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‘can you just stay focused for one more aisle? we’re almost done.’ he chides, trying to steer you away from the fancy chocolates. they’re expensive, and he has trouble saying ‘no’ to you. you make a case for salted caramel chocolate balls and as usual, jaehyun concedes, adding them to the cart.

as you go back to the car, he’s nearing the end of his patience. you’d talked his ear off while he was trying to check out, distracting him while he was trying to pay. once he finishes loading the grocery bags into the trunk, he turns to you, cutting you off from yet another tangential story about something that happened at work.

‘come here,’ jaehyun says, pulling you towards the back passenger side door and pushing you inside. he doesn’t need to use much force since you comply easily, giggling as you tumble onto the backseat beneath him. he quickly undoes his pants and pulls out his semi-erect length, watching your eyes light up in response.

‘keep your mouth open for me, like you love to do,’ jaehyun teases and you prop yourself up on your elbows, leaning towards him with your tongue sticking out. he slaps his cockhead against your cheek before easing himself into your mouth, inch by inch. ‘that’s it, you can take it’. he praises, cradling your head as he hovers over you. he rocks his hips forth slowly, letting you get used to the size of him stretching your lips before he increases his pace. he presses gently on the back of your skull to urge you to take him deeper, revelling in the way your eyelids flutter as you gag around his girth.

‘good girl, this is what you needed, isn’t it?’

sungho [cw: strict dom sungho, alcohol mention, reader is tipsy, orgasm denial, daddy kink, princess, baby, angel]

sungho checks his phone again, anxiety welling in the pit of his stomach as his screen still shows zero notifications from you. it’s 20 minutes past the time you said you’d be home, and he doesn’t want to be seen as overbearing, but he’s growing worried for your safety. he decides to try calling you. after the first ring, his heart leaps into his throat, hearing the front door click and swing open.

‘are you okay? what happened?’ sungho asks, his brows furrowed in concern as he approaches you in the front hall. your cheeks are a little flush, presumably from having had a couple of drinks with your friends. you’re also a little embarrassment about disappointing your boyfriend. you apologize for not keeping him updated, you lost track of time while you were out.

sungho isn’t exactly satisfied with your excuse, picking you up and putting you over his shoulder to bring you to the bedroom. he flops you down on your back with a little less grace than he usually does. he crawls over top of you, his gaze raking over you as he tries to gauge your level of intoxication and your remorse.

‘how do you think i felt waiting for you?’ sungho questions rhetorically, his voice coming out in a low growl. he pushes the hem of your dress up your thighs with one hand while the other splays over your covered mound. gently, he rubs you over your panties, lips curling into a smirk at the sight of your eyes rolling back.

‘we set these boundaries for a reason, it’s for your own safety, princess.’ he tries to explain to you, but you’re not listening. you buck your hips up to meet his palm, riding his hand in a lustful haze. just as you near your peak, sungho pulls his hand away from your clenching core, choosing to grip your hip instead. he pins you in place as you squirm with need, whimpering about how ‘mean’ he is for leaving you hanging like that. it’s really not like him.

he melts at the sight, your eyes glossed over as your lips part in a series of pretty pleas. ‘take off your panties, baby, i’ll take care of you.’ sungho coos and you can’t get your underwear off fast enough, the fabric tangling around your ankles.

‘daddy’s sorry, i just worry about you, angel. you’re my everything.’

riwoo [cw: hard dom riwoo, fingering, overstimulation, degradation, dirty talk, praise].

riwoo was the one who suggested watching this particular movie. you both knew that explicit scenes were expected and that was sort of the point of watching it together tonight. you lay in riwoo’s lap, his arms around you as you rest your back against his chest. you have to turn your head slightly to see the screen but it’s not uncomfortable. you love being close to him like this.

as the film gets a little steamier, you shift slightly in his lap while watching the scenes unfold. you giggle softly before making an offhand comment about how you wish you could orgasm like that. riwoo doesn’t articulate a response at first, prompting you to crane your head back to peek at his expression. he’s frowning slightly as he meets your eyes.

‘what do you mean by that?’ he asks, and your heart sinks, realizing you’ve hurt his feelings. you explain it’s not his fault, you just have trouble ‘letting go’ sometimes. it can be difficult to climax with a partner for some people.

‘maybe you just need more practice,’ riwoo says, his face turning stoic. his hand slides down the plane of your torso before dipping below the waistband of your sweatpants. his fingers caress your soft folds, pushing your panties to the side with practiced ease. he plunges two fingers into your cunt at once, spreading them to scissor your walls apart. you gasp, back arching suddenly at the intrusion. ‘you’re clearly motivated.’ riwoo teases, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

he makes you cum once on his fingers, then twice. all the while, he coos a combination of sweet praises and filthy whispers to you, telling you that you’re so good for taking everything he’s giving you, then teasing you for still being able to give him more. at the crest of your third orgasm, you cry out, vision blurring as you come undone in his lap. his own breath hitches as he rubs the pads of his fingers along your velvety walls, coaxing the last drops of your release from you.

‘how was that one? let’s go once more and then you can compare…’

taesan [cw: dry humping, false submission, babe, adorable].

normally, you and your boyfriend don’t argue with each other. you disagree, but it never turns into anything more. for whatever reason, this time was different. you’ve been holed up in the bedroom for the last 45 minutes, ignoring taesan texting you from the living room. ‘i’m sorry, babe’ and ‘can i come in and talk to you’. you turned your read receipts on specifically so he knows you’re giving him the silent treatment.

after long enough, taesan knocks on the door to your shared bedroom. when you don’t answer, he pushes it open, taking a look at you sitting on the bed with your phone in your hands. ‘why are you ignoring me?’ he asks, his voice sounding a little whiney even though his eyes are narrowed and he appears frustrated as he approaches the bed. he sits down beside you and when you still don’t give him an answer, he reaches out to give your arm a gentle shove. ‘what’s wrong with you?’ he asks, his tone a little more playful now.

in the heat of the moment, you toss your phone to the side and put your hands on taesan’s shoulders. you apply enough pressure to push him down onto his back, though you have your suspicions he’s giving in to you. you climb on top of him, straddling his waist as you push his shirt up to his chest. you mumble something about how ‘annoying’ he is when he acts like he knows what’s best for you. your boyfriend just laughs softly, lifting his arms to let you help him out of his shirt.

‘you want to play? go ahead, if it’ll make you less mad at me, i’ll do whatever you want.’ taesan says, yielding to your uncharacteristic dominance. the smile on his face is still smug and it makes you want to wipe it from his mouth. you lean down, pressing your lips against his in a firm kiss as you roll your hips against his pelvis. you rock against him for a moment, your hands pinning his arms down as you grind yourself against him. you can feel him stirring beneath you, breathless moans escaping him.

suddenly, you’re being flipped over onto your back. you let out a soft huff as taesan pins your wrists next to your head, lowering his weight on top of you.

‘you’re adorable, but i don’t forgive you yet.’

leehan [cw: solo masturbation, choking, impact play, sweetheart, good girl].

you didn’t expect your boyfriend to get as upset as he did. you had innocently accepted a compliment from a cashier, gave a soft giggle and told them ‘thank you’. it was harmless, and you know leehan knew that too, but he loves any excuse to tease you.

you’re sat on your knees on the bed, watching him unbuckle his belt and drop his pants to his knees. leehan exposes his throbbing erection, wrapping his fingers around the base as he approaches you. your lips part instinctively, breathing growing shallow at the sight of him pumping his length. he leans towards you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. as your mouths move against each other, he groans softly with pleasure. you reach out, wanting to give him some assistance but he gently swats your hand away. your cheeks turn red, looking up at him with confusion.

‘you don’t get to touch,’ leehan smirks, amusement clear on his face. you pout, stifling your own grin. you whine lightheartedly ‘why not’, and he carefully reaches for your throat, grasping either side of your neck and pressing down lightly. you gasp, thighs clenching together as your arousal surges.

‘this is your punishment, sweetheart. you think you can get away with flirting in front of me like that?’ leehan mocks, albeit playfully. you barely remember the interaction, but it comes to you, rolling your eyes even though his grip on your neck tightens. you moan, babbling about how ‘sorry’ you are. you try to reach for his cock again but get your wrist slapped away harder this time.

‘be a good girl, and maybe i’ll finish in your mouth.’