#domme reader

Kevin knows better than to wear a robe to bed, because he knows that you’re going to molest him. You've been playing around with the risk of getting him pregnant, and with his ovulation period rolling around. . .

He's been pushing it even more. The little extra padding on his hips that he got from your extended honey moon drove you fucking nuts for weeks. Thank god you didn't decide to bring any work to bed, because it wouldn't have gotten done.

Like a fool, you indulged in his small joy and filled a section of his side on the closet with a selection of robes.

You shuffled into the room, tucking the bottom of your muscle shirt into your shorts. He sat up against the headboard, one leg crossed over the other. His fuzzy red robe rolled up past his mid thigh. The faint yellow glow of the bedside lamp was enough for you to see a bit of his unclothed pussy, it almost made you growl out of frustration.

You were starting to feel foolish, calculating how long you'd end up sleeping if you fucked him how you wanted. You took a silent breath inward, releasing it through your mouth as you crossed the room to reach your favorite side of the bed.

Quick. Something to keep your brain in order... Checking the news would kill it fast.

You almost didn't realize that he was flipping through a book in his lap. You stopped at the edge of the bed, gathering your hair with both hands, rolling it up and pinning it to the back of your head with one hand.

You reached for your phone on the corner of the table, stopping short when his hand flashed in your vision. You looked up to a playful smile on his face, holding your phone over his head as he puckered his lips for a kiss.

"My god.." You chuckled, shaking your head. You crawled onto the bed and cupped his cheeks before slotting your lips against his. You kissed him about 3 times before you were satisfied, plopping down on your side.

That was dangerous, because he knew that you definitely wanted more than that. He set your phone in your hands with a smile, returning to the book in his lap. You resolved to yourself that you could cuddle with him at least. You scoot over, rolling onto your stomach and wriggle your head under his arms.

"Hm?" He glances down, kissing you before returning to his book. He was trying just as hard not to beg you to strip down and have your way with him. You threw a leg over his lap, inserting yourself completely between his legs. You reach up, gently pulling the hair tie keeping his hair in its messy top knot. "Don't mind me."

You card your fingers through his hair, fixing it and brushing it behind his ears. You decided completely that reading the news was off of the table now. You carefully reach to the side and set your phone on the bedside table.

You finger over the panels of his robe, slipping a hand in the right side, rubbing the rough pad of your thumb over his nipple. You went straight in with the other, kissing over his soft breast flesh. He sighs, resting the book against your shoulders.

"Just keep reading, baby."

He rose the book halfheartedly, his lids hung low. Kevin curses when you roll his nipple between your teeth, sucking it completely into your mouth.

"You're so fucking sexy." You growled, almost out of frustration as you wriggled down his chest and in between his thighs. You wondered what it'd be like to pop in on him at work and eat his pussy under his desk. Your head shoved under his pencil skirt, him feeling too drunk to even pretend to enter grades. "You have no idea what you do to me."

He whimpered, the book wobbling in his hands.

"Want me to put a baby in you this time?"

You pushed a bit of his robe up his thighs before you slipped your head under it. His back tenses with a shiver, your hot breath is already blowing over his cunt. He must have been wet before you came in, he already smelled so heady and earthy. You slid your hands under his legs, cupping the backs of his knees, lifting them to open up more of his pussy for you. The tip of your nose presses against his inner thigh as you lapped across his puffy outer lips, inward.

"Try not to squirm," You reminded him gently as you wrapped an arm around his right thigh and went in. You wouldn’t mind him smothering you with his thighs, but he wouldn’t exactly be able to see if you were suffocating from under his robe.

A bit awkwardly, you slip your hand in and push back some of his mound to push out more of his fleshy little folds. You flick your tongue in between them as you stroke your thumb over his clit. He threw his head back, whining something sweet. He was smart enough to dog ear the page he stopped on, he probably wouldn't be getting back to it until tomorrow.

You didn't wanna let him get used to it, digging the crook of your thumb against his spongy little love button. You curved your tongue through his folds, not quite pushing him open yet.

"Ooh!" He mewled, slipping a hand under a panel in his robe to tug at his nipples.

You reared back, spitting at the hood of his clit. He hissed through his teeth, his voice breaking in a moan as you crane your neck to drag the tip of your tongue around it.

Your resolve is lost when he squeaks your name. It was like the day you tried those mints on his birthday. You slobbered on his cunt for hours, your tongue was fucking buzzing and your brain was sparking as drool seemed to flow endlessly from your mouth.

You wrapped your wet lips around his clit, sucking harshly as you slipped your fingers under your chin. His thighs were practically squeezing around your ears when you squeezed your fingers inside him.

"Fuck.." You rasped under your breath, you couldn't stop humping the mattress like some sort of dog. You retract your fingers, slathering them over your tongue before moving to sit back on your haunches. You grabbed a handful of your shirt, bunching it around your waist as you dug in your shorts. His face was flushed and his eyes were glassy. Poor baby, he must have been so close.

You shove the shorts down to your knees, laying back up against his chest. You didn't have it in you to tease him anymore. You already had a fat bead of precum trailing its way over the tip of your dick.

Kevin wraps his arms around your shoulders, kissing you and sucking on your tongue eagerly. You drag your heavy shaft over his pussy lips, pushing into him.

You plant your hands at his sides, slowly rolling your hips in until I reach the hilt. This is where you could actually lose control, he loved it when you used him like a fleshy cocksleeve. You grunted, rearing back before bucking your hips against his. He gasped, gripping the back of your shirt as he bounced against the headboard.

"Ugh, I’m gonna fucking cum" he whined into your ear, raising his legs to wrap them around your hips. You almost chuckled at how he trapped you in, he knew you weren't going anywhere. You rest your forehead on the center of his chest, pistoning into him.

“Oh my god!" He squealed, throwing his head back. You panted, reaching up clumsily to pull apart the loose knot holding his robe together. You flattened your tongue, dragging it over his blushed nipple, tawny like the skin of a peach. His moans shook at the force you pounded into him. Kevin screwed his eyes shut, raising his hips to roll back against you. He shook all over the first time you fucked him like this, he could barely take you before.

"This shit is always talking back to me, nasty as fuck." You purred, releasing his nipple with a pop before moving to the other. He responded with a high pitched moan, tremors running through his thighs. It was true, his cunt always got so gushy when you fucked him open. You wanted to feel his cunny spasm when he came, so you reared back and went harder. Your forehead was getting sweaty, he was always so warm.

"Fuck, I want you to cream around this dick." You moved your grip to his hips and pulled him to meet each of your thrusts. Your skin smarts against each other as he screams. You pulled away from his nipple, licking your lips as you set him back down against the bed before slipping a hand between you to reach his cunt. He shouts again when your fingers brush against his clit, choking on his breath when you dug your fingers into it.

You pulled out to the tip, gasping in delight when a little bit of liquid followed. "Did you squirt for me? Wow, honey." You cooed at him, easing your way back in. He rests a trembling hand on your wrist, not particularly pushing it away but asking you to slow down. You obliged, seeing him ruined like this was enough for you to cum anyway. You rolled into him slowly, leaning up to press a few soft kisses to his mouth. He hardly had control of his breath.

He was still throbbing around you, it was driving you fucking crazy. You chase a few deep rolls inside him before the feeling crawls up the length of your body, cumming with the breath punched out of your gut. Your heart flutters from the sight of his endeared smile as your cock jumps inside of him.

Jimin rides you while you're on your back, hard and fast because he's greedy. It makes him feel shy but he feels so sexy when you stare at him like you want to eat him up. He likes having control but he needs to feel your hands on his hips, grounding him. It sends his heart aflutter because you could take over at any moment and fuck into him, making him moan and bounce around uselessly, while his tummy quivers pathetically.

Yoongi rides you while you're on your back, but he's going nice and slow. He has his hands gently pressed onto your chest or stomach for leverage. He has a really pretty arch in his back. He's doing that thing again. The thing where he looks at you with those big pretty eyes, the tip of his tongue lazily resting over the corner of his mouth, moaning in a breathy way. He doesn't have to ask because you know, grabbing his hips every once in a while and grinding in the slow, deep way that makes him throw his head back and his toes curl.

Taehyung is in the mating press, he squeezes his legs around your hips and his arms around your shoulders in a way that's so impossibly tight. He's greedy for you to piston back in and wants so desperately to touch you. You can feel his hip abductors trembling because he's falling apart. He’s calling for you constantly, wishing you could be even closer to each other.

You fuck Hobi on his back, cupping the back of his knees with your hands, pressing them up toward his chest. He thrashes his head around because you've restricted his squirming to fisting the sheets. Your thighs clap against the back of his, your pace is unpredictable as hell. You get so fucking deep inside of him when he's on his back like this. After so long his pussy starts talking back, wet and noisy because he's creaming nonstop.

Jin is lying on his side at a slight angle, his leg is thrown over your shoulder and the other rests on the sheets, you grip the upper and lower portion of his thigh respectively. Your knees dig into the mattress as you pound into him. His bony fingers are pale from how he holds onto the fitted sheets and pillow for dear life, his whole frame is bouncing. He's singing for you so loudly. His voice rises in pitch when you start fumbling with his clit, reaching a harsh rhythm. He croaks for you to stop when his thighs and hips begin to tremble violently, his squirt dribbling around the sides of your dick.

Joon loves to ride you in cowgirl because he can see all of you and touch as much of you as possible. Your face is buried between his tits when his head lolls back, his cream caking up around your base. You plant your hands on his ass, spreading his dumpy cheeks and plant your feet against the bed to fuck him harder. His pleas are chanting, but you know he doesn't want you to stop. He knows he shouldn't play around with getting pregnant, but his head is too far gone for him to remember if he took the pill this morning. All he knew then, is that he wouldn't mind having your kid.

You all but crashed out of bed this morning, landing on your hands and knees with a muted thump. You would’ve patted yourself on the back for even managing to strip and change your clothes for bed last night, but you felt like you were still drunk.

You should have regretted everything that happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You plant your palms on the floor, rocking yourself forward and will yourself to start crawling. You knock your yoga mat away from your bags, watching the little purple tube bounce until it goes still.

You slap your hand over it, messily swatting it open. You crawl over it with a sigh and position yourself over the mat. It should have been a bad memory.

_

The table was 3 rounds of shots in before the waitress kindly reminded you that bottomless mimosas were only 5 dollars. Eyebrows rose around in a wave, sharing a devilish look of agreement. It was vacation, wasn’t it?

Something crazy began to leak out of your ears when you decided to cash in.

Namjoon was the first to throw himself to his feet, climb on the booth and begin dancing. Jimin whoops to the beat in encouragement, clumsily scrambling up on his chair to join his hyung.

Yoongi gets this strange look in his eye, dumping himself over Hoseok’s shoulder. They howled in laughter until Yoongi was crying. Actually crying.

What pleasantly surprised you the most is when Yoongi kneeled on the booth, facing away from the other side of the table, and began to shake his ass in a way that you wouldn’t have expected from him.

Jungkook’s faith was tested today, usually as the one who finishes everyone else's food, he decided to polish off the rest of everyone’s glasses.

Your sight of the world is stilted, moving in colored frames. You hear the noise of a bit of crashing and chair shifting, turning to see Jin. His sandals slap noisily against the floor as he barrels onto the dance floor, into the middle of the crowd.

Taehyung is bouncing up and down in his seat, shouting adlibs to the sound, pumping his hand in the air. You allow your head to fall forward, shoulders bouncing with a slow bout of laughter that makes your whole body bounce.

_

You slide your hands backward until they reach your knees, flipping your palms. You take a slow breath in, resting your forehead against the floor. You feel a dancing in your spine, your body so desperately wants to sway to sound that is not heard. The spirits must dance amongst themselves, you must return to yourself, to the terran world.

_

The same translucent lasso wraps around your arms and squeezes them to your sides. A burning call. You’re apt to rise when you’re full of this feeling, the pull is something indescribable. It crawls from the soles of your feet, causing them to tap. It races through you, your shoulders are swaying like a pendulum.

Deny yourself, you will not. You flew, tripping over the flat of the ground and blitz into the crowd to dance.

_

You breathe out slowly, flipping your palms and walking them forward. Your torso follows until your hips carefully nestle on the mat. Like sizzling wisps of smoke, the tightness knotted in you began to dissipate. You stretch your shoulders backward, gentle snaps and pops bursting in the air due to the tension knotted into your limbs like loops pulled too tight.

_

You’re screaming to every second beat, the world below is more than a reach away. Your legs are swinging through the gap between Namjoon and Jungkook’s shoulders. It feels as if the whole building is bouncing with you, your sanity went back to the home to rest.

_

You tilt your hips forward, leaning your weight onto the balls of your feet before rising into downward dog. Your lower back clicks, a rattling groan of relief shivers its way out of your mouth. You were finally beginning to feel your clothes against your body.

Your cock hangs limply out of one of the leg holes of your tiny shorts, scrunched up to your inner thighs. Your breasts sway gently, peering their way through the large holes of your oversized tank top. There was no reason that you wore that thing to bed, you usually woke up with a breast hanging out somehow.

_

It was a wonder you weren’t kicked out. You had no idea who paid for dinner, the amount would feel exorbitant. Nonetheless, a vacation should be indulgent.

Despite everyone being so ridiculously inebriated, you managed to concur that taking a taxi would be more trouble than it was worth since nobody was sober enough.

The villa was only a few blocks away anyway.

You hardly made it two block away from the place before everything seemed to fall into itself. Jimin dumped himself on the curb to take off his shoes even though he was only wearing sandals. Jungkook tripped his way over to the trash can on the corner as quickly as he could for someone who was plastered.

He grips handfuls of his shirt to hold it out of the way, even when drunk he was still meticulous. He retches weakly.

Risotto wasn’t nearly was beautiful or decadent when it came back out. Twenty-plus dollars directly into the bin on the city street. He gags so forcefully that he misses for a split second, a bit of cream colored mush dripping over the side before wetly splashing over the rest of the discarded garbage inside.

“Oh gawd- let’s go get him something.” Hoseok misses at patting your shoulder, but grabs your hand to drag you across the empty street to the convenience store on the other side.

You tried to straighten up when the cooler air washes over you, but your eyes were still very bleary. You stop by the baked goods and grab him a delicious yeasty smelling twisted donut and a ginger ale.

Hoseok stumbles up to the counter beside you, plopping a few bags of chips on it. “The salt will settle his tummy,” he explains quickly.

You give him a goofy smile, shaking your head and hand the cashier a little over exact change in cash. You gently push their hand away when they offer back the remaining coins, scooping up your items and head on your way.

You return across the street to Jimin struggling to stay awake from where he sat on the curb, Yoongi and Taehyung quietly hugging, Jin staring into the void of stars, and Namjoon showering kisses over Jungkook’s forehead.

“My poor Googoo,” he wails dramatically. Jungkook puckers his lips, prompting a raspy shriek from the older as he stumbles away. Jungkook chuckles, spreading his arms wide in request of an embrace.

You cringe, holding out the donut and drink with an awkward smile. It wasn’t as if he reeked of vomit, you just preferred for him to settle his stomach first.

“Googieeee~!” Hoseok shrieks, nearly tripping over the curb before hugging the younger man.

“Thank you Noona.” Jungkook pouts from over Hoseok’s shoulder, clumsily taking the items from your hand.

_

You turn your torso to the side, shifting your left foot forward into a lunge. You raise your arm with a slow breath inward, shifting your weight accordingly.

Jin was beautiful even when he snored all night, he was propped against the pillows like Snow White in her glass case. He’d opened his eyes quite a bit ago, silently watching you stretch yourself out.

“You look really tempting when you do that, babe.” He rasps.

Your impenetrable focus is shattered, causing you to cover your face with an incredulous laugh. “Before breakfast?”

“Hell yeah before breakfast, I don’t just wanna look, I wanna touch. Come here.”

“You’re still drunk too, huh?”

“There are a lot of times that I’m insatiable, but I want it right now.”

His assertiveness always sends a funny little churn through your belly.

You slowly shift the weight of your body onto your feet and stand. Not as heavy or dizzy as before, but a different tingling began to set inside of you. Your glance down, reaching to unfurl your shorts.

“Uh-uh, leave them like that.” He gives you a smile that’s absolutely devilish, shoving the sheets away from his lap. “Come to mama.”

It dawns on you as you approach the bed that he must’ve snatched up your shirt to sleep. It rode up his belly just a little, leading way to his light blue slip.

You plant your hands on the mattress, crawling in between his thighs. He leans forward, placing his hands on your hips and gently rubbing your sides. You cup his face, gently combing through his messy black tufts with your fingers.

His eyes scrunch up with a giddy chuckle, his neck was still flushed. Not quite as much as dark juice that leaks from berries gnashed between teeth. But rather the breath of age that colored ripened flesh of fruit from taught and pale shells surrounding infant seeds.

You imagined him as your first cabernet.

You were home alone. There was never any alcohol in the cabinets, not within your reach. However there was one bottle that sat on the highest shelf that’d begun to haunt your mind.

You thought about him day and night, wondering if you should be so daring as to wrap your fingers around the cork and pluck it out.

The bottle was dark, not so much as black, but an impenetrable brown of iodine or creamless coffee.

You stood in the pantry, door closed behind you as if there would be a soul to see. You rise with the aid of a little black stool, carefully grabbing the ruby red scarf wrapped around the bottle’s neck.

The pop of the remaining forth of the cork causes your breathing to break away. Dare it be said this noise was foreign, not yet attributed to merriment and celebration for you.

You raise the bottle to your lips and pour it in. The mouth feel is heavier than water, nothing unsettling.

Your tongue begins to glitter in a way you cannot determine if it’s unpleasant or lovely. Effervescence. Armoracia assaults your tongue, strangling with a fruitiness.

Your brows furrow, trampled all is with acridity. Your throat seems to close, denying entry to such drink, warming the back of your nostrils. With a thick noise, you manage to swallow it. A strange trail of fire roasts a trail over the back of your esophagus before heating the pool of your stomach.

Your adolescent tongue was unable to accord with this experience. Turned away, you squeeze the cork back in the bottle and return it to where it rest before and exit the pantry.

He, before you, a taste of wine that prompted you to have another sip. You couldn’t help but polish him off over and over again. His well never ran dry.

You kiss him with a soft hum. You imagine the taste of mature grapes. His lips push against yours hungrily, flexing and relaxing like the yielding of fruit under your teeth.

From the spring, you made him feel refreshed and clear. God himself ran your droplets from the glacier and straight into his cup.

He drank from many places, many streams. You were of the first, the only to cleanse and wash his palate.

Your depth, your minerals, mellowed his harshness, his sting. No longer rousing spirits, he bestows joy amongst all.

Your hand slips from his hair, landing gently on his shoulder. Your fingertips roll into the thick of his shoulder, squeezing it as he slips his tongue through your lips.

He reaches up the leg of your shorts, wrapping his hand around your warm shaft. He’s priming you to fuck him, to use him like some breeding buck.

He jerks his hand slowly but firmly. You groan into his mouth, nearly squirming at the sensation of your foreskin rolling and stretching over the tip of your cock.

Your hand drops from his shoulder, fingers dipping their way under his panties. His croon tingles the seam of your mouth as you slip your fingers in between his outer lips and spread them apart.

It was as if he shocked you, you pull from his lips with a wet smack to catch your breath. He always made you feel so crazy. Jin smiles, slowly thumbing at your tip.

The tip of your tongue heavily slips from your gums to sweep away the deeper notes on your bottom lip.

He hesitates not to drink of your spring, leaning in and draws your tongue between his mouth with a greedy swallow. Flushing and blooming, your belly burns just as your first taste did.

His lengthy fingers slip under your night shirt, curling around the heft of your breast. He releases your mouth with a full sigh of satisfaction.

You lift your fingers to your mouth, sweeping away his pussy juice with your tongue. You hum from the pit of your gut, you could taste the fruit of the land already. The musky aroma of papaya and melon, added tang of pineapple, the earthy, milkiness of coconut.

“I wanna do it raw,” he breathes as his knuckles gently close around and twist your nipple. You glance up at him, slipping your slick fingers out of your mouth and dig them back under the hem of his undergarments.

You never did it with condoms anyway, but he never failed to grasp his chance to set your blood asunder. You drag the tips of your fingers over his inner lips, stretching and spreading them. You drag your middle finger along the seam of his petals, swirling it around his hole and gently digging it against his clit.

He hisses, rolling his hips in hopes you’d give him more.

“Did you hear me?”

He releases his grip on your breast, cupping your chin and guiding you to meet his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me raw, that means I want you to cum inside of me.” His following moan is a beautiful titter as he drags the thick of his tongue over your lips, kissing you noisily. He releases the grip of your cock, wiggling forward to lay back against the bed.

He was only ever so demanding when he was itching for you to make a mess of him. As he moves to make simple work of his panties, you take note to do the same and rid yourself of your own bottoms.

You wiggle off of the bed, wiggling your shorts down to your ankles.

“You’re so bossy today. You’re gonna need to slobber on it first, Jinnie.”

His heart seizes, bursting into a shower of pretty pink butterflies. His cunt flutters immediately at the sonority that coats your voice in viscous amber.

He quickly walks his hands forward, shifting toward the end of the bed and rolling onto his tummy. He needlessly pretties himself for you, combing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes are positively twinkling as he rests his chin on the mattress.

“It’d be quite the inconvenience if one of the others were to come in and see me cramming my dick into your mouth,” you click your tongue. You place your hand on his head, lovingly stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Maybe I should use this mouth more often, it’s much quieter.”

He furrows his brows, inhaling quickly to fix you with a response.

Your resolve crumbles with your face scrunching up in amusement. “Okay! Okay! Don’t say anything, open your mouth.”

He makes a face, cutting his eyes at you as you grab ahold of your shaft and position it at his mouth.

_

“Fuck, fuck.. Turn around, let me see your pussy.” You step backward to free yourself from his mouth, trying to catch your breath.

He licks his swollen, slobbery lips with a smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Jin turns slowly, propping himself up on his knees. You took an unsteady breath inward to ask about his well being, but when he presented himself, you understood immediately.

His cunt was fully in bloom between his thighs, fatter, puffier. Healthily flushed and glistening, you clap your hand over his ass.

He whines, couldn’t you see the syrupy drips and trails clinging to his inner thighs?

You push his ass up with your palm, admiring how his pussy stretched and trembled. You decidedly slip your thumb just barely in between his lips and swirl your finger through his arousal.

You grip the base of your cock with your other hand and press it up against his hole. The upper half of his body relaxes instantly, slumping against the bed with a croon that sends chills spidering over your heated flesh.

You rock forward gently, pushing your way inside of him. Jin takes to you without hesitation, pulsing and squeezing around you.

“This fucking-” you clap your hand over his ass with more force “-cunt is always so good to me,” you growl.

He mewls when you bottom out, rolling your hips forward to push deeper into him.

You rear back, easily building your pace inside of him. You move your grip to taking tight handfuls of the shirt that rolled up his back, yanking him back against you with each thrust inward.

Each moan of his began long and drawn out like the soft calls of the loon under nightfall. You prop your foot up on the bed frame, planting yourself more firmly to set a stronger pace.

The noise of your skin clapping together began to bounce off of the walls, rocking to bed to which he gripped so dearly.

You allow yourself to fall astray of control, pounding into him with deep, sharp strikes. His moans quickly evolve into frantic wails, his voice catches in his throat each time you drag him away from squirming into the escape.

You cease only for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, to which his forehead drops against the sheets with a muted rustle.

A second was efficient enough, you shift your foot and plant it more firmly before you continue your assault on his poor pussy.

He whines something at you, muffled.

“What was that?” You purr, continuing to jerk your hips shamelessly. Your moans rise and flow from your lips like a steady spring.

He manages to lift his head, thrashing it with a keen when you plunge in just a bit harder than before. It was so hard to speak when you kept knocking the breath out of his lungs. “You’re too deep inside,” he whines, unable to control the moans squeezing through his noisy panting.

“It’s too deep?” You coo, feeling your lips curl in a slight smile when you watch his messy head of black hair bob up and down.

“Roll over so I can play with your pussy,” you slow your relentless thrusts and gently move back until your cock flops wetly out of his hole.

He slumps almost completely when you pull out of him, weakly propping his palms up and laying down. Use of his legs was reasonably impossible as of now, which you quickly noted. “Move back a little,” he scoots himself backward almost pitifully.

If you weren’t almost painfully hard, you’d be more willing to let him take a break. You climb onto the bed and straddle his right thigh, propping the left over your shoulder.

You nudge yourself in between his lips, guiding your shaft until it catches against his sloppy hole. He whimpers, dropping his head back when you push your way in. His pussy accommodates you with an indecent squish.

You wrap your arm around the leg thrown over your shoulder, rocking into him. You peer down at him, his eyes were still glassy from your abuse of his throat. Your breath hitches in your throat as you jerk your hips forward, the clap of your balls against the back of his ass echoes louder.

“I wish you knew what you do to me,” you sigh hotly through teeth clenched. Your molars grind together as you return to pistoning inside of him, mashing your pelvis into his.

He was foolish enough to tilt his hips forward, the entire bed rocks pitifully as a testament to its modern craftsmanship.

Jin was flushed down to his chest, puckered lips flapping with each noisy gasp. He felt so light, he couldn’t tell if he were near fainting.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he yelps. He is barely able to lift his hands and shove his shirt around to play with his nipples.

You gently stretch his mound toward him, stroking your thumb around the spongy flesh near his clit. His shriek catches on the back of his tongue, you feel yourself begin to burn and melt.

Ruby red drips of wax cooling against a marble counter.

You nearly pull out of him on instinct, gripping the base of your dick with an ugly whimper. Your body seizes, rigid as you begin to cum.

You can hardly hear his breath in your ears over the sound of your heartbeat, your own moans are high and shaking.

You pull away from him with a rattling breath, unleashing a few final weak spurts against his folds.

You struggle to regulate your own rhythm, clumsily slipping your fingers in his sloppy cunt to spread your cum around. He whines, swatting at your hand.

“Heh,” your chest bounces weakly, “we were probably so loud.”

“I’m too tired to nag you, but I could’ve died.”

“Oh hush, we need to get ready soon.”

He gives you a crazy look before dropping his head back down and motioning you toward the door. “It’s not like you broke my legs or anything.”

_

“When do we get our turn?” Jimin calls from the dining room with a telling smile.

You stop cold in the entryway of the hall, turning to see the table full of your friends. They erupt in whooping laughter that causes you to continue hurrying on your way to run the bath. None of them should have even been alive at that hour, not with how they were last night.

“Since you had no problem showing everyone else, you probably won’t mind me using them.” You leer smoothly, pinching the tips of his nipples in between the tips of your fingers.

Wonho’s only response was a sharp moan, all you could see was yearning in his big starry eyes.

You sat on his chest, idly rolling your hips forward every once in a while. Your dick rests neatly in the cleft of his pecs, brushing against his cheek with each movement.

It looked almost as if his tits were made perfectly to hold your dick in between them.

“You want daddy’s dick in your mouth, hmm baby?” You coo down at him, giving his nipples a harsh tug, relishing in his shameless whine. His nipples were so sensitive from you toying with them all the time, it only took a bit of play to get him worked up.

Daddy’s cum was a treat, and your baby boy was a real sucker for a treat. He entertained the world by taking off his shirt, flaunting around his little goodies. Wonho knew that it would ruffle your feathers, but he loved when you took it out on him.

When he came home, you pressed him against the door, unamused. “I don’t like to share my food, sweet baby.”

He couldn’t resist the shiver that crawled up his spine when he felt your hand creep under his shirt. “Daddy,” he breathes the title with reverence.

He bends to your will without question, leaning into your form when you sweep in to kiss him. You’d long thought about your plans before he arrived, slotting your lips against his.

Wonho obediently opens his mouth, allowing you to flit your tongue into his mouth. Your chest rumbles with pleasure as you press a hand against the part of his chest that was bare.

Even if a shirt was made to contain his pecs, he was never shy to wear it halfway undone. He made a noise in the back of his throat as your fingers graze the tip of his nipple. You knew exactly what it did to him, you were no stranger to this part of his body.

You squeeze the bud in between the length of your fingers, swallowing his breathy whine. He almost breathes a sigh of relief when you remove your hand, focusing on undoing the rest of his buttons for a moment.

Parting your lips, you trail wet kisses along his jaw and neck. His breath hitches as you near his collarbone, you were headed towards your favorite part of his body.

Wonho didn’t bother to stifle his groan when you wrap your lips around his right nipple, sucking harshly.

His hole twitches shamelessly, reminding him that you especially loved to play with his tits while he rode you.

He tries to resist the urge to squirm when you bite down, a shaking moan leaving lips. You smeared his mouth with your spit and his lip gloss, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Licks of heat tickle his belly with pleasure as you scrub your tongue over the tip of his nipple, you weren’t satisfied until they were puffy and swollen.

Moving to the over side, you gaze up into his dark, glassy eyes before taking it into your mouth. Before he could forget the complete control that you had over his pleasure, your flick your nail over his unoccupied nipple.

A surprised squeal bursts from his lips, sparks of pleasure shooting under his skin.

You squeeze the tip in between your thumb and forefinger, gently twisting it in your grip. His drawn out whines only serve to spur you on further, he finally seemed to be remembering who owned him.

You released the puckered flesh with a soft pop, cupping his chin. “I want you on your back in that bedroom, now.”

Wonho jerked against the palm of his hand, a choked gasp spilling from his lips. Porn was only a side dish to his thoughts. You were on his mind, namely your fat dick. You’ve spoiled him to anyone else, you made him cum again and again.

A few days a week he looked forward to making love to himself like this, but it didn’t feel like it was enough. A breathless whine breezes its way through his mouth as he drags the crook of his thumb over the hood of his clit.

He remembers how your nose brushed over his skin when you ate him out like you didn’t need air. You wrapped your arms around his thighs and held him over your mouth like it was his throne. When his thighs shook while he orgasmed, you stayed right there until you had your fill.

He was sure that he didn’t have anything left in him until you pinned him on his back. Hiking his legs over your shoulders, he wasn’t sure that you’d fit all of the way inside him. Surely enough, you were part of his spiritual awakening.

Wonho felt the stretch in the back of his thighs when you started to fuck him open. His moans were raspy, you didn’t go easy on his throat earlier.

There wasn’t a part of his body that was forgotten on that night, he was a mess of babbled words and drawn out moans. Before his attention was lost in a haze, you snapped him back to reality when you dug your fingertips against his clit.

He felt like he was burning, digging his nails into your back with a shrill cry. Bucking his hips involuntarily, he ground his teeth together as you spanked his raw pussy. Squirting felt like it was all too much and just enough all at once.

You pull out, growling as you jerk a hand over your shaft. You couldn’t believe that you did that to him. Wonho’s thanks were incoherent as he rode it out, shaking like a leaf.

You were unable to catch your breath as you came too, watching a few droplets splatter across his belly. “Fuck.”