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♡Au: horror, serial killer, this character is from the Library of Illusion series i did, for context
♡Trope: slasher boyfriend, established relationship
♡Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
♡Word Count: 2,048
♡Warnings: predator/prey, mentions of knife play (not in this fic), hide and fuck, fear kink, mentions of past murders, sex with no protection
♡Master List ~ Day Eight: Hongjoong {Pegging} ~ Day Eleven: Yeosang {Spit Kink}
Your boyfriend intertwines his fingers with yours, swinging your arms happily as you walk towards an abandoned warehouse. “This is going to be so fun, Babe,” Wooyoung says.
You press your lips inwards. You know this is going to be fun. But part of that fun is the trepidation that’s been building in your chest the moment you started driving to this remote location.
It was Wooyoung’s date idea; to go to an old warehouse and for him to pursue you in a new setting. It was all and well to chase you in his childhood house where his trophies of his kills were posed and stories created. But sometimes a girl wants to get out of the house.
When you didn't answer him, Wooyoung’s smile falters. “Right?” He shook your arm for good measure to pull your attention back to him. “Right?!”
“Mmm!” You nod in reassurance. “Of course.”
Wooyoung’s lips purse to the side of his cheek. It’s quite a cute gesture for a man who murdered. “Are you sure you want to do this? Is it because it’s at another location where you feel less safe? You know I only want to do this if you want to do this. That’s how we--”
You press a finger against Wooyoung’s mouth. “Wooyoung. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be here. You know the rules.”
Wooyoung readily recites the rules. “No deep cuts. Avoid the wrists and bends of your arms. I can lick the knife as long as I’m still fucking you. And you come first, then I do.”
“Exactly. If I wasn’t excited about this, how could you possibly make me come first?”
Wooyoung nods in agreement. “And mine?”
You let go of his hand and slowly started to walk backward to the gaping hole that was the entrance to the abandoned warehouse. “Try to run and hide. Try not to make a sound--”
“And if I catch you, I get to fuck you.” Wooyoung grins, a maniac gleam in his eyes. This time Wooyoung has a butterfly knife that he whips open and close easily. “That’s my favorite part.” He then blows you a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Mister Serial Killer.”
Wooyoung rolls his eyes at the formality. He prefers to hunt you as your boyfriend. But then again, the excitement of him being the unknown predator and you the potential prey was the whole reason you were here in the first place. “Go!” He shooes you.
You blow him a kiss back and then hit a dead run. The warehouse is huge, full of old machinery. You’re not sure if this was a factory once or that this is where they moved the old machinery, but everything smelled wet and rusty.
Wooyoung began to count loudly. “Three!” His loud voice carried through the rafters after you. “Fuck, this is gonna be great.”
You took stock of your potential hiding places. You couldn't pick an early one or an obvious one. So that left out the easily climbable machine and the ladder on the wall. You wove a trail that wasn’t straight further through the warehouse.
“Two! I hope you’re getting ready for me!”
Your heart is beating quickly. The excitement and adrenaline and fear all mixed together as your head whipped back and forth, desperately trying to find the perfect hiding spot. There are large old advertising boards but that’s too easy. There is a downturned dome, but by the look of the moonlight, it wasn’t easily liftable.
“One! I’m not putting my mask on this time!” Weird, he always masked up before chasing you. What changed tonight?
You loop back once you find the back of the warehouse. Racing up the other side, you find exactly what you had been looking for: a gap between machines. You slide between them, deep into the shadows.
“Little mouse, where have you gone?” Wooyoung shouts in a sing-song voice.
A shiver goes down your spine. You clamp your hand over your mouth in an attempt to hush your loud breathing. Wooyoung was a master hunter, whether it was finding your sweet body to fuck or the long list of his victims. It was games like these that seemed to satiate him so that he wasn’t actually killing. You’d gladly sacrifice your body for the sake of others.
“I hope you didn’t go up the ladder, Babe,” Wooyoung continues to speak out loud to you. “That would be a very short chase, and I don’t think you’re wet enough for that quite yet.
You can’t help but snort under your breath.
“And I know you didn’t climb up the first machine you came across. My little mouse is much too smart for that.” He really did know you inside and out.
You wiggle down, finding room to slide your knees up to your chest. Perhaps if you are smaller, you’ll be harder to see. Your heartbeat, however, isn’t slowing down.
A crash makes you yelp in fear. Wooyoung had found the advertising boards and probably put a foot through them for this exact reaction.
“I didn’t hear your squeak, little mouse, so you’re not here, hmmm?” Wooyoung’s voice was getting closer. “Am I getting closer? Is your cute little pussy getting ready for me, I wonder?”
Your lower lips are, in fact, soaked. Your barely-there skirt was simply a tease for Wooyoung. You have to focus, however.
“My little mouse found a tiny hole to squeeze into, did she?” Wooyoung’s sneakered feet sound nearby, but you don’t see anything.
Still, you hold your breath, hoping and praying he wasn’t about to find you yet.
“My knife is eager to bite into you, Babe!” Wooyoung says in a pouty voice. “Don’t you want it’s kiss?”
You, in fact, hated that damn blade. Unfortunately, you’ve been a bit conditioned by now. The shallow slice of a knife, the dripping of your blood down your skin, starts to turn you on. Your body knows if you’re getting cut, you’re going to get fucked. It was a simple fact of your life now with your serial killer boyfriend.
“It would be nice if you-- aha!” Wooyoung shouts, but then sounds disappointed. “Not here, huh? Damn, little mouse, you are getting good at this game.”
Uh oh. You had never done this before. What if Wooyoung got upset about not being able to find you? If he isn’t having fun, you might not either. Maybe you need to make a noise, or--
A hand wraps around your arm and suddenly yanks you from your hiding space. You scream in fear, being yanked out of your thoughts and spot simultaneously.
“Got you!” Wooyoung yells triumphantly.
“Oh my God, Wooyoung, you scared the shit out of me!” You shout, slapping Wooyoung’s chest. “I thought you were further away.”
Wooyoung has a very pleased smile on his face. “I did that to trick you. Worked, didn’t it?”
You laugh under your breath. “You always keep me on my toes, don’t you?”
Wooyoung’s eyes have become hooded as he pushes you against the large machine he had pulled you from. His hand presses against your chest, not to grope you, but to feel your heartbeat skittering against your ribcage. “I always want to be able to surprise you and scare you. How else are you going to get so wet?”
That same hand descends and easily reaches under your skirt to find your slickness. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he finds you eager for him. “Babe,” he moans.
“I’m ready for you, Woo,” you purr. “Where’s your knife?”
Wooyoung’s eyes widen, and he pulls back, desperately patting his pockets. First his hoodie, then his jeans, and wincing. “It must have fallen out when I was playing around with it.”
You try not to show how excited that makes you. “Can you still…?”
Wooyoung tilts his head. “You better not be asking what I think you’re asking, little mouse.”
You shrug. “You’ve never fucked me without cutting me.”
Wooyoung frowns, lips scrunching together. “That’s not true.”
“Wooyoung,” you say in a knowing voice.
“There are other ways, you know.”
You freeze, just like the mouse Wooyoung is always comparing you to. Slowly, your eyes drift upwards. “What?”
“I don’t always kill with a knife.” Wooyoung steps forward, both his hands flirting with your collarbones.
“We-we’ve never tested that, Wooyoung,” You begin to stutter.
Wooyoung’s grin gets bigger. “Does that scare you?”
“ ‘course it does!” You protest. “What if--?”
“What if I accidentally kill you?”
You shudder under Wooyoung’s touch, and he cackles. “I don’t want to fuck a dead body, Babe.”
“Lucky me,” You mutter under your breath.
Wooyoung grips your ass and maneuvers your leg to swing around his body. He grinds easily, the roughness of his jeans against your soaked folds. You cry out at the feeling, and Wooyoung smirks. “You know the rules. If I catch you, I fuck you. I don’t need the knives. They’re just the cherry on top. You know your sweet little cunt is all I need.”
You cup Wooyoung’s face fondly. “I only need your pretty dick, Woo.”
“I’m going to come in my pants if you talk like that,” Wooyoung complains.
You reach for his jeans to unbutton him and pull down the zipper. Wooyoung had gone commando, just like you, for easy access. When you bring your other leg around his body, locking at the small of his back, Wooyoung wiggles his jeans down past his ass, and guides his cock between your folds.
“I caught you,” Wooyoung groans as he pushes into you.
“Yeah,” you whine. “Now my pussy is all yours, Mister Serial Killer.”
“It’s always mine,” Wooyoung growls.
“Fuck,” You bit down on your lip as Wooyoung bottoms out. “Yeah it is.”
“No matter how many times you run, no matter how many places you hide in, I’ll always find you. I’ll always fuck you. That’s our life now.” Wooyoung always runs his mouth, no matter what he’s doing. You don’t mind, though. His dirty talk was half of the fun.
You squeeze your legs so that you can help Wooyoung fuck into you properly. “This is where I belong,” you agree.
“In a dirty warehouse, scared out of your wits end, my cock deep inside of you,” Wooyoung expands.
You wrap your arms behind Wooyoung’s neck, pulling his head closer. “Give us a kiss, Baby.”
“Do you kiss all the serial killers that fuck this sweet cunt of yours,” Wooyoung grins before pecking your lips.
“What, is there a club you plan on passing me around to?” You joke.
Except… Wooyoung doesn’t correct you.
“Uh… Wooyoung?” You swallow loudly when your words are met with silence.
“I don’t think you want the answer to that, Babe,” Wooyoung says in an eerie voice, a queer look in his eyes.
You giggle nervously, your cunt clenching around Wooyoung’s curved cock. “Very funny, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung teasingly bites your nose, and let’s go. “I’m not joking.” Then he thrusts into you so deeply and so sharply that you start to see stars.
It’s off to the races, your heartbeat racing with your thoughts. How are you supposed to think about this serial killer club when Wooyoung’s fucking you so good.
“Now who’s the one dumb off who?” Wooyoung baits you.
“Me. Me, I’m drunk off your cock, Woo,” You pant. “Fuck me so good, oh fuck, Wooyoung, please!” Your mind shatters into a million little pieces as your climax races through you.
“That’s right,” Wooyoung says. He sounds proud but a little strained. “That’s my cock doing that to you.” His thrusts start to get a little sloppy and he looses his grip on you a little. “Dumb little cunt only knows how to come around… my… cock!”
At last, your boyfriend comes, filling you up with his cum. He slows down his speed as you both come down from your highs. He’s sweaty and panting but he’s glowing at that’s what matters the most.
“This was such a good idea,” you pant against his lips, giving him a peck.
“Sure was a good show.”
You blink slowly because you’re pretty sure that wasn’t Wooyoung’s voice. Your heart speeds up again and your cunt clenches around Wooyoung, who lets out a slow chuckle. Fear truly was your kink.
Master List ~ Day Eight: Hongjoong {Pegging} ~ Day Eleven: Yeosang {Spit Kink}
♤Master List ~ Day Eight: Mingi & Jongho {Threesome} ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey}
You stood in your tent and stared at the cot that served as your place of rest. Your bed was your enemy now. If you dared to place your head, you would get captured in a dream that would slowly attempt to kill you. The worst thing about it was… it wasn’t even the creation of a black-magic user. It was a trap of your own making.
“I thought I saw your light still on,” Hongjoong strolled into your tent like he belonged here. He did. You swear at this point in the war, he had spent more time in your tent than in his own, and he had captain things to do.
You sent a tiny bitter smile of greeting his way. “Hey.”
Hongjoong’s hands found your shoulders, and his thumbs began to dig into the knots of stress there. “Is it going to be one of those nights again?”
Hongjoong was aware of your current situation. You had fed him a lie that while being in the war, the closer the threat to your life, the darker your dreams were. Hongjoong thought it was your proximity to him that made you a target for The Reaper. You knew better; the more time you spent with your captain, the more your love for him--and the fear of losing him--attempted to kill you. Because you knew that if Hongjoong died, your heart would go with him.
You nodded, turning your head and rubbing your cheek against the back of Hongjoong’s fingers. “I’m afraid so.”
“Good thing I’m here then, huh?” Hongjoong put on a broad smile. There was nothing that could get this man down. He was always trying to spread positivity amongst his troops.
Your lover pushed a tender kiss to your temple and turned you around to face him. “Shall we, Captain?”
And like that, as if Hongjoong had hypnotized you and snapped his fingers, you were the one in charge. “Shouldn't you be on your knees, Lieutenant?” You crooned.
Hongjoong dropped without any preamble. His eyes stared up at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. “What do you need from me, Captain?"
“Compliant and wet,” You purred.
Hongjoong whined. “But we haven’t even started yet?”
You cocked your head, appearing curious, but your face was deadly. “You mean the minute you went to your knees, you didn’t get a small wet spot on your underwear?” You clucked your tongue in disappointment. “I expect better of you, Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong shuffled forward eagerly. “I can be better,” he whispered in excitement.
“Can you?” You cupped Hongjoong’s face, if only to rub the pad of your thumb over his generous lower lip.
The captain’s expression became a bit vacant. Hongjoong’s oral fixation was horrible. He began to open his lips to take in your thumb when you removed your hold on him altogether. Hongjoong stumbled, having to right himself after leaning into your touch.
You take a seat on your cot, crossing your legs and leaning back on your palms. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well? I’m waiting, Lieutenant, and my patience is wearing thin. Should I--”
Before you could even finish your sentence, Hongjoong was unbuckling his pants and playing with the head of his cock through his underwear. It truly wasn’t long before a wet spot spread across them. Hongjoong looked up at you hopefully. “Is that better?”
You placed the ball of your booted foot against Hongjoong’s chest and pushed. “Do you really think you can play without yourself and make this all better?” You shook your head. “I really do have to do all the work around here, don’t I? Just a pretty head and nothing between those ears, huh?”
Hongjoong’s face heated up with embarrassment. “I can--”
Your hand snapped out and captured Hongjoong’s face in a fierce grip. “No, you can’t, Hongjoong. That’s the point. You can’t even use your cock properly, can you?” You push Hongjoong back, releasing his jaw and he fell to the ground. You placed your foot barely over his cock, only clothed in his underwear. “You need me to fuck you to make you even form sentences. It’s quite sad, actually.”
Hongjoong moaned loudly, and his eyes widened in fear. He had to be quiet. In fact, there was a rule of punishment if Hongjoong was too loud in your tent.
You sighed heavily and lifted your foot off of him. “See? Oh, Lieutenant."
Hongjoong pouted but moved towards the locked chest at the foot of your cot. He whispered the greek word for secret, and it opened a bottom drawer that hadn't been there before. He reached for a cock ring and then moved towards the cot.
It was there he assumed his position: face down, ass up. He pulled his pants down, along with his underwear, and placed the cock ring around himself with a hiss. He was about to get a whole lot of fucking with zero orgasm. Well, he had only enacted one punishment, so he’d have only one withheld orgasm.
You removed your shift completely, reaching down into the same drawer and pulling out the double-sided strap-on that had been specially crafted for your specific purpose; it would pull your own wetness from your cunt and push out of the hole at the tip. One side slipped up into your cunt, pressing against your clit, while it snuggly fit on your body so that the cock part aimed perfectly as if you had a cock yourself. You whispered Agua and all the wetness you had acquired from degrading Hongjoong began to bead out of the cockhead.
You used the wetness to coat your finger and began to open Hongjoong’s puckered hole up. You swore, the captain enjoyed the work up part more than the act itself because Hongjoong was always the noisiest as you scissored him.
One hand on Hongjoong’s hip, and other two fingers deep in him, you sighed. “Am I going to have to gag you, Hongjoong?”
“No no no,” Hongjoong mindlessly disagreed with you. “I can be quiet.”
“Prove it then,” You snapped.
You removed your fingers from Hongjoong, and he whined like you had just taken his favorite toy away from him. You clucked your tongue in disappointment once again. “That’s a second orgasm lost, Lieutenant. Your punishments are stacking up.”
“Please!” Hongjoong could only plead for the one thing that would make him feel better and that was the dark blue cock that was nestled between your legs right now.
“At least you remembered the magic word,” you muttered.
You maneuvered the cock to Hongjoong’s puckered hole and slowly pushed into him. Hongjoong whimpered quietly as you gave him exactly what he wanted. You rocked your hips slightly, fighting for every inch. One look down at HOngjoong showed him drooling and vacant-eyed once again. It was obvious he did enjoy the work towards the goal the most.
Once you were fully sheathed inside of him, you rubbed Hongjoong’s ass tenderly. “Are you ready, Joongie?”
“Mmm,” Hongjoong was nonverbal now.
Taking some pity on him, you started to move in and out of his now-stretched hole. Hongjoong moaned at the movement. You leaned over Hongjoong’s back and slowly stroked him. Hongjoong let out a squeak at the added stimulation. You weren’t eager to pick up speed either way. It’s not like Hongjoong was coming anytime soon.
“Isn’t this exactly where you belong? In my bed, under me, escaping sleep?” You murmured against his clothed back.
“ ‘s good,” Hongjoong managed to slur, clearly not hearing anything but wanting to be good.
“So good, huh, Joongie?” You cooed at your lover. “Feels good to have my cock deep inside of you, doesn’t it?”
Hongjoong swallowed loudly. “More,” he whined.
“No, Joongie. We have all night. You’ll get what I give you,” You replied.
“More,” Hongjoong pleaded. He raised his ass to meet one of your slow thrusts inside of him. His ass jolted a bit with the harsher slap of your pelvis against his ass, and he groaned happily.
You deliberately raised your body and then pulled nearly out of him entirely. Only the cockhead of the double sided strap-on remained inside of him. Hongjoong made noises of worry. He knew when something was about to be taken away from him.
“Who's in charge?” You growled.
“You! Youuuuuu!” Hongjoong strained backward regardless. The shape of his ass was so very nice.
“Am I? then why are you attempting to change the pace to what you want, Hongjoong?” You sneered.
“ ‘m not, I'm not, it’s you, you’re the captain. I’m dumb, I’m just a dumb useless cock,” Hongjoong wailed.
“That’s right,” You agreed.
So the pattern continued, as you slowly fucked Hongjoong with your double sided strap-on. You were edging yourself as well, but you were attempting to tire yourself out until the point where you had no dreams and beat Hongjoong’s insomnia while you were at it. Hongjoong begged for more, or took it where he could, and you denied denied denied.
It wasn’t until a teary-eyed Hongjoong, with a trembling lower lip, finally had his cock ring removed, that you fucked him on his back, legs up in the air. He was able to spurt over his stomach as your own orgasm ripped through you. You both made desperate noises as you came.
Hongjoong looked perfect under you, covered in all manner of bodily fluids, eyes closed, his little kitty-cat smile curling up the corners of his lips. He was content like this, and this is how you preferred him.
“Did you come, Joongie?” You asked your rhetorical question.
“You made me come so fucking hard,” Hongjoong groaned, slowly but surely coming back to his true self.
You chuckled, pulling out of him and pulling the toy out of you. You cleaned it up thoroughly with a Dutch word and then tossed your tired body beside your captain.
“Happy slumber,” you murmured to your lover.
“Happy dreamless sleep,” he murmured back.
Master List ~ Day Eight: Mingi & Jongho {Threesome} ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey}
♧Au: sci-fi, aliens, apart of my Breed series, pls check out this chapter for context
♧Trope: strangers to lovers, poly-share
♧Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
♧Word Count: 2,606
♧Warnings: threesome, breast play, breast obsession, first time sex, sex with no protection, ass appreciation, first time oral, oral (m)
♧Master List ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia} ~ Day Nine: Hongjoong {Pegging}
“This is ridiculous,” Jongho grumbled under his breath. “After practically all of you have experimented with the humans, I hardly understand why it’s necessary for me as well.”
Mingi sneers half-heartedly. “If I have to do it, so do you.”
Jongho blew an annoyed raspberry at the tall guard. “I don’t know why you’re complaining. It seems like you are enamored with the female’s mammary glands.” Jongho sends a look down his nose. “You know those are for young, right?”
Mingi’s fists clench momentarily. It was time for Jongho to get off his high horse. Mingi was going to be the one to lead Jongho to his demise. It only seemed right, the way he was initiated. It seemed like these humans enjoyed procreation through teaching methods.
You were in the room of rest that you and San had been given. San was out for observation, Mingi had ensured that with Wooyoung, and that left you all for Mingi and Jongho.
“My comet,” Mingi greeted you cordially despite the term of endearment.
“Mingi!” You launch yourself upwards from the wavy couch in excitement. “I didn’t expect to see you.”
Mingi’s visage softened for a moment, and then he shook his head. He couldn't be swayed until Jongho was committed too far to stop. “I have brought the final member of our team you’ve yet to meet. This is--”
“Choi Jongho, chief data collector,” Jongho interrupted Mingi. He thrusted out his hand to you, as he had learned from the videos of foreign dignitaries meeting for the first time. “We are what your species call scientists. No, researchers. Yes.”
“Ah,” you say, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jongho.”
Jongho put his hands behind his back and began to pace. “As you’re well aware, we are here to collect the data in regards to what purpose your species has for copulating still to procreate. Our species, of course, is beyond such frivolities. Why involve bodily functions that are messy when once can simply splice genes and create the perfect offspring?”
Your eyes lit up with interest. “Well, for one--”
Jongho waved away your words. “Yes yes, you’ve cited the pleasure of it. Certainly something to consider, I suppose.”
You cocked your head. “How can you consider it if you haven’t experienced it yourself?”
Jongho’s eyes meet Mingi’s,who simply shrugs in response. “I’ve taken extensive notes.”
You shook your head, eyebrows furrowing. “You’ve taken notes? There’s no way a thorough researcher like yourself has simply taken notes and leaves it at that.”
“The feeling is unquantifiable,” Mingi agrees. “It’s not even the moment of it. There is a build up, and accumulation if you will. It--”
Jongho cuts off the guard once again. It seemed to be his habit. “I don’t need a Body to tell me about it again, I have your debrief memorized, Mingi.”
If looks could kill, Jongho would be lying bleeding on the floor.
“However,” Jongho continued. “I don’t believe that I have to experience it myself. There is plenty of experimentation involving many of you humans and what you call us aliens.”
You shoot an apologetic look Mingi’s way. “But what if their explanation is not enough? What if you could succinctly capture what exactly pleasure feels like? Surely, that would look amazing on your report back to your home planet?”
The alien brought his hand to his chin in an extremely human gesture in thought. “You do have a point.”
“The first step would be to find what part of the female appeals to you,” Mingi reiterated.
“That does seem to be the key, doesn’t it,” Jongho continued to think out loud. He paced around you, circling like a shark in the water. “What appeals to me about you, female.”
“ ‘Female’ is a bit clinical, don’t you think?” You bring up for the thousandth time.
“I’m sure you do,” you muttered under your breath.
However, Jongho squeezed your body in an attempt to discover what exactly did it for him. One hand went to your ass, and then another joined it until he was practically groping you through your robe. And it was doing something to you.
When you let out a soft moan, however, Jongho removed his hands like your body burned him. “I still don’t see how this is important.”
You turned around quickly. “Well.” You let your eyes drag down Jongho’s body until they arrive to rest on his pelvis. “The only way you’re going to get hard enough is to find what you enjoy.”
Jongho frowned heavily, his chin hitting his chest as he joined you, staring at this pelvis. “Why can’t I simply decide I’m ready to procreate and it gets ready?”
You giggled in response. “Mingi, do you think we should show him what we mean?”
Mingi is nodding quickly before you even finish your sentence. Then his eyes shyly moved towards Jongho. “You can repeat according to methodology, correct?” Perhaps Mingi was showing that he shouldn’t be left out of the equation of big thinkers.
You removed your robe immediately, letting it shimmy to the ground. Mingi’s gaze went straight to your tits. It was clear that the alien had an affinity for them. Which was fine by you. You loved a good breast worship.
Your nipples pebbled from the cold ship air, and Mingi took a step towards your body. His eyes, somehow bigger now and more vulnerable, met your gaze. “I heard it’s important for males to ask for permission.”
You’re sure on Mingi’s bad days, he could kill many living beings, with his stature and his sharp gaze. But in moments like these, you were sure he was a soft boy, just like Sannie. That thought alone had your heart expand for another alien.
“You have permission to touch me, Mingi,” you replied quietly.
Mingi’s hand reached out, bouncing your tit in the palm of his hand, almost as if he was judging its weight. But by the way his pupils darkened, you were assuming that he was savoring the moment of having your breasts in his hands once again. “These are my favorites. I can not explain why they appeal to me. I do know they are soft, and I like that. Having tasted them before--”
Jongho scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Tasted?”
You encouraged Mingi by nodding, and then the tall alien carefully leaned down and captured one nipple in his mouth. You couldn't help but groan at the feeling of his hot mouth encompassing your nipple. Your hand carded through his hair, encouraging him to do more. Mingi licked your nipple, circling it like he was following the shape of it. Then he popped off to answer Jongho.
“She enjoys the feeling of it, and that makes me want to do it more.” To underline his point, he sucked and licked at your other nipple.
“This also helps me,” you panted. “It prepares my body for procreation as well.”
“How so?” Jongho demanded quickly.
Mingi backed off from your nipples. He wrapped his huge hand around his now-very-apparent erection. “I would also like to know. I was not privy to this the last time…”
The last time being when he fucked your tits while San fucked your cunt. Mingi had a point. Good thing you were an exhibitionist.
You put your feet a little bit further apart and then dipped your fingers along your slick folds. “I need to be wet for your cocks.”
“Cocks?” Jongho frowned again. “Are you able to take more than one? Surely not.”
You laughed a little apprehensively. “I’ve never done it before, but theoretically, yes.”
Jongho wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it free of your cunt. When he could see how visibly coated and wet your fingers were, he raised an eyebrow at you. “And are you ready?”
You shrugged. “I am, but you’re not.”
Jongho was not sporting a tent within his robe. “I suppose I should, then, touch you…”
“I have an idea.” Mingi licked his lips. “I’m ready. We should not waste the energy. I should enter my Comet. You can figure out what you prefer as I do so.”
“You want that?” Jongho questioned.
Mingi smiled slowly. “Fucking her breasts was a delight but I am eager to attempt the correct way.”
His usage of your phrases and that slow smile just made you wetter if you weren’t already. So you grabbed Mingi’s hand and led him back to the wavy couch you had been reclining earlier. “Lay back,” you murmured, pressing a hand to his broad shoulder.
Mingi let you guide him to his back on the couch. He also let you open his robe wide so his body was on display. He was generous with his chest and his waist almost rivaled San's. It wasn't a chore having to fuck this alien.
You lifted yourself onto the couch and straddled Mingi's waist. You gripped Mingi’s straining girth of a cock and angled it to your hole. Mingi gasped and stopped you descending down on him.
“Be gentle,” he said, looking up at you with apprehension but interest.
“Oh, Mingi,” You sighed happily. “I'll be careful with you.”
You pushed down ever so slowly, and Mingi’s jaw dropped. “The sensation!” With that, the large guard gripped your hips and pushed himself deep within you.
“Oh my God,” You groaned, as Mingi’s long cock split your walls.
“Is it okay?” His raspy voice from experiencing his first cunt contrasted with the worry coating his tongue.
“It's fine, Mingi,” You attempted to reassure him while trying to not pass out, almost instantly becoming dumb on his cock.
Mingi squeezed your hips and then lifted his own to begin. He moaned out loud with the feel of one pass of his cock against your inner silky walls. “More,” he voiced, moving to squeeze your ass, to dive even deeper into you.
It was all you could manage to brace yourself against his tight stomach as Mingi fucked up into you. It was good that he was catching on because you weren't quite sure you could instruct him while taking in his massive cock. “A-ah, Mingi.”
“It feels good, right? Does it feel good for you too? Am I doing it right?”
You half laughed and half groaned. “Mingi, you're doing so good.”
Mingi beamed up at you, hands almost kneading your ass cheeks as he bounced you up and down his cock. “I'm glad.”
Jongho, in the meantime, was a little slack jawed himself. And by now, sporting a very pointed tent in his robes.
“Master Researcher, would you like some relief?” You wondered.
Jongho wet his lips. “I don't…”
“C'mere,” You cajoled. “I can help you.”
Jongho slowly approached you as Mingi slowed his pace for you. Such a considerate alien. When he came abreast of the wavy couch, you slowly pulled apart his robe. Jongho’s body was stocky and thick, and it made your mouth water.
“Mingi, is there any way you could get the room to lower the couch?” You wondered. You were pretty sure there was nothing the aliens ship couldn't do.
Without another word, the couch lowered to the ground, exactly as you had asked for. Now you could fuck Mingi and help Jongho.
You reached out for Jongho’s cock but he stopped you before you could reach it. Still, it twitched against his stomach. You looked up at him in question.
His mouth twisted bitterly. “Hongjoong and I have spoken extensively on what your body has done to the others. I can not comprehend how you manage to bring out this manner of throwing everyone's brains on the ground.”
You smiled to yourself. “I wouldn't say it's my power alone. More like all of your kind seem to lose their brains when it comes to sex.”
Jongho slowly released your hand. “And you?”
“If you let me take your cock in my mouth, I think you'll see just how drunk I can get.”
Jongho’s mouth pressed into a stubborn line and then released it on second thought. With a brisk nod, you were given the go-ahead. You locked eyes with Jongho as your mouth moved towards to suck on his cockhead. Even one tiny lick had Jongho’s eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Now that Jongho was on the clear road to where Mingi had sought to take him, the other alien decided enough was enough, and he wanted to feel what an orgasm was like within you. He had watched San do it enough times that he was sure there wasn’t much else to do when he had fucked your breasts; he simply needed to let go.
Your eyes closed as Mingi started to bounce you enthusiastically. You felt your brain cells melt away as he started to churn your insides into mush. Luckily, your mind was on auto-suck, continuing to play with Jongho’s cock in your mouth. Your eyes didn’t open until Jongho locked his hands behind your head and shoved himself deep into your mouth.
You made a noise of surprise as he did so, hands bracing against his hipbones as your nose found his pelvis. It was worth the slight inability to breathe because as you looked up at Jongho, his head was cast back, and he was clearly enjoying the sensation of being down your throat.
“Do you intend to suffocate her?” Mingi cried out, slightly worried for your wellfare.
Jongho shook his head. “You have no idea what this feels like.” Reluctantly, Jongho let you pull back, but he was just as quick to have you descend back down his length. “When she swallows--” Jongho moaned gratuitously.
You clenched around Mingi’s length inside of you, and it was Mingi’s turn to groan loudly. “I think I have an idea,” Mingi said.
With one cock working in two out of your three holes, you were truly in seventh heaven. You made noises of contentment, happy to be used by the two aliens. But where this was Jongho’s first time experiencing any shade of sex and Mingi’s first time inside of your cunt, it wasn’t long before the two of them were spilling inside of you, coming with their own versions. You finally got to see Mingi’s cum face, tongue waggling out in an almost mind-numbing manner, while Jongho’s was nose-scrunching glorious.
Fortunately for you, Mingi didn’t lose his hard on, and so you were able to continue to work yourself on his length until you came as well. The pleasure radiated through you, with the taste of Jongho on your tongue and Mingi’s hands having left bruises on your hips.
You might have passed out, for you weren’t sure when Jongho pulled out of your mouth, nor when Mingi had pulled you to his chest. You didn’t have any energy to care for that matter.
“Can you agree then?” You felt Mingi’s deep voice rumble through his chest. “Is the pleasure almost unquantifiable?”
“For once, Mingi, I believe you’re right,” Jongho responded.
“We should clean her up. She deserves the rest,” Mingi pursued.
“This was an unauthorized procreation,” Jongho brought up. “You will… not inform Hongjoong of this?”
Mingi chuckled. “I won’t say anything if you won’t, Chief Data Analyser.”
Jongho made a noise of excitement. “I must get back to my lab! There are so many notes I need to make!”
If Hongjoong wasn’t to know of this… did this mean you’d be seeing Jongho again? You hoped so. There was so much more you wished to experience with all the aliens. Including their leader…
Master List ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia} ~ Day Nine: Hongjoong {Pegging}
◇Master List ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification} ~ Day Eight: Mingi and Jongho {Threesome}
A dark figure crouched on top of a glass dome. San’s nightvision glasses aided him in peering down at his target. San was a mercenary but he wasn’t what you’d call a normal merc. He was an ingredient hunter. Witches hired him to gather those tough-to-acquire ingredients for their potions and spells. He was damn good at his job, he reminded himself. This one was just… a bit off.
San tugged at the collar of his tight turtle neck, his biceps flexing with the motion in the sleeveless shirt. The ingredient request sent via an anonymous digital owl, informed him that he had to ‘elicit an orgasm from a Medusa’. Well, any Medusa was known to kill on site, so there was really only one way he could capture an orgasm from one... while they were asleep.
The mercenary checked his toolbelt one more time, ensuring that the device that would capture the orgasmic moan that left your mouth was there, and then he decided that he had procrastinated enough.
Having already silently cut a hole in the glass dome, San clipped a carabiner to his harness that was attached to the rope he had tied to an anchor, and began his descent. His leather gloves allowed the rope to easily pass across his palms as he steadily moved from the roof of the building towards the floor.
Your form remained unmoving as he did so. You were in slumberland, a silk cap firmly wrapped around your hair. Not willing to risk any life that accidentally woke you up, this was your nightly ritual. Unbeknownst to you, your instincts from the olden days would have come in handy tonight.
Unclipping the carabiner from his torso harness, San put one foot in front of the other, legs slightly bent. He was quieter than death as he crept upon your slumbering body.
You wore a silk teddy, matching with your silk cap, and San’s breath caught in the back of his throat. The light from the moon highlighted your body in ways that had his cock stirring in his pants. He adjusted himself in his pants, pursing his lips. He didn’t exactly need to use his cock. There were easier, less exposing ways to get you to come.
San climbed on your raised bed. While on his hands and knees, he used his teeth to pull at the bottom of one of his gloved hands. Once it was free, he tucked the glove into the back of his pants and skimmed his fingertips along your ankle and up your calf. San’s dark eyes remained on your face to see if his touch would wake you up. When you didn’t even stir, San thanked whatever witches he was working for that they sent him to a heavy sleeper.
His fingers climbed higher up your leg. He resisted the urge to squeeze your nice thighs. This wasn’t the time or the place to indulge in personal preferences. With his other hand, he slowly and carefully lifted the hem of your teddy to reveal… that you were wearing nothing under it. San had to cover his face with his hand to silence an unbidden moan. He was not expecting that.
Sending another checking glance towards your features, San leans down, almost comical in the way his back arches and his ass raises behind him. When his face is almost level with your cunt, he curiously blows on it. You make a tiny noise and stir your legs slightly, but still no consciousness. That boded well for him; if you were verbal when you felt pleasure, it would take no time at all for him to pull an orgasm from you.
The mercenary stuck his triangle-shaped tongue, short in its nature, out and towards your unaware pussy. It circled your clit carefully, eyes still solid on your face. When your hips shifted, giving him better access, San began to smirk to himself. You were almost making this too easy for him. The slow circling quickly devolved into firm licks to your clit. When your hips began to move in motion with his tongue, San knew he was completing this mission. He watched for what speed and precision you seemed to enjoy the most, and adjusted, until he had you whining quietly to his pussy-eating.
That’s when San knew it was time to put a finger in you. His free hand snatched the orgasm capturing device from his belt. Although San was very positive his tongue would bring you to climax, he was a man with a mission, and he needed some assurances. One being his fingers tapping against the spongey part inside of you. Your needy noises were all the response he required as he did so. You braced your feet firmly apart, waving your pelvis at his administration.
Your eyebrows frowned inwards and the urge to shoot up your body and soothe you was something San had to fight with all of his inner strength. He was a giver, naturally, not a taker. But he had to focus, you were close, he could tell by the way your walls were clenching around his finger.
San inserted a second finger into your wet hole, causing your ass to almost lift up off your bed. He had to brace his other arm that was holding the device to capture your orgasm against your lower stomach to keep you in place, otherwise he was going to lose his momentum.
Putting his tongue back to work, San wiggled the wet appendage, flat against your clit, in conjunction with his two fingers pressing and massaging your g-spot. You came apart for him, the most beautiful cry escaping your lips. San pressed on the button on the side of the device, that opened with purple light seeping out from the opening. The noise of your orgasm, and San swore the feeling of pleasure, got sucked into it and it closed with a snap.
Your hips twitched with the aftershocks of San’s fingers still inside of you. Carefully, he pulled them free from your cunt. Your inner muscles squeezed on them, almost as if your pussy was reluctant to let him leave. San once again smirked to himself, sucking on the wet digits to clean himself up.
Unable to fight his instincts further, San licked up the wetness that had leaked from your hole, careful not to stimulate you more but wanting to do one more thing for you before he left. Then he pulled down your teddy back in place and slowly moved backwards off your bed. When he fished his glove tucked into the back of his pants and finished putting it back on, San was satisfied that you weren’t going to wake up and turn him into a personal trophy.
With one more, almost hesitant look, San clipped himself back with the carabiner and began his ascent out the hole he came from. His arms bulged once again as he used his upper body strength to extract himself from his mission. His body may be doing all the work but his mind was on the taste of your pussy still on his lips.
Master List ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification} ~ Day Eight: Mingi and Jongho {Threesome}
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😈Apart of Soul Chained universe with Wooyoung! and Libido with San!
😈Pairing: Magical Boy! Yeosang x Succubus! Reader (f) ft magical boy Seonghwa and target! Stray Kids' Changbin
😈Genre: smut with some plot
😈Au: magical girl, reversal, demon, succubus
😈Trope: hero/villain
😈Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!!
😈Word Count: 2,679
😈Warnings: proximity aphrodisiac, slight cock torture, dub-con, begging, sex without protection, pussy-drunk, nipple play, denied orgasm, mind-fog, groping, cum eating, oral (f), mentions of jerking off
😈Summary: following a doctor's odd report, Yeosang poses as a patient with the malady of always being hard and aching for release when a certain nurse comes into his room. When the predator becomes the prey, will this magical boy be able to hold out?
😈Author’s Note: kinda hits that this fic has tortured woosansang, you know? 😆
😈divider provided by @cafekitsune
“Good Morning, Changbin. These two gentlemen are here about your maladie. Would you please be so kind as to explain to them exactly what’s been happening to you?”
Seonghwa and Yeosang had been sent to the hospital due to an odd situation that had been occurring there. Dressed in their street clothes, they came to the hospital to investigate the happenstance that sounded like it was exactly in their league of expertise.
Changbin began his story glumly. “So I’ve been in here because I broke my arm, right? Suddenly, a few nights back during the night shift, I got really hard, out of absolutely nowhere. Then this gorgeous nurse comes into my room. She says that it seems there was an unforeseen side effect to my painkillers and she’s come to relieve me of undue stress. Then she gives me the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. Except I don’t get soft after. She makes a note on her clipboard and then leaves.”
Seonghwa tapped his hand to his lip in thought. “Sounds like a succubus, alright.”
The doctor nodded. “I thought so. Changbin isn’t on any pain killers that would have any kind of side effects like he described. Nor would we send in a nurse to… well…” The doctor seemed to have lost his tongue.
“I have an idea,” Yeosang said with his whole chest.
After explaining, both the doctor and Seonghwa voiced their worries. But the hero of our story, Kang Yeosang, was determined and sure he could win the day.
***
You stalked down the hospital hallway, sending out feelers for the horny. Well, not anyone truly had a choice. Any man within thirty meters of you would become undeniably horny. It was the lonely you were looking for. They tended to be the tastiest morsels.
But then your senses glared and you sucked in your breath. What the fuck--who the fuck--was that?!
You smoothed your hands down your stomach, practically trembling with anticipation, and then you pushed open the door into the room where your tasty treat was waiting.
You were met with a loud moan upon pushing open the door. You quietly closed it and locked it, moving deeper into the room. You paused at the foot of the bed, pulling the clipboard resting there.
“Kang Yeosang, hmmm?” You purred. “It says here you're in for two broken arms, you poor thing.”
Your eyes rose from the clipboard and swept over the beautiful man on the bed. He indeed sported two arms in casts, utterly useless to the pulsing hard on that he was sporting beneath the thin hospital blankets.
“Please,” Yeosang groaned. “I feel so hot.”
You pull the pen from your nurse's outfit and pretend to write something on the clipboard when really all you do is add a heart to the paper.
“I see you're having an adverse affect to the painkillers we've administered to you,” You evaluated.
“Help me, nurse, please,” Yeosang groaned again, thrashing his legs.
You tapped your pen to your lips. Something was wrong here. This was too good to be true. It was a trap, to be sure. But your pussy was practically pulsing with need, with Yeosang at a disadvantage to stop anything you did to him.
You use the tip of the pen, unclicked of course, do prod at Yeosang hard on. “We'll have to do something about this, sir. We simply cannot have you stressed while you attempt to heal.”
You watched as Yeosang licked his lips. His eyebrows furrowed inwards. “It hurts,” he whined.
You shrugged. To hell with it. This was too good to not take advantage of. You put down the pen and clipboard and climbed on top of the hospital bed.
You straddled Yeosang, bouncing your ass on top of his cock and he groaned even louder. “Hmm, it seems to be painful. I'll have to take a closer look.”
You go on all fours, pulling down the bedsheets and pulling up Yeosang’s hospital gown. Yeosang hissed as the cool air hit his throbbing cock.
You chucked your tongue. “Now this is just a travesty.”
His cock continued to jump, several veins prominent along the shaft. His mushroom head was an angry red, with accompanying precum that looked good enough to drink.
You blew on his cock and he yelped in response. He began to twist in the bed. “Please, I'm--please,” he whimpered.
“I'm taking mental notes, sir,” You said with a disapproving tone. “You can't rush the medical profession.
“I really--” Yeosang swallowed loudly, his eyes rolling with desire. “I just really need to be inside something,” he whispered.
“Poor, poor Yeosang,” You said in a mockingly sweet voice. “You couldn't even relieve yourself if you wanted to, hmm? What would you have resorted to? Humping the bed?”
Yeosang began to panting with need. “Puh-puhlease. I need your help.”
“Alright,” you grumbled goodnaturedly. “I'll put you out of your misery, sir.”
You raised your skirt and gripped the base of Yeosang’s cock to hold it vertical and ready for you to spear yourself with it. Even the simple touch of your hand on his cock had Yeosang crying out. He fucked up into your hand, ass clenching as his hips moved upwards.
You tsked at your patient/target. “Sir, I must get you inside of me, do not act up.”
“Feels so good, feels so good,” Yeosang panted, completely ignoring your orders.
“You wait,” You chuckled darkly. “Nothing is like the deep recesses of my cunt.”
With one fluid movement, you took all of Yeosang inside of you, tossing your head back and moaning, relishing the feel of this man that was dripping with sexual energy inside of you. You immediately began to wave your body, adjusting to a tortuous pace that grinded your clit so nicely against Yeosang’s pelvis.
Yeosang was silent, his eyes distant and glassy. He was simply inside of you with minimal friction and he was already dumb for you. Perfection.
“There's a good little patient,” You continued with your sugary sweet tone. “You're doing so good for me. You stay still and I'm going to make you feel so much better.”
Yeosang’s lip pushed out and he shuddered thoroughly as your pussy clenched down on him. “Help me.”
That's when you began to bounce on him, his strong pelvic muscles flexing so that you could do so. You began to pinch and roll your nipples through the nurses outfit, and your tail began to sway lazily, having escaped the confines of your dress upon lifting it.
Slowly, but surely, you began to feed from Yeosang, draining his magical energy. You leaned down to eat at his lips, enjoying the extra flavor of his deep moans. You were in heaven. It was like you were having an appetizer, the main course and dessert, all at the same time.
“Come on, Yeosang, just a little bit more,” You encouraged, bouncing eagerly on that fat cock of his. “Give me your everything, fill me to the brim, and then I promise you won't hurt anymore.”
“No, you won't hurt anyone anymore,” a different voice said with determination. “Shooting Star Confusion!”
Suddenly, your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Who were you? What were you doing? What was that delicious feeling curling in your stomach?
“Seog--seonghwa, I can't stop fucking her. Her power is still strong even with your confusion powers!” The man under your stuttered.
Seonghwa muttered under his breath, wrapping two arms around your waist and pulled you off the bed. “How the hell are we going to bring her back to HQ then? She already owns your dick.”
You giggled, empty headed but for the thought of Seonghwa’s length pressing up against your backside as well. “I own yours too.”
Seonghwa cursed. “This is a mess. I don’t know why I agreed to this, Yeosang. Hongjoong is going to kill us both.”
Yeosang, with his hair plastered to his face, sweat making his hospital gown cling to his body, groaned and laughed at the same time. “But it was so worth it. We got the succubus and I almost had the best fuck of my life.”
“Great, so glad you could almost lose your powers and get me in trouble in the process,” Seonghwa continued to complain. One of his arms lost its grasp on you, in order to tap his comm to speak with someone. “Hey. Target acquired. No civilians harmed. We might need help with evac--”
Seonghwa groaned as you turned in his grasp and rubbed a hand eagerly through his leather pants. His hair was a pretty pink tone. You licked your lips.
“Scratch that,” Seonghwa said in a strained voice. “Looks like we might have to drain her powers before we bring her back. I’ll touch base when we’re ready.”
“That sounds fun,” You cooed in a singsong voice.
Seonghwa’s pretty violet eyes narrowed down at you. “Yeosang, just change into your magical form and help me out already.”
You smiled like the cat got your cream. You might not truly know what’s going on here but you think you’re about to get your brains fucked out. And that always sounds fun in your books.
Yeosang chuckled in distraught. “She might have drained me a little too much for me to do that.”
Seonghwa cursed under his breath again. “I’m never letting you plan a mission ever again, Kang Yeosang.”
Seonghwa wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you on the table that sat at the end of the patient’s bed to be used to eat from and pushed your legs apart. “Jesus, Yeo,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath. “You didn't even come inside of her but you're dripping out of her!”
“The plan was for her to at least believe she was draining me before you captured her,” Yeosang protested.
“Careful of my pussy,” You giggled, running your talons through Seonghwa’s bubble-gum pink hair. “It’s dangerously addictive.”
You wiggled your body forward so that your cunt would get closer to the lip of the table. Seonghwa blew on your throbbing pussy and you squealed in delight. Seonghwa swallowed loudly and licked his lips. “Here goes nothing.”
The pink haired man pushed his face against your pussy. You saw him purse his lips before he began to stick his tongue into your clenching hole. You moaned wantonly, pushing your hips forward. His tongue felt delicious inside of you. It twisted and swirled, and you couldn't help but push your hand through his cotton-candy hair, keeping it out of his face as it became covered in your own liquids.
Seonghwa pulled back, his eyes blown in lust. “Yeosang, you taste just like strawberry-kiwi.”
Yeosang chuckled in embarrassment. “Now who’s getting sucked into the moment?”
Seonghwa shook his head, untangling your fingers from his hair. “Distract her, please, I need help.”
You heard a brief sound, like something splintering, and suddenly, large hands encompassed your breasts.
“Were you…?” You wrinkled your nose in distraught. Was there something you were supposed to remember about Yeosang? You mentally shrugged and let your head hit the large man's shoulder behind you as Seonghwa continued to suck Yeosang’s cum out of your swollen cunt.
“God, I’ve been wanting to manhandle these tits since I saw you come in with this nurse’s outfit. You really are the perfect trap, aren’t you, little succubus?” Yeosang’s deep voice made you shiver.
Seonghwa made good work of your cunt, his nubile tongue moving in and out of your hole, scooping up all the remnants of Yeosang’s cunt. You were sure you had to stop him but you weren’t exactly sure why. And seeing as how this felt way too good, especially with the way Yeosang was playing with your tits, you decided internally to keep going to see where this leads.
“Come one, little succubus, come for us,” Yeosang encouraged you. You could feel his hard cock pressing up against your back as his hips dug forward.
“I--” You choked on your own moan as Seonghwa’s eyes swept upwards to look at you. The grey orbs made you wonder if he tasted like strawberries and cream like his hair or yummy vanilla earl grey tea because of his iris’s.
“Oh fuck, if we bring her back, she’s going to need a surpression collar immediately or I’m going to be in her cell fucking her every minute of every day,” Yeosang admitted.
Your brain fog got cloudier as your climax approached. “I’m gonna--I’m gonna--!” You moaned loudly as your climax hit you. You humped Seonghwa’s face, milking his tongue for all it was worth. You felt so good, you were floating on cloud nine.
Seonghwa leaned back, bracing his hands on his knees. “I’m so fucking hard--Jesus.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “Mingi--this is Seonghwa to HQ. We have drained the succubus. We are going to need some help bringing her back, though.”
A transparent screen appeared before Seonghwa. A man with fiery hair and glasses popped up. “If you drained her, you wouldn’t be hard anymore. Didn’t I tell you, she’s got a pheromone curse.”
Yeosang belly laughed. “That’s just his normal hard on, Mingi. You know how he gets when he eats out.” Yeosang continued to chuckle to himself.
Mingi rolled his eyes. “I’ll send Wooyoung, he needs some more experience.”
You watched as your tale became a faint pink colour instead of black, your nails receded and you felt your horns get smaller as well. The confusion that had been holding you back faded as well.
“You fucking magical boys drained me? Me? I had such a good operation here at the hospital. I wasn’t harming anyone, just taking some drinks here and there. What’s wrong with giving someone in pain a little head now and then?” You demanded with a weak snarl.
Yeosang pinched your nipples between his fingers, rolling them and making you cry out at the pain and pleasure. “Well, you were so good, we just had to take you home for ourselves,” Yeosang informed you.
You began to grumble under your breath. “You know, they say you are the saviours of the city, but you magical boys are just as bad as us succubuses. You enjoy sex just as much as us.”
Seonghwa smirked slowly, a crooked affair that had your pussy fluttering at the thought of it between your legs. “True. But we do it for good reasons. Doesn’t the means justify the ends?”
“I think you got it backwards, Seonghwa,” Yeosang sighed heavily behind you.
Seonghwa blushed. He was glowing with Yeosang’s power and your own. His shirt with cutouts and tight leather barely held back the sheen of his bronze skin. “Shut up, Yeosang. I’m not the one that almost lost my power because I couldn't handle a slutty nurse.”
“Almost--” Yeosang choked on his ego. “You got lost in that cunt, don’t even pretend to be mightier than thou!”
“Gentlemen, there’s enough of me for the both of you. And this Wooyoung you speak of. We could all have a fun time,” You purred. You looked around the small hospital room. “Although we might need a change of scenery."
Seonghwa rubbed his face tiredly. “Wooyoung better get here quickly. I need a time-out.”
“Does that involving jerking off to the idea of our fair nurse and your face buried in her cunt or--”
Yeosang made a pained ‘oof’ noise as Seonghwa moved to punch Yeosang in the arm. Yeosang burst into laughter. “Alright, alright. I gotta get out of this hospital gown.”
You watched with an appreciative eye as Yeosang pulled himself out of the hospital bed and removed his hospital gown. From his broad shoulders, big arms, thick waist and cute little butt, you should have known from the get go that he was a trap. And you did but who could say no to that little treat waiting for you in bed? Your downfall had been your greed but you found yourself not being able to regret it.
honorary series tag: @potatomountain
mandatory wrote yeosang tag: @anyamaris @downtoamagicalland
😈Apart of Soul Chained universe with Wooyoung!
😈Pairing: Magical Boy! San x Succubus! Reader (f) ft magical boys mingi & jongho
😈Genre: smut with some plot
😈Au: magical girl, reversal, demon, succubus, hero/villain
😈trope: enemies to lovers
😈Rating: 18+, MDNI
😈Word Count: 2,614
😈Warnings: dubcon/noncon, sub! San, Dom! Reader, a play on the womb tattoo, surprise! san is really flexible, hand job, oral (m), rimming(m), anal fingering (m), spit kink, mxm, san is bisexual, bottom! san, top! mingi, unprotected sex, threesome, messy kissing, praise kink, begging, tricking someone into fucking you, denial of attraction
😈Summary: you curse the super strong magical boy, only to come up with an even better plan that will get you a much bigger meal. But will you succeed or will the magical boys win the day once again?
😈Author's Note: I'm having too much fun with this world. i hope you enjoy!
😈divider provided by @cafekitsune
You cackled as you flew through the air, part glide and part jump. Rooftops zoomed in and out as you touched on them momentarily only to glide through the air once again.
“San, no!” One of the magical boys you were fleeing from shouted.
“She’s not getting away this time!” San bellowed. “I’m going to catch her.”
A thrilling shiver went through your body, from the top of your head with your twisted horns, extending along the wings at the small of your back and the spade tail as well. Your claws retracted and extended at the thought of the juicy morsel that was pursuing you. You did so love a game of chase.
San, the magical boy leaping after you, had a mixture of dark blue and purple hair, cut short but only to enhance his sharp features. He had the biggest set of shoulders you had seen on a human man but barely any clothes covered his huge form. He had a halter top that left most of his pecs on display and gloves up his arms. His pants were torn in perfect places, enough to show the flexing of his legs at work. He was exactly the right magical boy for the job.
Earlier, you had targeted a group of guys out late from the bars. They may not be magical boys and full of delicious energy, but a Succubus couldn't be picky when she was starving. The magical boy’s energy meter must have gone off and thus Mingi and San were dispatched.
The quick steps behind you let you know that San was quickly catching up. You weren’t exactly looking to get away--you just needed room between San and Mingi, so you could get a taste of San. Or more.
You managed one final arc over to the next rooftop but midway, San slammed into you, causing you both to descend to the next rooftop you were aiming to. You both tumbled head over heel, and wound up with San on his hands and knees over you, his head hovering over your lower half. Not your preferred position, but you’d take it.
“I don’t even know why you ran,” San scolded you. “You guys always lose against us.”
“I dunno…” You purred, running your claws along San’s abdomen. “I think I won.”
All you needed was one pad of your fingers to touch San’s skin and you cursed him.
“Wha…what did you do?!” San jumped off of you and backed up on his butt to get away.
“Just a little gift.” You couldn't help but smirk while sitting up yourself.
The curse gloriously bloomed on San’s bronze skin; the dark, magical ink spread quickly. It began to affect San almost immediately after it finished forming. His thick cock pressed up against his pants and he began to pant in need.
“Why.. why do I feel so hot?” San whined.
“Come to me, big boy, I'll make you feel better,” You said as you started crawling towards him.
San’s hips buck up into the air but he's not going to get the friction he wants. “No… I can't succumb… to your dark magic.”
You chuckled. “Oh, but you will.”
San’s hands become fists, clutching his pants tightly, resisting the urge to cup himself through the material. “I’m much stronger than that,” he insisted.
You cocked your head, finally reaching him. “Are you?”
You run a finger down the middle of his torso. San bit down on his lower lip, watching you with hooded eyes as that finger runs down his shaft as well. You run it back up and then cruelly push at the slit of his cock. A wet spot appeared.
“Seems you like a little pain with your pleasure, cutie,” You teased.
“Mingi’s going to kill me,” San mumbled to himself.
You could practically feed from the aura San was giving. His arousal grew even as he spoke of one of his fellow magical boys.
“There’s a way to save yourself,” You dangled a tidbit in front of the moaning magical boy.
“You would show mercy?” San’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
You shook your head and laughed in delight. He was so expressive. He was going to be so much fun to play with. “No, cutie, I’m going to feed like a glutton tonight.”
You explained to San in detail that you could tell that he was attracted to Mingi. If San could lure Mingi in to fuck him, then you fucked San while the two were engaged, you could feed on both their magical powers but not drain them completely. You licked your lips in anticipation of how delicious they would be.
San shook his head back and forth in denial. “No!”
You raised an eyebrow in question at him. “Haven’t you shared moments of intimacy with your other members?”
San’s adorable purple dusting of a blush covered more of his face and spread down his neck. “Once I had to suck Jongho’s energy to win a fight but it was one time!”
“I’ll prep you, it’ll be great, don’t you worry!” You encouraged eagerly.
“Prep me?” San choked out his confusion.
It’s nothing to yank down San’s pants and contort his body so that he was still on his back, but his chin was adorably pressed against his ample chest, ass high in the air and his legs almost folding back to his head. This magical boy was quite flexible.
You wrapped a hand around his length and pumped experimentally. San’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Oh fuck.”
Continuing with the hand job, you press your chest to San’s lower body to keep it up and lick tentatively at San’s puckered hole. It clenched in response and you pushed your tongue in.
“No! Wait! That's--” San whined. “That feels so good.”
You scraped your fangs along San’s ass and he whimpered at the stimulation. You continued to yank at his pulsing election, twitching nicely against his stomach. You went back to licking and tonguing San’s asshole, enjoying how he squirmed in your hold. He was part denial, part glorious enjoyment and you were eating all of it up.
“Don't you want to be ready for Mingi?” You remind him.
“Nnnnnnn,” San wordlessly responded.
If he was dumb now, you can only imagine how he'll react to this next situation.
You let go of his cock in order to spread his cheeks and spit on his hole. You then, after retracting your claw, ran your forefinger around his puckered hole and then pushed in. You worked your finger into him, lubed up with the spit. San butt cheeks began to clench in an attempt to move back on your finger. Now that was some progress.
“Wanna be stuffed, do you, cutie?” You wondered as you continued to work San open with your finger.
“Feels… so… good…” San panted. His tongue was hanging out, pink and the perfect shape to lick you--but you could not afford to be distracted from your goal.
You worked a second finger in, continuing to spit on San’s hole. You scissored your fingers, making him gape open. He was almost ready for his magical friend.
“Now, San,” You cooed. In order to get a good, positive reaction from San, you wrapped your hand around his cock and continued to lick his asshole. “All you need to do is convince Mingi that in order for your curse to go away, Mingi just needs to fuck you. As soon as you come, it’ll go away. Then I’ll spear myself on you. You’ll have the best of both worlds. Don’t you want that? To be stuffed full and to be fully stuffed inside of me?"
“Puh-please,” San whimpered.
That was when you stopped stimulating San and stepped back. “I’ll just be hiding back here then; watching you. Be good and do as you're told, cutie.”
San’s lower half slowly unfolded as your body was no longer bracing him. He looked like a half-finished snack, cock firm against his stomach where the curse tattoo was, the most fucked-out look painted on his face, and his large chest heaving like he was out of breath.
“San!”
You step further back into the shadows as the aforementioned Magical Boy finally makes an appearance.
Mingi pushed his spectacles up his nose, surveying the scene. His button up shirt was sans buttons, tucked into his pants, with a v straight down his chest, framing his pecs wonderfully. He looked like he’d burst out of either his shirt or pants at any moment. His vibrant yellow and red hair should remind you of fire but instead you can smell mango and raspberries in the air.
“Mingi…” San groaned.
You have to stifle a giggle as you watch his cock twitch drastically against his toned stomach.
“I told you to not rush off--oh god.” Mingi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “You’ve got a curse.”
You studied the other magical boy. Words and numbers flash across the glasses of his spectacles and Mingi let out a noise of understanding. “My computer says it’s a libido curse.”
“I fought the succubus off. She fled but not before giving me this. Can you help me?” San wondered. His hands couldn't help but wander over her body to feed the curse.
Mingi licked his lips nervously. “San…”
“It’ll go away if you fuck me, right? Come on man, you gotta help me. I’m…so hot,” San whined.
Mingi cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I… okay, I’ll do it but only so that we can get back to HQ. It’s just to get rid of the curse, okay? In case your succubus comes back. I don’t want you to be drained of your magic.”
San grunted as he turned himself over and presented his ass to Mingi. Mingi sucked in a breath at the view. Mingi’s hand tentatively but reverently smooths over one globe of San’s ass. “Why are you so… wet? Already?”
San let out an impatient whine again. “I’m hard as a rock and my ass is ready to get stuffed, doesn’t that sound like a Libido Curse to you?”
“Fuck what your computer says!” San said harshly. “I’m dying down here. Hurry up and fuck me so we can get it over with.”
You smirked, seeing as how San’s really playing into the ‘we’re just doing this because we have to’ ideal. Even though you can smell both of the Magical Boy’s arousal from where you are in hiding.
“Okay, okay, I got you, San,” Mingi murmured.
The taller magical boy pulled himself out from his pants and you had to press your lips together to suppress the moan that was begging to leave your mouth. He’s got a cock that’s perfect for fucking--not that you’ll be doing any of that this evening, but even just the knowledge was good to have.
Mingi let out a precious whine as he pushed into San’s hole.
“Oh shit,” San moaned.
“Why the fuck do you have to be so tight?” Mingi whined back.
The two of them were a moaning mess. San rocked back into Mingi’s length and Mingi’s hips worked methodically. San slowly descended in madness, mumbling about how deep Mingi was going until he couldn't even form Mingi’s name. He was just mind-numbingly crying out for release. Mingi, if you could believe it, was worse off than San. His hips were stuttering before he could warn San and he stilled his hips, coming deep into San’s hole.
“Did you..,? Oh god, don’t move San! Did you… come?” Mingi panted.
“No!” San whined. “I was so close!”
With Mingi weak, having sent his energy to San, now was your chance. Even with San glowing, his hair bright and jewel-toned, he was still cursed. His cock pulsed with need and he was ripe for the picking.
“Good job, San,” You purred as you stroll out of the shadows.
“Wha…?” Mingi’s eyes were big and confused.
You conveniently slide below San as he braces himself on his forearms to hold himself up. All you have to do is line his cockhead to your entrance and he slid in easily. You were so wet from watching the show, it wasn’t an issue.
You watch on as San couldn't help but fuck himself inside of you. “Oh please, oh please,” he couldn't stop chanting.
“S-san, you said she was gone!” Mingi accused.
“I need this curse gone,” San grumbled and then moaned as Mingi started to move inside of him.
With each withdrawal, San speared himself back on Mingi, who was still hard, despite being almost drained of his magic. San would pull back until only his cockhead was still inside of you, and then slam back into you.
“That's it, you're doing great, Sannie,” You encouraged the magical boy inside of you.
“So good. So fucking good, oh my god,” San whined.
Soon there was only the noise of both magical boys whimpering and the slapping of skin in double time. You could see San’s aura swell with his arousal and you braced to feed.
“Gonna come,” San licked his lips desperately. “Gonna come so fucking hard oh god.”
You wrapped your arms around San’s strong neck, pulling his lips to yours. As San came inside of you, his muffled pleasure music to your ears, you played lazily with his tongue, feeding and taking two magical boy's powers.
San groaned loudly, drawing out every little bit of his climax, fucking into your cunt. You were satiated beyond your wildest desires; your plan had worked.
With your newfound power, you pushed San back, who collapsed backwards. Mingi fell too, finally being released from San’s sweet hole.
You took a moment, hands on your hips to survey your two opponents. Both were moaning and their cocks twitched adorably. Mingi was clothed in baggy clothes and some sunglasses but his hair was still the fiery magical boy color. San lost all his magical boy coloring, attaining sneakers and a cap and grey sweats. He did keep his halter top, though. Proof that you had kept your word and had not drained them completely of their powers.
“It was nice playing with you too, but I should go.”
There was an extremely strong aura on its way. You could take him but that would require using some of your new power. And you weren't keen on losing the feeling of being so well fed right now.
You blew a kiss to the two magical boys and then glided away giddily.
“What did you two fuckwads do this time?!”
Jongho folded his arms over his chest, which only provoked his pecs to form a further cleavage line within the cut out heart on his tight t-shirt.
“San trapped me into…” Mingi couldn't find his words.
San looked down at his stomach and sighed in relief when the curse tattoo was gone. “It worked. Thank the goddess.”
“Do I have to carry the both of you back to HQ or can you manage that much at least?” Jongho huffed.
San held a hand up and groaned when he hauled up his well-fucked and fatigued body. Jongho rolled his eyes.
“You owe me, San,” Mingi grumbled.
“Yeah, when you get caught in a curse, I got you, buddy,” San said saucily.
Jongho pushed his hands to his ears. “Please spare me the details. I don't want to know. Make sure I'm out of earshot when you explain it to Hongjoong too.”
Mingi punched San in the shoulder, who in return, glared back at Mingi. It was going to be a long walk home.
😈Pairing: Magical Boy! Wooyoung x Succubus! Reader (f) ft magical boys hongjoong & yunho
😈Genre: smut with some plot
😈Au: magical girl, reversal, demon, succubus, hero/villain
😈trope: enemies to lovers
😈Rating: 18+, MDNI
😈Word Count: 2,685
😈Warnings: dubcon/noncon, sub! Wooyoung, switch! Reader, surprise kiss, a play on the womb tattoo, unprotected sex, nipple play, praise kink, dom! Hongjoong, fingering, pussy slaps, cum eating, degradation kink
😈Summary: as a succubus, you hunt down Wooyoung, who has no idea he is a magical boy. In order to feed from his magical energy, you cast a spell, but you never expect to encounter more magical boys...
😈beta's: @anyamaris & @pars-ley
😈divider provided by @cafekitsune
😈Read the same universe in Libido with San~
Wooyoung walked home alone during the first shadows of night. The pavement was slick with a previous sprinkle of rain. His head phones were on, a sucker pushing his soft cheek outwards as he sucked on it. He was completely oblivious to the being that was observing him.
In your demonic vision, you could see his aura: pastel pinks and blues radiating off his body. He was one of them; he was one of the magical boys.
You licked your lips gratuitously in anticipation of consuming his energy. Your nails sharpened and your wings fluttered at the small of your back. He was unaware of your presence and this was the perfect time to attack.
You braced yourself on the roof of a house and then launched yourself towards the heedless man. Your talons and claws stretched eagerly to sink into him and to pin him to the ground. But the magic of the man you were stalking was too strong. A barrier encompassed him and your attack bounced harmlessly off of him.
Wooyoung’s jaw dropped at the sight of the bubble shield around him. He pulled off his head phones and looked around him in wonder. When he saw you, he pulled the sucker from his mouth.
“What the fuck?”
“Your shield won’t protect you for long, magic boy!” You screeched, pointed a claw at him.
“Listen, Lady, I have no sweet clue what’s going on,” Wooyoung protested.
You rolled your eyes. “You magical boys all like to pretend you're innocent but I highly doubt that.”
A gleam sparkled in Wooyoung’s eyes. “Oh, I’m far from innoce--what now?”
You watched with your arms folded under your chest as Wooyoung’s nails began to appear painted and glowing. His magical transformation commenced. His entire black wardrobe, including baggy pants and shirt disappeared and tight clothing that barely covered his delectable body appeared in bright flashes of pink and blue. His hot pants were only accentuated by a thong that slung high above his ass and hip bones. A high collar cropped jacket accentuated his broad shoulders but he sported only an itty bitty bikini top to cover his nipples. The collar that snapped around his throat twinkled with a happy smile tag. His hair, which was a dark black transformed into a beautiful white color with blue highlights. He even sported blue pastel freckles.
The drool that had been forming in your mouth as you had stalked your prey seemed to transfer to the juncture of your thighs. If Wooyoung had been temptation before, he only appeared more as a treat on a platter now.
“Oh, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, pet,” You cackled throatily.
“Seriously, what is going on? How come I’m--oh my god, I’m wearing literally nothing!” A precious pink blush coated Wooyoung’s cheeks now.
“Perfect,” You purred and then launched yourself at the magical boy once again.
Wooyoung held his hands out in front of him and his bubble shield flashed again, stopping you from even touching him. You snarled in frustration and paced around Wooyoung.
Wooyoung took one step and then another, ankles wobbling in his new heeled thigh high boots. “Listen you’re gorgeous, and I'm not above sleeping with a woman I just met but this is just too weird, so I’m going to need you to back off until I understand why I am wearing the world’s tightest shorts.”
“Come on, Wooyoung,” You begged the magical boy, changing tactics. “Don’t you want to be petted? I could make you feel so good. You just have to drop the shield and I can do so many naughty things to you with my tongue alone.”
Wooyoung’s different shaped eyes followed your forked tongue as it passed along the seam of your mouth. “Okay, Wooyoung, you’re not in Kansas anymore,” He muttered to himself.
You put both hands on Wooyoung's bubble and started to trace shapes onto it. “You look like a guy who enjoys feeling the threat of sharp nails along his skin.” This time your tongue slides over your upper fangs. “I bet you like seeing bite marks too.”
Your words were working because the shield became softer and allowed you to take a few steps closer towards Wooyoung. So you pressed your luck even more. “I can’t wait to taste you. With your pastel pinks and blues, you must be cotton candy sweet.”
You continued to press forward until there was barely any room between you and Wooyoung. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I--”
You were so close to your target that you could see that he had a mole on his lip. His eyes were even sparkling a beautiful pink color. You shook your head. You could not afford to get distracted.
“How about this? If you let me drink all your magical aura away, you are free to go back to living as a normal guy! That’s a pretty good deal, right?” You smiled happily.
“Magical?” Wooyoung looked at you like you were weird. “That’s not a thing. Like at all.”
“So naïve,” You cooed. “Cute though. You know nothing. You should be easy to drain then.”
“Seriously, what are you?” Wooyoung asked out loud, cocking his head curiously.
“Me? Why I’m your wet dream, Wooyoung.”
“Huh?!”
You used the moment of distraction to make one final push and then you were through the magical barrier. Your lips touched Wooyoung’s only for a moment but he fell backwards to get away.
“What was that?” Wooyoung screeched, bringing his fingers to his lip?
You made a happy noise as you saw the black tattoo that suddenly appeared on Wooyoung’s lower stomach. “Gotchya.”
“Wha?--what is this now?” Wooyoung demanded.
“A special gift from me to you,” You preened. “You won’t be able to sleep unless you slip your sweet little cock inside of me and fill me with your cum.”
“What are you?” Wooyoung said with part awe and part intimidation in his eyes.
You crouch in front of the magical boy. “Why, I’m the villain, silly. You have powers in order to fight demons like me in this world. But I’m gonna win this time. Good won’t prevail.”
“This is crazy,” Wooyoung sputtered.
“Look at this slutty getup. You’re begging to be fucked.” Your eyes travelled over Wooyoung’s bronze skin from his pecs to his toned stomach. “I’m going to eat you up.”
Wooyoung blinked up at you a few times, his mouth slightly parted, and then suddenly you were thrown back.
“Captain’s Wave!” You heard, followed by a magical energy wave that was orange and green, pushing you far back from Wooyoung and down the street.
Standing in front of Wooyoung was another magical guy. This one had peach hair with pastel green freckles smattered along his nose and cheekbones. He wore a mesh cropped top that covered a onesie that had tiny straps barely covering his nipples and tucked into his stomach. He wore tight pants that even though they covered everything, left nothing to the imagination.
“My name is Hongjoong.” The new guy introduced himself to Wooyoung, his hand shooting out to offer Wooyoung help. “I’ll explain everything to you later, just come with me!”
A small black rabbit made a neon pink portal and soon the two magical boys were running through it and your dinner was gone. You let out a noise of frustration that echoed throughout the quiet suburban neighborhood, setting off car alarms and causing dogs to create a great cacophony.
You smoothed a claw through your hair. You still managed to cast your spell on Wooyoung. Sooner or later, he’d need to find you.
Wooyoung sought you out after two nights. You were sitting on a water tower, swinging your legs while you waited for the magical boy you had cursed to find you. He sported his magical boy transformation. Hongjoong must have taught him how to manage his powers. His fists were clenched at his sides but he sported bags under his eyes. And a picture perfect hard-on.
“Where’s your new friend, Wooyoung?” You pretended to look around.
“I snuck away,” Wooyoung said with a petulant tone. “You have to fix me!”
You smiled benevolently. “Of course.”
You jumped down from the water tower, to the rooftop below, your wings fluttering to allow for a graceful landing.
“Be a good boy and lay down on the ground for me.”
Wooyoung sent you a dirty look but did as he was told. “Now what?”
“Pull your pretty cock out for me,” You cooed.
Wooyoung did so, wincing as his hot pants pulled along his sensitive cockhead. “Just hurry up already.”
You walked over to Wooyoung’s form and straddled his hips immediately. “Gladly, pet.”
You rubbed his cockhead along your lower lips, gathering your wetness on the tip of his cock head and then speared yourself down on his length.
“Oh fuck,” Wooyoung cursed, ass leaving the rooftop as he pushed into you.
You leaned forward, pulling the bikini triangles out of the way so that you could pinch and pull at Wooyoung’s nipples. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I’ll make everything easier for you.”
“Do-don’t do that!” Wooyoung grabbed both your wrists, a pretty blush climbing up his neck, attempting to stop you from playing with his nipples.
You grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them above his head. You cocked your head curiously. “Doesn’t it feel good, though?”
“N-no!” Wooyoung denied, biting down on his lower lip as you cupped one pec and swiped a thumb over his now pert nipple.
“No need to be embarrassed, pet,” You cooed at him. “I’m going to make you feel the most pleasure you’ve ever felt.”
You bounced on his cock and Wooyoung moaned prettily for you. You continued to play with his chest while winding your hips against Wooyoung’s. You exchanged a messy kiss with him, but still he moaned into your lips.
First his hair began to fade back into black. Then his freckles and colored eyes went back to normal. Soon his top was back to his baggy t-shirt and you knew that Wooyoung was close.
You squeezed down on Wooyoung, and started up your secret weapon: your pussy vibrated.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh no, oh shit, wait, WAIT!” Wooyoung’s back arched and you felt his cock twitch and release inside of you.
You petted Wooyoung’s head fondly as you milked him for all he was worth. “That’s it, Wooyoung, give me all your cum. I’ll absorb it and become stronger. Then I’ll go after the rest of your pesky team.”
You sat upwards, bracing on the balls of your feet, and truly bounced on his cock. Once you came around Wooyoung, the spell would be complete, and you would be more powerful than all the other succubus’ on this planet. Then you would become Queen and--
Before you can come, and finish the spell, draining Wooyoung completely of his energy, a lasso wrapped around you, trapping your arm and your wings, close to your body.
“Gotchya!” A silver haired magical boy with goggles, who you had never seen before, was holding the lasso.
Firm arms wrapped around you, and pulled you off of Wooyoung’s cock. Wooyoung panted, his cock sputtering cum on his stomach. You watched in sorrow as your spell, the tattoo, faded from his abdomen.
“Yunho, make sure she stays tied up!” Hongjoong shouted. Meanwhile, the magical boy hooked up one of your legs with his arm and split your pussy lips apart with his other hand.
“What is the meaning of this?!” You demanded, struggling in the magical boy's grasp.
“You’re going to come for me and give Wooyoung back his magical energy,” Hongjoong purred into your ear.
“The hell I am!” You shouted.
“Look at how puffy your clit is,” Hongjoong whispered into your ear. “She looks awfully neglected.”
Hongjoong gathered some of your wetness with two fingers and then slowly began to circle your clit. You moaned at the feeling, your treacherous hips already bucking into the feeling.
“Poor little demon hasn’t come yet, has she?” Hongjoong continued to degrade you. “Wanna come for me and give our Wooyoungie back his powers?”
“No!” You said through gritted teeth. “I need that energy to survive.”
“How about we make a deal then?” Hongjoong said, fingers still coaxing your clit.
“A deal?”
“Wooyoung, get under us,” Hongjoong commanded. “She’s dripping wet. That’s how you’ll get your energy back. Just open your mouth and drink all the come.”
Wooyoung whined but did what he was told. “I have to drink my own cum?!”
“And hers. Not only will you get your energy back but you’ll get a power up because you’ll drink up the succubus’ as well,” Hongjoong said a-matter-of-factly.
“No, don’t do that!” Your head fell back on Hongjoong’s shoulder as his pace on your clit sped up a fraction.
“Don’t worry, darling, we’ll take care of you. Once Wooyoung gets his energy back and he siphons your succubus energy, you’ll be powerless.”
“No!” You cry out.
“That’s okay though. We’ll take you back to HQ and you’ll be a good cock sleeve for us. It’s a win-win situation.”
Hongjoong’s pressure on your clit became rough and direct and you felt Wooyoung’s cum begin to drip out of your cunt. It dropped onto Wooyoung’s open mouth, pooling on his tongue.
“Oh fuck I taste good. She was right about the cotton candy,” Wooyoung thought out loud.
“You can’t do this! I was just about to win and level up!” You protested.
Hongjoong slapped your clit and you cried out in pleasure. A large glob of cum dropped from your hole and Wooyoung swallowed it eagerly up.
“Be still and come,” Hongjoong commanded. His eyes sparkled with orange prettiness and you half fell in love with him at that moment.
One final slap and your body arched like a bow, taunt and tight as your climax finally ripped through you. You fell slack against Hongjoong’s body.
“Good girl,” Hongjoong praised you.
Then the leader of the magical boys let go of you. The lasso around your arms remained, so your lower half landed on Wooyoung’s face and you slumped forward, face into Wooyoung’s crotch. You were completely empty of energy. Your forked tongue snaked out in an attempt to lick some of the cum off Wooyoung’s soft cock.
“I don’t think so,” a new voice said.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back until you were sitting straight up. With your lower half effectively fully seated on Wooyoung’s face, his tongue traced your folds, licking up any remnants of his cum and yours.
“You sure about taking her back to HQ?” The deep voice asked.
“Look at her, Yunho. Her power is completely drained. She’s a pretty pastel color now. She’s powerless.”
Yunho’s hand tightened in your hair. “Yeah but she’s a brat.”
Hongjoong chuckled. “That’s what’s fun about keeping her around.”
Wooyoung made noises of agreement, face still deep in your cunt. Your thighs started to quiver, caught between overstim and a new wave of pleasure.
Yunho rolled his eyes, hauling you up and over his shoulder. “You’re going to drain her if you make her come again, Newbie. You sure do have a lot to learn.”
You watched from over Yunho’s shoulder as Wooyoung practically bounced upwards. He was shining, almost blindingly, with his blue and pink colors. “I feel like I could run laps around the world!”
Hongjoong clapped a companionable hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder. “Let's just make it back to HQ. Mingi’s probably going to want to pour over our battle to see what we could do better. And I know the others will love to see our cute little cock sleeve.” And then the magical leader had the audacity to wink at you.
You sneered weakly at him and Wooyoung laughed. “She’s kinda cute when she’s angry, huh?”
Yunho slapped your ass and you squeaked at the pain. “Stay put up there.”
Hongjoong smirked at you. “You’re going to love it. I promise.”
In light of the july jizz jubilee (that still makes me laugh) I feel the need to let you know that I regularly go back to read your fics because they're just so SPECIFICALLY akin to my taste, it's like you went into my brain and took notes lmao. I'm sure there's some you may not even remember but they're so precious to me. The last one I read is fox hybrid wooyoung (I think I may have mentioned before I'm a huge fan of anything hybrid wooyoung - kitten hybrid my precious I miss him ❤️🩹 is he making a comeback maybe?)
I just wanted to say how fun and easy to read your fics are but I always end up yapping lol I look forward to read more this month and thank for keeping this up (and coming up with hilarious names depending on the month hehe)
Omg im honored honestly because I am 9000% writing stuff for my enjoyment so the fact that my content just snaps into place for you really makes me happy 😍 because I regularly reread my own stuff and so you and me would get along grand 🥰 you can absolutely look forward to kitty hybrid Wooyoung, ive already decided what day hes happening on, I miss him too darling, its not a FFF without him. Please always feel free to come yap in my inbox, it has been a delight! Hopefully next year will go back to February Filth Fest and I cant wait to hear your further feedback for JJJ 💞
♡Master List ~ Day Five: Hongjoong {Tentacle Sex} ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia}
You collapse onto your throne, utterly over with the day. Not only did that damn hero win again, despite all your vigorous planning, he gloated as you laid there, dazed from his final attack.
It was hard being a villainess.
“Mistress,” your thugs approach you carefully. “What can we do?”
“I need to turn off my head,” You complain. “I feel a tension headache coming on.”
“Let me, Mistress.” Yeosang gently maneuvers you so that he can massage your temples.
“These boots need to come off,” Jongho suggests next. His fingers go to the zipper on the back of the thigh high boots and slowly undo them, slipping off both boots. His strong hands rub your feet and you moan in relief.
“Oh, fuck yes,” You say.
Yeosang and Jongho exchange a long look. It’s been awhile, tonight just might be the night.
“You know,” Yeosang purrs in a low tone, leaning down to speak directly into your ear. “There’s one surefire remedy to a frustrating night fighting the hero.”
You frown slightly. “That was one time, Yeosang. I said we’d never speak of it again.”
“But Mistress,” Jongho croons. “You said it was exactly what you needed.”
Your frown melts as Yeosang begins to massage your shoulders. Your brain melts slightly at the pleasure of the tension being released in your body. “I know what I said, Jongho. But you must remember who is the boss here.”
Jongho nods his head in agreement. “You’re the boss here, always, Mistress. But turning off your brain for a while is going to help you! You can’t be at full brain power all the time. How else will you plan your next attack?”
Yeosang moves next to unzip the front of your tight villainness suit. When your breasts spill from their confines, he massages those next. That, combined with the way Jongho starts to squeeze your thighs. Immediately, you spread your legs, letting out a soft moan at the overwhelming pleasure of it all.
“See,” Yeosang points out. He moves your breasts around, squeezing and avoiding your nipples at the same time. “Already you feel better not having to think. Just let Jongho and I do all the thinking now.”
“I…” your eyes have become unfocused. You’re having a hard time forming a sentence even now. “This isn’t…”
“No one needs to know,” Jongho murmurs. He moves so that the zipper of your suit comes undone even further. The zipper actually goes all the way to the back, having been converted from a fetish suit. He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips. Humming reassuredly, his head dips down and he licks your clit quickly. “This is only for you.”
Yeosang gently tugs down your tight suit until the garment traps your arms against your body. Then, he slides behind you on your throne, so that his meaty thighs are on the other side of yours. He wraps his arms around your body and squeezes you. Your breath becomes restricted. With the lack of airflow, your brain slows down, along with your heartbeat. Intermittently, Yeosang releases and squeezes you. All your focus moves to being able to breathe.
That, paired with Jongho slowly edging your cunt, has you whining eventually.
Jongho’s dark eyes roll up to meet yours. “What’s wrong, Mistress? Can’t use your words already?”
You lick your lips, sure you could put forward a proper sentence. “I need--” You let out a lusty moan as Yeosang begins to play with your tits again. This time, his thumbs strum your nipples into tight buds.
“Don’t--” It’s too late, Jongho’s decided to add his middle finger into your aching cunt. That was exactly what you had wanted. A pout clings to your lipstick-red lips. “How…?”
“I know your every want and need, Mistress,” Jongho smirks. “I know exactly what you need without hearing your words. Even if you could actually form them.”
Yeosang sucks on his thumb and starts to play with your clit, the other hand still squeezing your tit. “You want both of us, right?” His deep voice is sending you into a sense of security. “You want to be dumb with pleasure, right, Mistress?”
Your nod allows Yeosang to chuckle huskily. “Jongho’s right, can’t use your words already. That’s okay, you can be a little dumb for us, right?”
Yeosang’s thumb circles your clit over and over, not changing its pace. Jongho enters a second finger into your hole, but he’s not speedy inside of you either. Your entire world narrows down to their fingers playing with you. You cant your hips and whine again. “More!”
“But isn't this nice?” Yeosang bites gently down on your earlobe and sucks down on it, playfully tugging on the earring there. “In a perpetual state of pleasure, one that you don’t even have to tell us what to do?”
“Besides, Mistress, you look so much more beautiful when you’re dumb on our fingers,” Jongho adds helpfully.
You nod even though you’re not quite sure what you’re nodding to anymore. Will you come? Probably. Jongho and Yeosang might even change to a pace in which you’ll beg to stop coming. Either way, your brain is turned off and you’re happy exactly where you are: dumb and stuffed.
Master List ~ Day Five: Hongjoong {Tentacle Sex} ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia}
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◇Master List ~ Day Two: Yunho and Seonghwa {Verbal Instruction} ~ Day Four: Mingi and Wooyoung {Voyeurism}
“Fuck, it’s hot,” Jongho complains, leaning out of the balcony of your shared apartment. Not that the fresh air was doing anything to relieve the humidity of the day.
Biting your lip down in anticipation, you creep up on your boyfriend. You’ve got a cup of ice cubes that you planned on sucking on to keep cool, but now you have another idea. You fish an ice cube out of the cup, and just as you approach Jongho’s broad back, you run an ice cup along the back of his neck.
“What the hell!” Jongho shouts, scrunching up his shoulders in defense immediately. When he turns around and sees the ice cube in your fingers and scowls at you. “Really?”
“You said it was hot,” You tease him.
The gears in Jongho’s head turn for a moment, but you know you’re in trouble as soon as he comes to a conclusion. With a squeal, you turn to run back into your apartment. Not that it does you any good. Jongho’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet. You giggle with adrenaline, which causes him to laugh in harmony with you.
“You little devil,” Jongho curses half-heartedly under his breath, but still smacking a loud kiss on the crown of your head.
“You know,” You say as you turn around in his embrace. “We could use these ice cubes for some more fun.”
“You’re not putting another ice cube on me,” Jongho deadpans.
“Oh, come on, Jongho!” You pursue your new, bright idea. “Your skin is so sensitive, it’ll be fun!”
Jongho closes his eyes and shivers. “No,” he says firmly.
“Fine,” you say clippedly. You flounce towards the couch with determination. “If you won’t have fun with me, then I guess I’ll just have to have some fun with myself.”
“With yourself?!” Jongho demands.
You feel his heavy gaze on you as you fish another ice cube from your cup and run it along your neck and collarbone. You moan at the feeling of the cool touch. Honestly, with the way your apartment is heated up, it was a good relief. But that wasn’t the fun you were talking about.
Next, you run the ice cube down your cleavage and along your teeny tiny tank top. You don’t have a bra on, so your nipple puckers immediately to the cold, dripping ice cube. It makes a wet spot on one nipple and so you bring it to the next one.
It’s not long before Jongho’s stealing the cup of ice cubes from you. His eyes are blown as he kneels in front of you. “For the record,” he grumbles as he grabs two ice cubes. “If you had offered to let me play with ice cubes on your tits, I would have said yes.”
You push your chest out so that Jongho can run the ice cubes along the swell of your breasts and upper chest. Your skin is pebbled with goosebumps by now, but your lower half couldn't be hotter. Especially when Jongho pulls your tits over the neckline of your tank top, holds an ice cube between his lips, and moves to run the ice cube over your perked nipples. It’s not long before your fingers dig into the silkiness of his hair, encouraging him to ditch the ice cube and suck on your nipples. The shock of his hot mouth after the iciness of the cubes causes you to gasp and then moan.
“Fine!” Jongho says suddenly. He flops onto the couch beside you but refuses to make eye contact with you. “You can use it on me. Just a little bit, though.” He bites down on his lip. “Be gentle with me.”
With a completely satisfied smile, you pop an ice cube into your mouth and then press your lips against your boyfriends. The two of you exchange the ice cube until it melts completely between your mouths. Next, you push up his baggy t-shirt and trace his pecs and sternum and stomach with the ice cube until it’s gone, and now you’re in between his legs.
A devilish grin pulls at your lips, and Jongho shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not. You are not allowed to put anything cold there.”
You pout. “Jongho!”
“Nope.” Jongho’s hands go beneath your arms, and he lifts you up onto his lap. Your legs spread to straddle his lap, and your hands brace yourself against his shoulder.
“I would have let you try it on me first,” You say.
“Even so,” Jongho shudders at his thoughts. “Not happening.”
You sigh in disappointment. Still, you grab an ice cube and run it along Jongho’s sensitive neck. He cranes it, at least, to allow you to play with him. “Can we fuck with them?” You try again.
Jongho’s lips twist into a frown. “You are in a mood tonight.”
“Please!” You cry out. “I really want you to fuck me while you play an ice cube around my nipples.”
“Oh.” Jongho gets a dopey smile on his face. The kind where his eyes scrunch up and his teeth show. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”
You slap Jongho’s chest, and he giggles. “You’re in a mood too, Mister Choi.”
“I prefer, Sir,” Jongho says in a slightly lower octave, eyes becoming hooded.
“Can you please fuck me, Sir,” You correct yourself.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” Jongho says.
You get exactly what you want. You’re sitting against the couch now, panties lazily pushed to the side, as Jongho fucks you good. His forearm and bicep bulge nicely as he braces himself against the back of the couch. His eyes are glued to where his cock continues to disappear inside your wet cunt.
“Jongho!” You whine at the lack of ice cubes.
“Oh, they’re almost melted anyways, you big baby,” Jongho teases.
Nonetheless, your boyfriend reaches for the cup and finds the leftovers. His fingers push the little nub of ice cup along your breast, circling your nipple only a few times before it’s simply wetness he’s smearing.
You push your chest out invitingly. “More!”
“How did I end up doing all the work,” Jongho grumbles, looking for more ice cubes at the bottom of the cup.
“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me touch an ice cube to your dick!” You remind him.
“Sir,” Jongho enunciates. “You’re getting a little too bratty for my liking.”
“You wouldn’t let me torture your cockhead with an ice cube. Sir.”
Jongho grips the cup and dumps whatever is left in it over your torso. You squeal at the splash of water. “The couch!” You can’t help but laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation.
Jongho chucks the cup to the floor and firmly grips your hips. “Fuck the couch, I want to hear you scream my name, you brat."
You wrap your legs around Jongho’s waist, digging your heels into his ass, and cheekily say, “Yes, Sir.”
It doesn’t take much for Jongho’s fat cock to bring you to climax when he puts his mind to it. The man knows how to move his hips and have you coming undone around his cock. You moan his name loudly and he rewards you with a kiss. He moans into your mouth as your walls push him towards his climax and he unloads into you.
“Guess we still ended up sweaty,” You giggle.
Jongho groans at the inevitability of the moment. You yelp in surprise as he lifts you up with determination. “We’re taking a cold shower.”
“So you did like the temperature play,” You say.
Jongho squeezes you so that you squeal, the air rushing out of your lungs with his strength. “I’ll show you temperature play,” he growls playfully.
“Really?” You say in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to try hot wax!”
Jongho’s shoulders shake with amusement but he rolls his eyes. “You’ll be the end of me, I swear.”
Master List ~ Day Two: Yunho and Seonghwa {Verbal Instruction} ~ Day Four: Mingi and Wooyoung {Voyeurism}
bro same, i wrote this during the heat and so we are on the same page. can you imagine?>!!?! fucking jonghoooooooo unf and it's sensitive skin ahhhhhh this man. i will drag him through the freak, i stg! but yes. sir jongho for the win hehehehe
♤Master List ~ Next Day: Seonghwa & Yunho {Verbal Instruction}
You know you’re in trouble the minute you spot Kang Yeosang across the backyard BBQ. There’s a perma-slight-smile on his face and his jawline is cutting into your psyche.
It hits you, first in the face, your mind reeling at how gorgeous he is. Then, your heart skips a beat when his eyes slowly turn towards you and he quirks an eyebrow at you in question. Lastly, your thighs squeeze together and you swear wetness splurts out of your cunt in an eagerness that you should not be oozing at a backyard BBQ.
Using his pinky to push a strand of hair out of his face, Yeosang raises the can of beer he’s been nursing and takes a long sip. His Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow and you’re pretty sure you’ve just become a puddle on the freshly-cut lawn.
Anticipation seizes your throat as you take a step towards Yeosang. You know him, or rather, you know of him. You’ve probably exchanged polite words here or there, you are a part of the same pack after all, but you’ve never actually possessed the courage to speak to him directly. He always seemed like he was cut from a different cloth than you.
It’s that intriguing, mysterious, never-leaves-his-face tiny smile that has one foot in front of the other, moving you closer to the other wolf. Your wolf might as well be sniffing the ground, curious as to what this wolf had to offer.
He will make beautiful cubs, your inner wolf decides to interject. Like you hadn't considered that.
It takes a pack to raise cubs, and the fathers don’t stick around usually, so you had to pick a partner that would provide you with the good genes and not necessarily focus on if he’d be a good mate or not. Were you looking to get pregnant? Absolutely not. Did your instincts scream at you for Yeosang to plug you up this very moment? Fuck yes.
“Enjoying yourself?” Yeosang wonders when you at last come within conversation distance.
You shrug your shoulders. “It’s a mandatory pack gathering.”
Yeosang nods. “One of the solitary wolves then, hmm?”
You cock your head in consideration. “I prefer my inner pack small, more like it.”
“Touche,” Yeosang raises his beer and drains it. “Should I grab you something?” he offers.
What’s the play? Was Yeosang trying to politely remove himself and this was your chance to let him go? Or was he looking to play the potential wolf partner and provide?
Yeosang frowns slightly when you don’t answer. “Or are you the ‘play hard to get’ type? I can provide, you know. I may not work the hard jobs like some of the other pack members do but my income is on the higher scale.”
You can’t help but laugh quietly at Yeosang’s mental leap. Maybe he wasn’t that much different from you. “I’d like a drink, please.”
A moment of excitement passes over his face before he schools his features and nods sagely. “I’ll be right back.”
The two of you spend the next few hours laughing and talking over drinks and burgers once the pack’s alpha dishes them up. Your natural attraction to Yeosang blooms into something akin to affection as you understand how warm Yeosang is compared to his somewhat aloof appearance.
There is one instinct you’ve been fighting, however, and it gets the better of you. Your hand reaches up and plays with the ponytail Yeosang is sporting. His eyes widen in surprise. “Do you like it?”
Your mind hyperfocuses on the silk running between your fingers. “I love it.”
Yeosang scans the backyard. “Do you want to--?”
“We’ll crash a car if we try to make it anywhere else,” You interrupt him. “We need to find a room here.”
Yeosang chuckles, somewhat in anxiety. “In the alpha’s house?”
Your eyes meet his. “Yes.”
Yeosang concedes to your clear direction. “After you, then.”
After a quick sniff, you discover one room lacking any scents embedded within and decide that’ll do. Your arms wrap behind Yeosang’s neck, fingers finding his hair once again.
“Have you felt anything like this before?” You ask in a moment of vulnerability.
“Like my wolf is howling at me for not taking you in the backyard?” Yeosang laughs at himself. “No, not really.”
Your fingertips tease the nape of Yeosang’s neck. “Imagine that,” you can’t help but think. “Would you have bent me over the picnic table? Growled at any others that take a step towards us? Would you have ripped my shirt to watch my tits swing? Do you want the others to want to be you or do you want to shield me from their vision?”
Yeosang’s eyes unfocus. “I want them to watch. I want them to want but can’t touch.”
Your body presses further into Yeosang’s. He’s hard, everywhere. His chest is sculpted, his stomach is taunt, and his cock is like a searing instrument against you. “Would you fuck me harder?”
A low, warning snarl leaves Yeosang’s lips. “I’m going to do it right now. I want them to hear us.”
Lips come crashing together in a rush that was almost akin to a fight. Neither is searching for dominance, you simply want to crawl into Yeosang and feel him everywhere. His tongue skims the roof of your mouth, before licking the corner of your lips and then he’s pulling your lower lip gently.
You whine and Yeosang breaks the kiss. He’s already panting for air. It’s a pleasure to watch his shoulders shake. “My knot… it’s slow.”
Your eyes almost disappear into the back of your head forever at his words. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Hurt flashes briefly through Yeosang’s eyes before it’s gone as quickly as it appears. “It’s been a problem before.”
You shake your head. “Those bitches. They wouldn’t know a good partner if it bit them in the ass.” To prove your commitment to this moment, you cup Yeosang through his jeans. “That just means I get to enjoy you a lot longer.”
Relief paints Yeosang’s features, along with a little pain at the fact that you’re touching him but there’s still clothing between you two. That’s easily remedied. You pop the button to his jeans and the zipper moves down as you shove your hand under his boxer briefs. Your hand immediately circles the base of his cock. True to Yeosang’s word, his knot has yet to even swell. You squeeze him in reassurance and then begin to slowly pump him under his pants and underwear. Yeosang’s long lashes flutter against his cheekbones, revelling in your touch. “That’s nice,” he murmurs.
It leaves you to wonder if anyone has enjoyed his cock truly. Yes, as wolves, it’s all about the copulation, but by the way that Yeosang curves against your palm, you’re aware that there’s so many more ways to appreciate Kang Yeosang and his cock.
You drop to your knees, pulling his pants and boxer briefs down to his thick thighs. You don’t give Yeosang another moment to think as you lick a long strip up his length and then encompass the head of his cock into your willing mouth. You lick his slit, gathering his precum along your tongue and smear it further. You suck and play with the head of his cock, enjoying his noises of pleasure as you give him a little piece of yourself.
Both of Yeosang’s extremely large hands encompass your head. He thrusts shallowly into your mouth, a simple gesture showing that the wetness of your mouth is doing it for him. “I--” Yeosang swallows loudly. “I…”
You pop off Yeosang and begin to place slow, wet, open mouth-ed kisses along his trembling length. “What do you need?”
“Maybe it wasn’t my knot that was the problem,” Yeosang says. You glance down and indeed, Yeosang’s knot is beginning to swell. “Maybe I just needed the right partner.”
You can’t help but preen at the praise. “I like the sound of that.”
“That means, however…” Yeosang’s hands fall on your shoulders and attempt to tug you upwards. “I need to be inside of you sooner rather than later.”
You shake your head. “I want to feel your knot pop in my mouth.”
Yeosang’s eyes are blown. He’s clearly beyond surprised. “You do?”
Without another word, you go back to admiring the slowly swelling knot. The slight bulge at the base of his cock makes your instincts go into overdrive. All you want to do is pay homage to his knot. You lick and suck, causing Yeosang to moan lowly. You have to hold onto his hips, his Adonis belt under your palms, as his cock searches for more stimulation.
The beauty of using your mouth as his vice is that his knot pushes out enough for you to want to take it to the next level. Your mouth descends down his length, causing Yeosang to choke. You struggle at first, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat. But soon you relax your neck muscles and are able to slowly fuck him down your throat, all the while moving closer to your goal.
When your lips are able to seal against Yeosang’s pelvis, his knot securely settled behind your lips, you hum contently. Yeosang cries out suddenly, and you feel liquid rush down your throat. Still, you swallow it all. What an honor to have a wolf’s knot in your mouth and make him feel such pleasure that he can’t help but come.
Yeosang whines above you, his teeth capturing his bottom lip. “I don’t know…what…came over…me,” he pants.
You lean backwards, letting Yeosang’s cock naturally fall from your lips. You use your thumb to remove some of his cum from the corners of your lips and you suck on the moisture gathered there. “Me,” you reply simply.
A barking, sudden laughter escapes Yeosang’s mouth and you can’t help but quirk a smile back up at him. “You seem to be the factor that’s been escaping me.”
You eye his cock. His knot seems smaller but he’s still as hard as when you first felt him through his pants. “I think I could wiggle you into me like that,” You suggest.
Yeosang groans. “Take mercy on me, I just came!”
You shake your head, humming with a teasing smile. “I don’t think so.”
@anyamaris - im dedicating this to you Babe. Cant do oral and yeosang without mentioning you
♤Master List ~ Next Day: Seonghwa & Yunho {Verbal Instruction}
AHHHH IT'S MY FAVORITE SHOW TOO I'M ALSO VERY EXCITED TO HAVE STARTED THIS AGAIN i lowkey missed it in february and now here we are, eh? it's crazy how time flies.
i just love thinking up of these scenarios, like i despise people that aren't open minded to anything that isn't the 'norm' like go away, let the rest of us enjoy it bahahhaa and poor sangie, but now we feels appreciated! and a knot after a blowie? hello???? ah yeosang, i'm soft for you with this smut.
thank you for tuning in and reading these, your responses are absolutely making me happy!!!
♤Warnings: tentacle sex, jongjoong is an octopus hybrid so beware!, breast play, clit play, oral fixation, manhandling, breeding kink, marking, sex with no protection, slight aftercare
♤Master List ~ Day Four: Mingi & Wooyoung {Voyeurism} ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification}
“Hongjoong!” You call out for your best friend.
You may be landlocked as a human, but that didn’t stop you from making fast friends with the octopus hybrid. He’s curious by nature, which got you two into a few troubles growing up. But you hadn't seen him in a few days, and you were starting to worry.
“I made grilled fish! I promise the edges aren’t too burnt this time!” You cup your hands to your mouth to make your voice louder. When you don’t see a reddish hair bursting through the small waves in the setting sun, your shoulders fall. “Where are you?” You lament.
Still, you meander along the ocean’s edge, further down the shore, hoping that Hongjoong would pop up sooner rather than later. There’s a part of the shore where the land drops, creating a dark fissure into the ocean water. You sit at the edge of the rocks and dangle your legs. You pick up stray rocks and drop them one by one into the dark abyss.
“I miss you,” You speak your sadness into the air.
You're too focused on your worries, and the rocks that you don’t notice as a tentacle creeps out of the water. It gently taps your foot, and when it recognizes the rubber sole, it slowly wraps around your leg. You sigh heavily, and another tentacle wraps around your opposite leg. Your attention isn’t stolen until both tentacles yank your legs apart abruptly. You gasp in shock and then relax when you see the red-haired hybrid you had been searching after.
“Hongjoong!” You cry out his name. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where have you been?”
A slight pout clings to Hongjoong’s lips, his eyes looking dark in the setting sun’s rays. “I was hiding from you. Why didn’t you stay away?”
Your heart aches at his harsh words. “Why?”
Hongjoong barks out a harsh, bitter laugh. “Why? Why?!” His voice raises with hysteria. “Because it’s mating season!”
The air gets caught in your throat as his admission takes you by surprise. “But don’t you usually go further out to sea when this happens? Why didn’t you just tell me you were leaving! You don’t have to break my heart!” You push back.
Hongjoong’s mouth pushes into the side of his cheek in discontent. “I lost track of time. I was having too much fun with you this summer.”
A small, happy smile pulls at the corner of your lips. “I was having fun too.”
“And this is why I hid!” Hongjoong gets worked up again. “I get so confused.”
“What’s confusing, huh?!” You demand. “I said I had fun!”
Hongjoong slaps his hand to his chest. “You’re confusing my heart!”
“Well my heart isn’t confused!” You shout back.
Hongjoong blinks rapidly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You turn your head stubbornly. “Nothing.”
The tentacles around your legs tighten, pulling you closer until Hongjoong’s nose to nose with you now. “I’m not in a place to be patient with you. I told you it’s mating season. Do you know what male octopus does? We wait and hide and grab females to mate with them. What are we doing right now?”
You swallow dryly. “You grabbed me from the shadows.”
Another tentacle of Hongjoong’s comes out of the water, tenderly flicking along your cheek. “Exactly.”
“Does this mean you want to mate with me?” You whisper.
“Hongjoong makes a noise of frustration. “What do you think?!”
“Then do it,” You say.
Hongjoong freezes. “What did you just say?”
“Do it,” You repeat immediately.
Hongjoong shakes his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking!” His head is turned, but his eyes slid back towards you. “It’s not like humans.”
“So what?” You challenge him, lifting your chin stubbornly. “You’re my best friend. I feel comfortable with you. Didn’t you just touch me with your tentacles? Did I flinch?”
“No,” Hongjoong agrees, still hesitant. “What if you say this now but it gets weird?”
You cup the tentacle against your cheek, practically nuzzling into it. The slippery side slides along your skin, the suction cups gently attaching to your palm. “It’s not going to get weird,” you reassure him.
Hongjoong presses his lips to yours, a little cold from when he had been submerged in the ocean’s depths. Still, they’re gentle and curious as they press against yours. Squeezing the tentacle in your one hand, your other falls to the nape of his neck to encourage him. His tongue slides along the seam of your mouth, and you drop your jaw so he can explore your mouth.
During the distraction of the kiss, Hongjoong’s tentacles go full-send. Two slip under your t-shirt and wrap around your breasts, squeezing them. Two others work at undoing your pants, while the stronger ones hold your legs apart still. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. Hongjoong isn’t being sneaky. He is obviously still thinking you need to be distracted by his tentacles, but he is dead wrong.
You break the kiss to speak. “Hongjoong, I want all of your tentacles.” To prove your point, you bring the tentacle in your hand up to your mouth and place a kiss on it. “I want all of you.”
Hongjoong lets out a small sigh of contentment, a little silly smile on his face. He looks a little love-drunk if you are being honest, but you don’t want to point it out, just in case all of this is too much for your best friend. One step at a time is the best advice.
The two strong tentacles hold your body up so the more versatile ones can pull your pants down. Once they are down far enough, the stronger tentacles unwrap from your legs, and the others manage to take off your pants completely. The stronger ones then rip open your shirt, the buttons scattering to the rocks around you. That is when the nimble ones that had been squeezing your breasts begin to flick across your nipples.
You let out a loud moan at the stimulation, and it is off to the races. The tentacle that you had kissed plunge into your mouth and start to work in and out of your mouth. He tastes like salt, and you moan louder.
Hongjoong’s strong arms flex as palms down, he anchors himself to the land. As his two stronger tentacles wrap around your thighs, holding them apart, the two nimble ones that had undone your pants work together. Each swirl around in your wetness, one to move towards your clit to flick your nub and the other to plunge into your cunt.
Your mouth is stuffed, but you still manage to muffle Hongjoong’s name. There’s still one crucial tentacle that’s missing, and you know it.
“So eager for my mating tentacle, are you?” Hongjoong chuckles huskily. You nod, and he laughs, the belly laugh making your heart light with adoration. “Then I shouldn’t disappoint you, hmmm?”
The final tentacle is shorter than the rest. It is lighter at its tip and gets darker the closer to Hongjoong’s body. The tip is spade shaped, as if it is made to part your folds. Suction cups follow the underbelly, a sweet bronze that mimics his lovely sun-kissed skin. Hongjoong plays with his head with his hand, swallowing down a groan. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?”
You make a noise of affirmation, and that’s all that it takes. The smaller tentacles recede from your lower half and make room for the main event. The tip of Hongjoong’s mating tentacle slips inside of you. The further it moves inside, the further it splits you apart, getting wider the closer to the base of it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head with the pleasure of it all.
“Do you like it?” Hongjoong speaks out loud, a small part of hesitation in his voice.
Your hand wraps around the tentacle in your mouth, and he allows you to pull it out. “Hongjoong,” you can’t help but whine. “It feels so good.”
Hongjoong’s eyes manage to get even darker. An impish grin fills his features, and the remainder of his anxiety is banished. “Then I’ll give you all of me.”
The two tentacles playing with your tits begin to use their suction cups to pop on and off your nipples, causing the most loveliest sensation. Another small tentacle does the same with your clit. That, accompanied with the way that his mating tentacle is sliding in and out of you, the textured ridges of the underbelly twisting and rubbing against that spongey part of you, has you moaning Hongjoong’s name again.
“Fuck me,” You whine, as if Hongjoong isn’t doing exactly that. You elicit another husky chuckle from him so it makes it all worth it. “Harder!”
One of his stronger tentacles unwraps from your thighs. You moan at the suction-cup marks he leaves on your skin. It scooches behind your ass and lower back to pull you even closer to him. That’s when his hips truly begin to work their magic. He fucks you deeper, and harder, just like you asked for. It sends you over the edge beautifully.
Amidst your own climax, Hongjoong works towards his own. His cries begin to get breathy, and his rhythm is messy as he searches for his own. “You’re so fucking warm and wet. I bet you have the most perfect womb for my seed. I’m going to fill you up,” he rapid-fires.
Your cheeks heat up at the breeding mention as you come down but it’s quickly blanketed by the way Hongjoong hypnotizes you with his cum face. His nose scrunches and his drawnout ‘uh!’ makes your breath catch in your throat. You’ve never seen him like this; he was your best friend after all. But after this, you’ll never see him the same way again.
Hongjoong slightly collapses against your shoulder, sweaty forehead braced so that he can come down. You run a hand up and down his back, and he shivers with sensitivity. “It was okay?” Hongjoong checks in even though it’s clear he’s the one that needs the comfort.
“It was amazing, Hongjoong,” you say, kissing his neck and making him squeal, perhaps even more sensitive since he just had sex.
All of his tentacles wiggle a little in glee in their respective places, causing you to gasp and giggle. “Good,” Hongjoong sighs in relief again.
“And Hongjoong?” You say his name to keep his attention on you.
“Mmmm?” He hums, clearly content where he was, in your arms.
“I don’t think you need to leave for mating season ever again.”
Master List ~ Day Four: Mingi & Wooyoung {Voyeurism} ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification}
♧Warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (m), sex with magical protection
♧Master List ~ Day Three: Jongho {Temperature Play} ~ Day Five: Hongjoong {Tentacle Sex}
Have you ever heard of curiosity killing the cat? Wooyoung was familiar with it. Or, rather, several choices had previously led him down the path where he was down at least three lives. But he still had six left, right?
Tonight, however, he was only going to have five left.
His rogue abilities aided him in strolling through the dark halls of the dungeon where you were currently camping. He had the unfortunate dice roll of taking the first watch. That was fine. He was still pumped on adrenaline from the several levels you had delved into the dungeon to go to sleep immediately anyway. There were only so many times he could circle the camp he had made with Mingi and you; he could only study the reliefs of the old architecture before the lure of some cooking food drew him towards the fire where you and Mingi had gathered.
“We only have to push through these many levels and then we can get to the monster that’s been terrorizing this area,” Mingi points out with his fingers with the map he had constructed with his magic.
You crack your knuckles enthusiastically. “I can’t wait. That fucker has it coming to them. The villages around here are filled with soft creatures who just want to make good food and share their happiness.”
Mingi chuckles lowly, knocking his shoulder against yours, his magical map disappearing. “You know, for a barbarian, you’re such a softie.”
You sent Mingi a level look. “I fight so others don’t have to.” Mingi returns a look to you like he knows better. You break into a grin. “Well, that, and I’ve got a natural blood lust. Both can be true.”
Wooyoung scans his surroundings. There’s a natural arc high up on the same side as where you and Mingi had made your fire in the dungeon. He scales the wall easily and then settles into the side of said arc. He’s got a perfect view of the surrounding area and you and Mingi. With a sharp tug of his hood, enacting his powers to cover himself in shadows as a precaution, he continues to spy on his party.
Mingi shakes his head, sharing a grin with you. “I think you just have lust. How much money did you spend before we left on this quest on dick alone?”
You fold your arms behind your head, your previous grin getting wider, and your eyes vacant as you recall the threesome you had ordered before you had accepted this quest. “I always make sure I’m full of cock before I go on a four star quest. You never know when your last night on Halazia might be.”
Mingi appears thoughtful. “You’re not wrong. I made sure to put in extra time to study some scrolls and acquire some useful spells before we went.”
Your eyes slant towards Mingi and Wooyoung feels his cock stir in his loose pants, and a little bit of jealousy, if he’s being honest. Wooyoung had spent most of the time showing off for you and flirting with you, but it was Mingi that was getting your full attention right now. Maybe it was unfortunate he was the one who had to take the first watch. Would you be about to hit on him instead of Mingi right now?
“Kind of similar to tonight, if you think about it,” you say. “We don’t know if this monster might kill us or not.”
“No, I’ve got the perfect spell, I’m telling you. I’ve studied all the reports of this monster. There’s a strategy we can put in effect and--”
“Mingi, you’re beautiful and smart and very powerful, but sometimes you can be very stupid,” you interrupt him.
Mingi looks a little offended. “What kind of back-handed compliment is that?”
Your eyes scan around the area, and Wooyoung freezes in his spot, even though he’s certain you can’t see him. Your eyes pass right over him, and then zero in on Mingi. “Let me spell it out for you, Spellcaster. I’m trying to fuck you right now.”
Your warrior-bluntness slaps Mingi in the face. He visibly moves backward from it. Wooyoung runs a hand over his face and has to swallow a moan. If only Wooyoung could trade places! He’d already have his cock inside of you right now.
“Oh,” is all the Mingi can offer.
You peer curiously at the magic-user. “Oh? Does that mean no?”
Mingi’s head whips around his shoulder. It’s as if he can sense Wooyoung if he doesn't see him. “Wooyoung is around here somewhere. Wouldn’t that be impractical?"
Your smirk makes Wooyoung even harder. “What’s a free show for a rogue? I’m sure it wouldn’t be his first time.” And you were right. Wooyoung’s heart does a tiny skip. So you did notice him.
Mingi bites down on his lower lip in thought. “I don’t suppose it would hurt. My stamina is back to full now.”
“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”
The first thing you do is unbuckle your breast plate. Wooyoung’s mouth starts to water, seeing your simple breast band barely holding back your luscious tits. Wooyoung wishes you were one of those showy barbarians that wore barely-there armor. Maybe he could goad you into it for the next mission. After all, weren’t you good enough to not need armor anyway?
Mingi moans quietly as your breasts jiggle from the motion. His hands inch towards them to squeeze them when you slap his hand. “Cast us an infertility spell first, Mingi, the gods bless us. No one needs the story that they were conceived in a dungeon.”
Mingi sends you a dopey smile and then mutters in a deep, guttural tongue that honestly has Wooyoung reaching for the waistband of his bands and lifting his ass up so he can tug them down. Mingi’s hair flutters, and his clothes appear as if they're being tugged by an invisible wind. Then it stops just like that. “Done,” Mingi confirms.
With a firm hand against Mingi’s chest, you push him to the ground. “I’ll repay the favor then. Spells cost a lot, don’t they, Mingi?”
“Oh no, that was only a fraction of my--” Mingi realizes your flirting with him when your hand goes to his cock to rub him through his robes. “--oh, yes, quite a lot, actually. What did you have in mind?"
“Ride you until you fill me up, I suppose. What else do I have to offer other than my body?” You purr.
Wooyoung wraps a hand around his aching cock, spits onto it and then begins to rub one out just as you sheath Mingi inside of you after removing your pants and pushing Mingi’s robe up. The slow winding of your hips speaks volumes on Mingi’s cock. Either you were looking to enjoy every moment of him inside of you or you were working hard on getting him inside of you. Whatever the case may be, you brought Mingi’s hands to cup both of your breasts and Wooyoung squeezed the base of his cock in response.
“Oh, gods,” Mingi groans. “You feel so damn good.”
Wooyoung normally would close his eyes and pretend that his hand was you clenching around him, but he finds the visuals you’re providing are much better than anything he can conjure up. Your tits start to bounce as you take Mingi deeper inside of you.
“Yeah?” You say with the strain of doing all the work. “I’m always going to have a tight little cunt despite the fucking around I do. I even train my pussy muscles.”
Wooyoung is going to die. His other hand becomes a fist at his thigh. Why were you doing all the work?! If Wooyoung was down there, his hips would be moving upwards to meet your ass. He knows he could fuck you good! Mingi must have bespelled the dice so that he could get the opportunity to fuck you.
“What are you--?” Mingi’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “That feels amazing.”
“I told you,” You smirk. “Even the pussy muscles are trained.”
It’s not long before you climax, biting down on your lips to keep your loud groan in. Mingi’s hands encompass your hips as he sinks deep into you, unable to resist your pussy walls. And Wooyoung? He comes all over his fist, his own throaty groan the only noise in the camp.
Your head whips around to exactly where Wooyoung isn’t appearing. “I knew it, you little shit.”
Mingi frowns heavily. “Wooyoung, you are supposed to be watching out for danger, not us!”
Wooyoung, after licking his cum off his hands and pulling up his trousers, takes down his hood and comes into view. He nimbly climbs down and shrugs his shoulders as he lands. “I was still keeping watch. Nobody is in danger. Why not have a free show?”
“Might as well get some food then,” you offer. You lift yourself off of Mingi, and the two of you busy yourselves with cleaning up.
Wooyoung sits across from you by the fire. “It was a good show.”
You meet Wooyoung’s eyes as you serve up the stew in the pot. “Was it, Rogue?”
“Made me come, didn’t it?” Wooyoung counters, deftly taking the bowl from your reach.
“If I had known you really were watching, I would have put in a bit more effort,” you respond, serving up Mingi next.
“Hey!” Mingi protests, his eyebrows furrowing. “Does that mean I didn’t get your best?”
You move the bowl out of the way before Mingi can take it. You grip his jaw harshly with your other hand. “I always fuck at the best of my abilities. The same as I fight.”
Wooyoung whimpers, spoon in his mouth already, and you chuckle. “Is someone feeling left out?”
Wooyoung swallows what was in his mouth and nods enthusiastically. “This time, Mingi should watch.”
♧Master List ~ Day Three: Jongho {Temperature Play} ~ Day Five: Hongjoong {Tentacle Sex}
"Once upon a time, there was a bear who left his mate in their cozy cave to forage for more berries and fish, because he was a greedy bear."
Hongjoong’s eyes met yours across the roaring fire. His many rings flashed from the firelight, but it was the trickster gleam in his eyes that drew you towards his tale.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.In which Kim Hongjoong, a wandering demi-god, pays a visit to your loghouse while your husband is raiding. His intention is to spin a tale to raise your spirits, lure you into a sense of security, and then raise your furs to slumber beneath them with you. And if another god is born, what then?
Tagging @smallfrye because we had this idea sitting for years, but it always lives rent free
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◇Warnings: temperature play, nipple play, sex with no protection, dom! Jongho, sub! Reader, sir/brat role play
◇Master List ~ Day Two: Yunho and Seonghwa {Verbal Instruction} ~ Day Four: Mingi and Wooyoung {Voyeurism}
“Fuck, it’s hot,” Jongho complains, leaning out of the balcony of your shared apartment. Not that the fresh air was doing anything to relieve the humidity of the day.
Biting your lip down in anticipation, you creep up on your boyfriend. You’ve got a cup of ice cubes that you planned on sucking on to keep cool, but now you have another idea. You fish an ice cube out of the cup, and just as you approach Jongho’s broad back, you run an ice cup along the back of his neck.
“What the hell!” Jongho shouts, scrunching up his shoulders in defense immediately. When he turns around and sees the ice cube in your fingers and scowls at you. “Really?”
“You said it was hot,” You tease him.
The gears in Jongho’s head turn for a moment, but you know you’re in trouble as soon as he comes to a conclusion. With a squeal, you turn to run back into your apartment. Not that it does you any good. Jongho’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet. You giggle with adrenaline, which causes him to laugh in harmony with you.
“You little devil,” Jongho curses half-heartedly under his breath, but still smacking a loud kiss on the crown of your head.
“You know,” You say as you turn around in his embrace. “We could use these ice cubes for some more fun.”
“You’re not putting another ice cube on me,” Jongho deadpans.
“Oh, come on, Jongho!” You pursue your new, bright idea. “Your skin is so sensitive, it’ll be fun!”
Jongho closes his eyes and shivers. “No,” he says firmly.
“Fine,” you say clippedly. You flounce towards the couch with determination. “If you won’t have fun with me, then I guess I’ll just have to have some fun with myself.”
“With yourself?!” Jongho demands.
You feel his heavy gaze on you as you fish another ice cube from your cup and run it along your neck and collarbone. You moan at the feeling of the cool touch. Honestly, with the way your apartment is heated up, it was a good relief. But that wasn’t the fun you were talking about.
Next, you run the ice cube down your cleavage and along your teeny tiny tank top. You don’t have a bra on, so your nipple puckers immediately to the cold, dripping ice cube. It makes a wet spot on one nipple and so you bring it to the next one.
It’s not long before Jongho’s stealing the cup of ice cubes from you. His eyes are blown as he kneels in front of you. “For the record,” he grumbles as he grabs two ice cubes. “If you had offered to let me play with ice cubes on your tits, I would have said yes.”
You push your chest out so that Jongho can run the ice cubes along the swell of your breasts and upper chest. Your skin is pebbled with goosebumps by now, but your lower half couldn't be hotter. Especially when Jongho pulls your tits over the neckline of your tank top, holds an ice cube between his lips, and moves to run the ice cube over your perked nipples. It’s not long before your fingers dig into the silkiness of his hair, encouraging him to ditch the ice cube and suck on your nipples. The shock of his hot mouth after the iciness of the cubes causes you to gasp and then moan.
“Fine!” Jongho says suddenly. He flops onto the couch beside you but refuses to make eye contact with you. “You can use it on me. Just a little bit, though.” He bites down on his lip. “Be gentle with me.”
With a completely satisfied smile, you pop an ice cube into your mouth and then press your lips against your boyfriends. The two of you exchange the ice cube until it melts completely between your mouths. Next, you push up his baggy t-shirt and trace his pecs and sternum and stomach with the ice cube until it’s gone, and now you’re in between his legs.
A devilish grin pulls at your lips, and Jongho shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not. You are not allowed to put anything cold there.”
You pout. “Jongho!”
“Nope.” Jongho’s hands go beneath your arms, and he lifts you up onto his lap. Your legs spread to straddle his lap, and your hands brace yourself against his shoulder.
“I would have let you try it on me first,” You say.
“Even so,” Jongho shudders at his thoughts. “Not happening.”
You sigh in disappointment. Still, you grab an ice cube and run it along Jongho’s sensitive neck. He cranes it, at least, to allow you to play with him. “Can we fuck with them?” You try again.
Jongho’s lips twist into a frown. “You are in a mood tonight.”
“Please!” You cry out. “I really want you to fuck me while you play an ice cube around my nipples.”
“Oh.” Jongho gets a dopey smile on his face. The kind where his eyes scrunch up and his teeth show. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”
You slap Jongho’s chest, and he giggles. “You’re in a mood too, Mister Choi.”
“I prefer, Sir,” Jongho says in a slightly lower octave, eyes becoming hooded.
“Can you please fuck me, Sir,” You correct yourself.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” Jongho says.
You get exactly what you want. You’re sitting against the couch now, panties lazily pushed to the side, as Jongho fucks you good. His forearm and bicep bulge nicely as he braces himself against the back of the couch. His eyes are glued to where his cock continues to disappear inside your wet cunt.
“Jongho!” You whine at the lack of ice cubes.
“Oh, they’re almost melted anyways, you big baby,” Jongho teases.
Nonetheless, your boyfriend reaches for the cup and finds the leftovers. His fingers push the little nub of ice cup along your breast, circling your nipple only a few times before it’s simply wetness he’s smearing.
You push your chest out invitingly. “More!”
“How did I end up doing all the work,” Jongho grumbles, looking for more ice cubes at the bottom of the cup.
“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me touch an ice cube to your dick!” You remind him.
“Sir,” Jongho enunciates. “You’re getting a little too bratty for my liking.”
“You wouldn’t let me torture your cockhead with an ice cube. Sir.”
Jongho grips the cup and dumps whatever is left in it over your torso. You squeal at the splash of water. “The couch!” You can’t help but laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation.
Jongho chucks the cup to the floor and firmly grips your hips. “Fuck the couch, I want to hear you scream my name, you brat."
You wrap your legs around Jongho’s waist, digging your heels into his ass, and cheekily say, “Yes, Sir.”
It doesn’t take much for Jongho’s fat cock to bring you to climax when he puts his mind to it. The man knows how to move his hips and have you coming undone around his cock. You moan his name loudly and he rewards you with a kiss. He moans into your mouth as your walls push him towards his climax and he unloads into you.
“Guess we still ended up sweaty,” You giggle.
Jongho groans at the inevitability of the moment. You yelp in surprise as he lifts you up with determination. “We’re taking a cold shower.”
“So you did like the temperature play,” You say.
Jongho squeezes you so that you squeal, the air rushing out of your lungs with his strength. “I’ll show you temperature play,” he growls playfully.
“Really?” You say in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to try hot wax!”
Jongho’s shoulders shake with amusement but he rolls his eyes. “You’ll be the end of me, I swear.”
Master List ~ Day Two: Yunho and Seonghwa {Verbal Instruction} ~ Day Four: Mingi and Wooyoung {Voyeurism}
♡Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) x Jeong Yunho
♡Genre: smut
♡Au: fantasy, pirate, magical, historical
♡Trope: strangers to lovers, co-workers to lovers
♡Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
♡Word Count: 2,625
♡Warnings: verbal instruction, slight fear kink, dubcon, oral (m), dirty talk, dom! Yunho, sub! Reader, switch! Seonghwa, slight mxm, orgasm denial, finger sucking, sex with no protection, voyeurism, creampie, drooling cum
Master List ~ Day One: Yeosang {Knotting} ~ Day Three: Jongho {Temperature Play}
Seonghwa drops a jewelry box full of coins and jewels, and you send him a glare that would have had anyone else wincing in fear, but for Seonghwa, it simply shot straight to his dick. He turns towards the dropped jewelry box, fixing himself in his pants before crouching on the balls of his feet to pick up everything that had spilled to the floor.
You run an admiring finger along a pair of sapphire-embedded twin daggers. This cave was a treasure trove. Your ship had been attacked and sunk. You and Seonghwa had been the only survivors upon this isolated island. Discovering the cave had been an accident as well. You had been hunting a wild pig before you fell through the corroded earth. The cave previously had only been approachable by the sea.
“What if they come back?” Seonghwa asks suddenly.
“Then we kill them and steal their ship,” You dismiss Seonghwa’s worries immediately.
The cave was not only well hidden from the sea, it had a series of bobby traps and mechanisms to make this a pirate stronghold. There were also plenty of supplies to keep you and Seonghwa well fed until said someone did come back. You had a plan. Everything would work out. For what other reason would you have ended up here?
“Is that the plan?”
That wasn’t Seonghwa’s voice. You pick up the daggers you had been admiring and throw them consecutively towards the new voice. Two loud shots are heard, one for each gun in the newcomers' hands. He deflicts each dagger with the bullets and lowers the smoking muskets. The fancy, feathered hat tilts in curiousity. “Have we met before?”
“Seonghwa!” You hiss. “Do something!”
Your partner in crime and last remaining crew member looks around wildly for something to help you with. Seonghwa grabs a goblet and chucks it at the man, and it clonks comedically off the man’s chest.
You sigh heavily in defeat. You raise your hand when the man drops his pistols and unsheathes his cutlass. “I’m assuming you’re the owner of this fine place?”
A confident smile tugs at his lips. “So you’re the brains, I see.”
Your eyes shoot over to Seonghwa, the supposed brawns, who was slowly creeping up towards the man. “He’s got a sword, Seonghwa. What are you going to do?"
Seonghwa’s eyes are solidly locked on the man. “It’s two against one.”
“Aye,” the man chuckles. “You’re missing one important detail, however.”
“And what’s that?” Seonghwa sneers.
“Magic.”
Your eyes widen in surprise when Yunho points his sword at you, and something that appears like a mix between blue mist and black smoke travels through the air until it hits you square in the forehead. “I believe your most absolute desire right now is to wrap your body around your partner.”
The reaction to his words is almost instant. Your eyes become hooded and you stalk towards Seonghwa. His eyes can’t seem to decide whether he wants to keep an eye on the man with the magical sword or you. “What are you doing?” Seonghwa asks.
“I need to feel your lean body against mine, Seonghwa. What does it look like?” You purr. Your arms wind behind Seonghwa’s neck, and you press your body against his. “Is that amenable to you?”
“I…” Seonghwa’s eyes are still shaky, an evident state of panic. “But you…”
“Why look a gifted horse in the mouth, friend?” The man behind you wonders. “Kiss her.”
Seonghwa’s lips slant against yours. He kisses you like he’s got all the time in the world to enjoy a smooch. They’re soft and pliant, and you can’t help but moan into them.
“There. That’s much better.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see the man pace around you, sheathing his sword. “I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Jeong Yunho. You may know me as the Scourge of the Auroran Sea. Captain of the Horizon.”
You gasp into Seonghwa’s kiss, which only allows your partner to slip his tongue into your mouth and entangle your own in a dance. Seonghwa holds your head in place between his hands. Between the two of you, intertwined body and mouths, Yunho has the floor to speak as he wishes.
“You’ve discovered my secret stash, it seems. You must have survived from the sinking of your ship. When I heard the Ghost was no more, and the rumors of its whereabouts when it had encountered the Inception, I knew I had to double check. Lucky for me, my instincts have saved me more times than I can count.”
The infamous pirate continues to circle you and Seonghwa. You can’t seem to let go of Seonghwa, and he can’t seem to stop kissing you, even though you can see Seonghwa’s eyes following Yunho’s path around the two of you.
“Now, you might be asking yourselves how the hell do I have a magical sword? Well, that’s a long story that you two certainly have time to hear, but it’s been a long voyage from my last location to here, and I’m feeling like relieving myself with you two.”
You can see Seonghwa’s eyes swirl with the same colors as the mist/smoke mixture as Yunho murmurs about the kissing coming to a halt. You’re breathing heavily, puffs of air hitting Seonghwa’s now-moist lips. Seonghwa’s forehead presses against yours, seemingly unable to move far from you.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Seonghwa whispers.
“Aye,” You growl. “Do you know how long I’ve known that you eye fuck me when you think I’m not looking?”
“Now now, you two,” Yunho scolds. “You were so adorable kissing each other. Why the fight?”
Your own orders have not been rescinded, so you are stuck with keeping your body up against Seonghwa’s. “Seonghwa’s the reason why we’re here in the first place! If he hadn't fallen asleep at the wheel, we wouldn’t have crashed into the Inception, and they wouldn’t have taken that as an all-out attack!”
“Why must you always try to take me down a peg every time you open your mouth?” Seonghwa shoots back.
Yunho taps his lips with his gloved index finger for a moment. “Hmmm, how can we fix this, I wonder?”
“You wouldn’t have much to say if your mouth was filled with my cock,” Seonghwa grumbles under his breath.
Yunho’s sword comes back out, and before you can protest, he’s using its magic to bring you to your knees. Literally. You’re staring up at Seonghwa. You can see his length is pressed up against his pants.
“This is the only way this would ever happen, I hope you understand this,” you spit. “I would never willingly take you into my body. Ever. Over my dead body.”
“Untrue.” Yunho argues. “The magic in my sword simply releases inhibitions. You want Seonghwa enough to want to do this.”
A slow, crooked smile pulls at Seonghwa’s lips. You hate it. “Is that so, friend?”
“Why are you two so fucking chummy?” You demand.
Yunho drapes himself along Seonghwa’s back. The infamous pirate is just tall enough to do so with your lean crewmate. “We’re brothers in arms, he and I. I’m helping out a fellow man getting exactly what he wants.”
“And what do you get out of this?” You ask further.
Yunho’s eyes darken. “I get off.” Yunho’s lips brush against the shell of Seonghwa’s ears. “It’s time to fill that dirty mouth with something, don’t you think?”
Seonghwa shivers, whether from what Yunho said or how he said it, you’ll never truly know. Regardless, he doesn’t need the magic to encourage him to undo his belt. His pants fall to his thighs and his cock quivers at attention.
Yunho whistles. “Now that’s going to be a challenge, love.”
All moisture has left your mouth. “Wait a minute, Seonghwa. Think about this. Why are you taking his side when you should be on mine?”
Seonghwa grips his cock at the base, squeezing once before pushing it downwards, towards your mouth. “I’m on my own side.”
Yunho wraps his hand around the sheath of his sword and pops it up slightly with his thumb. “Time for you to suck Seonghwa off like his cock is the Fountain of Youth and immortality is just a swallow away, love.”
Seonghwa’s cockhead barely touches your lips before you’re descending down his length. Seonghwa moans loudly, his head falling back on Yunho’s shoulder. You bob up and down Seonghwa. The urge to make him come so that you can drink him down is all-consuming. Surely if you drank enough, you’d live forever, right?
Yunho releases Seonghwa and moves around you two once again. It’s like he’s a sculptor admiring the statue he’s carved up. “What else are we missing, hmmm? There are too many clothes, I think.” The sword drops back into his sheath and then is propped up once again. “Time to remove your top, love. Let’s see those sweet tits you’re hiding under the blouse and vest.”
Your fingers deftly undo the buttons to your vest and pull at the ties of your shirt to loosen it up. You’ve stopped moving up and down on Seonghwa’s length but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your mouth. His cockhead hits the soft inside of your cheek and he is almost feral for the feeling. You push your top off your shoulders and your shirt sinks down to your waist.
“Nothing prettier than a woman on her knees, taking you in her mouth, while her breasts sway in rhythm, right friend?”
“She feels so…good,” Seonghwa groans.
“Fuck that mouth,” Yunho purrs, his eyes watching as Seonghwa’s length continues to disappear into your lips. “That’s it.” The pirate sweeps off his hat and begins to remove his embroidered jacket. “You’re both getting me riled up. Exactly what I want.”
“I’m gonna--!” Seonghwa shoves harsher into your mouth, but suddenly Yunho’s sword whips out.
“Ah ah ah! You can’t come until I tell you that you can.”
Seonghwa pants, his eyes rolling wildly. “Oh, sweet seven seas, this is torture. It feels like I’m going to come, but I’m unable to!”
Yunho chuckles. “I can’t have you having a party before I can join.” Next, Yunho points his sword at you. “Lay on that beautiful chaise lounge over there, love. On your back, mind you. And take the rest of your clothes off as well. You’re much too overdressed for what I want right now.”
Your body has a mind of its own as it does exactly as Yunho commands. Despite your frustrated groan, you arrive at the chaise lounge on top of a pile of coins, and you lean against it to take off your pants, shedding the shirt as well. You were as naked as the day you were born as you laid out on the soft velvet of the furniture.
Yunho cast a companionable arm around Seonghwa’s shoulder. “Now there’s a treasure, friend. Shall we plunder it?”
Seonghwa’s head turns to see the hand on his shoulder, and then he turns the other way to meet Yunho’s eyes. “Can I have her mouth again?”
Yunho casts his head back in a belly laugh. “Aye, and you can come as well. But not until I do. Not that you can fight it regardless, but I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the best part, would I?”
Seonghwa nods resolutely. He stumbles on a few coins on his way to you on the chaise lounge, but he makes his way regardless. “It never had to be this way,” he whispers. “We could have kept each other warm during the nights on the Ghost, if only you had let your pride get out of the way.”
“It doesn’t have to be this way right now, if only you’d let your own ego go,” you counter.
Seonghwa shakes his head, leaning over you, already angling his cock for your mouth. “You wanted this whether the magic helps you or not, he said. You’re the fool, despite naming me one.”
Yunho kneels between your legs, lowering his pants and muttering to himself. His sword is still at his hip, ready for the next order. A long finger swipes through your slit, finding you wet. “And here I was thinking I’d have to give you another command.”
You make a noise of protest, for that’s all you can manage with your mouth full of Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa’s hips pump but his eyes are on the finger that is covered in your wetness.
“Ah, what the nine hells, you should have the first taste, friend.” Yunho pushes his finger past Seonghwa’s plump lips and Seonghwa moans.
Your noises of protest quickly evolve into one of pleasure because Yunho slips into your wetness without resistance. “I would have thought that you were holding back because you were a virgin, but as it turns out, you’re a well-used pirate,” Yunho muses out loud.
Seonghwa pops off Yunho’s finger and makes a face of discontent. “She’ll fuck the prettiest man-whores at the brotherl but she won’t take comfort in any of her crewmates.”
“Not any more,” Yunho says confidently. “I’ll take you two onto my crew. How does that sound, friend? A new ship, a generous captain, and the hole you’ve been lusting over.”
Seonghwa’s palm slaps against Yunho’s in a quick promise. “Deal.”
You’ve got no thoughts in your head except for the two cocks that are fucking you. You want to hold onto your rage, your pride, but it slowly is overcome with the pleasure you’re feeling. Yunho’s got your legs bent up against your chest, as he fucks into your cunt. Seonghwa’s hands are on the back of your head, holding you in place so he can fuck himself into your mouth. With the new angle, your voice begins a high crescendo.
“Coming already? Am I hitting that good spot inside of you, love?” Yunho teases. Seonghwa’s own voice becomes a higher octave as well, and Yunho smirks. “You too? Well, who am I to deny my two new crewmates a good time?”
Yunho braces forward, a necklace of a metal feather swinging in front of your face. He works himself in and out of you, determined to come first. It doesn’t take long, with your cunt clenching around him. Yunho lets out a long, drawn out groan as he fills you. His hand finds the hilt of his sword, snapping it out of its sheath and commands you and Seonghwa to come. You cry out together, as if in harmony, finding your pleasure because of both of Yunho’s swords.
The cave is full of the three of you coming down from all the pleasure to be plundered in the cave full of treasure. Yunho pulls out of your sopping hole to admire his handiwork drip out of you while Seonghwa’s seed leaves your mouth unbiddingly as you catch your breath.
“There, was that so hard?” Yunho prompts.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and whistle in annoyance. You suddenly find the two daggers that you had been admiring and thrown at Yunho, magically appearing in your hands.
Seonghwa’s eyes widen and he slowly backs away. “That’s not good.”
Yunho cocks his head. “Didn’t see that coming. Now, love, be good and never use those on the two cocks that just gave you a climax.”
“Only one did,” You correct Yunho. Your eyes narrow down at Seonghwa in anger and his cock twitches in response.
Yunho’s belly laugh is back. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun.”
Master List ~ Day One: Yeosang {Knotting} ~ Day Three: Jongho {Temperature Play}
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