Mingi's naked back barely rests against your clothed chest, like he's trying his hardest not to fully put his entire weight on you. The two of you are sitting on your shared bed, your own back against the headboard. Your right hand carefully drags along his pecks, a quiet sigh escaping the larger man's lips as your fingers make contact with his nipple. Placing your palm flat against his chest, you push him back to lessen the space he had set between you. 

“Relax, baby. You're not gonna hurt me.” You breathe out. Mingi hesitates but eventually caves into your touch and leans back until his shoulders lay just above the swell of your breasts, the back of his head coming to rest against your shoulder. 

This wasn't initially how you had expected your night to end. It had started with the two of you cuddled up on your couch, Mingi mindlessly switching between channels to find something the two of you could watch. The man had eventually given up as he randomly chose a channel, and the two of you stilled immediately. They were talking about sex. Kinky sex. 

The two of you had been so shocked at the sudden switch that you just sat there, staring at the TV like it was some foreign thing. And oh my god, they started talking about orgasm denial and someone being in charge of when you get to cum, and the tension just grew so thick.

“Why deny it, though? Why stop when it feels good?” Mingi had asked as he broke the silence. His voice filled with uncertainty but also a hint of curiosity. 

Feeling a bit more brave, you followed up with, “I mean, it can also feel good. Think of it like not wanting the pleasure to end. You like the feeling of cumming, right?” Mingi nodded.

“Well, some people find similar pleasure in allowing someone else to be in control of their orgasm. The pleasure is always there, but never enough to tip you over the edge.” You continued. You finally turned to your boyfriend, who looked deep in thought, brows slightly furrowed in confusion. 

The taller man shifted his gaze back to yours. “H-have you done it? To someone, I mean.”

“Been in control of when they cum? Yeah, I have.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Do you maybe, uhm, want to do it? With me?” Mingi's eyes were looking straight into yours with an expression you couldn't really pinpoint. The familiar heat of a blush forming across your cheeks.  

“You want me to… be in charge of when you get to cum?” You asked, confusion spread across your face. Mingi wanted you to edge him? 

So here you were, back against the headboard of the bed with a black t-shirt you had stolen from your boyfriend earlier, paired with a simple pair of grey sweats. Mingi, though, is fully naked. The taller one cupped both sides of his face and turned his head to the side in embarrassment. His legs were slightly parted, his cock already half-hard from the anticipation, lying against the top of his thigh. 

“None of that, baby.” You tsk as your hand grabs the bottom of his chin, pulling it back until he's looking straight ahead. With both of your hands free, you take each of his in your own to slowly remove them from his face. 

Mingi finally allows himself to look up, eyes quickly finding yours through the mirror you had purposefully placed at the edge of the bed. And Mingi groans, loudly. He's so fucking embarrassed, but it's also so fucking hot cause it enables you to see everything. He's so exposed like this, body completely pliant against your touch, face flushed as your fingers graze against the softness of his skin—his cock already twitching with interest. 

Your left hand trails down to the lower part of his stomach, moving it in a circular motion dangerously close to the base of his cock. Mingi whines as your lips find his temple, placing a soft kiss on the flushed skin. 

“Look at you, baby. So obedient, so pretty.” And the man cannot help but let another whine leave his parted lips. Your eyes never left each other through the mirror in front of you—your own gaze dark, filled with lust in contrast to Mingi's half-lidded, pleading eyes. 

You continue to kiss down his cheek, all the way to the sensitive patch of skin just below his ear, giving it a small lick before resuming with your lips. The hand previously on his stomach is daringly inching closer to his groin, light fingers dragging across the skin where his thigh meets his torso. The silver-haired man shifts a bit, hips bucking oh so slightly against your touch. His cock is already filling out perfectly against his thigh: long, thick, with a head so pretty you could spend hours wrapping your mouth around it. 

“P-please—ah—touch m-me.” Mingi lets out a whimper, hips chasing the touch of your hand to move it just a bit closer to his length. 

He's so gorgeous like this. Face flushed, body not able to stay still because he's already so turned on he doesn't know what to do with himself. Large hands are gripping the sheets next to your thighs because you hadn't allowed him to touch. To just lay there and look pretty while you help him. And fuck, is he pretty. 

“Where, baby?” you tease. 

“Here?” Your index finger mere millimeters away from his already leaking cock.  

“Or maybe here?” and Mingi whimpers the second he feels your other hand graze his nipple, taking the nub between your index and thumb to give it a soft pinch. 

Mingi is panting now, allowing his eyes to close because even if you're not touching him where he wants to, at least you're touching him. And fuck, his nipples are so sensitive. 

A whine of protest leaves his parted, spit-glistened lips as the familiar heat of your hand disappears from his thigh. You make a show of slowly tracing it up his abdomen, ab muscles clenching and unclenching as you trail further up. All the way until your hand meets his throat, right below the jaw where it meets the neck. There's no real pressure, just enough claim, and Mingi gasps at the feeling. 

“Open your eyes, Mingi.” A stern tone in your voice as the tips of your fingers dig just a little further into his skin. Mingi opens his eyes at that, already too far gone to disobey your orders. 

“Look at you. So needy—so desperate, and I haven't even touched your cock yet.”

“Already so wet for me, baby. Look at it." You divert his gaze in the mirror down to his hard length, tip already flushed red as it now rests further up his stomach. A small pool of precum is pooling right below it, a few drops falling down the side of his hip. More precum spills out as he takes in the obscene sight in front of him. 

“Your eyes will stay there. The entire time. You will not look away, baby.” And Mingi just nods shamelessly, small whimpers escaping the taller man.  

“So good for me, baby,” you trail off, lips finding the familiar sensitive spot right below his ear. 

“This is all you're good for, right? To just lay there looking all pretty for me.”

Mingi is now a whimpering mess, pants coming out in fast breaths as his brows furrow slightly from the lack of physical stimulation. 

“P-please.” He manages to breathe out, and you know what he's asking for. You know you're not here to tease him. But, fuck, does he look amazing like this. 

With a faint hum, smiling as you continue nibbling at his neck, your hand moves from his nipple to finally trail down and grab his cock by the length. Mingi throws his head even further against your shoulder, back arching and hips buckling because you're finally touching him. He's fighting everything to keep his eyes open because he wants to be good. He wants you to praise him the way you always do. He never wants this feeling to stop. 

You can feel a drop of sweat against your lips, more pooling from the sides of his hair, running down to trace his chiseled jaw. 

“Ah—nngh—ah!”

Mingi can't stop making noises. He can't help the pants that leave his lips, mixing with the faint whimpers stuck in the back of his throat. His mouth is now open, lips formed into a soft O shape, and he remembers to look back at his cock. 

He groans loudly. His cock twitches against the palm of your hand as you grip it with more pressure, your hand fully enclosed around it. You give it a light tug upwards before loosening your grip, pressing the palm of your hand against his leaking tip while circling it around to gather his own wetness to use as lube. 

Mingi's chest is heaving up and down, a mixture of whimpers and whines escaping his lips the more you press the palm of your hand against the tip. The noises are obscene. He's leaking so much precum, and the movement of your hand fills the room with squelching noises. 

With your hand still firm against his neck, you start circling the tip of your thumb and middle finger to vary the pressure against his skin. A faint chuckle leaves your lips as another batch of wetness forms at his tip. 

“Doing so good, baby. So wet and so submissive. Not a single thought in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” And Mingi just nods, but at this point he doesn't know to what because he can barely hear you over the ringing in his ears because he's so fucking turned on he doesn't know where to go. Your hand finally starts stroking his length with the exact pressure you know he loves.

It's all just too much. Your lips trailing soft kisses along the side of his neck, fingers still applying various amounts of pressure against his throat, and he can't help but let tears escape his eyes as he whines. Your thumb finds its way back to the tip of his cock, pressing it flatly against his slit as you gather more of his arousal. And he just can't help but buck into the touch because you didn't forbid him from moving. 

But now he's shaking his head side to side, desperate whines leaving his lips because your hand just left his throat, and he's so mad because why would you do that? Until he feels said hand press against his lower abdomen, pushing him into the bed, preventing him from shamelessly rutting into your hand around his cock. 

“N-no—please—fuck, ah.”

“Please, p-please.” And Mingi just can't stop the incoherent blabbering of 'please' because he misses your hand around his throat; he misses the pressure. But he doesn't know how to say it. So he just bares his neck, dark, lustful eyes making contact with yours. 

Knowingly, you shoot him a smirk. 

“Poor baby. That desperate to submit, huh? So desperate for my control?” The silver-haired man can't do anything besides nodding because his voice is already gone. 

The hand on his cock picks up in pace as your hand finds its way back to his neck, applying just a tad bit more pressure than you had before. Not nearly enough to disrupt his airflow in any way, but enough to make a claim. 

With his chest still moving up and down, gasps escaping his lips while he lets his drool shamelessly run down to his chin, your hand tightens its pressure around the head of his cock. Playing a little bit with it as you flick your wrist in a way that has Mingi seeing stars.

He's so embarrassingly close so fast. And he's just mumbling incoherent things along with the whimpers that can't help but form, and you're stroking him so fast, so tight, and so good, and the pressure around his throat is making him so deliciously lightheaded. His abs can't help but clench as he nears his orgasm, and it's right there; he can feel it, and he's too far gone to remember why the two of you are lying there in the first place.

He feels your touch disappear before his brain registers it in the mirror. 

“N-no. P-please—nngh—please. Why'd you s-stop—fuck, b-baby please—” And Mingi is just wiggling around, thrusting his hips uselessly into the air, into nothing. His head is moving frantically from side to side against your shoulder. 

More tears form in the corner of his eyes as he lets out a mixture of whimpers and cries of pleas. He's shaking against your clothed chest, and you can see the veins of his neck popping out from the desperation of needing to cum. He's gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles have gone white, and you just watch him through the mirror as he keeps pleading for your touch. 

“You didn't think you'd get to cum that fast, hmm?” You tease. Mingi has calmed just a little bit from the disruption of his orgasm, but the pleads never leave his lips. 

“I-I'll be so good, baby, I-I—please.” 

His eyes meet yours in the mirror again. His face has gone a deep red, lips swollen from the abuse of his own teeth, silver hair sticking against his sweat-soaked forehead. The inner corners of his brows raise up, glossy eyes staring into yours as he begs. 

The man is larger than you, but right now he looks so small. So desperate. So fucking submissive. Because all he can think about is cumming. 

“So pretty like this, Mingi. So gorgeous. So perfect, only for me.” You breathe out, gaze never leaving his as your hands find their way back on Mingi's body.  

A deep groan leaves his lips as you cup his pecs, giving them a light squeeze before trailing one hand down the side of his abs. Mingi's breath hitches, and the other hand finds the hard bud of his nipple, circling it with the light touch of your finger. 

“You want to cum?” You ask, hands inching dangerously close to his throbbing length. Mingi nods.

“Words, princess. Use your words.”

“Y-yes. Nngh—ah, fuck—” Your index finger gently drags along the tip of his cock, precum sticking to the tip of it as you continue dragging it down his length. 

Mingi is whining uncontrollably again, eyes now fixed on your smaller hand against the sheer size of his cock. A faint whimper escaping his lips along with his usual whines. 

Hand still fixed on his nipple, the tip of it being rolled between your thumb and index finger, your hand finally grips his length. Mingi groans in pleasure as you pick up your speed, his own hands coming to grab the arm that is moving at a dangerous speed. But he doesn't pull you away; he just cries as he takes what you're giving him. 

His whines have grown into small whimpers again, and he moves his head up and down, like he can't decide if he wants to rest against your shoulder or get a closer look at what a fucking mess he is. And he can feel himself getting closer again, the familiar tightness in his balls as his abs clench from the heat spreading across them. You're touching his nipple at the same speed as your strokes, and he's so fucking sensitive because you've been playing with the same nipple for what feels like hours, and it's so red and swollen from the constant abuse. 

“Close?” You ask, kissing the tip of his ear before you softly bite down on it, tongue lapping at the soft piece inside your mouth. 

“Nnghh, y-yes—ah.” 

And Mingi is nodding frantically again, hands gripping your forearms so tightly it'll definitely leave a bruise. 

“Such a good boy, baby, so good.” 

And he's so close. It's right there again, and he finally thinks you're gonna let him cum because he can hear faint praises against his ear along with soft kisses. 

But then the feeling is gone, again. 

“No-o—nngh, a-ah—f-fu—ahh,” and Mingi is crying again. 

He's gripping your arm, shaking it while mumbles of 'please' and 'no' fill the room. But this time you don't drag it out; your hand instantly finds its way back to his swollen, achingly hard cock. The tip is flushed fully red, veins popping out faintly along its length from the stimulation and its lack of it. 

“I need you to count down for me, baby, yeah? I need you to be a good boy so you get to cum.” You purr against his ear. 

Mingi is too far gone to coherently produce a sentence, but the man nods, and a faint 'p-promise' can be heard between pants and moans. 

You pick up the speed, making sure to gather as much precum around the head to use as lube. 

“I want you to count down from five, princess. All the way down to zero, oka—”

“N-no. C-can't. G-Gonna—ah—cum.”

You slow down the pace and loosen the grip slightly around his length, the other hand gripping the familiar space just below his jaw. 

“Count, Mingi.” Your fingers applying the tiniest bit of more pressure against his throat, “Either you count, or you don't cum at all.”

And Mingi can't have that. Not when he's been so close for what feels like hours. He's been denied the pleasure of cumming two times, and he's sure he'll explode if he doesn't get to cum now. 

“F-five.” He manages to breathe out. Your pace quickens. 

“Fou—ah—f-four.”

“Nnnghhh—c-can't—”

"Yes, baby, you can. Look at you. You're doing so well. Just a bit more.” You encourage him, the thumb on his throat softly caressing the side. 

“Ah, t-three.” His eyelashes flutter. 

"Two‐o."

“One—mmmh—one.” 

Mingi is shaking. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear, how good he is, how pretty he is, but Mingi can't hear. He's completely gone—his focus on counting being the only thing stopping him from cumming right this second. His eyes, eyelids almost fluttering shut, are fixed on your hand moving up and down his cock through the mirror. A glossy sheen covers his eyes, tears falling unbeknownst to the man as they settle where the previous tears had dried. 

“Z-Zero—ahh—” and Mingi's vision turns white. 

Thick, endless amounts of white ropes hit his stomach as Mingi finally gets to cum. With his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, his mouth opens in the form of an O. A low moan escapes his parted lips but just as quickly turns into loud, needy whimpers. 

His lower body jerks, trying to ride out his orgasm as his upper body spasms, twitching from the sheer amount of pleasure. His ears are ringing, and he's so sensitive because you're still stroking him loosely, but he can't stop cumming. Warm cum is filling up in between the lines of his abs, threatening to spill down the sides of his waist from the clenching and unclenching. He's panting loudly in between whimpers and whines. 

He can make out a soft voice purring in his ear the second his body starts to calm down, but he can't hear a word of it. Mingi blinks, his body still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looks up at the mirror and sees the obscene view that is himself. Ropes of cum reaching all the way up to his chin, chest heaving up and down as he bucks his hips into the cold air. 

Both of your hands are rubbing across his chest, smearing the cum around as you calm his nerves. He looks down where he meets your finger, the tip of it dipped into a small pool of cum that had formed by his belly button. 

“So good for me. Such a good boy.”

Mingi almost goes cross-eyed as he follows the sight of your cum-soaked finger, slowly but surely inching closer to his face. 

“Look in the mirror and open wide, baby.” You demand, though no real threat, as it leaves your lips sounding softer. 

And Mingi does what he's told. Body completely spent, heaps of sweat trailing down various parts of his skin. He closes his lips around your finger the second it reaches inside his warm, wet mouth. 

"F-fuck," you breathe out at the scene, and Mingi just moans. And it's so humiliating and so dirty, but he couldn't care less because he just had the best fucking orgasm of his life. 

So the two of you just sit there, eyes never leaving each other in the mirror as Mingi continues sucking contently on your finger. If you notice his spent cock twitch in interest from tasting his own release, he pretends he doesn't see it all while hollowing his cheeks around your soaked digit. His previously glossed eyes filled with newfound lust

MINGI

Mingi wakes up with a loud whine, cock straining uncomfortably against his boxers—a small wet patch already forming where the head is pressed against them. He just can't help it. You have your back pressed against his large, muscular chest as you stir in your sleep, your ass wiggling subconsciously to make yourself more comfortable. A deep groan escapes his parted lips as he shamelessly ruts against the swell of your ass. He feels terrible cause you're not even awake yet and he's already humping you like a dog in heat.

He whines your name, a large hand coming up to caress your waist as he's planting wet, open-mouthed kisses against the nape of your neck. It's your time to let out a barely audible whine and Mingi hums in response, taking all his might not to continue bucking his hips against the warmth that is your body.

“Mhmm, Mingi?” you breathed out, still groggy and half asleep. 

“Baby—nngh—n-need you,” he barely manages to let out, his voice deep and hoarse from the slumber he just woke up from.

And that's when you felt it: the heavy weight of his large cock in between your cheeks. You moan in response. He was bucking his hips oh so slightly against you, hand gripping your waist so tight you're sure it'll leave marks. You lean into the wet, sloppy kisses he's plastering on your neck as your left hand reaches back to thread your fingers through his hair. Mingi whimpers at the touch, so needy.

“T-thighs, baby. Use my thighs,” you said as you parted your thighs slightly, allowing Mingi access. The broader man just groans in response as he slides his aching, flushed red cock into the tight heat of your thighs. The top of his cock is resting against your now wet folds, more arousal forming by each second. 

Mingi loved your thighs. He loved all of you, of course. But there was just something about your thighs that got him going. He would find any excuse to place his strong, large hand against your thigh—giving it a squeeze if he were feeling extra brave. You never understood why, but you didn’t complain either. Mingi never failed to show you just how gorgeous you are, how much he wants you, needs you. 

Your wetness is met with Mingi’s own as he ruts into the tightness of your thighs, small whimpers mixed with low grunts escaping his lips. His grip on your waist has loosened a bit from being allowed to chase his own pleasure, but it’s still there, and he just rocks you back and forth to the beat of his thrusts. It’s so filthy but also so good, even when he’s only mere inches from your aching cunt.

Your left hand is still in his hair, gripping whatever you can get your hands on as Mingi moans, “So good for me, baby—mmh—so tight and wet. Always so good.” And he’s whispering praise against your neck in between sloppy pecks and fast pants. You’re so focused on Mingi's pleasure and his beautiful whimpers that you don’t notice the hand previously occupying your waist making its way down to your aching heat.

A loud groan escaped your lips as he pressed two strong fingers against your clit, circling it with a pressure he knows makes you go crazy. And even though Mingi is so lost in his own arousal, chasing his high so desperately, he still thinks about you. He still knows exactly which buttons to push, praise leaving his lips sounding so filthy but so right. Knows exactly the speed, the pressure you so desperately need, and it’s all too much. The wet, slick noises from both of your arousal filled the air along with quick pants and moans—the two of you working together, rocking against each other's touch to chase your release.

After what feels like hours, you can feel Mingi’s thick cock twitch against the tight grip of your inner thighs. His previous mix of whines and low grunts now transforming into whimpers as he gets closer to what he’s been aching for all morning.

“C-close, baby,” he hums, his head still buried deep into your neck. The kisses he was leaving against it were long forgotten; lips parted slightly as beads of his drool were pooling against your flushed skin. You felt your own core tighten, heat blossoming from the sheer desperation in Mingi’s voice and how fucking good everything felt.

Mingi came with a deep grunt, cock pulsating as his cum painted the inside of your thighs—a few drops escaping and leaving a wet patch on your bed. You followed soon after, Mingi’s pace never faltering as he rubbed your clit through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Sensitive, you clench your thighs—leading to Mingi letting out the loudest whine you’ve heard yet. That was definitely something you had to explore later on.

YUNHO

A low groan escapes Yunho’s lips as he stirs awake—a rather large tent forming in his boxers from the insanity of his dream. You, on your legs, taking his cock so deep and so desperately into your mouth. And fuck, that was his favorite place to be. Cock heavy against your tongue as you whine for more. Another groan that he barely registered as his own could be heard, and you finally woke up from your slumber. Still half asleep, you turn around to face your boyfriend, who was currently lying on his back. A quick glance at his lower half was all the confirmation you needed that he was, indeed, hard.

You let out a faint giggle as you reached for his neck, leaving soft pecks against the sensitive area just below his ear—the palm of your right hand making its way to his lower abdomen, simply resting it there.

"Well, good morning to you too,” you chuckled, a wide smile plastered on your lips as you continued to nibble on his neck. It was short-lived, though, as the arm you had rested your own on was removed from under you. He reached for the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair as he grabbed at the roots tightly—pulling you away so that you were now looking at him. His usual kind, brown eyes were blown wide, a dark and lustful gaze meeting your own. The grip of your hair was tight, but not enough to hurt by any means. Just enough to claim you. To show that he was the one in charge.

With a grunt, his eyes trailed to the leaking cock in his trousers. You followed his gaze—forced to follow as he moved your head himself. And while you had taken a look mere minutes ago, being more awake enabled you to actually take in the sight in front of you. Yunho’s left hand was gripping his own length underneath the boxers, the tip of his cock peeking out slightly, and all you could do was drool. He wasn’t moving, simply gripping the base of his cock as his thumb traced the head, spreading the precum forming at the slit. A low hum was heard from next to you, Yunho’s chest moving up and down as he took slow breaths.

You swallowed, an overproduction of spit gathering in your mouth as you thought about how he would feel in your mouth. Yunho knew how much you loved it. He teased you all the time. Always those fucking sweatpants hanging low on his hips, veins visible as he pulled them just a bit lower when he noticed your stare. But what did he expect? Yunho was extremely attractive. Tall, lean build with hands so large you didn’t think it was possible the first time you laid eyes on them. And his cock, oh my god, his cock was gorgeous. Just above average in length but so thick and veiny. Curling just the tiniest bit to the left, but nothing that was visible—unless you spent hours looking at it, admiring it, feeling the ridges and heat of it with your tongue. It was perfect.

“Please, baby.” Yunho growled, his grip loosening a bit in your hair as he waited patiently for you to fulfill his wish. And who were you to say no at that? Your eyes met his again as he looked at you with fluttering eyelashes, eyelids hanging low.

“Anything for you.” You purred, an excited smile forming on your lips as you made your way down the bed until you were in between his legs. You whined at the loss of his warm hand against your scalp but were greeted with said hand now cupping your right cheek—thumb sweeping gently back and forth along it.

You looked up at Yunho, the same lustful stare greeting yours as you asked for permission through your eyes. The man beneath you replied with a hum, nodding his head. With that, you grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down with the help of Yunho lifting his hips. His cock sprung free, Yunho’s other hand long gone as you relished the sight. It laid heavy against his abs, a small pool of precum forming at the crevice of a muscle—tip swollen and red as it ached for your touch.

You started trailing a few kisses along his groin, rubbing the palm of your hand on the opposite side of where you were working. The man's hand left the cusp of your cheek as it once again found its way entangled in your hair, gripping so tight it was bordering on painful. A moan escaped your lips as he guided you over the heat that was his cock. You looked up—met with a dark, intimidating stare as he lowered you just enough to feel the tip of his cock against your lips.

The slight pain combined with his possessive, almost demanding look went straight to your core. God, you loved when he manhandled you. When he was so desperate for his own release that he refused to give in to anything else. You knew he would never do anything you didn’t like. He had sat through many conversations with you just to be completely sure you were okay. If he ever made you feel unsafe or hurt in any way. If there was anything he wanted to try in the bedroom, he always made sure to ask you about it first. No matter how small or ridiculous it might’ve sounded to you, he needed to know that you were doing this cause you wanted it too. Not just casuse he did. He was being rough with you now cause he knows you like it. You’ve told him several times that you do.

So you did what he ordered you to do, parting your lips to let your tongue out, applying slight pressure as you licked the head of his cock. Yunho moaned in response, deep and raspy from finally getting the stimulation he needed. With his grip still tightly wrapped at the base of your hair, you wrapped your lips around the head—tightening them as your tongue circled right at the top, digging into the slit.

“F-fuck, babygirl. Just like that.” He breathed out in encouragement, head falling with a thump against the pillow behind him. Your hand found its way to the base, wrapping tightly around it as you gave it a squeeze. Another low, raspy fuck left Yunho’s lips as you continued lapping your tongue against his head.

Deciding his head had gotten plenty of your attention, you placed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock—the familiar thick vein pulsating against it. You sank down further, hollowing your cheeks to make it tight for him.

“Aaahrg—so good for me. My baby—aah—m-mine.” Yunho grunts, his previously dominant and composed demeanor faltering quickly. His hips bucked up, each thrust pushing him deeper into your wet heat as you sank down yet again. You moan at the sensation of his thick tip hitting the back of your throat, not able to prevent the gag of surprise.

Your mouth left his cock as you cough, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. “S-shit. Babygirl, I'm so sorry. I—” And your tear-filled eyes are met with worried ones, brows slightly furrowed as his hand left the top of your head to carefully remove the tear threatening to fall down your cheek.

But it was okay. Yunho was huge. Gagging here and there was a part of the routine every time you gave him head. But it was also so hot. The fact that the man in front of you, as dominant and authoritative he might be in the bedroom, came apart so easily the second you wrapped your soft lips around his cock. Turning needy while trying to keep the composure he once had.

You sank down on his cock once more without warning, immediately hollowing your cheeks and taking in as much of Yunho as you could—hand wrapping around the cock wherever your mouth couldn't reach, moving up and down desperately. All Yunho could do was moan, but his hand stayed on your cheek, caressing it softly as you continued. A small gesture to show he cared. That he would stop whatever it was if you felt the slightest bit of discomfort. His breathing picked up in speed, trying his hardest not to thrust into the amazing sensation that was your mouth.

Yunho was close. Even though he hated to admit it. He just couldn't help himself when you were displayed so gorgeously in front of him. Without even realizing you had straddled one of his legs, humping his shin through your soaked panties. And holy shit, Yunho was in love. The familiar tightness forming in his balls, cock twitching as you picked up your pace. But his heart was aching too. Cause you were so good to him. So beautiful. Everything about you.

With a warning leaving his lips so fast it could've easily been missed by the obscene wet, sucking noises, he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you off his cock to paint your face in ropes of white cum. Yunho moaned at the scene, so fucking filthy but so hot, and he felt so possessive.

“Your turn, baby,” he winks, voice hoarse and body still trembling slightly from his orgasm.

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DO I KNOW YOU? ☆ @starlitjoong

Freshman year of college was supposed to be your fresh start. Your opportunity to put your best foot forward. Then a familiar face you’re not too thrilled by rips that chance away. Kim Hongjoong was assigned to train you for your new job in the campus library. He was thorough, too thorough, recalling things you didn’t quite want to remember. The memories with your first love haunt you in your sleep. Will seeing him every day cause your hate to grow? Or will the feelings you worked so hard to bury erupt into a chaotic mess of storage closet makeouts and cold shoulders?

HARD TO FOCUS ☆ @belongjoong 18+

physics was never a strong subject for you, but when your hot new tutor kim hongjoong comes to the rescue, you start to wonder if you're really staying for the lessons - or just for him.

ONE MORE LINE ☆ @blizzardfluffykpop 18+

Everything in your senior year of college felt like you needed just one more; one more class, one more test, one more line, and it would all be over, and you could finally rest your bones. And with Hongjoong by your side; every class, every test, every line came easy. And when Tuesdays and Thursdays came to a close, you could peacefully rest your bones beside him. Drawing to your hearts content as he scribbles down a half a page of lines.

CURTAIN CALL ☆ @sangis-puppy

College was draining enough without having D1 athlete and ‘Pride of the school, Chris, up your ass for two years trying to get you in his bed. You’d do anything to get him off your back for even a week of peace. So when the chance to knock him down a few pegs presents itself in the form of Park Seonghwa, a nerdy type that said athlete torments, you take it. What starts as a few campus spottings to get under Chris’s skin turns into blurred lines and moments that feel too real for a fake relationship. Time ticks to Homecoming and the curtain will fall on this act. How will you bow out?

SUNBURN ☆ @sungbeam

you and park seonghwa, petty rivals since the third grade, can't stand the sight of each other. at least, that's what you both claim. sometimes, getting the truth out of two stubborn people just requires turning up the heat.

SWEETHEART ☆ @ja3hwa 18+

ATZ was the place to be. Everyone either wanted to be in the fraternity or be with one of the members... And this push and pull you had seemingly fallen into with one of the brooding frat boys was making you dizzy. Your neck quickly aching from whiplash over the constant what ifs and maybes...

Oh... Oh wait, it was just the dark bruising hickies he left that were the ache and the overflow of alcohol that made you dizzy... Whoops.

LEVEL ZERO ☆ @03jyh23 18+

Jeong Yunho is the human equivalent of a system crash. A 6’2” wreck of stuttered sentences, fogged-up glasses, and nerves he can’t outgrow. He has spent his first year of college trying to be invisible. He’s a tactical genius on screen, but on campus, he can barely survive a three-word greeting without his voice cracking.

He tries to start a Gaming Club in a basement that smells like dust and dump. When a pack of “Mean Girls” turns his recruitment drive into a public execution, you step in.

You lie. You improvise. You claim you’re his pro-tier carry—his star recruit.

Now you learn the hard way: Rule #1 of saving a cute nerd from bullies is this—don’t claim you’re an expert in a game you’ve never heard of.

NEW PERSPECTIVE ☆ @from-izzy

The stage has always been jeong yunho's, star university's top acting student, happiest place. but as time goes on, and pressure makes him slip away from acting, a certain girl with her canvas paints a story from a new perspective that keeps him going.

SLEEPOVERS IN MY BED ☆ @everyonewooeverywhere 18+

jeong yunho and song mingi have always been the campus's "it couple." even those who don't know them say they're a match made in heaven--meant to be in every universe. but you know different. you know the truth: that jeong yunho spends her sunday nights in your bed and song mingi is a fucking weirdo. but while her boyfriend thinks she's studying, you're giving her what he could never fulfill. she may love him, but at least she's in your bed.

AFTER HOURS ☆ @17teezers 18+

Being an ra comes with a lot of responsibilities: managing residents, hosting events, surviving move in day… but apparently you need to learn how to survive your co-ra, kang yeosang, as well. that definitely wasn’t in the manual.

He’s professional, intelligent, organized, and also really good at making you feel stupid. after being assigned the same floor, you start to realize he might not be as bad as you thought. which would be fine — if there wasn’t one very simple rule: don’t date your coworkers.

LITTLE MISS CATASTROPHE ☆ @hyungszn

Meet kang yeosang. sophomore, gymnast, and most importantly, campus’ most eligible omega. yeosang’s been trying to set the record straight for years but thanks to his slightly awkward nature, people kind of just brush him off for a pretty face. however just when he thinks of giving up, the universe concocts the most disastrous “outing” imaginable: you.

WATER GIRL ☆ @yeonlymine 18+

Between lectures and slaving in the training room, choosing athletic training as your work study job was supposed to be the easy part of college. until a transfer named yeosang joins the roster mid season and suddenly the nickname “water girl” isn’t just harmless locker room teasing anymore.

A PACK A DAY ☆ @maho6any 18+

You asked him what kind of doctor smokes? he said he'd quit once he gets his degree. you didn't like each other very much. you hated that you sat next to each other in class, to which you both used the excuse that it was only because it was the desk closest to the wall outlet. the professor seems to think you do this by choice, and decides you would be the perfect pair for the childcare simulation. and unfortunately for you and your poor sensitive heart, a pack a day does not in fact keep the doctor away

HANDS ON ME ☆ @xomakara 18+

You join KQ University’s Taekwondo club and immediately get underestimated — especially by San, the star member who treats you like you might break. When you finally reveal your true skill by sweeping him in a spar, everything shifts, and San becomes fascinated, competitive, and increasingly drawn to you.

DARE ☆ @minkieater 18+ {Part Two}

you can’t fucking stand jung wooyoung, mingi really really wants kim minjeong. when wooyoung and winter end up together, you and mingi have no choice but to figure out how to win winter’s favor, to stab wooyoung in the back. mingi needs a favor, and you want revenge... do you dare?

PAS DE DEUX ☆ @way2jellyous 18+

At Seoul's most prestigious ballet university, no pair is more legendary than you and Ikhyun - until a scandal destroys his career overnight. Varna is coming up, and you're forced to pick a new partner. But maybe some things are never meant to be replaced. - or lowkey a k-drama that somehow got converted to a fanfic on tumblr dot com

PIPE DREAM ☆ @yestodayys 18+

Song mingi is a lot of things. he’s top of the class you hate the most, a mutual friend of your roommates, probably the best dressed guy on campus… and now he’s haunting your dreams, too.

FLASH POINT ☆ @hyungszn 18+

There’s a very thin line between lust and hate; a concept of which you are intimately familiar. when you push, wooyoung pulls, and soon what started out as a battle of wills has quickly morphed into a war of temptation with no ceasefire in sight. TL;DR: in a world where opposites are meant to attract, you and wooyoung couldn’t be more alike… so why the hell do you want each other so bad?

KANJO ☆ @jitaewoo 18+

There’s two subgroups of hashiriyas that rule japan: the kanjozoku of osaka and the roulettezoku of tokyo.

In osaka, you live your days out either on campus or at work. on the outside, it’s all seems so repetitive and boring—but that is exactly what you want. then, one day, it all gets messed up when a new transfer student, jung wooyoung, comes and threatens to shatter everything you have built. stupid tokyo boys have no clue what really goes on in osaka, and wooyoung is going to have to learn the hard way.

THE OFF LIMITS RULE ☆ @stxrrywoo 18+

Coming back from studying abroad for two years you had two goals in mind: win the annual end of summer fashion design contest and jung wooyoung... your brothers best friend. only issue? your brother had forbidden you from his friends and likewise has forbidden his friends from you. yet when yeosang gets the opportunity to study abroad you start to see an opportunity to finally make your move, so you take it. I mean.... what's the worst that could happen?

AS IF ☆ @moooonandroses 18+

You and jongho can’t stand each other, but the universe doesn't seem to catch the signals. everywhere you went, he was there. friends teased you both, saying that you liked each other so much you were manifesting the other everywhere. ugh, as if you would ever like him, right?

[NOUN] LOVE ☆ @redemptions 18+

You and jongho met as children during a letter writing project. years later, you get the chance to meet in person because of a study exchange but you are determined to keep your feelings a secret - after all, how do you tell your best friend you’re in love with him?

THE LAW OF ATTRACTION ☆ @jinkoh

Jongho was everything you weren’t: ambitious, diligent, promising—all in all the perfect law school student. Naturally, your chaos didn’t fit into his prearranged life. Not for long, anyway. Your silly little relationship was never meant to last. So how come you couldn't seem to move on? Of course, being grouped together for a semester-long assignment didn't exactly help your case.

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