstimulates later, he’s relentless with his pointed tongue, poking on prodding at your most sensitive spots until you feel like your nerve endings are all laying bare for him. he’s very proud of himself, relishing the way he can reduce you to a babbling mess for him without even having to pull out his cock. as gentle and indulgent as harua can be sometimes, it all flies out of the window once he really gets a taste of you. it’s obvious that harua loves being between your legs, commanding your undevided attention no matter if he’s torturing you with teasing kitty licks, indulgent swipes of his tongue or harsh sucks of his mouth. harua won’t stop until you’ve cum at least twice for him, and he’d still have the audacity to ask you “was it good for you” while you’re still having trouble catching your breath.

receiving:

even though he’s so sweet with you outside of the bedroom - interlinking pinkies when you walk aboutside, resting his head on your shoulder when you’re watching a movie, soft touches, soft kisses, everything soft - inside of the bedroom harua can be a whole different person. he loves fucking your face and watching you choke on it whenever he gets the chance to, watching you struggle and ultimately succeed in taking his cock filling him with a sense of pride and exhilaration, his reward always coming immediately in the form of another harsh thrust into your mouth and a gasp of your name. that being said, harua gets super docile and whiney when you decide it’s his turn to get teased, though. he likes it when you polish your palm over the sensitive tip of his hard cock, the slick sounds only getting louder as he leaks precum against your hand. harua can’t help but thrust his hips in these situations either, instinctively humping forward to chase the sweet relief your hands and mouth provide for his aching cock until he can’t take it anymore.

taki

giving:

he’s kind of sloppy with it because he gets distracted easily. the way you smell, the way you taste, the way your tummy and chest look from down where he’s situated… it’s a lot and taki can’t help but get so overwhelmed by his own desire that his tongue quickly loses its finesse. luckily his fingers are nimble and well-versed, especially inside of you. taki will definitely get you off - don’t you worry about that - but his mouth serves more as a lubricant than an actual tool to pleasure you. you can’t say you mind, especially when he’s so cute when he’s getting lost in you. taki will definitely rub his stiffening cock against the cooling bedsheets while he’s nose deep in your cunt, absentmindedly seeking relief for his own arousal. he might cum in his pants if he’s not careful and it’s more often than not that you have to scold him for being too selfish. his sheepish smile tells you your stern voice only serves to turn him on more.

receiving:

taki will never take you for granted. he’s always super excited at the prospect of you getting your mouth on him and he enjoys every second of you actually sucking him off. taki isn’t too worried about the faces he makes or how he sounds when you’re spoiling him with your mouth. everything you give him, he gives himself right back to you with genuine, enthusiastic enjoyment that no amount of kinky roleplay could ever top. taki never lasts long when you suck him off, you know him too well for him to be able to hold back. but if you spit his cum into his mouth right after he’s finished, he might just about be ready to go again.

maki

giving:

sit on his face. no, really, sit on his face, he’s asking you too. maki isn’t shy when it comes to eating you out, already licking a fat stripe from the rose of your ass to your sensitive clit before you’re even fully situated. another member that could be fully into rimming you if that’s what you want. with his hands steadying you ar your hips he laps at your greedily, spreading his spit and your arousal all over your center and his lower face, his tongue indulgently swirling all over your quivering cunt and building you up to an orgasm quicker than you’d ever like to admit. it feels like he is everywhere and you don’t know whether to run from it or ask for more. maki loves when you buck your hips against his face when he’s eating it, considers it a sign he’s doing his job well without you even having to tell him.

receiving:

fuma

giving:

something tells me this man loves rimming. if you’re into it as much as he is, he’ll happily give your ass just as much attention as your pussy, playing with both of your holes until you’re sobbin for him. no matter where his tongue is going, fuma usually holds your legs in the air for better access. he loves to feel your thighs shaking around his head both from pleasure and exertion while his tongue assaults your most sensitive area with assertive licks. when you get close he lets your burning legs rest on his shoulders, one hand pressing down on your abdomen, two fingers of the other hand thrusting into you in a come hither motion, trying to get you to squirt. whenever he succeeds you better believe he won’t be able to get that smug grin off his face, one look at him enough for you to know that he’s reliving the moment he made you cum over and over again until he gets to have you again.

receiving:

there’s something so endearing about how fuma frets around you whenever you suck his dick - he gets you a pretty pillow for knees, pets your head gently when you start laving at the sensitive head of his cock and holds your hair back for you when you start to take him deep. for a while fuma is happy letting you set the pace. then, if you let him, he’ll take your head in both hands - not fucking your face - but slowly guiding you up and down his cock, like he’s using you to get himself off. when he’s close he pulls out to watch a string of saliva connect your lips with his red tip and jerks off over your face. desperation leaves him with almost no traces of his earlier gentleness, a little mean streak coming through. it could be an accident, that when he cums on your face with a broken geoan it get everywhere, but part of you suspects he just likes watching you scowl when spare streaks of cum end up in your hair or up your nose. if you guys can’t afford to make a mess and he’s cumming in your mouth he’ll love you forever if you swallow and show him your tongue after. and you better believe fuma kisses you every time after he’s finished.

nicholas

giving:

eating you out is a regular part of foreplay with nicholas. he gives you so many compliments during, voice already coarse with excitement. he doesn’t just comment on how good you are for him - no, this man directly talks to your pussy in a way that makes you flush with embarrassment and arousal. he tells you how pretty she is, how much he loves her, that he knows she loves him. prepare for him to prove his love with multiple orgasms for you until you’re shaking. cross your hands above your head to show nicholas that you’re giving over all control to him and he’ll reward you. pulling his hair on the other hand almost makes him submissive with the way he practically melts into your cunt, hot puffs of air hitting your skin as he pants against you, renewing his efforts to get you wet enough so he can finally get his aching cock inside of you.

receiving:

he watches your every move with heavy lidded eyes. he might be the one with his cock out, but it’s hard for you to not feel exposed when he’s locked in on you with that predatory gaze. sometimes comments on how greedy you are. even when it’s undeniable how desperate he’s getting from the feeling of your tongue playing with his sensitive tip, hips kicking and voice faltering from how close he is, nicholas will still make fun of you for reaching between your own legs and touching yourself. it’s the definition of the two of you getting off on each other - the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue twisting your belly up in knots, the visual of you on your legs for him winding nicholas up to his orgasm at record speed. after he cums he needs to feel how wet you got for him in the process, urging you to climb in his lap and lazily fingering you your own orgasm while planting wet kisses on the side of your neck until you shake apart in his arms.

ej

giving:

euijoo likes watching you touch yourself first - the way your hands teasingly move up and down your thighs, your smaller fingers spreading your glistening lips for him and playing with your swollen clit with sensitive touches - and only then following the pattern with his tongue. he’s obsessed with the way you moan for him, nudging his thick fingers inside of you and curling them to get the sweetest sounds out of you while he laps at your clit. he doesn’t even know what he enjoys the most, the way you pulse against his tongue, the way your walls grip his fingers so tight when he pushes a third one in, or the way your voice sounds when he has you right there on the edge, ready to tip over for him as soon as he lets you.

receiving:

he likes feeling your lips and tongue all over him. he looks so indulgent whenever you suck him off, his hands behind his head as he watches you lave your tongue over him with heavy lidded eyes. i’m also convinced this man has super sensitive balls, suck one into your mouth and listen to him gasp for you. likes you massaging his perineum too when you take his cock deep, hurtling him towards an overwhelming high that makes his entire body conculse. euijoo cums so much for you, you can’t tell me otherwise. you’ll have difficulty swallowing all of it the first couple of times. he’s flushed red afterwards, almost apologetic for how he’s basically covered you in his cum, but too boneless to do anything besides pulling you in his arms and allowing you to guide him through the comedown of his high.

yuma

giving:

orgasm denial galore. yuma is so playful with you that he gets cruel with it. spits on your clit, then blows cold air on it to get you to shiver. teases you with feather light touches to make your hips buck. lightly spanks your pussy to watch you writhe. when he finally goes in with his mouth though, you betree believe he’ll give you his all, tongue deep inside of your cunt and his nose pressing up against your clit until his chin is soaked with your wetness and his spit and you’re begging him to let you cum. yuma will let you grind on his face when you’re close, hands coming up under your ass to support you as he finally hands over the reigns and lets you cum just the way you need it. he likes kissing you after too, likes having you suck your own arousal off his tongue until your both soaked in spit and slick.

receiving:

he’s kind of degrading with it. yuma makes you beg for his cock, spreading glistening precum over your pliant lips and tapping his tip against your tongue before finally letting you have a taste. his voice betrays him when he’s in your mouth though, winding up higher and higher, breaking around swears and commands. his moans suspiciously sound like begging themselves when he gets close to his release, illustrating how much power you really have over him when you have his pleasure at the tip of your tongue.

when yuma is in one of his moods and he wants to fuck your face, he’ll have your head hanging upside down from the bed, hips thrusting and fingers splaying over your throat, feeling you struggle but never quite pushing down. he might plug your nose for a second when he’s close, just to hear you choke on him and he can coo at you.

no matter how rough a session was, yuma will always make sure to repay you with eating you out first and some sweet cuddles after, stroking your back until you doze off in his arms.

jo

giving:

slow, but oh so passionate. this loverboy likes kissing and worshipping your entire body before he even thinks about getting down to your pussy. when jo finally gets his lips on where you need him the most, he’s fully making out with your cunt, gently licking and sucking at you until you’re melting into the sheets, his soft tongue slowly and steadily coaxing you into sensitvity. whenever your hips buck up to chase his face, jo pulls away for a second. “relax,” he tells you, huge fingers soothing over your thighs and hips as you try to calm your racing heart. “just let me get you there and stop trying to do all the work. you know it’ll feel better like this.” it does. with jo minutes blend into hours when he laves his tongue over all your sensitive spots over and over again, drawing slow circles and tantalizing figure-eights against your quivering heat until you fall apart beneath his touch, tears springin into yours eyes as he guides you through your high with firm licks until overstimulation makes you push his head away.

receiving:

baby is sensitive. he’s big too, so don’t even think about trying to fit all of him in your mouth. you prefer to wrap both if your hands around him and letting your tongue play with his sensitive head, suckling and swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip until the first burst of tangy precum hits your tastebuds. it’s only then that you start slowly moving up and down his length that’s stiffening more under your touches, his balls drawing up in anticipation of his release. but you like drawing it out because jo looks so pretty with his head tipped back and his eyelashes fluttering, almost ethereal when his mouth falls open to chant your name until you finally indulge him and bring him to completion.

harua

giving:

another meanie. harua teases first and overstimulates later, he’s relentless with his pointed tongue, poking on prodding at your most sensitive spots until you feel like your nerve endings are all laying bare for him. he’s very proud of himself, relishing the way he can reduce you to a babbling mess for him without even having to pull out his cock. as gentle and indulgent as harua can be sometimes, it all flies out of the window once he really gets a taste of you. it’s obvious that harua loves being between your legs, commanding your undevided attention no matter if he’s torturing you with teasing kitty licks, indulgent swipes of his tongue or harsh sucks of his mouth. harua won’t stop until you’ve cum at least twice for him, and he’d still have the audacity to ask you “was it good for you” while you’re still having trouble catching your breath.

receiving:

even though he’s so sweet with you outside of the bedroom - interlinking pinkies when you walk aboutside, resting his head on your shoulder when you’re watching a movie, soft touches, soft kisses, everything soft - inside of the bedroom harua can be a whole different person. he loves fucking your face and watching you choke on it whenever he gets the chance to, watching you struggle and ultimately succeed in taking his cock filling him with a sense of pride and exhilaration, his reward always coming immediately in the form of another harsh thrust into your mouth and a gasp of your name. that being said, harua gets super docile and whiney when you decide it’s his turn to get teased, though. he likes it when you polish your palm over the sensitive tip of his hard cock, the slick sounds only getting louder as he leaks precum against your hand. harua can’t help but thrust his hips in these situations either, instinctively humping forward to chase the sweet relief your hands and mouth provide for his aching cock until he can’t take it anymore.

taki

giving:

he’s kind of sloppy with it because he gets distracted easily. the way you smell, the way you taste, the way your tummy and chest look from down where he’s situated… it’s a lot and taki can’t help but get so overwhelmed by his own desire that his tongue quickly loses its finesse. luckily his fingers are nimble and well-versed, especially inside of you. taki will definitely get you off - don’t you worry about that - but his mouth serves more as a lubricant than an actual tool to pleasure you. you can’t say you mind, especially when he’s so cute when he’s getting lost in you. taki will definitely rub his stiffening cock against the cooling bedsheets while he’s nose deep in your cunt, absentmindedly seeking relief for his own arousal. he might cum in his pants if he’s not careful and it’s more often than not that you have to scold him for being too selfish. his sheepish smile tells you your stern voice only serves to turn him on more.

receiving:

taki will never take you for granted. he’s always super excited at the prospect of you getting your mouth on him and he enjoys every second of you actually sucking him off. taki isn’t too worried about the faces he makes or how he sounds when you’re spoiling him with your mouth. everything you give him, he gives himself right back to you with genuine, enthusiastic enjoyment that no amount of kinky roleplay could ever top. taki never lasts long when you suck him off, you know him too well for him to be able to hold back. but if you spit his cum into his mouth right after he’s finished, he might just about be ready to go again.

maki

giving:

sit on his face. no, really, sit on his face, he’s asking you too. maki isn’t shy when it comes to eating you out, already licking a fat stripe from the rose of your ass to your sensitive clit before you’re even fully situated. another member that could be fully into rimming you if that’s what you want. with his hands steadying you ar your hips he laps at your greedily, spreading his spit and your arousal all over your center and his lower face, his tongue indulgently swirling all over your quivering cunt and building you up to an orgasm quicker than you’d ever like to admit. it feels like he is everywhere and you don’t know whether to run from it or ask for more. maki loves when you buck your hips against his face when he’s eating it, considers it a sign he’s doing his job well without you even having to tell him.

receiving:

leeknow

he likes to go for the more mentally draining and - sorry for the wording but - unhinged punishments.

minho’s favorite is probably to have you kneeling for him with a clothespin on your tongue, reciting his rules back to him as slowly and clearly as you can. you sound ridiculous with the pin hindering your ability to articulate and you can’t help but drool pathetically the more you try to enunciate for him.

minho looks so mean when he looks down on you like that and you have to avert your gaze because of the shame and arousal you feel from just being beneath him. it takes a while, but sooner or later you feel yourself going all mindless and floaty, eyes closed as you listen to minho’s steps circling you, still trying to repeat his rules back to him, to be good. minho kneels down to your height when he considers your job well done, one hand resting on your thigh, the other removing the clothespin from your numbing tongue with diligent fingers. you wince when he runs his fingers over the sore muscle and minho’s eyes sparkle.

“aww, are you sensitive? i’ll give you some medicine for that,” he promises with a devious lilt in his words.

he gets up unceremoniously and unbuckles his pants and you obediently keep your mouth open for him, numb but oh so inviting, ready to take whatever reward - or additional punishment - minho is willing to give you.

changbin

i feel like it actually takes a while to get changbin to the point that he truly feels like he needs to discipline you. it takes a day or maybe even two of consistent bratting and selfishness until you finally see that gleam in his eye when he tilts his head at you disapprovingly and you know that you finally got to him.

changbin asks you if you’ve forgotten the most basic training, musing that he needs to start it all over and go back to the very first thing he taught you: sucking dick. changbin is way harsher in his throat training now than he was when you started sleeping together. now that he knows just what you can take he has no reservations pinching your nose closed between his fingers and jerking his hips against your face until you gag for him. changbin groans that he’s close and he pulls out when you get ready to swallow, jerking off into his palm with quick, firm strokes until his release streaks his cupped palm white. your throat is sore but you can’t help letting out a sassy remark to hide the disappointment of not getting to swallow his cum this time. “what? was that my punishment?” you giggle.

“no,” changbin smiles. “this is.”

you don’t even get a second process this before he’s slapping you across the face with his cum, the impact stinging more than it actually hurts you. as your now sticky cheek flushes in the aftermath, it doesn’t take long for the rest of your body to heat up from the humiliation blooming just beneath your skin.

“what?” changbin challenges, mimicking your bratty attitude from before. “aren’t you gonna say thank you?”

hyunjin

as your dom, hyunjin can be strict and he can be demanding - but he would never outright punish you.

why would he? both of you know that he’s above getting his hands dirty to discipline you, especially when he can just make you do it yourself.

whenever you misbehave you can already tell that hyunjin is displeased with your antics, but it doesn’t quite show until the next time you get intimate, when you’re already naked and ready for him, lips swollen from his hungry kisses and cunt dripping with the desperate need for hyunjin’s undevided attention. “you know what you did, baby, don’t you?” hyunjin mumbles and that’s your sign. he wants you telling him exactly what you did wrong, that you understand why it was wrong. then he wants you begging for forgiveness while humping his shoe. if you cum then that’s your problem, both of you know you’re not giving your swollen clit a break until hyunjin accepts your apology. you know that moving away only makes hyunjin press the sole of his boot against your harder, so you accept your fate and obediently move your drippy cunt over the shiny leather just for him.

you can try not to make too much of a mess of hyunjin’s expensive shoes all you want while you’re at it, but you know hyunjin will make you clean up after yourself regardless.

han

one word: overstimulation.

you’re still giggling when jisung cuffs your wrists to the headboard, the dissatisfied crease between his eyebrows not deterring you at all from you delighting in the fact that everything is going your way. it almost feels like a reward when jisung situates himself between your legs, resting your thighs on his shoulders.

“i don’t want to hear another sound out of you,” he huffs and it’s only then when dread begins to set in. because even with the countless times you’ve had the luxury of being at the receiving end of your boyfriend’s talented tongue you cannot remember a single instance where he hasn’t reduced you to a moaning mess within mere minutes. there’s no time to brace yourself when jisung’s soft tongue meets your cunt, gently parting your folds before swirling an indulgent circle around your clit, already sensitive and swollen in your excitement. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip and roll your hips up against jisung’s face, a silent plea for him to continue despite your self-control already slipping with just one touch. it doesn’t take him long to get you on the brink of your first orgasm, sucking and licking at you just the way you need him to with the most obscene sounds that only add to your arousal somehow.

you try to hold it together, try to keep yourself from humping against his face in desperate anticipation, try to not moan out it pleasure and agony. it’s a lost battle when jisung renews his efforts between your thighs, two fingers slipping into your sopping cunt and curling upwards, tongue swirling over your clit at a rapid pace that has sparks of please shooting sll throughout your body. “jisung,” you gasp, any worries about the consequences of the smallest sound thrown out the window. “please.”

his indulgence is almost threatening. jisung - usually so teasing, so slow - just keeps up his pace for you, your pussy squelching around his digits as he keeps curling them into you, tongue flattening against your pulsing clit until your orgams crashes over you, tingly and strong.

“two more,” jisung grins while you’re still clenching around his fingers, trying to come down from your high. you can’t help but whimper in response.

“make it three.”

felix

he doesn’t like punishing you, he tells you adamantly, his deep voice sweet like syrup. doesn’t like punishing you at all but now he’ll have to, won’t he? he’s spoilt you too much, given you too many liberties, too much time to form your own selfish thoughts in your silly little head. thoughts that - much to his chagrin - aren’t centered around how much you need him. felix needs to remind you of your place, he fears. that’s why he has to punish you, despite how much he swears up and down he hates seeing you like this.

and so felix makes you edge the whole day, has you send him pics and videos of your arousal coating your fingers and staining your underwear, but never giving you permission to bring yourself over the edge and fully soil your underwear for him. he has you touch yourself in public restrooms and under your desk at work, anywhere you can get away with staying on the edge without getting caught. and then, finally, when you come home to him felix edges you for him some more. first with tender touches of the tips of his fingers, then the teasing flick of his tounge, and finally with just the tip of his cock, shallowly fucking himself in and out if your tight entrance while he makes you play with your aching clit some more, catching your wrist in one hand whenever you get too frantic.

it’s only when he sees tears brimming at your lash line and you insist you’ll never take an orgasm granted again through gritted teeth, that felix deems it a lesson well learned and finally grants you release. and the orgasm that crashes over you like a tidal wave after anticipating it for an entire day makes the torture worth it.

seungmin

another dom that likes to consider himself a fan of the classics.

you’ve forgotten a specific rule of his? he’ll have you writing it out over and over again for up to an hour to see if maybe some repetition will ger it into your head.

you’re not just writing lines of course. you’re also sitting pretty in his favorite skirt, perched in seungmin’s lap with your panties pushed to the side and his thick cock buried between your slick walls.

seungmin doesn’t let you move, even the slightest shift earns you a warning slap to your cheek. he might play with your clit a bit, just to throw you off, harshly laughing at you when your pen slips on the paper or his sudden touch causes you to misspell a word. it’s so clear that seungmin is getting off on this just as much as you are, his cock hard and throbbing inside of you whenever you ask him to let you stop writing, you swear you’ve learned your lesson and you’ll be good now. but he still doesn’t budge until at least an hour has past.

you’ll just have to keep cockwarming seungmin until he decided he can’t take it anymore and fucks you over the table right then and there. seungmin doesn’t care if the ink hasn’t dried yet when he holds your head down against the table, the other hand finding leverage at your waist as he pistons his hips against your ass at a relentless pace, still repeating his rules to you when his cock bullies your cunt until you think you can feel him knocking at your cervix with all that force.

i.n

jeongin knows a little bit of denial, a tap on your ass or a stern talking to would never be enough to get a message across to a brat like you. no, jeongin has learned over the months and years that the only way to teach you a lesson is humiliation.

he keeps you guessing - and you wouldn’t have it any other way - you know you’re getting punished today, but you don’t know with what.

relization sets in soon enough when during a night of partying and drink after drink after drink you tell jeongin you’re going to the bathroom and he tells you “no”. it sets in further he tells you “no” again, until he finally takes you home only to push you up against the wall in your hallway, rough fingers finding their way into your jeans while his other hands presses against your bladder until you’re forced to release everything all over the tiled entryway in a mortifying reminder that jeongin still controls you.

realization sets in when drawn out foreplay turns into your hands cuffed to the headboard, desperate and needy, with the only release jeongin grants you is a pillow that he lets you hump your sopping cunt agaunst while he films your embarrassment for future use.