waking sang-min up by sucking him off under the covers late at night because youre ovulating and needy, and when he wakes up he makes you ride his thigh as a punishment for waking him up :3
Ha Sang-min x fem!reader
18+ content ahead! Degradation, oral (f. giving), facefucking, thigh riding, ovulation kink, punishment, messy raw sex, no protection, cold aftercare, dom!Sang-min, somnophilia(?)
You couldn’t help yourself.
It started with the ache—low in your belly, sharp and needy. The kind that made your skin feel too hot for your own body. You’d been restless for the past hour, tossing in bed, thighs clenched, nipples brushing against the cotton of your shirt just a little too sensitively. It was your fault for tracking your cycle. For knowing exactly when you were ovulating. For knowing just how badly your body wanted to be fucked and bred.
But Sang-min was asleep.
And you… you were starving for him.
You turned to face him, biting your lip. He looked so peaceful—head tipped back slightly, jaw slack, lips parted just enough to let out those soft, slow exhales. His arm was flung over his face, the covers barely clinging to his waist. His chest rose and fell steadily in the dark, broad and bare, and all you could think about was how warm he’d feel on your tongue.
One taste.
Just one…
Your thighs clenched again. The ache pulsed hot between your legs. You were already soaked through your panties.
You didn’t mean to move so quietly.
You just… slipped down.
Blankets rustled softly as you slid under them, lips parted, breath trembling. You pulled the sheets up over your head like a guilty secret and settled between his legs, heart racing. You paused, listening to the rhythm of his breathing. Still deep. Still sleeping.
You reached for the waistband of his boxers.
Slowly, carefully, you tugged them down until his cock sprang free—half-hard already, twitching against his thigh like it knew exactly what you were here for. You swallowed thickly, lips tingling.
Your mouth watered at the sight of it.
He was perfect. Heavy and flushed, thick enough to stretch your jaw and long enough to make your throat burn. You ran your fingers gently along the shaft, barely ghosting your touch over him, and he twitched.
God.
You leaned in and gave the tip one soft, slow lick. His hips shifted faintly. Still breathing deep.
You licked again—longer this time. A single wet stripe from base to head.
And then, you took him into your mouth.
The first stretch made your throat ache just a little, but fuck, the taste of him—warm, salty, that raw masculine musk—made your whole body throb. You sucked slow, tongue tracing along the underside, pressing into the thick vein you knew would make him twitch. Your hand wrapped around the base, stroking slowly in rhythm.
You bobbed your head, gradually going deeper, until your nose brushed his skin and spit began to slick your chin. The sheets muffled every filthy sound—each wet gag, each sinful slurp. Your mouth was a mess already. But he was getting harder in your throat, inch by inch, and that was all that mattered.
He shifted again, breathing heavier now.
You kept going.
One hand on his thigh, the other squeezing his base, drool slipping from the corner of your lips. You gagged softly around him and he groaned.
His hand twitched. A low, broken grunt escaped his chest.
“...the fuck…”
You froze. Eyes wide.
Then his hand fisted the sheets, yanking them back off your head in one rough motion—and there you were. Caught. On your knees, mouth full of his cock, face flushed and soaked and wrecked from the effort.
He looked down at you with hooded eyes, his voice thick with sleep and disbelief.
“You serious right now?”
You blinked up at him, sucking one last time before pulling off with a wet pop.
“I needed it,” you whispered. “Please… I couldn’t sleep.”
He stared at you for a beat, jaw clenching.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “You woke me up by sucking my dick?”
You nodded.
He laughed.
Low. Mean. Like you were insane.
“God, you’re disgusting.”
You whimpered, crawling further up between his legs, lips trailing back down his shaft. “Please, Sang-min…”
“Uh-uh.” He shoved you off, sitting up slightly with one arm behind him. “You that needy? That desperate for cock you’d wake me up just to gag on it?”
Your face burned, thighs rubbing together. “I’m ovulating…”
“No shit.” He scoffed. “Pussy probably dripping all over my sheets.”
You nodded again. Silent. Embarrassed.
That was when he grabbed you—rough, impatient—dragging you up onto his lap.
“Then get on my thigh.”
Your breath hitched. “W-What?”
“You wanna get off so bad?” he said, voice low and cruel. “Then ride it.”
He yanked you forward by the hips, forcing your soaked panties against the thick muscle of his thigh. You gasped at the friction, instinctively grinding down.
"That’s right,” he murmured, watching you. “Show me how bad you need it.”
You whined, shame burning through you—but you obeyed. You straddled his thigh fully, hands on his shoulders for balance as you started to rock your hips in slow, desperate motions.
He was warm beneath you. Solid. His thigh flexed just right with every tiny shift of muscle, grinding against your clit through your panties with a pressure that made you moan.
You looked up at him—eyes glossy, lip trembling.
And he smirked.
“Look at you. Fucking yourself on my leg like some stupid bitch in heat.”
Your cheeks flushed. You ground harder.
Each motion sent sharp sparks through your core, the pressure just right, the rough cotton dragging over your swollen clit until you were panting into his shoulder.
“You that needy, baby?” he murmured, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back. “Couldn’t wait ‘til morning?”
“I-I needed it,” you sobbed.
“Yeah, I can fuckin’ tell.” His voice was mocking now, watching you like you were nothing. “You were gonna swallow my cum in your sleep and hope I never noticed, weren’t you?”
You nodded.
He dragged your panties to the side, and your bare pussy immediately slicked his thigh, messier than before. His breath hitched when he felt it.
“Jesus. You’re soaking me.”
You moaned, grinding harder now, faster—completely lost in the friction, chasing it like a drug. Your nails dug into his shoulder, forehead pressed to his neck.
"Fucking mess,” he muttered, grabbing your hips to keep you still—then forcing you to rock slower. “Nah, not like that. You do it my way.”
You whimpered at the restraint, but obeyed, hips jerking awkwardly in smaller, tighter circles.
His hand slid up your back, then gripped the back of your neck hard enough to hold you in place. “Moan for me.”
You did. Loud and filthy. You didn’t care.
The slick sounds of your pussy dragging over his thigh filled the room, your inner thighs shining with arousal.
“You’re gonna cum just from this?” he said darkly. “Just from humping me like a fuckin’ mutt?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—”
“Then cum.”
That was it.
You fell apart with a loud, broken cry, grinding frantically as your orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy spasmed against his leg, slick gushing as you rode it out, thighs trembling, body shaking.
You kept humping even as you sobbed from the intensity.
When it was over, your body collapsed against his, breathless and ruined.
And he didn’t hold you.
He shoved you back, wiping your slick off his leg with a disgusted scoff.
“Fucking unbelievable,” he muttered, reaching for a tissue and tossing it at you. “Clean up your mess.”
You blinked at him, still dazed.
“I—”
“Save it,” he snapped. “I’m going back to sleep. You do this again and I’ll leave you on edge for a week.”
You flinched.
He turned away from you, rolling over like nothing happened.
No kiss. No praise. No comfort.
Just you, aching and raw and used, staring at the wet stain on his thigh and the cum-slicked sheets beneath you.
You swallowed hard and reached for the tissue, throat tight.
evil horny man
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