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kpopsmuthub · 10 months

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Thank you for your service

pairing: ex!jaehyun x afab!reader

words: 9.2k+

summary: you left with jaehyun’s son three years ago. an opportunity arises that may push you together for better or for worse.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: penetrative sex, rough sex, public sex, daddy kink, pussy eating, cum eating, creampies, breeding kink, spanking, possessiveness, some yandere vibes

“Got yourself all dressed for dad?”

Your five-year-old son hums happily, thumbs looped through his backpack straps like he’s afraid it’s going to run away from him. You smile and comb your hands through his hair, slightly frightened by how fast he’s growing.

The knock on the door takes you out of your head before you can dwindle on how your son is slipping away from you. You smile at Jaehyun behind the door, who offers a tight-lipped one in return.

You kneel down once more and tap on your cheek. “Give me a kiss before you leave, sprout.”

Your son giggles before planting a messy kiss on your cheek, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck.

“Bye, mom! I love you!” He practically hops away from you in excitement, running into his dad’s arms with pure joy.

You nod politely at your ex, who wraps his arms around your son and holds him to his chest.

“Hey, little bear. Missed you,” Jaehyun laughs, kissing your son’s forehead.

“I missed you too, dad!”

You clear your throat. “Do you want me to come pick him up on Sunday?”

Jaehyun’s eyes return to you, cold and distant like they have been for the past three years. “I could drop him off, it’s no issue. I canceled all my meetings on Sunday.” You wonder if he’s trying to imply something, as if the time taken off means anything to you.

You brush it off. “Sounds good. Be good to your dad,” you give a final warning to your son, who does nothing but wave his hand in return.

You’re about to close the door until Jaehyun quietly speaks up. “I needed to ask you something.”

You ignore the loud sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You simply nod, urging him to continue. He clears his throat, feeling a bit awkward as your son impatiently waits for his dad to take him to his other house. It’s rare for Jaehyun to linger around like this.

“My parents — they’re having that annual anniversary party again in Seoul. They asked me to invite you.”

You’re surprised, to say the least. You haven’t been invited to an anniversary party since you and Jaehyun separated. His family was extremely heartbroken when you left and as a result, you haven’t communicated with them since. The anniversary party, however, was a huge celebration in the Jeong family. It was a mark of success since Jeong Corporation opened almost twenty years ago, and the company has now founded themselves as one of the largest in Seoul.

“Um,” you stutter, unsure of what to say. You understood what the anniversary party implied — one whole weekend with your former second family and more importantly, Jaehyun.

“Don’t- You don’t have to make a decision now. You can tell me on Sunday if you’re ready.”

You nod reluctantly, and he sends you another tight-lipped smile before departing. You watch as he and your son drive away, leaving a hole in your heart as they go.

—

“No way. He wants to fuck you again!”

“Johnny!” You scold, feeling extremely embarrassed already. “He is not! He’s just trying to be a good son, you know how he is.”

Johnny laughs sarcastically. “Yeah fucking right. Dude, it’s the Jeong anniversary party. That shit is photographed like crazy. He knows what he’s doing when he’s inviting you to go with him.”

“He’s not inviting me to go with him,” you clarify for him, even though Johnny is throwing you a side eye as you hand him a cup of warm tea. “He’s just inviting me to attend.”

He rolls his eyes. “Please. He’s been waiting for this moment with you for so long. Especially after you left him like that.”

You swing at Johnny’s arm, causing him to clutch it dramatically and hold the end of your kitchen counter as if you just shot him. You glare at him. Even though it was still a sore subject, he found a way to bring it into conversation from time to time since he thought it was the worst decision you had ever made.

It was three years ago when you left Jaehyun, taking your son and finding a new place all to yourselves. Jaehyun was shocked to say the

least, heartbroken that the love of his life took his child and ran. It obviously wasn’t your first choice, but you spent too long waiting for him to come home only to be disappointed continuously. Jaehyun was just starting to become a big name within the company, wanting to work up the ladder and prove himself to his father and to the public. As a result, he spent most nights sleeping in his office and growing farther apart from you and your son. You reached a point where you couldn’t handle being abandoned any longer, leaving him and giving him his first wake-up call.

Jaehyun, like everyone else, thought you were only playing a game with him at first. No one believed you would actually separate from each other, especially because you two were so in love. However, you decided you needed to do what was right for your son. You couldn’t handle the lonely nights when your son would ask when his dad was coming home.

The custody agreement was simple, and Jaehyun agreed to whatever terms you laid out for him. You allowed your son to see Jaehyun every other weekend, and Jaehyun made sure to take work off whenever he had him. He was really trying, which you could see, but it wasn’t enough.

You’re not sure if it’ll ever be enough again.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” you mumble to Johnny, already mentally rejecting the idea of attending the Jeong anniversary party. “I mean, you know us. Our feelings get carried away all the time.”

Johnny frowns. “Are you saying you still have feelings for him?”

You sigh. Johnny has been your number one support system since you left Jaehyun, and despite his help towards adjusting you to a life as a single mother, he always rooted for the two of you to get back together.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” you say clearly, stirring around the small spoon in your cup. You refuse to look up, knowing he can read you like an open book. “I’m just saying that being together for that long can cause cloudy judgment, you know? Plus, I don’t want anything to become confusing for all parties included.”

He shrugs, knowing you’re mainly talking about your son’s inability to understand why his mom and dad are suddenly spending time together. “I think the little sprout would like to have a weekend with both of his parents. He hasn’t had that since two birthdays ago.”

You recall your son’s third birthday party, which was the first festivity after the split. You awkwardly invited Jaehyun to come since you felt obligated, but it only resulted in tension while cutting the cake and opening presents.

“I know,” you whisper, feeling down. Your son asks you from time to time why his dad doesn’t stay when Jaehyun drops him off after a weekend together, and it always breaks your heart when you have to gently explain that his dad has work to attend to. Seeing the dejected look on your son’s face reminds you why you decided to leave in the first place. “But don’t you think it’s weird? Why would his family even want to see me again? I thought they hated me for leaving Jaehyun.”

“Yeah right,” Johnny laughs. “You saw the headlines after you guys split. Jaehyun started fighting so often with his parents. You know they loved you to death.”

“That might have been true before. I’m still the bitch who stomped all over their son’s heart and took their grandson away.”

“Hey,” Johnny scolds, hating when you speak lowly of yourself. “Anyone with eyes could see he was treating you miserably. It was completely fair for you to have temporary space.”

You ignore the fact that he implies the separation is still temporary.

“I’m just not sure, John. I don’t think it’s a smart idea.”

“Well, I think it’s a great one,” he smiles, brushing off your heated glare. “Listen, you can’t keep ignoring him like he’s the plague. If you don’t want the little sprout to have daddy issues when he’s older, you need to start getting along with Jae better. Just act civil, that’s all anyone’s asking of you.”

You chew on your bottom lip. “Will you come get me if I text you?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Your shoulders eventually slump in defeat, and Johnny throws his arms up in victory.

—

You’re extremely anxious when Sunday afternoon arrives, which is usually when Jaehyun comes by to bring your son back. You try to shake the nerves out and remind yourself to do what Johnny told you.

Just be civil. You can do that.

You nearly jump out of your socks when Jaehyun finally knocks on the door. You shakily open it, offering him a small smile as your son comes barging through. He attaches himself to your leg, grinning widely as he waves a new coloring book in his hand.

“Look what dad got me!”

“Wow,” you speak incredulously, kneeling down to give him a kiss. “That was very nice of him. Did you say thank you?”

“Yes!” He exclaims with glee. “Can I go color, please?”

You laugh. “Give your father a kiss goodbye first, sprout.”

Your son hurriedly kisses his father’s cheek when Jaehyun leans down, rushing off to his room afterwards.

You chuckle again. “You didn’t have to do that. Thank you.”

Jaehyun hums. “Of course. He really wanted it, and I wanted to do something special for him.”

You nod and the conversation settles into unbearable silence. You start gathering the courage to accept Jaehyun’s invitation before you wimp out but he talks before you can get the chance.

“Listen, about what I said on Friday, you can forget about it if it makes you uncomfortable. I didn’t want you to feel obligated, I just knew if I didn’t pass along the message, I would get hit on sight.”

You smile, thinking about how dangerous his mother could be when her son disobeys. “No, it’s completely fine. I mean, if it’s still okay with you, I would like to go.”

His eyes light up in surprise, and it’s the first time Jaehyun’s let his guard down with you in a while.

“Really? I didn’t think you’d want to.”

You shrug. “I think it would be nice. I’m sure the little sprout would enjoy a weekend with both of his parents too.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, smiling genuinely. You forgot how much you missed seeing him so happy, dimples peeking out. “I know he would. He was talking about how excited he was today, getting dressed in a little suit and everything.”

Your heart warms at the thought of your son dressed so handsomely. “He would be adorable. Center of the party, I’m sure.”

“Of course. You know my mother never misses a chance to show him off,” he chuckles.

“Well, I look forward to seeing what they’re going to try and pull off this year. I’m assuming your mother is making it as lavish as possible,” you joke, knowing how elated his mother was when the Jeong Corporation finally gained enough funding to throw a large-scale party.

“You know it,” he agrees, eyes sparkling in the way they used to. “I could, um, I could give you more details if you’d like.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling slightly flushed. “Sure, that sounds nice.” You open the door wider for him, stepping back so he can come inside.

It’s the first time you’ve really invited Jaehyun in. He came once for your son’s birthday party and a few other times because your son really wanted to show Jaehyun some toys from his room, but never once fully initiated by you.

“Can I heat up some coffee or tea for you?” You ask politely.

“Coffee would be wonderful, thank you,” he says, following you to the kitchen.

He takes a seat on one of the kitchen stools — the same spot where Johnny told you that Jaehyun clearly wanted to fuck you again. You clear your throat, tossing the memory aside.

“So, is there a dress code for the party? Do I need to go out and get anything?” You question, starting to brew Jaehyun’s favorite blend. The both of you choose to ignore the fact that you still remember how to make his coffee just the way he likes it.

“They were endorsing a blue and white theme this year, but you don’t have to follow those rules, of course,” he assures you.

You shake your head, turning back to him and smiling. “I will one hundred percent abide by that dress code. You know how picky those businesspeople are.”

He chuckles to himself, fiddling with his fingers nervously. You wonder if he’s just as anxious as you are.

“Right, forgot about that. So I’ll come pick up you and the little bear Friday night?”

You nod. “That would be nice. Thanks, Jaehyun.”

“Of course,” he replies, thanking you when you hand him his coffee. “The party shouldn’t last for more than two to three hours on Saturday, but you know how my father gets with the speeches.”

“He’s just proud, that’s all. It’s not everyday a company you built from the ground turns so successful.”

He nods. “Every company comes with its sacrifices though.”

You swallow at him alluding to your separation. Luckily, you’re saved by your son, who comes running into the kitchen.

“Dad!” He exclaims happily. “You’re still here!”

Jaehyun laughs. “Just having a conversation with your mom, little bear. Did you color something already?”

Your son nods, already eager to showcase his coloring skills. Jaehyun situates him on his lap, listening as your son details the process of what colors he chose and what the monkey is doing exactly in the picture.

You grow fond at the sight, not seeing Jaehyun with your son like this in so long. You never doubted that Jaehyun loved him with his entire heart, you just always wished he made more time for the both of you.

“And who did you color this for, little bear?” Jaehyun asks softly, kissing his son’s temple.

“Mom, of course!” Your son says with certainty, and Jaehyun helps him rip the picture out of the book so he can hand it to you.

“Thank you so much, sprout. I’ll cherish it forever,” you promise, clutching the paper to your chest.

Your son has an affinity for coloring and drawing, and as a result, most of your fridge and walls were covered in his artwork.

“I’ll make one for you too, dad,” your son swears, wiggling out of Jaehyun’s arms until he’s back on the floor. The both of you watch him zoom off, warning him not to run too fast.

Jaehyun smiles. “I should get him those coloring books for adults. I feel like he would love them.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah right. He only enjoys these because they have animals in them. Give him a crazy pattern and he’ll give up coloring forever.”

He laughs before agreeing with you. A part of you missed this — the happy laughter and talks of your son with someone who also wanted the best for him.

“My mother’s set up a private cabin for us for the weekend,” he shares, avoiding your stare. “But I can always have the driver take you and the little bear back here if that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” you say, briefly surprised by the fact that Jaehyun’s mother set all of you together. You would think she wants you as far away from her son as possible.

Jaehyun takes your response badly, face twisting into a grimace. “It’s no problem. I’ll tell Doyoung that you would prefer coming back here instead of staying the weekend.”

“No!” You exclaim, flushing by how loud your voice rose. “I mean, I was just shocked your mother did that for us. I thought she didn’t like me anymore.”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows shot up. “My mother? The same one that wanted to buy us an island when we told her about the pregnancy?”

You chuckle. “That was out of the kindness of her heart, Jaehyun.”

“Please,” he scoffs. He takes the coffee mug you hold out for him. “She loves you more than anything. Nothing between us would change that.”

You smile, ignoring the nerves slowly creeping up every inch of your body.

—

“Johnny, put that back!”

“Why? It’s sexy!”

You grab one of your throw pillows and chuck it at Johnny’s head. He dodges just in time, rolling his eyes and putting your lingerie back in your drawer.

“I’m just saying, you never know what’s going to happen. You’ll regret it later when you’re trying to fuck Jaehyun and you have nothing but granny panties.”

“I regret asking you to help me pack,” you sigh, trying your best to fit everything you need this weekend for you and your son in a small suitcase.

“I’m going to ignore that comment since I’m willingly giving up my Friday afternoon for you. When was the last time you went shopping?” He asks.

It actually takes you a minute to stop and think about your answer. Ever since your son was born, your wardrobe has mainly consisted of haphazard pajamas. The only time you really went out and purchased clothes is if you were attending one of Jaehyun’s fancy events.

“All of these clothes are way out of season! How have I not noticed this before?” Johnny complains, rifling through your drawers. “We need to go shopping.”

You groan. “It’s too late for that. Jaehyun is picking us up tonight!”

The doorbell rings and you sigh again, massaging your temples in an attempt to make the headache go away. Johnny takes pity on you and answers the front door himself. You hear hushed whispers before he comes back into your bedroom, a smile on his face as he carries a large box in his hands.

Your eyebrows furrow. “What’s that?”

“A special delivery from one Mr. Jeong Jaehyun,” Johnny replies, a smirk evident on his lips.

You’re still trying to recover from the shock of Jaehyun sending you anything before you realize Johnny’s ripping open the box. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning and you can’t help but lean over to see it too.

In the box is a beautiful, satin white dress that looks like a red wine lover’s worst nightmare. However, you can barely focus on the color when you can recognize exactly where this dress is from.

“Dude,” Johnny says in a small voice, sounding breathless. “It’s your wedding dress.”

And if this wasn’t your wedding dress — it sure as hell looked a lot like it. You remember the day you picked it out, insisting on going for a modern style instead of a princess ball gown. It was a simple, off-shoulder, stark white dress that you envisioned yourself wearing while walking down the aisle to Jaehyun.

And three years ago, you cried when you donated it to a local thrift store, refusing to continue to store memories of what could’ve been in the back of your closet.

You thought you would never see it again.

“He said the theme was blue and white, right?”

Johnny brings you out of your train of thought. You cough, avoiding his questioning gaze.

“Yeah.”

“Hm.”

“What?”

You narrow your eyes at his suggestive tone. He shrugs.

“I think you’re going to have an interesting trip.”

—

“Hi, dad!”

“Hi, little bear!”

Your heart melts at the sight of Jaehyun and your son together. Jaehyun’s all smiles while he straps your son into his carseat, dimples peeking out. Once he’s settled, he turns to you as he shuts the car door. You awkwardly step around each other as he helps you with your bags and you slip into the front seat.

The drive to the cabin you’ll be staying at for the weekend is about an hour from your place, which means you have two choices — you could pretend to sleep and avoid speaking to Jaehyun altogether, or you could bite the bullet and make as much small talk as you possibly can.

Jaehyun makes the decision for you.

“So how’s work?”

You muster a smile. “It’s alright. I think I’m going to get promoted soon.”

He laughs. “It’s about time. I’ve never seen anyone else at that company work harder than you.”

You stutter at the compliment. You always forget how charming Jaehyun is, and how easy it is for him to make you feel like a teenager all over again.

You can’t hold back your next question. “Where did you find it? The dress?”

His fingers tighten on the wheel.

“It’s just a dupe I found online.”

But the response sounds too rehearsed. Too practiced. It’s almost like he had been preparing himself for when you would inquire about it.

“Jaehyun,” you whisper, and he knows you can tell that he’s lying.

He sighs, looking through the rearview mirror to check if your son has already drifted off before proceeding. “When you donated it, Doyoung found out and I asked him to buy it back. I know it’s your dream dress, and it’s my fault you never got to wear it. I just wanted you to have a night where you could finally show it off.”

You don’t know why, but you feel tears welling up in your eyes. The idea that Jaehyun kept your dress for you all these years tugged at your heartstrings. If the dress was a reminder to you of your failed relationship, you can’t imagine what he felt when he came across it in his own home every single day.

You turn your head to look out the window so he wouldn’t see your crushed expression.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I did. You deserve at least that, and so much more. For now, unfortunately, this is all I can give you.”

The two of you remain silent for the rest of the trip and you’re relieved when he pulls into the cabin’s driveway. You both fall into a familiar pattern as you get out to grab your son and he heads to the trunk to take out your luggage. You’re careful to unbuckle your son from his carseat in fear of waking him, and you relax when he’s in your arms, still sound asleep.

Jaehyun opens the front door and you marvel at the beauty of the cabin once you’re inside. You’re not surprised in the slightest that Jaehyun’s mother hooked you up with an extremely lavish place for the weekend.

“Upstairs, first door to the right,” Jaehyun whispers, and you realize he’s telling you where your son will be sleeping.

After you’ve tucked him in and made sure he’s out for the night, you tiptoe back downstairs.

Jaehyun looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself, fumbling around with the television remote, pacing in front of the entertainment dock.

“So, um, what room will I be in?”

“Oh yeah,” he says uncomfortably, quickly grabbing your luggage. “Let me show you.”

He leads you down a hallway off from the living room, opening one of the many doors and setting your stuff inside.

“Here’s your room. I, um, I’m just across the hall. There’s also another room upstairs if you want to sleep closer to the little bear but it’s a lot smaller and doesn’t have a connecting bathroom so I figured-“

“This is great, Jaehyun. Thank you.”

He clears his throat and nods, quickly shuffling out of the room. He pauses in the entryway as he’s closing the door, something clearly lingering on his mind.

“You don’t have to wear the dress tomorrow, it was inconsiderate of me to assume you would want to. I’ll have Doyoung pick up something different in the morning for you to wear.”

Before you could protest, the door shuts. You sigh and run your hands down your face.

This was going to be a long weekend.

—

You and Jaehyun barely exchange any words the next day.

As promised, a new, navy blue dress hangs outside your door when you wake up. You fail to confront Jaehyun about it since he spends most of the morning playing with your son at a nearby creek. In all honesty, you want to wear your wedding dress. On the outside, it wasn’t too flashy since you refused to add a train or any embellishments, and it was perfect for a formal event like the anniversary party. On the inside, everything Jaehyun said yesterday was correct — this was your dream dress, and you wanted to just have this one occasion to finally show it off.

You call Johnny before Jaehyun and your son return, and he happily picks up on the second ring.

“Got fucked yet?”

“You’re despicable.”

Johnny’s joyous laughter is grating to your ears.

“It’s so awkward, Johnny. We had this weird conversation about the dress so he had Doyoung get me a new one, but I actually really want to wear my wedding dress. Is that crazy?”

“Nope,” he replies, popping the last syllable for emphasis. “I think you’re just afraid of what wearing the dress means for you.”

“What are you talking about?”

He clicks his tongue, and you can picture him shaking his head at your alleged stupidity. “Think about it. The last time you wore this dress, you were engaged and about to marry the love of your life. Don’t you think wearing it again is going to spark up any old feelings?”

You ponder over the idea for a moment before shaking your head. Johnny was wrong — you just wanted to wear this dress because you liked it. You convince yourself there are no lingering feelings you should be worrying about.

“You’re full of shit.”

“Uh huh. We’ll see about that.”

However, later that night when you slip into the dress, you understand exactly what Johnny was talking about. You used to have vision boards of this dress plastered on your living room walls, picking what flowers and color scheme you wanted to compliment it. You remember Johnny even photoshopping you in this dress next to Jaehyun in his suit, the both of you standing in front of what was supposed to be your dream venue.

The memories come back to you like a tidal wave. Jaehyun planning the perfect dinner for the two of you when you were six months pregnant. Jaehyun proposing to you that night, tears in his eyes as he confessed how much he loved you. Welcoming your son into the world three months later. Trying on the dress again after his birth, worrying your body would look too different. Jaehyun getting the dress re-tailored for you when your insecurities started to affect your daily life. Your son crying night after night while his father stayed late working in his office. Postponing the wedding every year because Jaehyun was too busy. Shoving the dress in the back of your closet because you couldn’t stand to see it any longer. Finally getting the courage to pack up your things and leave, taking the dress with you. Giving it away when you felt like you needed to close this chapter of your life. The chapter where Jaehyun was supposed to be your eternal love.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until the door creaks open.

“Mom, why are you sad?”

You immediately straighten yourself and wipe away your tears, turning to see your son at the door with his head tilted in concern. You laugh when you see his suit is half buttoned.

“I’m not sad, little sprout,” you smile, walking over to him and scooping him in your arms. “I’m so excited for tonight! Look at my handsome boy!”

He giggles when you press kisses to his cheek.

“Mom,” he whines. “Help me!”

You keep your smile on as you help him fix his suit, and you hear the door creak open again when you’re on the last button.

If Jaehyun notices the redness in your eyes, he doesn’t comment on it.

“Little bear, why don’t you finish your dinner before we head out? Don’t want you getting hungry.”

Your son obediently follows Jaehyun’s orders once you’re finished buttoning his suit, running to the kitchen to eat his meal.

You walk back to the full length mirror in the corner of the room in an attempt to make yourself look as presentable as possible. You can feel his eyes on you, burning a hole in your back.

“You look beautiful.”

You falter, fingers shakily trying to put your earring on. “Thank you.”

“I thought you wanted to wear a different dress.”

“No, I actually want to wear this one.”

“Oh, okay.” A pause. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jaehyun. Can you make sure Doyoung has coloring books and crayons in the car? In case the little sprout gets bored.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that,” he nods, and you lock eyes with him in the mirror.

He doesn’t say anything else but you know he’s worried about you. He purses his lips before closing the door, and you sigh in relief when you hear his footsteps fade away.

—

“Nice to see you again.”

You grin as you envelope Doyoung in a hug. The last time you saw Jaehyun’s assistant was almost three years ago at the last anniversary party you attended. Doyoung had always been a very loyal right-hand man to Jaehyun, and he used to be one of the constants in your life.

“You look gorgeous,” he compliments, his bunny teeth peeking out.

You thank him and he helps you and your son climb into the car, Jaehyun following after. Doyoung takes the driver’s seat and rolls up the partition so you can have some privacy. You wish he would do the opposite and make small talk with you, especially since you could cut the tension between you and Jaehyun with a knife.

Your son is seated between the two of you and he plays a helpful role in the awkward atmosphere. He starts asking Jaehyun questions about the party and who will be there, which Jaehyun answers patiently as your son bombards him with question after question.

You start fiddling with the fabric of your dress, the satin slipping between your fingers. When you look up, you see Jaehyun’s eyes locked on you, and it makes you wonder how differently this picture would have looked years ago.

This car would’ve been driving to your wedding venue with your son as the ring bearer. You would be leaning over to capture every moment of Jaehyun’s lips before you would have to kiss in front of hundreds of guests, a thought that always rattled you. You would have a bouquet of daisies bunched up in your hand, similar to the ones Jaehyun gave you on your first date. You would be scared of your veil tearing, trying your best to make sure your son didn’t accidentally rip it. All while Jaehyun stares at you like you hold the world in your hands, his fingers interlacing with yours to assure you everything would be okay.

You imagine he’s thinking the same as you if the longing in his eyes is anything to go by. But then the car hits a speed bump, forcing you to break eye contact. He returns to answering your son’s questions and you start playing with your dress again.

When you finally arrive at the Jeong Corporation building, you’re immediately greeted by your former mother-in-law.

She wraps you in her arms as soon as you step out of the car, and if you didn’t know any better, you would say she’s trying to strangle you by the sheer force of her strength.

“My favorite daughter!”

You flush at the greeting, remembering it was her favorite nickname for you. You catch Jaehyun carrying your son from the corner of your eye, his ears blooming red from embarrassment.

“Hi, Mrs. Jeong,” you reply, reciprocating her embrace.

She releases you to step back and take a look at your form. She looks exactly the same as she did three years ago, and you feel her manicured hand stroke your cheek.

“Look at you. Still so beautiful.”

You smile, slowly feeling your nerves dissipate. Maybe Johnny was right — maybe Jaehyun’s family didn’t actually hate you, they just missed you.

Her gaze flickers to her grandson, and she coos at him as she takes him from Jaehyun.

“And here’s my strong tiger! So handsome tonight!”

“Grandma!” Your son exclaims happily, chubby hands wrapping around her neck.

She gestures for you and Jaehyun to follow her inside the building as she begins walking. You share a glance with him before coming to a silent agreement, looping your arm through his in an attempt to show solidarity. You ignore the ache in your feet and the thumping of your heart, keeping your eyes trained on Jaehyun’s mom animatedly speaking to your son. She guides you to the conference room on the main floor, where the party is being held.

She turns to you once you’re at the entrance. “I’m going to take him to meet Yoojin, she’s been begging to meet my grandson. And don’t you two worry, I’ll take him back with us when the party’s over. He needs to spend some quality time with his grandparents! Have a fun night together!”

And before you can protest, she’s disappeared into the crowd, taking your son along for the ride.

Jaehyun curses. “I’m sorry. Let me catch her and let her know we want him to come back to the cabin with us.”

You stop him with a firm tug on his arm. He stares at you in confusion.

“It’s okay, let her take him. She’s right — he hasn’t had quality time with his grandparents for a while.”

He slowly nods and slips his arm back through yours. You both don’t know where to begin for the night now that your conversation helper is gone. The first stop you choose is the open bar while Jaehyun starts his formal thank you parade around the floor. You’re waiting for your drink when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You turn to see Seulgi, who is practically beaming at you.

“I was wondering if it was you!” She giggles and hugs you tightly.

Seulgi worked as head of marketing for Jeong Corporation, and you used to chat with her quite a lot whenever you visited Jaehyun in the office.

“I can’t believe you’re here, I haven’t seen you in forever,” she hums, sitting on the barstool next to you. She tells the bartender her order before focusing back on you. “How have you been?”

“I’m good,” you chuckle, a little floored by her presence. You forgot that attending this party meant you would also be running into all of Jaehyun’s colleagues that you used to be friendly with. “How have you been?”

She huffs. “Swamped with work, but this party is always a nice change of pace. Did you come with Jaehyun?”

You also remember how Seulgi doesn’t beat around the bush.

“Yes, I came with him and our son.”

“Oh, I have to see him before I leave. I bet he’s all grown up now,” she murmurs. “So you’re all back together then?”

“No, no,” you deny, thanking the bartender when your drink arrives. “Jaehyun just invited me as a plus one this year. Or plus two, I guess.”

She hums noncommittally, throwing a mischievous side eye. Actually, in this moment, you realize how much she resembles Johnny.

You feel a hand graze your back. You look up to see Jaehyun, who’s throwing a timid smile in Seulgi’s direction.

“Sorry, can I steal her for a bit?”

Seulgi smirks knowingly. “You can have her for as long as you need, Mr. Jeong.”

His eyes narrow at her before he’s leading you away from the bar, his hand still sitting firmly on your lower back.

“Sorry to interrupt your conversation,” he apologizes in your ear, sending shivers down your spine at the proximity. “I need you to be my shield for these terribly boring conversations or I’ll melt into a puddle on the floor.”

You giggle. “So you’re throwing me into the dumpster fire?”

“More like I’m having you join me in the flames.”

The rest of the night eases your nerves more and more, and it gets to the point where you’re falling back into your old harmony with Jaehyun. You’re exchanging raised eyebrows when people aren’t looking, sharing your portion of small talk with the guests who approach you, and whispering in each other’s ears when a funny joke pops up. Jaehyun’s mom even swings by with your son a couple of times, giving you and Jaehyun the opportunity to spend some time with him together. You even manage to skirt around the straining questions if you two are back together, telling people you’re just here as friendly co-parents.

Despite that, for the first time in a long time, you felt like a family again.

By the end of the night, you’re climbing back into the car with Jaehyun while his parents wave you off, holding your son in their arms and assuring they’ll take good care of him.

Once they disappear out of view, you sink back and relax. Jaehyun laughs at you.

“Long night, huh?”

“My feet are killing me,” you complain, undoing the straps of your heels and tossing them aside.

His hand instantly comes to your neck, slowly massaging the tense muscles. You remember how he used to do that after every socially draining event you attended, and you lean into his touch.

“Thank you.”

The car runs into another speed bump and the movement causes you to grip onto Jaehyun’s arm, pushing your body into his. You gasp and he grabs your waist to steady you.

His hand feels like someone took a searing hot iron to your skin, and you grip his palm out of instinct. Your eyes glance over at him and you find he’s already looking at you, his other hand still resting steady against your pulse.

You don’t know who moves first.

The next sequence of events passes in a flurry, lips smashing together sloppily, hands flying around. You moan into his mouth and he unbuckles both of your seatbelts so you can climb onto his lap.

“Jae,” you groan, feeling his hands lift up your dress, sneaking up your thighs.

“I fucking missed you,” he says, sucking at your neck.

“Please, Jae,” you whimper, hands curled on the collar of his suit.

His hand firmly cups your clothed cunt and you whine loudly. You missed this — missed how rough he would get with you, how he would take you in front of anyone and everyone just to prove you were his. It’s why you got pregnant way before you planned to, and how you uncovered his desire to fill you raw.

“So fucking wet. This pussy’s all wet for me, isn’t that right?” He hisses in your ear, his deep voice causing you to soak your panties even more.

“Just for you, only for you,” you promise.

He captures your lips again as he pushes your underwear to the side, thumb circling your clit. You cry, hips starting to move on their own accord.

You admit, it’s been a long time since you were intimate with anyone, and it’s made you quite sensitive as a result.

“Want to feel it, baby,” his tongue traces your lower lip. You can start to feel drool pooling out of the corners of your mouth, but you know Jaehyun doesn’t care. If anything, he loves it when you’re sloppy like this. “Want to feel you cum around my fingers. Can you do that for me?”

It’s almost as if his words trigger something deep inside of you, because as soon as two fingers slip in, you’re already reaching your climax. He lets you ride out your high, hips moving back and forth on his fingers as if he was just a toy for your pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking hot. Want to breed you so badly, baby.”

You gasp at the thought, pulling him into another searing kiss.

And that’s how Doyoung finds you, straddling Jaehyun’s lap with remnants of your orgasm leaking onto his trousers, lips desperately connected for more.

“Um, we’re back.”

You almost scream and Jaehyun pulls you closer to protect you. In your lustful haze, you failed to realize the car had come to a complete stop and Doyoung had opened the door to help you get out.

You’re incredibly embarrassed but Doyoung used to catch you in way more compromising positions before — one time, he had to uncomfortably barge in on Jaehyun fucking you over his desk because one of his shareholders was about to come in for an important meeting. So the fact that you’re still clothed lessens your shame.

You and Jaehyun waste no time, scrambling out of the car and quickly thanking Doyoung before sprinting into the cabin.

As soon as the door’s closed, Jaehyun’s on his knees, pushing up your dress and dragging your hips until you’re perfectly seated on his face. You hear the rip of your underwear but you don’t even care, fingers flying to grip his hair.

“Pretty girl,” he mumbles, tongue darting out to lick at your folds. His hands grasp your thighs, hard enough to leave bruises. “Ride my face, baby. Like you used to in those stuffy restaurant bathrooms, remember?”

Of course you remember. Every time Jaehyun brought you along to a boring business dinner, you always ended up riding his face in the bathroom just to make the night more interesting.

You channel that feeling you used to get, pushing your cunt on his tongue until you start to feel your wetness dripping down your thighs. You can hear the squelch of your pussy riding Jaehyun’s tongue, and it makes your hips move even faster to chase your release.

“S-So fucking g-good, Daddy,” you whine, your climax building in your stomach. “Gonna cum for you.”

You feel him push away in favor of sucking on your clit, three fingers prodding at your entrance. You cry at the intrusion.

“Too much, Daddy!”

“Gotta get you prepped, baby. You remember how hard it is for you to take my cock?”

You couldn’t forget. Jaehyun had to have the perfect body, almost like he was sculpted by the gods. This meant that he was extremely well endowed and most nights, it usually took a lot of prep for him to even fit halfway into your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hiss when his fingers curl. “Gonna cum, gonna cum.”

You have never felt more grateful to Jaehyun’s mom until that moment, because the sound of your loud moans would normally be leading towards a noise complaint from the neighbors, but since the cabin was the only house for miles, you could be as loud as you want.

Jaehyun coaxes you through your high, abusing your clit until you beg him to stop, pushing him away from the overstimulation.

When he rises up on his feet, it’s like you two are teenagers again. He’s scrambling to take off your dress without damaging it and you’re clumsily pulling at his belt buckle until it gives. Once your dress has fallen to the ground, he throws his suit jacket somewhere and steps out of his slacks.

“No bra?” He groans, mouth immediately latching onto your nipple.

“Doesn’t- fuck, I can’t wear it with the dress. The straps will show.”

He picks you up like a ragdoll, and you find yourself being thrown over the coffee table, breaking at least three mugs along the way.

“Jae, be careful,” you try to scold him.

He doesn’t give a single fuck, taking his cock out and giving himself a few strokes.

“Raw, baby?”

You whimper, spreading your thighs apart in anticipation. “Yes, please, Daddy!”

The stretch of taking him is not unfamiliar, but it definitely fucking hurts.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking big,” you wail, hands gripping his shoulders.

“Have you fucked anyone else? Let anyone else inside what belongs to me?” He asks you, his gaze growing more intense.

There’s that possessiveness you remember. You recall every time anyone would try to flirt with you, Jaehyun would drag you home and fuck you until you cried just to show no one else could make you feel like he does. There was even one instance where he fingered you in front of some poor guy at a club, forcing him to watch as you screamed Jaehyun’s name.

“Just one guy,” you hastily confess. “Johnny set us up but he wasn’t good. He wasn’t anything like you, Daddy.”

He nearly growls at the mention of another man being intimate with you, hands pushing your thighs closer to your chest so he can sink deeper into you.

“I’ll kill him,” he whispers harshly down at you. You open your mouth and he’s fast to spit into it, watching you swallow. “I’ll fucking kill anyone who touches what’s mine.”

You groan, pulling him down so you can kiss him. He starts to thrust into you and it’s like you can feel yourself being split in half.

“Don’t act so innocent,” you breathe into his lips. “I’m sure you did the same.”

“Haven’t fucked anyone since you left,” he admits, bottoming out. You mewl and bring him closer. “I watch those movies we used to make and cum into my hand, wishing it was yours. Isn’t that pathetic?”

Early in your relationship, you and Jaehyun used to make a collection of home movies for your eyes only. It ranged from fucking in your old childhood bed to getting railed on a balcony in Paris. It used to be something for you two to look at when you missed each other, but you haven’t seen one in years. Knowing that he still gets off to them makes you even more wet.

“Fuck, you just got so tight, baby,” he groans. “You like knowing that I can only cum to the thought of you? That I picture filling you up every night, imagining you begging for my cock? Does that turn you on, baby?”

You curse loudly, body feeling like it’s on fire. His fingers trail down to pinch your clit and that sends you over the edge, crying and whimpering as you reach your third orgasm of the night.

Your limbs feel like jelly, but you know Jaehyun’s not even halfway done. He made you orgasm six times in one night before, and ever since then, he’s been trying to beat his record.

You feel him lift you up, still attached to his cock.

“I-I can’t, Jae,” you plead, but you know it’s no use anyways.

He places you down in front of the hallway mirror, where a long table stands beneath it, filled with small trinkets and ornaments. He’s quick to push them off, and you wince when you hear glass breaking.

“Jae-“

“Don’t give a fuck, baby. I’ll replace it later. Hands on the table, eyes on the mirror.”

He turns you around so your ass is facing him, and you whine when he gives it a hard slap. You obey his instructions, placing your palms on the wood and focusing on his predatory look in the mirror.

As he pushes back into you, his hand snakes around your middle, pulling you back onto his cock.

“Tell me,” he taunts in your ear. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

“S-So much,” you sniffle. “I fuck myself with that toy you bought me and I pretend it’s you.”

“Yeah?” He snickers, offering another slap to your ass. “What else?”

“I miss you all the time. Miss how I could go to your office and ride you before your next meeting. Miss sucking your cock dry before you left for work. Miss you filling me up until it was dripping out of my pussy.”

He groans, pressing his face into your shoulder and biting down.

“Tell me,” you whisper, starting to feel vulnerable. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

“You know how much I missed you, baby,” he replies, eyes locked on yours through the mirror. “You know and you never need to ask.”

And there’s no other words that need to be said, because you understand exactly what he means. You almost begin to cry at the thought of him coming home to an empty house, searching through every room for you and your son and finding nothing but empty drawers and naked bed sheets.

“Don’t be sad, baby,” he murmurs, gently thrusting into you. “You know I deserved it.”

“I missed you,” you choke out. “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.”

He tilts the side of your face and pulls you into a kiss, railing you deeper and deeper until your toes scrape the floor.

“Please cum in me, Jae. Please, I need it,” you beg.

“Are you back on birth control, baby?”

You shake your head. “No, but it’s okay. Cum in me raw, it’s okay.”

“Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I do, and I want it,” you whisper to him, interlacing your fingers. “It’s okay, Jae. Fill up my pussy, baby.”

He curses loudly before releasing inside of you, filling you until his cum starts to drip down your thighs.

He’s quick to drop back down to his knees, pulling you to his mouth again so he can send you to another orgasm. You tell him you don’t need another one but he doesn’t listen, fervently eating his cum out of your pussy like it’s his last meal.

You reach your high just like that, with his tongue deep inside you and your hands still gripping the hallway table.

When you come down, he lifts you bridal style and carries you to your bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

—

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a large heater pressed against your back. Except the large heater is actually your ex-fiancé, who’s snoring loudly in your ear.

You smile fondly, thinking about the previous night. You reach to check your phone on the nightstand, and roll your eyes at your unread text messages.

[johnnyjsuh]: so what happened? did he fuck you?

[johnnyjsuh]: oh he FOR SURE fucked you, you’re not even reading my texts rn

[johnnyjsuh]: just confirmed with doyoung

[johnnyjsuh]: have fun whore

You feel Jaehyun stir behind you and you place your phone down. He kisses your temple.

“Mm, good morning, baby. Breakfast in bed?”

You smile at the thought and nod, watching him get up and pull on his boxers. However, there’s a lingering voice in the back of your head and you wish you could stop it before it grows, but it’s impossible.

“Jae?” You question before he’s out the door, and he pauses to look at you. “Why did you never get mad?”

He blinks a few times, processing your question. He walks over and sits at the edge of the bed, and you sit up to look at him properly.

“Why would I get mad? You were doing what was best for you and the little bear.”

“But I never told you. I just-“ you place your head in your hands, guilt washing over you. “I just left you.”

You feel him taking your hands away from your face and he tilts your chin up so he can look at you.

“It was a bad situation, and I caused it. You were right — I never came home, I was overworking myself to prove something to the public, and I lost everything because of it. I needed that wake-up call from you. And I should’ve fought for you, I should’ve begged you to come back, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I convinced myself that you were better off without me, and that the little bear deserved a father who was always present. It’s all my fault and I never want to see you blame yourself for my wrongs.”

You frown, taking your hands in his and staring into his eyes.

“Do you really believe that? That all of the blame should’ve fallen on you?”

He nods meekly, suddenly too embarrassed to meet your stare, looking down at the sheets.

“Jae,” you sigh. “You know our relationship held equal weight on both sides. Did I wish you were more present for us? Of course. But it’s also my fault for never communicating to you how frustrated I was. I just didn’t know how, and it resulted in me running away from the problem instead of working through it. I think about that day all the time — what would’ve happened if I just waited for you to come home? What would’ve happened if I told you how I was feeling? It was too difficult for me to process and as much as I was confident in my decision, a part of me wishes I would’ve stayed and talked through it.”

“But you should’ve never been in that position in the first place,” he replies, looking more heartbroken than you’ve ever seen him. “I knew I was working way too hard for something that might not even be achievable. I was so desperate to be accepted that I forgot about my family. I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

Your eyes well with tears and you wonder how long he’s carried this guilt with him. You lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” you whisper, hands still desperately clutching his. “If you promise me that this time will be different, I want us to be together again. To try and be a family again.”

His eyes sparkle with hope and he kisses you again.

“I promise. I promise I’m here for our family. I’m going to be a better partner and a better father. Thank you.”

“And?” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs, nuzzling his head into your neck playfully.

“And I love you. More than anything in this world.”

His lips chase you until your head hits the pillow. You whine when his hand roughly clutches your waist.

“We-“ he starts to say, kissing down your neck. “We have to go pick up the little bear.”

“In a minute,” you respond, wanting to savor this moment with him. “Let me suck you off first.”

He groans. “Fuck, don’t say shit like that, baby. If we’re on limited time, you know I’m making sure I get you pregnant before you walk out that door.”

You moan. “I’m pretty sure you already did that last night.”

“You never know until a couple of tries later, right?”

He moves to drop his boxers but then he suddenly remembers something, looking bashful as he glances down at you.

“What? What is it?”

“I was a little too rough last night and well, I think your dress got the receiving end of most of it.”

“Jaehyun!”

“I’m sorry, I tried my best not to damage it!”

You roll your eyes and turn over, pushing yourself on your hands and knees.

“Put a baby in me and I’ll forgive you.”

“I fucking love you.”

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February 13th | One-Shot (Woozi)

Rating/genre: M18+, friends-with-benefits to ???; smut 💖, mild fluff Pairings: Fem!Reader x Woozi/Jihoon Warnings: Explicit smut, unprotected vaginal penetration, dom!Woozi, sub!reader, fingering, spanking, mild hair pulling, reader is called 'slut' and 'good girl' Word Count: 2.4k Summary: You never imagined getting this comfortable with your friends-with-benefits situation. But it's getting a bit harder to leave each time...

A/N: Happy Valentine's day, Kelly!! This is my present for @here4btsfics <3 I got assigned Woozi for you so I really hope you like this ahhhh - it's nothing too crazy, a little cute and stuff :P I was so excited to write for you after your incredible secret santa gift for me 😍

You had done what you had come here to do – Jihoon was supposed to be just a guy that you saw sometimes, primarily in a horizontal position.

But now you’d been here for five hours: had some food, received your minimum two mind-numbing orgasms, and watched three episodes of a show with your head on his shoulder or on his thigh like it was now, him propped up against the headboard as you laid across the bed in just a big t-shirt. And you still couldn’t get yourself to actually get up and leave.

“Are you asleep?” he asked quietly, the hand that had been resting on your waist squeezed a bit before sliding down to your hip.

“Mm, no,” you said, albeit a bit sleepily. It was only in the last couple minutes that you’d started to feel like you could doze off. Right here, just like this.

He chuckled, leaning forward to look down at you and your closed eyes. “Oh, really?”

“Ah, maybe I should go,” you threw out, taking in a deep breath as you lifted off his thigh about to turn to look at him.

But then his hand was tugging on the back of your shirt, bunching it up so your ass was on display, his other hand touching your head lightly, prompting you to put it right back down. “You can stay, you know.”

You didn’t know, in fact. He’d never offered and you’d kind of wondered if he ever would. Because as much as the two of you spent the easiest times together and the sex was super hot, there hadn’t been any suggestion from either of you so far that it would be more than that. There was a bit of a game to be played, the tip-toeing around things, trying to get a glimpse of what the other may be thinking without showing your own cards.

“Can I?” you asked, just a hint of tease in your voice. He’d said it so casually, like it was nothing. And you supposed it was. But as much as you’d spent hours in his bed doing just this, the two of you had never actually slept next to one another. And tonight would kind of be a strange night to choose to do so for the first time.

“If you want.” His hand caressed over the bare skin of your hip, strong gym-callused palm curving over the roundness of your ass to the back of your thigh before dipping down to brush very close to your core.

You wiggled a bit, a small smile pushing up on your lips as you held onto his thigh, hugging to it. “It’s kind of late though,” you replied, though now you were just trying to bug him, which seemed like a safer play than appearing really into the idea of staying over. “I should probably get home.”

His hand tapped lightly on one cheek before squeezing it firmly. “I don’t think you should.”

Why did that feel so good to hear coming from his stoic lips? “It’s late though,” you repeated, rolling back slightly to be able to look up at him, his beautiful broad chest right in your face.

“Just stay over,” he said, his eyes still on the TV even as he squeezed once more, his teeth sinking into his lip a bit at the feel of your ass in his hand.

Oh, so he was serious about that. You rolled back forward, wiggling your ass once more and earning another light slap that made you smirk. “I guess I could do that.”

“You guess you could do that?” he repeated, now more teasing himself as his hand dipped between your legs, pressing gently at your puffy lips until his fingertips were slipping between them to find a touch of wetness, already there after just a few smacks. It was that easy.

You pretended to ignore it, not making a sound despite your top leg slipping forward a couple inches, allowing him more access.

“Mmm,” he hummed out nice and low. Beginning to slowly play with you as the show continued playing, he stayed quiet other than his steady breaths, a soaked finger slipping up to your clit to brush over it in circles, making your legs close instinctively before you were opening them up again, needing the touch.

When you breathed out a gasped little sigh, his other hand moved, tightening in your hair.

“Just gonna let me play with you like this while we watch?” His voice was thick with lust.

“I’m really into the show, so…” you said, knowing he would be smirking in response behind you.

He let out another low hum, throaty, like he couldn’t help it coming out. God, it was doing a lot for you. It always did when he made noise. He was characteristically quiet, even in bed, but he was starting to get more vocal with you – you assumed it just took him a bit to get comfortable – and now every little sound that he would make would send a jolt to your core. Every little sound felt like a prize.

You settled in, eyes on the shapes moving on the screen but none of it was registering with the way he was rubbing over you, experimenting with his rhythm and pressure until you couldn’t help the tiny whimper of pleasure that you were attempting to stifle.

“Scoot up,” he said suddenly, removing his hand and tapping lightly on your ass.

Without questioning it, you slid your body along his so now your hips were over his thick thighs, your chest and head hugging a pillow instead. Which would’ve been a downgrade if not for the fact that he was now maneuvering both of his hands to your core, one underneath your body to resume the gentle swirls over your clit while the other slid over your ass cheek until his fingertips were brushing against your entrance, now incredibly wet once again.

He didn’t say anything else, just got to work, showing off his expert coordination in how he played you with one, then two, then – once your body was begging for it – three fingers sinking into your slippery cunt, so easily plucking along until you were moaning incessantly into the pillow, your hips grinding in a graceless manner.

“You still watching?” he asked.

“Yeah – of course,” you gasped out, turning your head back to the screen though your eyes were closed, brows drawn together. Both hands clinging to the pillow, you moaned once more, already giving up on any desire to play along. He just felt too good, the strokes of his hands not aggressive but firm and consistent enough that you could easily see yourself coming in another minute flat. Just from this.

“Keep watching,” he said quietly, pulling a strained little chuckle from you.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Feels too good.”

“You like my hands?”

“Fucking love your hands,” you said, so drunk on the feeling that you didn’t even care how enthusiastic it came out.

His speed picked up slightly, only making you whimper again and prompting more involuntary rolls from your body as it searched for release.

“Oh my god,” you moaned into the pillow, pushing your whole face into it now before deciding to just bite down on it.

“Mmm, this pussy is so good,” he mused through clenched teeth, almost as though he was talking more to himself than to you, the wet sounds from his movements emphasizing his words. “Can feel you squeezing me. You gonna come for me, Y/N?”

You groaned around the plush fabric stuffed in your mouth, knowing full well that his words did not require a real answer. He knew now all the tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm but liked to ask anyway just to drive you crazy. Like every time, it had you squeezing around him tighter, the teasing tone in his voice always compounding the feelings bubbling inside you.

“Want you to come on my fingers. Then you’re gonna come on my cock again. Gonna fill you up so good,” he spoke against your muffled curses that were just getting louder and harder to contain.

God, yes, please. The rest of you was starting to tense; you could feel yourself right on the edge, his thick fingers pumping into you now with vigour, your arousal running down between your legs, soaking his fingers where he was rubbing your throbbing clit over and over.

“That’s it. Come for me… good little slut. Making such a mess all over my lap,” he demanded, his low voice jerking with his movements.

“Oh, fuck,” you sobbed into the pillow as you went over, your pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as they continued to fuck into you harshly, hooking down just right to send surges of pleasure through you. “Oh, fuck, oh my god. Fuck, I’m coming–” you gasped, barely getting the words out before a loud groan of pleasure took over, your body practically convulsing in his lap when he didn’t bother to slow down, carrying you thoroughly through ever second of your climax until you were limp and whimpering in the aftermath.

How he had managed to make you come harder with his hands than you ever had with your own was fucking beyond you.

As soon as he was satisfied with your ruin, he was flipping himself over you, nudging your legs open with his knee and pulling his fat cock out to sink into you, the stretch once again significant, never ceasing to suck the air from your lungs. It was enough to pull hearty moans from both your lips at the grip you had on him, still pulsing from your high as he pushed into you deep until you could feel him in your guts.

“God, Jihoon,” you whined, unsure of whether he could even hear you over the sounds of skin slapping together. He was not taking it easy, not in the slightest, after having gotten so hard playing with you, clearly to the point of being unable to hold himself back.

“Gonna fuck you so full,” he groaned. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” he added just as he gripped it tightly with both hands. Keeping his hold on you with one, he lifted the other hand only to bring it back down a second later with a satisfying crack, the shock of pain, dulled by all the other sensations, still enough to have you whimpering into the mattress.

You’d abandoned the pillow, now full-on grabbing hold of the sheets to keep you rooted in one place. When he slowed all of a sudden, you automatically began to fuck back onto him, refusing to lose the start of another orgasm that he had been pulling from you.

“Ah, fuck. Good girl.” He punctuated the words with another smack, this time on the opposite side, sure to leave equally obscene red marks on both cheeks. It wasn’t long before he was meeting your movements again, pushing his length in those extra few centimetres at an angle that had your toes curling.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” you breathed out in a bit of a disbelieving chuckle.

“Yeah, you are. Give me another one.” Another slap followed by him gripping your hip tightly to be able to start ramming in harder and faster. “Give me another and then I’ll come in this perfect pussy.”

You gave up on moving, letting him take over as you helped yourself along with your hand, the build-up too fast and easy with his words and his big cock and the rapid roll of his hips, filling up your tight hole over and over. “Oh my god,” you sobbed for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

“Yes, yes, fuck,” he groaned above you, his pace unwavering as his hands held you firmly in place, only leaving momentarily to land one more hard smack to your jiggling ass.

In the next breath, you were gone, hand gripping so tightly to the sheets that you felt you could rip them, drool no doubt dribbling out of your mouth into a small wet circle under you. “Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck!”

Even as he was went over as well, you were still coming, muscles buzzing, your euphoria only furthered by the guttural jerked sounds of release dropping from his mouth as he pumped his cum inside you.

With one last hard thrust, his voice broke off into a whine and it was the sexiest thing ever, hearing him ruin himself too by using your body, cock still twitching inside of you as he emptied his balls.

You were both breathing heavy, frozen in place as your body continued to tighten around him voluntarily, now overworked to the point of slight insensitivity.

“God,” he whispered before taking in a sharp exhale as he pulled slowly out of you, one hand staying on your ass to rub a few gentle circles over the hand-shaped evidence.

You drew in on yourself, flipping to your side with closed legs to be able to turn yourself around next to him where he had settled on his back, one hand coming up to wipe at the sweat on his brow. “Fuck, now I’m really going to fall asleep,” you joked softly in your tired fucked-out voice. “Jesus Christ.”

He chuckled and it was fucking cute, even after all that.

When you turned your head to look over at him, he was smirking, eyes unfocused on the ceiling. “I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow, fuck.”

“Good,” he said, and after a moment he was meeting your eyes as well. “Ah, wait, does that mean no morning sex?”

Your eyebrows knitted together, a grin pulling on your lips. “You do realize it’s February 13th, right?”

It took him a second then he let out a singular laugh. He definitely had not realized. “... So?”

“So… you know what comes after 13, right?” you teased.

He rolled on to his side, closer, sending you an unimpressed look.

“Seriously though, tell me. Because I’m about to pass out.”

“Yeah, stay,” he said breezily though he didn’t meet your gaze, instead watching his own hand as it mapped over your waist to your lower back.

“You sure?”

He just rolled his eyes and shushed you, pulling you roughly into him to shut you up. One beefy arm under your neck, the other curling around your waist, he wrapped you up tightly against him.

“Mm, ok,” you hummed around a smile, almost too quietly to hear, before nuzzling into his warm chest.

A/N: i promise myself i would not be too ambitious and make this a whole thing like i've been doing lately! so i'm proud of myself for keeping it under 3k and pretty much just smut hehe. i hope you enjoyed, kelly baby - it's been so lovely getting to know you over the past couple of months <3

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1 - ꜱᴘɪᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ - ꜱᴀɴ

ʟɪᴀʀ, ʟɪᴀʀ

pairing: san x fem! reader

summary: you’ve finally had enough of your friend’s insufferable older brother.

genre: smut

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: reader and san are a few years apart but the age isn’t specified, dom leaning! reader, sub leaning! san, san is a huge asshole with an agenda, misogyny, mention of condoms (though it’s not used/don't be like them and wrap it up!), brief manhandling, dirty talk, degradation (m/f receiving), spit play, (unprotected) cowgirl, creampie, brief oral (receiving), cum eating

a/n: day one of february filth fest let’s gooooo ✨ i love the idea of being friends with someone that has a hot annoying older brother so i had to write this, but this is the hate sex prompt so i turned the dial up to a hundred 👀 also im sorry this ended up being so long i was just really into it ;; enjoy, lovelies 🖤

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You rang the doorbell of your friend’s house, shifting from foot to foot with your overnight bag starting to slip off your shoulder. The door opened, prompting you to put on a friendly smile, only for it to disappear when you saw her older brother standing there instead of her.

San looked you up and down, studying your thin tank top that exposed your midriff, his dark eyes mostly focusing on your nonexistent athletic shorts. “I didn’t know hookers offered their services door to door now. How much for a blow job?”

“I’d rather blow my brains out.” Scowling, you tried to push past him, but he blocked the door, leading you to press your hands into his broad chest, feeling his muscles tense up underneath your hands. “Will you move?”

Meanwhile, your friend came out of the kitchen and stood in the hall, watching you both from afar, suspicion etched into her features, though you couldn’t see it underneath the face mask she was wearing.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” he returned loudly, pouting, eyeing his sister out of his peripheral vision for a second, before leaning in closer to you to whisper, “Say please, you dumb cunt.”

Despite being incredibly pissed off, you resisted the urge to clock San in his obnoxiously pretty face, knowing his sister was standing there. “Please. Jesus Christ, are you happy now, you fucking weirdo?”

San rolled his eyes at your reaction, moving out of the way and closing the door behind you. He grabbed your bag from your shoulder and slung it over his own. “I’ll take this up to my sister’s room for you.”

You watched him begin to walk away, opening your mouth for a second, but not saying anything, figuring it wasn’t worth it. After, you greeted your friend and put on a face mask as well when she offered it to you. The night continued as planned: you both watched a few episodes of your favorite show, shared the details of your latest dick appointments, and scrolled on your phones for a while. As time drew closer to 12, your friend eventually got a call from a guy she was seeing. She walked away to her room to talk to him, leaving you alone on the couch.

“So, you’re not down for a blowjob, but how about a quick fuck?” you heard her older brother’s unmistakably smug voice coming from the hallway.

“Oh my god, will you fuck off?” You didn’t even bother to look up from your phone, only peeling your eyes away from it when he plopped down onto the couch next to you.

“You know, I heard all about the guys you’ve been sucking and fucking this week alone, you whore,” he remarked, licking his lips. “So, come on. I got a condom and everything.” He waved the gold packet in front of your face, patting one of his large thighs with his free hand.

You sat up on your knees, eyeing the condom, realizing he took the extra one you saved inside your bag. “Did you steal that from my bag? Give me that!”

San held the condom out of your reach when you made a move to grab it, finding it entertaining how desperate you were to take it back. “Jesus, you’re not even trying. Are you this pathetic in bed too? Guys will just fuck anything with a hole these days, huh?”

With your resentment towards him boiling over in an instant, you shoved San down onto the couch cushion and straddled him, holding one of his arms down while you finally grabbed the condom with your other hand, accidentally tearing it from how aggressive you were.

“Y/N?” your friend mumbled, standing in the hallway, looking at you both with wide eyes, assuming the worst.

“It’s not…” You dropped the torn condom, not knowing if you could possibly explain yourself. “We’re not…”

San’s whole demeanor changed in front of you, his lips forming a frown, his eyebrows drawing upwards as though he were about to cry. “I told her to stop, Sis…but, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She kept telling me that she was going to take my virginity, whether I liked it or not…”

You glared down at San, knowing damn well he wasn’t a virgin — though his sister required proof. You climbed off of her brother and took your phone out, finding the screenshot you took of his (insert dating app) bio and showing it to her.

“Look. See, he’s lying!”

Your friend looked at your screen that depicted San taking a mirror selfie, smiling smugly and lifting his shirt just barely enough to show his v-line. “How does this prove he’s lying? He doesn’t even have anything in his bio. It’s just a picture.”

You tapped your phone screen, nodding your head. “Exactly. It’s blank. People who leave their bios blank are just there to fuck!”

She blinked at you in silence for a bit, leaving you staring back and slowly pushing your phone back into your pocket. “Y/N, can you come to my room for a minute? We need to talk,” she said so seriously that it struck fear inside your heart.

“Y-yeah.” You watched your friend disappear down the hall, not feeling confident about the way she clenched her fists before she left.

“Looks like you fucked up,” San mused, getting up from the couch and patting your shoulder, his fingers squeezing into it.

You gave him the same scowl you always seemed to offer him. “She’ll understand when I explain.”

He simply shook his head, a few of his dyed blue locks falling into his eyes, giving you a smirk that was even more insufferable than usual. “Let’s see who she believes: her bitch friend who’s only good at getting her cunt filled, or her poor, innocent older brother who almost got taken advantage of.”

She stood in the middle of her room, her arms folded across her chest, glaring daggers at you. “San was right. You’ve been waiting this whole time to do something to him. All the constant flirting and touching made it so obvious. I should’ve known.”

You stood near the door, trying to understand the bullshit that was taking place in front of you. “Are you serious? I can’t stand him!”

“Oh, please!” She rolled her eyes, sneering at you. “That’s just an act! I have eyes, Y/N. I can see the way you look at him. And I literally saw you on top of him just now! You probably traumatized him!”

“Traumatized him? He was the one who stole the condom I keep for emergencies from my bag, then brought it to me and asked for a quick fuck!”

“Now you’re just making shit up.” She shook her head, letting out a long sigh, making her final decision. “I think you should go.”

“But–”

“I said, go!” She turned away from you, hearing you let out a sigh as well, but looked back at you over her shoulder. “Please.”

“Okay…I’m going…” You picked up your bag and left her room, but instead of leaving the house, you made a beeline for the basement, knowing San used it as his room and headed down the flight of stairs to swing his door open. Without giving him a chance to protest, you tossed your bag on the floor, shutting the door behind you.

Shocked, San lifted his head up from his pillow, pulling his earbuds out. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What the fuck are you doing? Your sister hates me now because of you!”

San sat up, his blanket falling from his body, revealing he was shirtless, giving you a clear view of his muscular body, his sweatpants hanging off of his hips. “I don’t know what you mean…”

Getting angrier by the second, you walked up to his bed, and due to being mildly distracted, you raked your fingers through your hair, eventually pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Stop playing dumb, you shithead. She thinks I was trying to fuck you earlier! What kind of bullshit is that?”

He smirked, suddenly grabbing your hand and pulling you closer, his eyelids lowering. “Is that not what you were doing? Why were you on my lap then?”

You tried not to look into his half-lidded eyes for too long, afraid of what would happen if you did. “I wasn’t! I was just trying to take what you stole from me!”

“Mm, I think you wanted an excuse to get on top of me.” He ran his thumb over your knuckles, changing his plan of attack. “You act all pissed off all the time, but you actually like the way I treat you, huh?”

You tried to pull your hand away, but couldn’t because of his tight grip, gritting your teeth. “Shut the fuck up.”

San suddenly yanked you down onto his bed and climbed on top of you, pinning your hands above your head. “Just admit that I make you wet every time I call you a bitch or a cunt. I know a slut like you likes that kind of shit.”

Pursing your lips, you sent a wad of spit onto San’s angular cheekbone, prompting him to reach up to touch it and gaze down at you, a small sigh escaping his throat. You used this opportunity to reverse your positions, your legs tucked at his sides, holding his wrists down instead, already feeling his cock pressing into your clothed cunt. “You’re the one who’s hard right now. I bet you’ve been waiting for this day to come — for your little sister’s friend to come into your room and hold you down like this. Sick fuck.”

San’s breath hitched, knowing he could overpower you, but choosing to stay still. His vulnerable expression only lasted for a split second before his usual cocky smile tugged at his plush lips. “So, are you going to ride my dick or not?”

“You’re so fucking gross,” you muttered, yanking his sweatpants down and freeing his hardened cock, only to lift yourself up and push your sleep shorts to the side.

San could barely handle the visual of your bare pussy already dripping with arousal, let alone the feeling of how tight your entrance was when his cockhead made contact with it. “Oh my god…”

You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, trying not to moan from the sensation of him filling you up completely. “God, look at your face. You’re disgusting.”

San figured he was already drooling at this point. He couldn’t help it. He was finally living out one of his reoccurring fantasies — the one that always made him cum the hardest, but you didn’t have to know that. Trying not to moan, he attempted to regain some sort of hold over you, replying, “I may be disgusting, but so are you.” He bit his bottom lip, angling his head down to admire the space where your heated bodies connected. “I can feel how fucking wet you are. Stupid slut.”

Though your cheeks were flushed and your body was buzzing with excitement, you leaned in towards San, your hair tickling his face and skin. His cloudy eyes focused on yours, barely able to take a proper breath once he saw the indifference on your face.

You couldn’t keep yourself from smiling when you brought your lips to his ear, murmuring, “Just shut up and take it.”

Soon enough, you were moaning and panting, almost at your limit, having ridden San until the spring inside you was about to come undone. “Open your mouth,” you commanded him, grabbing his jaw when he just laid there groaning from how aggressively you were bringing yourself down onto his cock.

“I said, open your fucking mouth.” You squeezed his jaw, letting out a delighted chuckle when he opened up and stuck his small tongue out, a look of desperation on his sweat-covered face. “That’s what I thought. Now, say ‘ahh’ for me.”

“Ahh,” San obeyed, his cock twitching against your slick, pulsing walls.

You slowed your pace down a bit, gathering up some saliva inside your mouth and spitting it out onto his tongue, some of it shooting into the back of his throat. “Swallow, whore.”

“Fuck…” Feeling it drip down his tongue, San emitted a low, guttural moan, slowly swallowing your spit down, knowing he was about to cum once you began to ride him even faster than before. "Again..."

Smirking, you indulged his request, hovering over him and pushing two fingers into your throat, encouraging more saliva to fill up inside. Admiring San's needy expression, you pursed your lips, letting a few thick strings of saliva drip down onto his tongue, feeling your cunt pulsing around his throbbing length.

San swallowed your spit down, letting out another moan, his brown eyes blown out with desire. He had never been this stimulated in his life. If only he had brought you to your breaking point sooner. "Can you do that again?"

“Uh-uh. Just be quiet now. I'm...so...close," you breathed out, wanting to insult him for being so desperate, but unable to do so from how euphoric you were feeling. Seeing San in such a powerless state proved to be pleasurable for you, causing you to sit up straight and toss your head back, unable to keep yourself from emitting sounds of intense pleasure, your abundant arousal leaking out around the base of his dick. "Oh, fuck...that's it..."

Licking his lips, San reached up to grab your hips, pumping himself into you, his movements sloppy and desperate. "I'm going to...cum..."

You angled your face to glare down at him, trying to catch your breath, growling, “You better not cum inside me. I’ll kill you.”

"Oh god..." Your warning sent San barreling over the edge, his fingertips digging into your soft skin, shooting his load deep inside you, unable to keep himself from letting out a long, drawn-out groan.

"Mm, I guess I shouldn't expect a dumb whore like you to listen to directions." You shook your head, before crawling up his body and positioning your knees near either side of his head, your swollen cunt dripping onto his face. “Clean up your fucking mess.”

San spread your lips apart, diving in, his tongue eagerly lapping up what gushed out of you, not caring that most of it was his own salty load.

You chuckled, gripping his hair tightly, hearing him whimper from the pain. The immense satisfaction you reveled in was almost worth being harassed by San for so long. Almost. “Swallow it all, you nasty slut.”

San obeyed your command, swallowing it all down until he was very familiar with how he tasted. He made a mental note to not complain whenever his fuck-buddies refused to swallow from now on.

"Good boy..." you sighed, letting go of his hair, causing San's head to fall back onto the pillow beneath him. Once you fully came down, you got up from the bed and walked across the room to unzip your bag, putting on the hoodie you brought, knowing it would be freezing outside.

San cleared his throat and wiped his mouth, blowing a bit of hair out of his line of sight. “You know, my sister was right, in a way. Since you ended up fucking me.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess, but it’s not like it’s going to happen again.”

He sat up, leaning his back against the headboard, trying to look unbothered, but doing a shit job at it. “Why not?”

“She doesn’t want me around you, dumbass. Plus, you really think I even want to be near someone that routinely treats me like shit?”

He tilted his head to the side, confusion taking over his flushed features. “But…you fucked me.”

“And?” Once you swung your bag over your shoulder, you opened his door, stopping to glance back at him for a moment.

He simply sat there, staring back at you, knowing he didn't have any room to argue.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a tool, things would be different." You wondered what would’ve happened if San had approached you differently, but you didn't dwell on it too long, continuing, "Anyway, later, dickhead.” You gave him a wave, then walked away, not bothering to shut his door.

San watched you leave, gripping his damp sheets. He felt like he might’ve made a mistake treating you the way he did, but at the end of the day, it was worth it. He eventually licked his lips, tasting the salty residue, smiling to himself. Yeah, it was completely worth it.

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oh my god this was so amazing? Every action was so believable all the dialogue felt realistic… usually the beginning of a “idol shared their significant other” is a little bumpy and I’m just like “can we get to the sex” but I was enjoying that tension.

Better Than Me? | Part 1 (San, Wooyoung, Yunho, Seonghwa)

Rating/genre: M(18+), established relationship, also friends to fucking; smut 💖 Pairings: Fem!Reader x San, Fem!Reader x Wooyoung, Fem!Reader x Yunho, Fem!Reader x Seonghwa Warnings: Explicit smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, taunting/teasing, dom!San, bratty-ish sub!reader, lost/confused other members lol, San is such a shit honestly, debatably dub-con (reader says ‘no’ and while we know she’s into it, there’s no way for the others to know at first), she has a safeword and they mention it but she doesn’t use it, manhandling, reader is small/weak enough to be easily restrained by San, degradation/humiliation, reader gets called a slut, brat and good girl, also pet names ‘baby’, ‘jagi’ and ‘sweetheart’, reader wears a skirt, bra and panties Word Count: 5.5k Summary: It’s always been just a harmless game, flirting with your boyfriend, San’s, good friends. He’s even in on it. But one night, he starts pushing things further than ever before.

A/N: This might not be for everyone. It is sort of dub-con at first so if you are not down for that PLEASE heed this warning and DO NOT read. I do not want anyone triggered because of this. The activities that take place have been very loosely (read: jokingly) discussed with reader prior but no explicit consent was given and what happens could be seen as coercion because she does sort of fight it and appears unsure at first.

“Shhh, baby…Do you want the guys to hear how much of a slut you are?”

Without thinking, you had nodded, too caught up in the bliss of San’s fingers working inside of you.

He already knew you found his friends attractive; you’d talked about it before. And it didn’t really seem to bug him. Mostly he liked to taunt you about it, usually when he was deep inside you – thought it was funny that you found all of them hot but he was the one that got to have you.

But to the point where you actually wanted them to hear your moans? That, he hadn’t exactly been expecting.

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Title | Creepin’

Pairing | University student!Mark x reader ft. nct dream (minor appearances)

Warning (s) | minors dni! NSFW, Use of swear words, really mean!Mark, stalker and simp reader, solo masturbation, rough handling, degradation, name-calling, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, smut, unprotected sex (please wear protection!), creampie, public rough sex

Word count | 2.8 k ish…?

Song(s) | Toxic - RealestK, U&I - The NBHD

“Hey, time to go.”

The familiar voice of your friend stirred you out of your nonsensical dream, causing what seemed to be an audible gasp from her when you reached out so suddenly, all startled.

“Dude.”

“It’s always this fucking bean bag, sorry.” You mumbled, letting her hand go. You carefully stood up to stretch, the mini blanket you brought landing on the carpet floor. “How long was I out?”

Your friend glanced on her wristwatch with a hum. It downed to you that it was indeed time to go when you saw her with her coat on, books on-hand. You retrieved your blanket off the floor and folded it carefully.

“Like two hours tops? Our bus comes in like fifteen.”

“Well, you can go. I’m gonna get my sis to pick me up later instead.” You say, wanting to stay at least another hour to make up for the supposedly “study” date but you were so exhausted and told your friend you’d take a twenty nap only to end up sleeping for two hours.

You didn’t tell her to wake you up after twenty though, and you didn’t set an alarm too thinking your body would do the favour for you but that was still a dumb decision especially when the small booth you rented with her had a really comfortable looking bean-bag where students rest or even go as far as sleep on.

Unfortunately, you’re always a victim (and so is everybody else).

“What! You’re ditching me agaaaain,” She grumbled, bottom lip jutting out trying to spite you but she knew you’d just chuckle at her cute efforts.

“You literally get off the bus after five stops and leave me dude. But seriously, go home your pup’s probably looking for you right now.”

“Right! Ok, fine text me when you’re safe and sound though ok? Don’t want to lose my “study” buddy who loves getting her beauty sleep.”

Your opened your mouth to try and come up with a smart insult but you sighed, a matching smile gracing the both of you.

“You had no right to say that! But hey, I’m often available for you so…”

“True! I’ll see you next time then and will text you if we end up renting a different booth.”

Your friend blew a flying kiss which you jokingly grimaced at and made sure to escort her out of the entrance, reminding her to text you when she’s home (and if she could send a pic of her new pup too through messages you’d truly appreciate that) before you made your way back to the booth.

The clock read 5:45 pm and the window was absent of any daylight, plunging the whole room in semi-darkness until you decided it would be best to turn the lamp on which had been plugged to the table for use.

You spend another thirty minutes typing up study material for the incoming finals season until you slowly packed your things, one hand trying to rub the threatening surge of sleep terrorizing your eyes.

You stretched your arms above your head before you slipped your coat on, humming to yourself as you informed your sister you’d be home a little later and to not lock the gates so it’d be easier for you to get in especially when it’s dark out now and there were way too many creeps lurking in the alleyways of your neighbourhood despite the cold mid-October weather.

You could get her to pick you up — the option was there but you like taking public transit even at this hour because you knew it’d still be somewhat full and if it wasn’t, you didn’t mind having time for yourself as you drown yourself in music from your headphones, gaze falling to the window next to you as you watched a whole strip of sidewalks and tall buildings with an occasional bridge on sight.

You saw your friend’s message and replied back to it too, grinning at the picture of her pup learning a new trick. You sent her a quick reply before heading downstairs to make your way to the second floor of the library. There were still a lot of people at this hour so you weren’t really worried about being alone at this time.

Sometimes, you do stay just before 10 am but that usually takes place when there’s a group research, or if you need to do more studying. Studying at home didn’t really work for you, especially when your desk is just right next to your cozy-looking bed so the university’s gigantic library was the best option.

You tuck your phone into your pocket as you rounded yourself into another wing, your brain automatically leading you to your destination; another row of open study booths near the science department.

With your headphones strapped on, you search for an empty table near the dim-lit hall, claiming the one facing one of the meeting rooms filled with students majoring in medicine. The room in front of you is usually booked by the same group of people, one of them being your long-time crush for two years now.

Mark Lee.

You grin to yourself when you propped your laptop open, noticing the familiar head full of dark hair above the transparent glass along with those signature doe eyes. You can’t see the rest of his face because of the frosted glass but you could tell what expression he had. He looked quite focus, typing something down so intensely. He would look at the speaker (that being Jaemin, which your friend knew since they did share a class once back when they were taking classes for faculty admissions) then nod to himself. He would raise his hand too for the sole purpose of sharing his opinions on whatever topic they’re discussing.

Sometimes, you find yourself wondering why you didn’t gun for nursing just like them but you weren’t good with blood and nursing didn’t interest you just like the rest of the medical-related jobs. It was on demand, yes, but you were perfectly fine with pursuing finance. It promised great money, though, it would have been nice if you were in the same field as your crush. At least then you’d have the same interest and that would count as some sort of a connection between you and him.

However, there’s a part of you not wanting to get it out there and to actually introduce yourself to Mark, try to see if he’d give you his number or go off the rails with your imaginations and delusions running wild in your head. You like to think you’re not that crazy, just a little weird for thinking about Mark that way when he could turn out to be the worst guy in the planet but so far, there was no indication of that or him having a girlfriend at all. If he had, you’d find out by now but even then, you think it won’t stop you from liking him for a reason you don’t really like to admit.

You liked to follow him around, peeking in small corners and sometimes attend some of his out-of-school activities with your friend or alone, and you were quite consistent, though you made sure you stood far away from him so you can watch him play and have fun without having him figure it all out and confront you as to why you’ve been steadily following him around for two years now.

You don’t even follow him on social media because his account is private but you do visit his profile sometimes, even going as far on keeping track of his friends with accounts set to public like Chenle, another promising nurse from their group. He would come through often with pictures that involve Mark and you would take screenshots here and there and save all of it in the hidden category in case your friend needed to use your phone.

Most of them knew about your crush on Mark but not to that extent.

One of them did go with you to attend two of his rugby matches but they thought it was just that and you weren’t going to go home to sift through any local newspapers online or stalk the rugby league he’s a part of.

You knew it was getting unhealthy, maybe it might scare anyone off if they did find out but you kept it a bay.

It was like your dirty little secret and crushing on him was just so fun, especially when he has zero idea about it all. You’ve never even made an eye-contact with him and you’re not really sure why that doesn’t upset you.

You just don’t want to be acknowledged, that’s all. It’s a bizarre thing to say but if Mark did find out and decided to do something about it, you think you’d probably want to run away and never be seen again so up until now, you did nothing to earn his attention nor tried anything to have him befriend you.

When you have decided it was time to go after what seemed like forever, you cast a final glance to where Mark and his friends were. They were still inside, no longer having a discussion but rather chatted about where they’re going tonight. It’s Friday after all and you know they always had plans every Friday. You made no effort to follow him when it came to that though… Not when you have no car and for some reason, you didn’t want to find out where he lived even when a friend told you they all lived in a suburban neighbourhood close by the university unlike you who resided on the north side opposite of theirs which required you to take two buses to get home.

It didn’t bother you though.

You’ve always wanted to attend this particular university even if you could have settled for the smaller one ten minutes from home, and if moving there for the sake of your safety (especially on nights like this) was on the table but that would mean you’d have to stop following Mark, you wouldn’t even opt for it. Not even in a heartbeat.

Mark, you find, is like some sort of a God you idolize. You think about him whenever you do anything, especially when you’re studying.

Seeing him be so diligent and fully committed in doing well in school inspired you to do same, if not better. So moving away from him would probably affect you drastically. You’ve had it in your head every passing time whenever you’re met with a possibility of getting physically assaulted or yanked off the streets in the dead of the night from university but whenever you make it back home safe and sound, it gives you some sort relief until it turned into an endless cycle.

And you weren’t going to give it all up.

He was your lucky charm through it all and you’d like to keep pushing until God knows when.

You’re not sure when either but you’re having fun and that’s all that matters, right?

“Yo, let’s go.”

Your gaze flew back to your keyboard, refusing to check whoever walked out of the room.

You waited until they all left, only checking back until you could only make out Mark’s black backpack as they headed downstairs. He wore all black today but kept his navy scrub pants on. You’ve seen him wear full on scrubs from time to time and he looked too great — his broad shoulders causing you to go all numb on the spot.

It was made for him and you couldn’t help but ogle whenever he put on fitted clothes. It gets even worse when you see him with his rugby uniform on, and although it’s a sin to admit what you do after every match you’d voluntarily attend just to see him play, you can’t help but release the ache you feel between your legs. Not only do you love his face but his lean, muscular body too especially his strong thighs.

There have been so many thighs where you dreamed of him having so close to you, even going as far as doing things to him you’ve never done to a boy before and it only spiralled to constant wet dreams that drove you nuts. It would piss you off quite often too because then you’d think about it whenever you space out in public which yanked you to a sudden jolt of embarrassment coursing through your bloodstream.

He was just so hot, and even if you felt guilty for having those type of sinful thoughts about someone who doesn’t even know you, you think it might be the “thrill” that drew your near the edge.

The thrill of him not knowing…

The thrill of him looking so busy and unbothered just a few feet from you when he gets you all worked up in your imaginations…

He doesn’t even know anything…

Anything at all…

You squeeze your thighs together, sighing under your breath as you waited inside the glass shelter, looking forward to go home and shower — specifically thinking of the new shower head you bought for yourself with different water pressure points, only using it for your pleasure with that one person wrecking havoc in your head like always.

It was fun. So much fun.

You find yourself being his shadow for the next month. It might have gotten worse, you think.

You’ve never touched him though.

By worse, it meant you followed him almost every day but made sure he didn’t actually notice. You were good with your methods especially now that you have car for a while since your mom will be out of town for two months if not more. She gave you the liberty of using it so you can get better at driving especially when it’s now the month of December and it started to snow heavily, making it difficult for you to take the bus home.

You hum, unbuckling your seatbelt as you parked right in front of moon drive in, a diner Mark and the boys frequented to. Sometimes there would be girls tagging along but none of them were with Mark. You did come close to hearing one of them flirt with him though but he’d only laugh it off and you can’t help but snicker to yourself as you listened to their conversations behind your seat.

This would be the fourth time you went. It was originally for the purpose of “following” Mark but you find yourself coming back for your usual — classic fries and beef burger paired with a strawberry milkshake. You even brought one of your friends here last week but tonight you came alone craving a fast food fix. You didn’t even think of Mark at all but much to your surprise, he was actually there with Haechan and Renjun (more names to label very familiar faces) and they were laughing about something you can’t quite pinpoint.

It was around midnight now and you planned to just do a take-out and go straight home so you waited inside, acting oblivious about them being there.

It didn’t take quite long until your take-out bag was ready so you made a move, walking out of the diner and to your car. You think of how gorgeous Mark looked tonight even if it was just a quick glimpse you had greedily stolen before you drove off, a grin on your face.

What you didn’t know though, was when your back was completely turned to them when you were paying for your order, Mark spared you a glance, head tilted to the side.

And when you left, you completely missed the way he smirked at you on your way out.

“Ok, that’s enough studying for me I think my head is about to explode.”

You’re back in the library at the main campus now just a few weeks later. You actually studied without a break this time and took it like a champ even if the exhaustion from your head had mentally taken over, giving you a pounding head ache.

“Are you leaving now?”

You yawned, gesturing towards the clock behind your friend. “It’s almost sunset.”

“Yeah, and I gotta meal prep for next week.” She cleared her side rather quickly. Next thing you know, she was all packed up and ready to go. “Don’t stay in too late ok?”

“Maybe. You know I got a car now so I’d probably overstay.”

She raised a brow with a giggle. “Yeah, yeah you smartass. See you next week then?”

“Sure! Careful on your way out it’s snowing again!”

In a hushed silence, you inwardly groaned and began packing your things up as well to head down the second floor to see if Mark was there. You heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that he had the flu so he might not be there today but it didn’t hurt to check so that’s what you did.

Surprisingly though, a different group took over the room Mark and the boys rented so you made a detour, checking to see if any of them are using the gym tonight. You knew Mark, Jaemin and Jeno would frequent over there and honestly, you might have started having a little crush on Jeno too so you make your way down to the separate complex for that one purpose — if Mark wasn’t there, then Jeno would do, and maybe you can hit up the treadmill for a bit to cross the “stay active” off your to-do list for today.

You don’t even know how your attraction for Jeno started actually. Jeno was always there, all smiley and always bickered with Jaemin but ever since his jet-black hair started growing longer behind his nape, something shifted in his aura and you liked it. He’s just as conventionally attractive as Mark and he too, had a great body. You found out that one time when you saw him doing waterpolo with Jisung which made you go a little crazy.

You don’t know much about him though, so Mark was still your number one of course.

None of the boys were in the gym tonight but since you’ve always wanted to use the treadmill without the gym being too overly crowded, you decided to do just that. You spent forty minutes on it going between slow and vigorous before you called it quits and gunned for the shower to wash away the sweat on your skin.

No one was in the showers so you didn’t bother hiding your modesty, even going as far as being fully naked in the dim-lit hall as you darted in the last stall, music blasting off your phone you left on the bench just a foot away along with your belongings.

You let the warm water cascade down your body, eyes closing at the calming sensation it brought as it washed the sweat and stress away into the drain under your foot. You stayed in until the clear mist from the hot water climbed into the atmosphere, wrapping around you like a cloud of comfort. You then hummed, soaping up the curves of your body as you feel yourself get lost in your thoughts, suddenly thinking of Mark when you snaked your hand to cup your sex, already slick with pure arousal.

You practically shook, feeling how too sensitive you’ve gotten when you continued your erotic ministrations before you slipped in a finger in, a sweet moan spilling out of your throat. You fingered yourself whilst standing, free hand cupping and pinching your hard nipples as you let your fingers do you wonders, ultimately sending you over the edge when you thought of Mark’s skilled tongue playing with your clit before he fucked you with just that, eating you out like a starved man you imagined him to be when eating pussy.

You held yourself, growing weaker against the tiled walls as you slowly regained full consciousness after going through such euphoric state, smiling to yourself. You eventually darted back out, wet hair in a bun and took the elevator because you didn’t have the strength to take the stairs especially after doing all of that.

It was then you realized, as you headed to the front door, that you’re quite stranded in the building for now. The snowstorm had gotten worse. You couldn’t even see anything through the glass walls.

“You waiting for the bus?” The security on site asked. “Doesn’t look that good out there.”

“No, I drove here but… yeah, looks like I gotta wait it out.” You nod your head in agreement, a little pissed off at the sudden turn of events.

You knew the weather was unpredictable lately but you thought it wouldn’t get this bad until tonight.

“Check again in an hour maybe? If not, the library is open 24/7 so… you know how it goes over here.”

You didn’t look forward to that all but if staying here overnight was better, you had no choice. You didn’t want to risk anything, not when you’re still a novice driver. You’d be playing with death if you still chose to suck it up and try to drive in this type of weather.

“Yeah, thanks. Have a good eve sir!”

“You too, young lady.”

You texted your sister about the current weather and how you’d probably get home later or might sleep here overnight if the snowstorm doesn’t lay off with a pursed lip then took another detour, going back upstairs to the lounge area and see if there’s a spot you could rest at for the time-being. You find one overlooking the parking lot where your car is but made sure you’re tucked away from the students preparing for their finals so you can snooze in peace which you succumbed to right away, missing the fact that Mark had gone his way back up, slightly frustrated at the bad weather.

When he saw your sleeping figure hiding in a dark corner though, he could only raise a brow.

Your wristwatch read 10:45 pm by the time you woke up, panic in your eyes when you realized you’ve overslept. The floor you’re currently on had gone too quiet, so quiet you thought you were the only one left if it’s not for a small number of students typing away furiously, one of them sipping on a coffee cup.

The weather had been better so you take that sign to leave, yawning your way to the elevator. You were still quite sleepy and so out of it you haven’t even even realized you were not alone in the elevator as it brought you to the basement when you were meant to press ground floor.

It didn’t even hit you until you simply walked out, met with a plethora of cars only to stop on your tracks, seeing as this was not the ground floor.

You were about to turn around and head back to the elevator when a strong arm yanked you to a dark corner, making you gasp.

“How was it?”

Your eyes rounded in shock as you registered the very familiar face just inches away from yours. You have been caged between his arms, your back to what looked like the sleek, black car he drove to the campus. You weren’t sure if you were still dreaming because if you were, you didn’t want it to end.

“Mark?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, quite dazed seeing him up close. He’s way too gorgeous, doe-eyes pinning you down. The smell of his clean cologne making you sigh in frenzy, but he didn’t look too happy.

He chuckled darkly, his grip around your wrists tightening like he meant to hurt you.

“I don’t even fucking know you.” He growled, deadly poison coating his words. “You’ve been following me around, aren’t you? How was it? You had fun?”

“N-no.” You lied, your eyes practically quivering in excitement. Was this real life? “I wasn’t following you.”

“I’m not dumb.” He squinted in annoyance, scrutinizing the way you reacted to his confrontation. “What the hell do you want? I even saw you at the diner. It’s not funny anymore.”

You wanted to laugh, but you liked the way his torso brushed against yours. You couldn’t help but to felt something aching in between your thighs again. He came off mean, which is something you didn’t really imagine, but you loved it so much. It drove you to something more sinister so you pressed on, pretending you’re so damn clueless about what he’s trying to get out from you.

Like you were so innocent… So unaware of it all.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re saying that when you know my name.” He clenched his jaw, losing a bit of his patience due to your playful nature which he didn’t really expect. “Admit it already. You’re caught.”

You could only grin, blinking slowly at him as you watched his chest rise and fall against yours. You could feel your nipples starting to be harden the more he got closer. Oh, how you wished for days like this to come true… You wanted for it be a literal dream but this was so, so much better.

“What if you’re wrong? I could report you.” You joked, watching him attentively. He smelled so damn good you were having a hard time trying to resist him so badly.

“Nothing to report when I have receipts. You think you’re slick?”

Your smile widened. Receipts? So turns out, he was creeping on you too it seems and you don’t know how to feel that, about all of this when you’ve fought so hard to keep your secrets under the wraps, forever tucked away from anyone to see or find out.

But Mark wasn’t oblivious. He knew there was something off when you would show up to his games even if it rained. He asked his team mates if anyone of them knew you but no one did, and for a couple of days he thought it was because you liked watching Rugby until he caught you taking a picture of him walking out of the diner. It all came together when he would notice you occupying the lone table facing the room him and his friends would be at quite often so he took it upon himself to puzzle everything together and made the connection.

There was no last straw, however.

At first, it was quite charming. It was a normal thing for him even in high school with so many girls chasing after him but he started seeing you everywhere he went and that made him a little insane which then lead to a strong desire to confront you, preferably alone without the usual friend you’d come with for study sessions, and much to his dismay, tonight was the good time.

He thought about approaching you about it in nicer way, but the “nice” demeanour had dissipated and he thinks it’s because you’ve started to look at Jeno too.

Was it jealousy?

He didn’t even like you like that. You were an actual stranger to him, so why is he suddenly so worked up about you possibly being into Jeno, too?

“Oh, you keep ‘em?” You tried to wiggle away from his vice grip but he just made it worse, further catering to your suffering. “Hey, you’re gonna leave a bruise on me…”

“Don’t care.” He placed your arms over your head now, your sweet vanilla scent catapulting him away from the scandalous thoughts of him making you suffer as you whined for him to let go but he refused. “Don’t change the subject and answer my damn question. Why are you doing this?”

“I just… like you.” You admitted truthfully, the funny feeling in your stomach making you sigh, eyes searching something in his but all you saw was pure anger mixed with something you hoped might be true. “I didn’t touch you or show up in front of your house so I don’t get why you’re so angry, Markie…”

The pet name.

He thinks his friends wouldn’t let that slip but he knows where you got it from. It wasn’t a play or a coincidence. He knew what you were doing but he couldn’t stop that pet name from rolling out of your tongue. It did nothing but have his blood rush straight to his dick.

“Don’t call me that.” He huffed, too aware of the way your hard nipples pressed against his. “You don’t know who you’re trying to provoke.”

“What do you mean?” You wondered, almost moaning at the hard ridge of his cock pressing on your clothed cunt. You couldn’t believe it. He was so hard. Did he love that pet name so much? “You’re so hard… Are you still angry?”

“Stop!” He suddenly yelled, backing off you when you attempted to grind on him.

You let your hands fall loose to your side, watching his pretty features crumble but his eyes were still burning a hole through your head and you think that if you don’t move now, he might just take you and show you what hell feels like.

“If that’s what you want…”

You diverted your gaze down to his pants, mouth watering at how hard he’s gotten. He looked big and it made the ache between your legs more mind-numbing, your growing wet cunt pulsing around nothing. You gradually advanced to him, testing the waters before pinning him to the wall, the difference between your heights so drastic it almost came off funny but he let you run your hand down from his chest, to his abs then finally, to his hard-on painfully standing upright in his pants.

You’ve never even attempted this to anyone before but suddenly, you had the full reigns of what he started and you weren’t going to let him win.

Or so… you think.

“Stop it…” He exhaled heavily, almost begging as he clamped his eyes close when you bit his ear, licking the shell before you placed an open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, your surging arousal practically bubbling up you think your underwear wouldn’t be able to hold it up if you kept up with this. “I don’t even know you.”

“But you’re reacting quite the opposite.” You stopped to look at him in the eye, yours and his equally blown with nothing but lust. “You like being watched, Markie?”

He didn’t respond as his hands formed into fists. You were just about to kiss him on the neck again when he grabbed you by yours, quickly flipping your positions.

You whimpered in pain when your back collided against the brick wall, about to cuss him out for handling you like that when he crashed his lips into yours. He went in too hard until your bottom lip started to bleed after he bit into your soft flesh, his palm flexed around your little throat, choking you but not enough to render you unconscious.

There was a muffled “mhmff” from you as you pounded your fists against his chest, unable to breathe from how rough he was kissing you like he was about to eat you and swallow you up with no mercy. You were about to bite him back when he lets you go, trapping you against the wall, the sweet taste of his minty mouth mixed with your blood causing you to lick your lip, tasting iron, ignoring the fact that it stung all because of him.

If anything, it didn’t anger you at all but aroused you even more. You liked the fact that he was like this to you.

“I didn’t want to do anything with you.” He declared with a glare, but his next move proved otherwise. “But I’m not letting you touch me like you own me.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too late now?”

You didn’t miss the way he came closer and the way he darted his mean gaze from yours and to your bleeding lips. You didn’t even bother wiping it off as you remained still, too entertained with the fact that he just kissed you. Hard.

“Did I give you the green light? No.” He whispered, sounding so cynical. “But I could touch you. You’ve violated me enough so I think it would be fair for me to do this, no?”

You were about to speak when he shut you up with his callused hand tight on your mouth, his free hand snaking down your hip to cup your pussy through your jeans. Your held your breath, knees about to buckle from the way he rubbed you in circles. You were so taken back, the violent rush of pressure sending you over the moon.

“You’re so desperate and insane. You kinda make me go a little crazy, but you don’t deserve to touch me.”

He bit through his words with so much hate as you grew weaker against him, unable to contain the shrill excitement and carnal desire hitting you like a truck. If he kept this up, you would probably cum in your jeans so you started to whine, grinding on his palm and begging for him to do something about it.

“Mark… Please…”

You let out a shaky gasp when he did allow you to speak, his head disappearing into the crook of your neck to kiss you there, way too turned on with the noises you were making and how you’ve gotten so fucking wet he can practically feel it through your jeans. He can’t help but bite your shoulder as he slipped his long, slender fingers inside your jeans groaning at how fucking soaked you were for him, it was almost embarrassing for you but you didn’t care. You wanted him to see how much you desired him.

You attempt to touch him but he quickly swats you away, telling you to keep your hands to yourself.

“I could fuck you with my fingers right now bet it’d just slip right in, huh? You’re fucking wet. Aren’t you ashamed?”

“N-no!” Your head fell back as your knees wobbled. You place your hand on his wrist as he played with your arousal, smearing it all over your clit and pussy lips. “God,”

“Hands off or I won’t fuck you.”

Was all he chided before you let go, keeping your hands flat to the wall as he slipped a finger inside your throbbing hole causing you tear up when he began pumping inside you in a exhilarating speed you thought you were going to pass out from too much pleasure it brought you. It got so bad that you had to cover your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming as the loud squelching of your wetness could be heard between the both of you.

“So fucking tight,” Mark scoffed coldly, liking the way you were taking him in, like your pussy was made for him and his fingers only. He couldn’t help but wonder if you can even take his cock too but he wasn’t going to let you have it easily.

“Faster… p-please!” You closed your eyes, tears falling nonstop you were so sure he’d be able to bring you to the edge with just his fingers. “I’m close, fuck…I’m-m.”

“I know you are, you dirty whore.” He pinned you deeper to the wall, slightly losing it when he felt your walls squeeze him, sucking his fingers further into your warm cunt. “Bet you thought about this in your sleep, right? Is this better? Now that I’m fucking you like this?”

“Yes!” You fisted on his shirt, mouth gaping open as he drove you closer into another orgasm, more powerful than all of the times you touched yourself combined and he hasn’t even fucked you with his cock just yet. “God! Mark, fuck!”

“Dirty fucking mouth you got,” He hissed, pumping his fingers faster and harder, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. “Keep it open if you’re such a good girl.”

Your mouth had gone slack as he coaxed your orgasm closer, your eyes shut tightly as your back arched for him, but just before he could let you cum, he yanked his fingers out of you making you swear out loud in frustration only to have him shove his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

He loved how flushed you look and he thinks you’re prettier this way — all fucked out from just his fingers.

“You like how you taste?” He snarled, watching you lick the arousal off his middle finger whilst you whimpered at the sudden loss of contact even if you were so damn pissed for being edged like that. “Good, take it all in, yeah?”

“You’re an asshole.” You pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop followed by a scowl. “I was so close—”

The side of your face suddenly met the wall, Mark having to push you and have both of your arms on the curve of your back. You bite your lip upon realizing what he’s about to do next.

“I’m not that generous.” He placed his knee between your thighs, spreading them wider for him after he pulled your jeans down to your ankles along with your underwear. “Shut the fuck up and behave.”

You feel him move as you braced yourself, your pussy aching for his hard cock to be in you when you see him kneel on one knee behind you. You were about to say something when his tongue delved into your pussy, flicking it up and down to your folds, his hands grabbing a handful of your ass, groping you from behind.

“Fuck-fuck! S-so good, so good-d Mark…”

You babbled, right fist thumping to the wall with your left fully unzipping your coat so you could slither your free hand inside your shirt to cup one of your breasts as he slipped his tongue inside your wet hole, quickly bringing you back to the peak of your orgasm. You felt him lap your wetness in your pussy lips like how you’d imagined him to do, one of your hands going down south to play with your now bulging clit, ultimately sending you to your peak.

You hear Mark swear behind you as he stood back up, slapping your ass as your legs shook uncontrollably, squirting right on the cement and on his shoes, your hand still putting pressure on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles, spurts of clear liquid draining out of you too violently.

You thought you actually blacked out, only gaining full consciousness after you had squirted in front of him, the sound of him unbuckling his belt faint to your ears. It didn’t register that he was actually going to give it to you until he shoved his cock inside your soiled pussy in one go, the sudden stretch burning you. You nearly screamed and toppled over only to have him shut you up as he began pounding into you relentlessly, cursing at how good you took him so well.

“Fuck, I wasn’t gonna give it to you but you squirted you cockslut! so, so desperate for me huh? Is that it?”

His breathing shallowed as he tried not to cum inside you right there and then. You were so damn wet and too tight around him it felt amazing, way too amazing he thought he was going to lose it for a minute there but he fought to control himself, wanting to fuck you dumb and watch you cry as you struggle with his size.

“M-Mark!” You moaned loudly in defeat as you tried to open wider for him, his big cock rendering you numb and helpless like how he wanted it. “Wait, shit! God… oh my god…”

You pressed your hand on top of his which was now loose on your mouth until you urged him to slide his index finger inside the wet cavern of your sweet mouth, sucking on it to suppress your cries, tears dripping down your cheeks and on the floor along with the pool of your arousal from squirting minutes ago.

You whimpered pitifully, too overwhelmed with the brutal burn of his cock inside you as he fucked you faster and harder than before until your slick wetness coated his entire cock, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls. It wasn’t so long until the both of you finally reached your climax— with you coming hard first and out of nowhere which led him to spill his cum inside you after telling him you were clean and on pill which made it so, so much better.

You remained still, catching your breath as he collapsed on your back, his nose nuzzling your nape. The whole aftermath felt almost romantic, you thought.

“You keep my cum inside you like a good girl so you can keep a memory of me when you get home, yeah?”

He whispered in your ear with a certain bite, tone so wicked it brought shivers down your spine, and when it was time to face him after shamefully tugging your underwear back up, careful not to spill any of his cum out of you, you weren’t sure what to do so you wait until he fixed himself up before saying something.

“Hey.”

You tried to smile, but you were still so high from having sex with him in the basement parking lot you couldn’t help but to chuckle, not believing that this, in fact, actually happened.

“Don’t think we’re friends or anything.” He said, not looking at you as he smoothed his shirt down from you fisting on it earlier. “Don’t even know you like that.”

For some reason, you had already accepted it and seen it like that but still, you knew he had truthfully enjoyed this too. You can tell from how he’s looking at you right now or so you hoped.

“But can I… still like you?” There was a crack in your voice. Your round eyes practically begging him to change his mind about you.

“Sure, just stop liking Jeno.”

You stared at him in confusion, unable to discern how he came up with such accusation but it tickled your fancy. It actually made you tilt your head to down, tongue poking the side of your mouth, clearly amused upon realizing what he meant by that.

Guess you were so bad at hiding your tracks…

“Jeno?” You teased. “Your friend?”

“Stop liking him and I might just give it to you again. That’s it.”

“Oh, Markie,” You drawled seductively, the pink hue of your fair cheeks from post-sex rendering Mark sort off in trance-like state. You’re a pretty face for sure and he can’t deny that after all. “You only want me to be for you? As your play toy? How did you know?”

You attempt to touch his face only for him to grab your wrist with a vicious sneer.

“Don’t think you’re the only one watching.”

A sardonic grin graced his beautiful face, distracting you for a moment before he pulled you closer to him as if it was such a natural thing to do, his lips already brushing lightly to the shell of your ear to whisper what seemed to be a dire warning — like a harsh brewing storm about to wash you away and drown you into an endless abyss you can no longer escape out of.

“I’ve been watching you too.” Your mouth parted upon his confession as he nipped on your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist, fully claiming you. “…And I might be worse.”

A. N | Mark is currently bias wrecking me so hard right now I’m literally fighting for my life so I just had to let my frustrations out by writing this in one sitting. :)

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kpopsmuthub · 2 years

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No Peace - Choi Soobin

genre: angst, smut, slight fluff

summary: You have been having a hard time with your breakup with Soobin. You felt like you were going crazy to the point where you would imagine him with you. Until one night, you broke and called him, asking for closure.

Warnings: Breakups, heartache, passionate sex, dry humping, kissing, overstimulation, swear words, pet names, alcohol consumption, unprotective sex, mental health, slight restraint, cockwarming at the end - Minors DNI

pairing: soobin x fem!reader

word count: 6k+ (i’m so sorry)

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kpopsmuthub · 2 years

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Creamy | Seonghwa

「Synopsis」 : After disappointing your totally not possessive boyfriend. You try your hardest to get forgiveness out of him.

「Word count」 : 1.4k

-> Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff.

Paring: Mommy!Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

[Warnings] : food mentioned, slightly DDLG vibes but in this case it's Mommy instead. Food play. Whipped cream. Making out. Hickeys. Swearing. Dirty talking. Possessive Seonghwa. Slightly mean Seonghwa.

Note: This is my first time writing something like this. But the wonderful @whatudowhennooneseesyou helped with the idea to write this. So thank you my love for this request! ♡♡

You were a good girl. You promised. And you knew that no matter how much you pleaded your case to him, he wasn’t going to listen. To be fair, you didn’t know that the random guy at the library you regularly visited was flirting with you. But when Seonghwa came along with you on this little trip, he was anything up impressed that you had never mentioned this disgusting waste of space. Seonghwa dragged you home straight after he saw enough. That was a week ago, and no matter how hard you tried to talk. Seonghwa ignored you, leaving you alone in the house or your room without anything as much as a pep. He was cold, and you hated it. You didn’t mean to upset him.

You were a good girl. You promised. So when the fifth night of being ignored comes around you wanted, no, you needed to put actions in your own hands. So you did what you do best. Dress to impress. Finding your favourite dress, pretty, pink, and white. It was a dress that Seonghwa got tailored just for you. It's one of a kind. And it was one of your prized possessions. It was the first gift he gave you when you first met. It holds so many memories for both of you. So you needed it for your plan. To gain Seonghwa’s forgiveness, of course.

Pacing around the room, you waited for Seonghwa to come home. He left a note saying he would be out late for work, making your anxiousness grow. He knew you hated when he didn’t talk to you. You missed his voice, the soft charm that rolls off his tongue. You even missed the sadistic nature that slipped off his tongue. God, he made you crave him so badly that you felt like you were going mad. But with the sound of the locked front door unlocking, your heart skipped. You sat on the floor on the soft white fluffy carpet that lays on the edge of your bed. You watched the door like a hawk, knowing he needed to come in there first to undress. The door opened slowly since he spent the last minute looking for you he became slightly uneasy, but as soon as his eye met yours, the anxiety was completely erased by the feeling of lust and curiosity.

“Hello, Mommy” The name nearly made his legs buckle, all his sinful thought going straight to his head. He kept his expression the same, though, not letting you have the satisfaction of knowing he was wrapped around your finger. He was obsessed with you. He craved you the same, if not more, as you. His obsession ran deep as it was the rot of most of his outbursts of anger.

He doesn't mean to become so angry at you but the idea of someone else touching you, having their way with you. Call him possessive. Heck, call him crazy for wanting to lock you up so you do not dare see the light of day. He wanted you all to himself.

"What do we have here, Puppet?" He chuckled.

"I.. I wanted to show you I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I truly didn't know what was going on. I..I'm sorry." He let you ramble out your apology. He found it amusing. His hand grazed your chin, making you stop immediately. You haven't felt his touch in a while, so it sent shock waves through you. His thumb ran over your cheek softly, lovingly before a half-pull made you whimper. He yanked your face up with his fingers digging into your jaw uncomfortably.

"It's okay, my puppet. You are just too stupid when filthy men try to take what's mine. Come, let's go have something to eat." And just like that, he let go of you entirely. He had just admitted it wasn't your fault but yet... You felt like you were still in trouble. Looking at your feet, you followed Seonghwa close behind him, heading to the kitchen. He helped you onto the counter, letting your legs dangle over the edge.

"What we doing?" You were curious about Hwa's sudden change in demeanour. He was so cold and angry, and now he seems unreadable like he is showing one emotion to hide his true emotion underneath.

"We are going to have a little fun. Since I've been neglecting you for so long." You wanted to believe his words, but something in the pit of your gut said his words are only the surface of his actions. You nodded to him, giving him a small 'okay'. His next move makes you gulp, seeing the whipped cream in his hands.

"Are you a good girl?" He steps in between your legs.

"Yes..." You whimper.

"Will do you anything I ask for?" His fingers reach for the zipper on the back of your dress.

"Yes..."

"Even if it might hurt. Even if it might cause harm to you or I?" He slips the flimsy material off your shoulders slowly. His fingertips graze your soft skin.

"Yes, Seonghwa. I would die for you. Anything you wish for is yours."

It was like your words made his brain short-circuit. You were willing to die for him? He had never heard anyone say that to him. God, you couldn't have become more perfect at this moment. Your dress falls off your top half, showing off the white lace that clung to your breasts. Seonghwa's eyes graze over your body, his left hand gripping your thigh while the other shakes the can tightly. He could never get over how beautiful you are. How delicious you look. All for him. And no one else.

He places the nozzle of the can against your collarbone, spraying some of the white fluffy cream onto your hot flesh. It was freezing, given it was in the fridge. The sensation brought a shiver and a low moan for you. His tongue wasted no time in licking up the sweet treat, leaving a nice bright red mark after he was done.

God, he could do this for hours. Never bored of the sounds you make. But as more clothing fell and skin became more sticky from the cream. Your hands gripped Seonghwa's bare shoulders.

"hmmm Mommy..." You wiggled on the counter, feeling yourself becoming hot and bothered over the teasing. He chuckled, picking your hand up to grasp it around the can.

"Your turn, Puppet." His voice was low with a hint of desperation. You looked at the can in your hand with hooded eyes. He had now just given you the power, so what will you do with it? You shook the can and sprayed some of the whipped cream on his neck, some of it sliding down over his nipple. You licked it up while sucking harshly on his neck. Your tongue fell down to his nipple to clean the rest off, but then an idea sparked from the pitched moan Seonghwa made.

You've never heard such a sound of Hwa. Heck, you didn't even know that he had such sensitive nipples. Oh, this would be fun. Spray some directly onto his nipples. You sucked them hard, making your lover almost whimper.

"F-uckk. Puppet... god." He gripped your hair, yanking you off his nipples, trying his hardest to catch his breath. If he didn't pull you off, he would have come in his pants then and there, and that wasn't something Seonghwa wanted. He needed to come in you or nothing.

"You are such a good baby. Such a good girl." He still pants between his words. "Now I need to fuck you." His words made you moan, pulling him in for a kiss. The first kiss you've shared in a while, you've become so desperate for his touch you think you might go crazy. And he could tell, thinking it's quite amusing how whipped you've become for him.

"You want that baby? Want me so deep inside you that you feel me for days?" He lifts you up off the counter, walking you over to the couch, cause he opted the bedroom was too far away.

"Seonghwa's, please, please, Fuck me..." You rambled through the sloppy kiss, feeling your back his the soft cushions. He climbed on top of you, wrapping one hand around your waist, while the other grips your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Even though he was mean and can be cold and cruel, he loved you so much that words couldn't even begin to explain it. He needed you like how he needed air to breathe.

"For you my dearest Puppet...Anything."

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sharing is caring | smut (rewritten)

important author's note : if any of you came from my old blog (well same user, but i accidentally, stupidly deleted everything), you would know that this was my most popular fic. now, i've re-written it and made it much better than before. i hope you'll all like this! :) i'm also changing up my templates a bit :0

pairing : (gamer)boyfriend!san x fem/afab reader (reader is specified to be jongho's age) ft. the rest of the members

smut : daddy kink, humiliation (but you're a masochist so you like it), penetrative sex, san's PACKING, dom/sub dynamics, consensual exhibitionism (through video call), sex on a gamer chair, heavy degradation, edging, multiple orgasms, biting, spit/cum play, creampie, manhandling, use of hitachi 'magic wand' vibrator, PURE FILTH.

summary : you two were freaky enough as is, but add to that by having sex on san's gaming chair and having all seven of his friends watch him pound your cunt. ♡ 5.43k words

smut under the cut, minors do not interact

Cold. You felt cold, all except for your backside. Pressed against your boyfriend, his thighs spreading yours open, warm in his tight embrace. Your hands were clutching the arms of his gaming chair, the constant cool air of the room making your legs shiver, and what was in between feeling sensitive, seeing that you wore nothing else under your skirt.

"Darling, it's a little rude to not greet our guests, right?" San purred into your ear, both of his hands playing with the ends of your terribly short skirt, threatening to expose what was underneath.

His lips hit the shell if your ear, the tip of his tongue licking your soft skin to tease your already timid nature.

"I'm sorry." you quickly apologized, your wavering eyes trying to look confidently towards the monitor. But, you couldn't help but stare at his keyboard and repeatedly blink as you spoke, "Hi."

You weren't usually this shy in front of San's best friends, primarily since you've known some of them for years, but any girl in your position, literally and figuratively, would feel exactly how you felt.

The fact you were wearing a tight-fitted shirt, a skirt that San loved fucking you in, no bra or underwear to be seen, and were sprawled out on San's lap—you had every right to feel sinfully aroused.

"Good girl," he responded with confidence laced into his voice, now one of his hands caressing up and down your bare thigh like he was petting you, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No," you said quietly again, biting your bottom lip in nervousness. God, you wanted this, you agreed to this, but you couldn't help but feel timid during the actual occasion.

"Chin up, sweetheart. Let the boys see your pretty face."

"I—I can't." you admitted. San knew, and you knew he knew, that you were overwhelmed in the best way possible. You were visibly hot and bothered, and he could swear that you were already beginning to leak on his pants.

"Yes, you can. Come on, sweetie. They're all so, so eager to see how you look right now." his hand now tightened around your thigh as if to tell you 'don't be a brat,' and you understood well enough to obey.

Again, and with no answer this time, you didn't do as told. However, it was much too early for you to get punished, right? San would let this one slide, right? Wrong.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grip your jaw, forcing you to look up to the screen. Your eyes widened, your breath stopped, cheeks slightly squished by your boyfriend's fingers as you made eye contact with every one of the boys. And every one of them had a shit-eating smirk on their faces as they looked at you.

"God, baby." San spoke in faux disappointment, "You were being such a good girl today, and now when it's the main event, you choose to be a brat? Are you asking to get punished?"

"No!" you interjected, turning your head just enough to look San in the eyes.

"No, what?" he raised both his eyebrows, taunting you through the strands of hair covering a bit of his face.

"No, daddy." you added, not believing yourself for forgetting to say that.

"Awe," San pouted his lips and furrowed his eyebrows to mock you, now grazing your cheek with the same fingers that gripped it just seconds ago, "So cute of you to assume that you decide when you get punished."

You breathed in, looking back at the screen with the push of his hand. You could somewhat see the appearance being shot by the webcam at the bottom left of the screen, showing both you and San clearly on display. You could see and feel how San was beginning to slightly touch your core, inching closer with every move, exposing more of you to the other seven men.

Soon enough, they would all be able to see how wet you were getting.

"Who's idea was it to have the Hitachi on-hand again?" San spoke, talking to his friends this time.

"Mine." Wooyoung replied, slightly raising his hand with pride as he pursed his lips in a smile. You weren't surprised by the slightest that it was his idea, knowing damn well from San that a lot of the sex advice he got was from Wooyoung.

"Thank you, Wooyoung." San started, "Now, because you thought of it, why don't you speak to my baby and tell her about what kind of punishment she'll be getting."

"I would love to." the grin still on his face. You could hear him roll forward with the chair he was sitting on, now laying his chin on one of his hands as he spoke to you, "Hi Y/N."

"H—hi." you greeted back, learning that it was better for you to speak than not speak at all.

"You look very, very pretty tonight, cutie." Wooyoung complimented, liking the doe-eyed look on your face, "Can I ask you something first before I tell you your punishment?"

"Sure." you nodded.

"Are you actually looking forward to having us watch you get fucked by Sannie?"

His question left you somewhat surprised, seeing that you had agreed to do this months ago and multiple times since then, to assure that everything was consensual. But it seemed that now it was actually happening; they all, including San, wanted to make sure that you enjoyed this.

In a way, it was a sweet gesture hidden in desire.

"Yes," you answered with only one word first. But before Wooyoung could speak again, you took in their consideration and realized you needed to be more vocal, "Yes. Very much so. I like this."

Your answer seemed to please them all, the atmosphere going from still to much more relaxed, much more sexual than before.

"I'm glad." Wooyoung paused before visibly checking you out once again, maybe for his own measures, "So, first, grab the Hitachi from the table before I give you any other commands."

"O—okay." you confirmed that you heard him, San also helping you lean forward to grab the vibrator from the table. "And then?"

"Patience, Y/N." his comment made you feel a little sheepish, having shown how eager you were. "Can I have San spread your legs a little wider so that we can see everything?"

You were, again, taken aback by the question but appreciated that he asked regardless. You nodded and said 'yes' once again, allowing yourself to melt more into San's body. Your hand gripped the Hitachi wand to not drop it, as your boyfriend adjusted his legs to spread yours more since he was under you.

Because of the movement, you were now on full display. Your aching pussy was now visible to the rest of the guys. There was no room for you to be shy anymore, not like before. The guys also felt the vulnerability you were experiencing, seeing that they were about to watch their friend's girlfriend get fucked.

"My, my~" another voice was now speaking, which you could easily recognize as Seonghwa's. "San was right. You look exceptional when you're turned on."

"Sannie.." you whined, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked back at him. You felt like punching him in the face for talking about you that way, but you couldn't necessarily deny that you found it hot.

However, the punching agenda was still considered when he smiled and said a meaningless 'oops, sorry.'

"He's not wrong, Y/N." Wooyoung said, "Now since you still need to get punished, set the wand on high."

"High?" you asked, not sure if you were hearing him right. The night had just started, and he immediately already wanted you to use the vibrator on high?

"Yes, place it against your tits first. They seem a little neglected, don't you think?" Wooyoung cocked his head to the side, making himself seem like the usual playful person you normally knew.

You expected that he would've made San do it for you, but having you do it to yourself while you're propped on your boyfriend like a display piece for a public audience felt humiliating.

Then again, this was supposed to be your punishment. And a little humiliation never scared you off.

With your dominant hand, you pressed it first against your clothed, right nipple. Your body reacted with a slight jolt, shaken by the sudden contact with the sex toy.

Undeniably so, the buds on your tits were already rather hardened because of how fitting the shirt was and the cold air, but having the vibrator touch you was a much more pleasurable sensation.

"A—ah~” you let out a small moan, but it was loud enough for the guys to catch.

"Move on to the other." you heard Yunho speak this time. You did as told and tried to subside your reaction following his words. Of course, it failed since they all could tell from your shut eyes and quivering figure that you were enjoying this.

"Good, you're already turning into the obedient slut I usually know." San commented, stimulating you further by kneading your breasts with both his hands.

"Now that you know what to expect," Wooyoung continued on, "Put it on your clit and keep it there until we tell you to stop."

This time, you used both hands to clutch the toy, inching it closer to your bare core that was tingling with excitement. The buzzing sound of the vibrator was intimidating, but that wasn't what you were afraid of. What they would decide for you to do with it was what scared you.

The second the silicone hit your pussy, you clenched around nothing and threw your head back against San's shoulder. An evident wail spilled past your lips, the pleasure of the vibrations immediately affecting your physical being.

"Feels good, baby?" San asked, knowing the obvious answer while still kneading your tits.

"Yes—shit." you swore, pressing the head of the wand more onto your clit. Usually, you would start with the lowest setting and gradually move to the highest to peak your orgasm, but having it immediately on high was a new feeling you had never experienced before.

Even San never set it instantly on high when he controlled it. Perhaps your boyfriend’s deviant cruelty wasn’t the worst, compared to what his friends seemed to have up their sleeves.

"You look so hot, Y/N." you could hear Jongho say this time, the one person you knew the longest out of the eight guys.

And for some reason, that made an evidently loud whimper come out of your throat, kneading and giving more friction between your clit and the vibrator.

Really, Jongho was the one to thank for your relationship. If he hadn't called San to pick him up that night, you wouldn't have met him. Perhaps sooner or later, since you were a good friend to Jongho. Though sooner was better than later.

You couldn't forget the look in San's eyes when he held out his hand for you to shake, the attractive beam that was his smile you adored, Jongho introducing him as 'Choi San,' his favorite (and only) Hyung from Namhae.

Frankly, you were stunned when San told you that Jongho was up for his crazy idea to have his friends watch him fuck you.

Unbeknownst to you, the reason why San wanted to do this wasn't that he tried to feed some fantasy he'd always had, but it was because of his bruised pride when his friends claimed that you seemed too “vanilla” to be able to follow his proclaimed, outwardly “kinky” self.

You weren't exactly "innocent" either, but you seemed like a saint compared to San and his sexual history. It was laughable, really, but not when you're already spilling sexual arousal all over your boyfriend's clothed crotch from the pleasure of the vibrator.

"You're such a fucking whore, already dripping onto daddy from just a few minutes of having your pretty cunt pleased." San taunted, now moving on from your breasts to hold open your faltering legs.

"I—It feels good." you conceded, "Feels really, really good daddy.”

"Glad to hear it, baby." Wooyoung cockily articulated, "You'll have to say when you're close, okay?"

"Okay." slightly breathless from the moans you had been letting out.

San could feel your back arching off his upper body, your nostrils letting out loud sighs from trying to reduce the volume of your laments, your hair slightly tickling his skin that wasn't covered by his shirt.

Your boyfriend always found you beautiful, whether when you were washing dishes with him and your hair was pinned up while your hands were covered with the thick pink rubber gloves.

Or whether it was when you dressed up for a date and you had makeup on that took almost an hour for you to do (which San knew took you a long time since you always put music on, and your 'jam sessions' always made it take longer).

But when you were under him in missionary, or even on top of him riding his cock, the expression you had contorted by bliss was his absolute favorite. He didn't care if your mascara smeared or if your hair clung to your forehead—he actually found it to make you look more beautiful as he fucked you raw, stretching your hole every time.

San was snapped back to reality from being mesmerized by your simple being when you stuttered out in the tone of voice he recognized all too well, "I'm close!"

"You wanna cum, angel?" Wooyoung asked, enjoying how you were writhing, and San had to physically keep you in place.

"Yes, yes, yes. Please~" you begged, the constant high setting making you lose your mind.

It was as if you could feel every nerve in your body reacting to the toy, making your mind feel hazy from the sensations. You let out a squeal when San put one of his hands atop yours, pushing the Hitachi further onto your clit, making you gasp aloud.

You could feel your wanton hole continuing to release your wet arousal, surely leaving a small stan on San’s crotch by now. A part of you felt embarrassed—humiliated from the way your body was subconsciously reacting, but that was the exact point of this punishment.

"Good..." he trailed, "Then, stop."

"Wha—what?" you asked, feeling genuinely high from the rapture.

"Stop." he repeated, now more stern than the first time. "Lift the wand off your pussy, turn it off, and set it down."

“Come on, sweetheart. Do as your told.” San tutted, despite pulling the vibrator out of your hands and turning it off, setting it back down on the table where it was before. Like he was ridiculing you.

You gulped, feeling more prone to the air conditioning’s breeze seeing that you were much more wet than before. Your now gleaming pussy was presented to the screen, your quivering eyes able to see its shine through the self-view because of the light reflecting off the drenching amount you had subconsciously produced.

“Your punishment’s not done yet, doll.” Yeosang piped up, his small grin showing the little canines he had. You always thought that he had pretty teeth, but seeing them this way reminded you that he wasn’t here as your friend today, but as another dominant.

“What … what else do I have to do?” you hesitatingly asked, twiddling with the ends of your shirt as San still kept your legs in place, spread upon like they all wanted.

“Hmm, it’s less about what you have to do, but rather more towards what you have to take.” Seonghwa quipped, the oldest man biting his tongue before continuing to speak again, “Right, Sannie?”

“That’s right~” your boyfriend cooed, placing his chin on your shoulder before laying a devastatingly sweet kiss on your neck, “Mingi, why don’t you do the honors of telling us what happens next?”

“My pleasure,” the man’s deep timbre evidently different than the rest, perhaps raising goosebumps on your skin from how attractive he sounded. Just like Wooyoung, he greeted you first, “Hello, pretty girl.”

“H—hi.” you responded, eyes locked on Mingi’s section of the screen, “Hi, Mingi.”

“Are you ready?” he waited for you to nod, which you did, “Great. So, what’s going to happen now is San’s going to finger that sinfully wet hole you call your cunt…”

His degrading comment making you clench around nothing, liking how his voice sounded as he continued to speak,

“But again, you won’t cum. You will not cum, and if you manage to obey our orders until your punishment is done, only then will San fuck that preciously tight hole of yours. Understood?”

“Will I get to cum then?” your question filled with actual concern, edging being your least favorite punishment to take.

“Of course. It’s only fair.”

You hated men sometimes, especially when they were so cocky about sex. However, you couldn’t give a solid argument when they were all already making you awfully flustered.

As you pursed your lips at Mingi’s words, absorbing the situation, San’s hot breath hit your ear once again. You could feel his lips moving from how close he was, soft and supple, juxtaposing the filth produced by his conscience.

“Keep that in mind, princess.” he chuckled, starting to circle your swollen clit from the vibrator, making you hitch, “Daddy and his friends are only going to let you cum if you can hold in your orgasm.”

“I… I can do it.” you didn’t know if you were telling yourself that or San, either way it was to reassure yourself that you could, in fact, do it.

“Okay~” without warning, at the end of the ‘okay’, he easily slipped two fingers into your previously empty pussy.

Using his ring and middle finger, San slowly began to teasingly move in and out of you, pleased by the whimpers coming out of your throat.

“You hear that?”

“H—hear what?” you cluelessly asked, not understanding what San was referencing to.

“This.”

Just as he said that, he repeatedly, and not so gently, moved his fingers in a come-hither motion, your special spot having been found easier than usual because of the vibrator use from before.

“Oh my—fuck.” you mewled, now understanding what he meant as your eyes slightly rolled back from the sudden bliss.

The squelching of your wet pussy was music to his ears, and to the seven other men eagerly watching, being one of his favorite sounds to hear whenever he fingered you. To say the least, Choi San was the closest thing you knew to a sexual deviant—an incubus.

“Don’t cum.” he commanded through gritted teeth.

“What a pretty pussy~” without looking, since you were too busy not being able to control your body’s trembling, you knew Hongjoong was the one making the compliment.

“It is, isn’t it?” San replied for you, his palm now being used to grind against your clit while still finger-fucking you, “And it’s all fucking mine. Who does this cunt belong to again, darling? I think you need to remind daddy.”

Little shit, you thought. If only this cocky asshole wasn’t such a good boyfriend who was the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Yours daddy!” you gasped out, unfortunately writhing as you badly needed to snap the knot in your abdomen, “A—all yours.”

“Don’t cum, sweetheart~” he reminded you once again, this time in a sing-songy tone that made you tense your jaw. “Ask nicely to daddy’s friends if you want me to stop. Or else I won’t stop at all and you’ll have to hold in your carnal desires.”

Swallowing the courage down your throat, you knew that would sound fucked out, but what did it matter anymore? Your orgasm and getting to have your boyfriend’s cock in you mattered more.

After all, you were Choi San’s personal slut.

“Pl—lease. I can’t handle thi—is anymore,” some of your words were elongated from a choked moan you tried to keep down, “Please, please I can’t handle daddy’s fingers any—any more. Can’t hold it in—ah—I’ll cum.”

“Awe, dollface, you can’t even get proper words out,” Seonghwa spoke, taunting you, “You really can’t take it anymore, huh? Can’t wait to get fucked stupid by your daddy?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck yes~” your pride now completely out the window.

“I think we should let her have Sannie now, don’t you all agree?” Wooyoung now asked, gleaming when the rest on screen nodded or simply smirked, “Alright, the agreement’s in your favor, angel.”

Purposefully slow, San pulled his fingers out of your pussy, making you squeeze around nothing at the sudden emptiness. You watched as he showed off his glistening hand to you and the screen, separating the two fingers that were just in you, causing you to see your own arousal stretch as it had coated his hand.

“Open.” San was referencing your mouth, which you understood immediately, seeing that you two had done something like this more than once.

Surrounding his fingers with your luscious lips, your sucking to get every drop off him was obnoxiously hot, making San smile as he silently thought ‘that’s my girl’.

As per usual, you kept the cum on your tongue. Turning your head slightly, one of your hands cupped San’s jaw as you batted your eyes, your mascara-painted lashes complimenting the faux innocence in them.

You stuck your tongue out, only a little bit, just enough for San to still be able to kiss you while sucking on it. As if collecting every bit, when he was done, he licked his lips and whispered to you,

“Always so sweet for me.”

A whispered, but still hearable “holy shit” came out of Jongho’s mouth, his eager eyes watching you both, amazed at the sheer raw and sexual connection that was being shown by the web cam.

“You want daddy’s cock, princess?” San asked once again, beginning to slightly buck up his hips, crotch still clothed and damp from your arousal.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Unzip me.” talking about his still zipped pants, which you quickly scrambled to smoothly undo with one hand, “Good girl, you can have it.”

With the same hand, you took his dick out, pleased by the bit of pre-cum that was clearly coating his tip, assuring you more, even with how agonizingly hard he already was, that San was having just as good of a time.

He was fully supporting your body, your other hand clutching onto one of the chair’s arms just incase. You took his hardened member and first rubbed against it, slicking it with your own cum like you were marking your rightful territory.

And after just a few pleasurable hits on your clit, you finally pulled back just enough to let the tip come in first, slowly, but in such a needy manner, sinking down San’s cock like you were dependent on it.

Like your pussy was molded and shaped for just his cock.

You let out a sigh of satisfaction, feeling like you were getting the fill you needed since the start. San was stretching you open just enough to make the pain melt with pleasure, feeling good like it usually did.

“Stay right there for a second, darling.”

And before you could register what San meant by that, your shirt was getting pulled over your tits, rolled up to your chest to reveal the rest of your body.

“God, those must be nice to play with, huh San?” Yunho half-jokingly remarked, enjoying the sight of your bare breasts, visibly scanning your body as his friend’s cock was filling you to the brim.

“Oh, surely they’re the best.” San spoke as if you weren’t there, “Absolutely love fucking myself between them. You should let me do that more often, Y/N.”

“San.” you slightly scolded, clearly distracted by the cock inside you. You were a tad worn out from the denied orgasms, but having your boyfriend at least start to fuck you was sure as hell making you stay aware.

This was what you wanted from the start. Ever since the first denial.

“Okay, darling. Give daddy a minute.”

You could feel San move his grip elsewhere, shifting his hands to the back of your knees, bending your legs towards your body.

From the new angle, you could his hips pushing rougher than before, cock reaching deeper, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the change.

“Shit.” you swore, the profanity serving as a sign that you were liking the feeling, your own hands moving to your tits to hold them.

“You’re squeezing awfully tight around me, sweetheart. Missed daddy’s cock that much?” the cocky tone oozing out of San’s lips, but it wasn’t like he was wrong anyway.

Not wanting any more delay, surely only wanting to have him pound you mindless, the words flowed out of your mouth like a mantra for all eight of the men;

“Missed daddy’s cock so, so much. Can’t wait for you to fuck me stupid, until the only things I can think about are daddy and his friends watching me desperately cum.”

“Goddamn, you don’t even talk this dirty with just the two of us.” San spat, liking this new attitude of yours, “My girlfriend’s that much of a whore to only get like this when daddy’s friends are around, huh?”

“Mhm~” you teased back, pushing on whatever inches were left exposed of San’s cock into your pussy, lips pouted as you spoke to taunt him, “After all, isn’t that what daddy likes about me?”

“You know exactly what to say to rile me up, baby.” he admitted, holding you tighter, “You better hope you can walk tomorrow, slut.”

And before you could register his words, San’s hips acted for him, having his body go absolutely feral, bucking into you with his cock like it was the first time he ever had a feel of your pussy.

Quicker than expected, your mind grew blank, taking in the man’s pounding like you wanted, only thinking of the moments of when his cock was out of you, and when it came back in to hit your g-spot.

In and out.

Deliciously devouring every inch of your hole, hitting just the edge of your cervix, and satisfyingly filling your walls.

The chair was creaking, making sounds just as much as the two of you were. Surely, the neighbors might complain again tomorrow, but you could blame it on one of your very aggressive sessions of ‘gameplay’.

“How the fuck is your cunt still so tight from the millions of times I’ve fucked you before, huh? Is your excitement to have my friends—shit,” cutting himself off from the pleasure, “To have my friends watch you making you do this?”

“Y—yes, m’such a cumslut.” you moaned, playing with the buds on your tits, adding to the intensity, “I like that daddy’s friends are watching me—fuck I wanna cum so bad.”

“You wanna cum?”

“So bad~” you whimpered, voice an octave higher from how it usually was.

“Grab the Hitachi.”

You did as told, leaning forward to take the toy from the table, where San had previously placed it.

“Turn it on high.”

“A—again?” you asked, clutching the object tightly, just a few centimeters away from your sopping cunt.

“What? Nervous we won’t let you cum again, sweetheart?” Hongjoong teased, making you slightly scoff.

“No. You promised I could.” your interjection putting a smirk on all of their faces.

“We didn’t say if you were allowed to stop cumming once you start though, princess.” San added, beginning to relentlessly fuck into you again, “Come on, put it on high and play with your clit while daddy fucks you.”

You nervously, still doing as told, switched the setting to high, the excessively loud and strong buzzing noise taking over your ears, paired with your boyfriend’s animalistic thrusting that was hard to concentrate with.

Already in a bliss, the second you placed the vibrator on you, you squeezed around San, causing him to chuckle and let out a swear from his own pleasure.

You were already close to cumming before, and it seemed that they all knew this would bring you even closer.

Your eyebrows knitted together, eyes unfocused from the sensations, tits and legs shaking from the overwhelming feelings. Though you didn’t notice, drool was beginning to make its way past the corner of your lips as your mind could only focus on the rhythmic bucking of San’s hips and the constant vibrations.

“You’re so pretty like that, baby.” Jongho complimented, “All fucked out and you haven’t even cum yet.”

“I—I want to!” you replied, implying your desire for your release.

“If you want to cum, you better say thank you to Jongho for calling you pretty. Don’t be rude, brat. I taught you better.”

“Holy sh—shit.” the words you spoke barely even sounding right at this point, slurred from the pure bliss of sex you were feeling, “Tha—ank you!”

“Good girl,” San managed to say, somewhat still keeping his composure. Surely, he was absolutely enjoying every inch of your pussy, getting wetter and tighter the closer you were to cumming, “God, you’re just getting closer and closer, aren’t you?”

“Please, can I cum? Please, please, plea—“

His command cut you off, but you were pleased by it. Finally taking in your pleads to consideration, after mocking and teasing you this whole time, San’s smiled with darkened eyes as he spoke directly into your ear,

“Cum.”

Barely gripping the Hitachi, your entire composure slipped when your toes curled, chest trembling as you clenched your jaw, a silent scream wanting to escape as your release took over your body.

However, as the wave of pleasure washed over your body, it took you only a few seconds to realize that San wasn’t stopping. That the wave you were feeling was only going to go over you a few more times until he wanted to stop.

San didn’t cum with you.

You were already starting to feel like you were in overdrive, having been denied orgasms and finally given one, the fact that he wasn’t stopping was making you more fucked out than you had anticipated.

And just as you were about to drop the Hitachi, your boyfriend sternly demanded from you once again,

“Drop that, and I won’t cum inside you.”

How dare he deny you of your favorite part? But that was exactly what he wanted you to think. What he wanted you to be motivated by to keep taking him, keeping that vibrator on you as well.

“T—too much. Too much.” you repeated, the nerves of your clit almost painfully reacting to the vibrator still being on you, even after your orgasm. You were swelling around San’s cock, your body not having even gotten over your first high.

“If it’s too much, say your safe word then, slut.” he taunted, knowing damn well you wouldn’t.

Knowing damn well, deep down, you were enjoying this so much you didn’t want the night to end.

“Fu—uck~” you mewled, almost like a cat in heat, drunk on his cock.

“Daddy’s gonna cum, yeah? You want that?” you nodded at his words, “Of course you fucking want that. You want me to fill you to the brim, don’t you baby?”

“Fuck yes, yes!” you had to admit, adoring the feeling of whenever San came inside you, his cum painting the walls of your cunt like it was meant only for that.

“That’s right, that’s my good fucking angel.” he grunted, his thrusts getting a bit sloppy, but not weakening by any means, “Holy shit.”

With the last swear passing his lips, and a gasp coming out of yours, you both came at the same time, San even biting your shoulder (in the same place he usually did) as he released inside you.

Both of you took deep breaths, San’s a bit shakier than yours as you turned the Hitachi off, his hands now carefully letting your legs down. He pulled your skirt and shirt down for you, covering your bare body with the clothes again, as if it helped in any way (it did, you appreciated the gesture).

This time, you could see that the two of you almost looked normal in the personal camera view, as if a girlfriend was just sitting on a boyfriend’s lap, perhaps slightly sweaty.

In a post-coital tone of voice, cock still in you as if he had something up, he rolled the chair forward to come near the screen as he said;

“Sorry boys, seems like round two’s gonna happen offline.”

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kpopsmuthub · 2 years

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ZIPPER

PAIRING: minho x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. established relationship. CONTENT: 18+ only. shy reader. marking. desperation. mutual obsession. unprotected intercourse. biting. body worship. overstimulation. mention of violence. oral (m. rec). WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTE: yeah it’s my birthday tomorrow and i wrote this as a gift to myself. @lino-nyangi and @tasteracha encouraged this. no other comment at this time.

SUMMARY: when your boyfriend asks you what you want for your birthday, only one thing comes to mind. you want to dress him in an outfit of your choosing.

You’re backed up against the wall when the door opens, mentally preparing yourself for seeing him in the outfit you’d picked out. He’d laughed as you’d explained what you wanted for your birthday, eyes on the floor at the embarrassment of it all. You wanted to go out and pick an outfit and have him wear it for you. He only ever wore baggy pants, t-shirts and hoodies. You love him in whatever he wore but he never showed off all the work he’d put in at the gym. Despite his relentless teasing at your request, he’d agreed. Of course he agreed. He always did. He might act like everything was the biggest inconvenience he’d ever faced in his life, but he hadn’t turned you down once since you’d been together. You’d learned that’s just how he was. He never wanted anyone to know how much he cared.

He looks up at you the moment the bedroom door shuts behind him, tugging his pants up his waist a little. You press your lips together as he looks at you expectantly.

“Well?” he prompts.

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kpopsmuthub · 2 years

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tell me something i don't know

pairing: san x fem!reader

smut, friends w/benefits,

rating: 18+ minors do not interact.

context: you've realized calling san at midnight was a mistake. especially when your tripping over the rules and lines you’ve made. cause all it does is swell his ego.

warnings: lots of touching (legs, thighs, etc), kissing, teasing, cunnilingus, pet names (miss), praise kink (slightly), unprotected sex

word count: 1.4k

“You don’t do these types of things do you?” he whispers down your ear. You don’t know what bothers you more, finally getting to taste him on your lips after all this time or having to call him to your place instead of his so desperately. His breath silences the ambience of your mood, your loud head. You curse yourself under your breath.

“You don’t seem like you do either.” You tick, grabbing his hands and placing them on your chest, knowing that these words defend you a tiny bit, not enough for him to notice why he’s here.

You didn’t know either. And the sound of calling him late at night clearly obligated a few lines you made with him from the start, Saturday nights only, that is. And you tried your best to abide by them too, only finding that you had tripped on them before him.

“It’s not typical of you, is it?” he asks, following another lick. He gleams at your fluttered eyes and parted lips. You’d miss this.

His ugly smile parts away between your legs when you grab his neck away from you, his hands station on your thighs. He looks pitifully breathless.

“Shut up, it's not your problem” you answer, but your face flushed away from his quirky little smile.

“And if it’s not, I wouldn’t be here, would I?” he implies.

Your gaze turns away from his cause you know how right he is. You hate to give things away to him and this was that. And there was nothing on his face but enjoyment, excitement. An inexpensive way to tell you that this unexpected encounter was going to get the best of you, one way or another. An indication that breaking your own rule came with consequences.

His fingers crawl up your thighs one by one, his face looking piercing and demanding as ever. He hovers between the nook of your face and chin and smiles, “You’ve never been this needy.” he says.

He readily kisses your neck, sprawls his hands over your waist and back, smoothing out the stiffness. He attends to the neediness of your lips, your hands, the gap between your waist and you still don't want to admit why you’d asked him to come.

“Sit on top of me.” he says with a grin. He sits on the end of your bed, opening his legs just enough for you to perch on him.

You walk over to him manually, cursing yourself once more. This is not how you wanted it to be.

He straps a single arm around your waist and the other creeps in to find your slit, making you grab on to him. He waves his finger back and forth just enough to create a sticky residue on his fingers that places itself right at his lips.

“God damn” he sighs and licks his fingers again.

You do nothing but watch.

San takes his licked finger and grabs your cheeks to kiss you slowly. An ugly kiss that tastes like all your sweetness, teasing your lips with an added sigh.

You push him out of frustration. “Just fuck me already” you grunt.

There was no turning back. Your head felt dull already. Things were already out of shape, broken and unaccounted for. It became clearer that a routine, lines were placed between the two of you not because of his sake, but your own. Because of incidents like calling him at quarter past midnight. And maybe this was exactly what you were afraid of, but it felt so good.

San pushes you too. He pushes you down on the bed this time, circling his hands around your face, striking your cheeks carefully. “Not until you tell me why I’m here.”

He slithers himself slowly down to your pussy to part you with his fingers. He tastes you with a single lick, indicating his plan until you were to admit something to him. You shiver in response, grunting in place as he held down your legs.

“Tell me something I don’t know” he says knowing so well. This is exactly why you imagine him here, to play with you.

He swarms his tongue over you like a hot little mess. He wants you to enjoy watching him glancing at you with his tongue shoved between your folds, hands over your thighs, and whimpers and moans that filled the room, brimming you to give him an answer.

“Fuck, San. Just please, please.”

He moans out between your legs, unforgiving of your request. You grab his hair and beg once more, bothered by his response.

“I said, not until you tell me, miss” he speaks again, ignoring you.

You whisper and mutter under your breath, pulling every weight of your muscle to endure his touch. This is not what you imagined. Falling deeper and deeper against him, circulating feelings that are unknown to him that just yell out and scream his name.

You come closer to home when he closes his lips around your clit, nipping at it again and again.

“San, I said please- I'm gonna come like this-”

“Then you’re gonna come like this.” he dismisses.

His tongue centers around your sensitive spot. What drives you even crazier is the way he continues to have his eyes on you. His sinister stare and his filthy mouth that’s all over you, but it frames you because it’s exactly what you been imagining all night long. You no longer care.

“Please, San- I swear, I freaking swear I just needed you- Goddamn!-” you blurt.

All at once, things stop for a moment. San peers at you slowly, above your knees. His passionate lips turn into a cheeky grin, licking his lips on the way to you. “I fucking knew it.” he mutters.

Your heart stops and breaks into panic that falls right in front of him. You’re almost afraid of him.

“Come here my little needy miss.” he groans, placing you on top of his thighs, slamming himself right into you. You squired on top of him as he immediately grabs your waist, thrusting loudly.

“I wondered why you called when it wasn’t a Saturday.” he chucks against your neck, “You’re so unpredictable, you know?”

San slaps his fingers over your clit, humping crazily. He moans and giggles against you while you give out pathetic whimpers. You bite your lips knowing the uncontrollable things you would have said. His smile says everything and for once, you let go of yourself with him.

“San- fuck, I’m so close.” you manage to whisper in between sighs and whimpers. You take a hold of him like he’s the only thing that can get you this much pleasure. You hold his head and let him take charge, feeling a funny feeling that this is what you wanted all along.

San directs you down on the bed, lays you headfirst and kissed your cheeks, “Hold on to me, miss.” He giggles and stretches you out.

“Hmm, San-” you say with your limp arms around his neck. Drops of sweat land on your neck and cheek. His hips slowly lose control with rowdy thrusts that come deeper and deeper each time.

“Come with me.” he pants for the last time, “Come with me, miss.” as all the tension releases between, gathered together on a night that shouldn’t have been just the two of you. He swings his arms around your shoulders and smiles.

Your noses are face to face. Flushed cheeks whisper desire. You swear to the gods that you wouldn’t dare to reach your phone this late, but one thing stops you from it.

He turns over, “So this means we’re not just on Saturdays, right?”

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kpopsmuthub · 2 years

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NEW YEAR'S EVE, n. jm <3

pairing | n. jm x m!r

synopsis | you and your best friend, jaemin, welcomed the new year through other means.

cw | implied fwb, anal f*ngering, pet names (bub, little boy, good boy, little sl*t, etc.,), slight degrading, praising, size k*nk, hyung k*nk, overstim, unprotected intercourse, messy writing. 1.4k words

an | i'm very obsessed with jaemin lately 😵‍💫 reblogs r highly appreciated

"cutie little bub~" you felt jaemin place a little kiss on your forehead while he coos at you. "precious little boy having a hard time taking my fingers, hm?" a whimper could only come out of your mouth as the tip of his fingers were, again, pressed against your prostate. before you could even speak, jaemin went on to engage in a fervent kiss that made you swallow your words down— he bit and sucked your lips desperately until they're all bruised and swollen before pulling back.

he had you wrapped around his fingers, literally and figuratively. with the slightest curl of his digits, jaemin had you whining and whimpering, your walls clenching as hard as you can around his fingers.

"what a greedy fuckhole you got down there, love~ it just won't let me leave~" jaemin murmured lowly while taking his fingers out just the moment before your climax hit you. the deprivation made you squirm on his lap like a brat, your legs wrapping around his waist tighter than before.

"stop teasing me, nana," small protests spilled out of your throat as you stared at him with the most precious, teary, pleading eyes you know your best friend can't deny. he just can't turn his little boy down whenever he sees his eyes like that.

you shivered to the feeling of jaemin nibbling your ear— his hot breath against your ear being enough to arouse you and make your cock hard again. jaemin caresses your body down to the cheeks of your ass, groping you so slow yet so good. "you want daddy to stop teasing you, hm? is that what you want?"

his voice was cold, but the intentions behind it were hot and dirty, "sure then~ 'm gonna fuck you just the way you love it, bub~" subtle whines elicit from your lips as you felt his fingers, coated with your own cum, touch your bruised lips. unhesitatingly, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking him clean while you enjoyed the taste of your own discharge, much to his satisfaction. "such a good boy you are~" he praised.

your tongue feels like it's moving on its own as you swirl your wet muscle around those filthy digits of his. jaemin stared at you with devilish eyes, a smirk plastered on his face. a deep groan was heard from him as he teased the tip of his cock to your entrance, urging you to moan out a needful noise. your mind went empty as you felt him breach your hole deeper, his fingers leaving your mouth before grabbing your face by your jaw. "your hole's so sloppy just for my fucking cock, hm?"

an absentminded nod was the only response you could give to him, prompting jaemin to slow his thrusts down, making you feel all the veins on his cock fit perfectly to all the crevices inside your hole. "tell me what you want, c'mon~" he bit your lower lip as he continued to penetrate his cock along your velvety walls, earning him a very slutty whine that made his cock throb more in arousal.

"i-i'm a whore for your cock, hyung~" you whimpered, and that turned jaemin on even more. "want hyungie to slut me out like the little whore i am," as the tension thickened, jaemin couldn't help but moan deeply at your pleas. the sound of your voice rang to his ears melodically, as if it was inviting him to just give in to you— in which he does immediately.

"you want to be hyung's whiny little fuckslut, huh?" you could feel his cock pulsate inside you as he halted his actions for a breather; his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead that made him look hotter than he already is. "cute and tiny little boy~" he stated as he placed a small kiss on your head once more, voice getting slurry as he drowned himself to the addicting pleasure of your walls clamping down around his cock. jaemin has grown accustomed to the feeling of making you feel small and helpless next to him, he just couldn't help it but fall in to the feeling of his best friend whining and begging for him as he fucks you to your high. your pleasure has always been jaemin's top priority.

a beautiful river of tears flowed from your eyes the moment you felt jaemin rut his hips again. no matter how much the two of you have fucked, you really never got used to the strain of his big cock being inside of you— to him, it has always felt like the first time— the precious time where you took each other's virginity.

"daddy," a squeak departs your mouth as his gentle hands land on your tummy before descending down to your hips as he rutted deeper, "yes, angel?" Your shuddering legs are soon pressed against your chest, grinning like a devil as he felt how much deeper he could penetrate you with this position. you're moaning nonsense beneath him, your head driven back in pleasure, as your tongue convulsed with unintelligible whines. "what is it, huh? tell me~ you want me to make you a pillow prince? or you want hyungie to fuck you like a dirty cumslut?"

"f-fuck me like a slut, please~ nana~" a strain on your voice could be noticed due to how hard you moan his name in fervor pleasure. he crouches down to groan, his tip pressing on your prostate, lust-blended irises amusingly studying your filthy look. he hasn't ever gotten sick of hearing you make such lovely noises.

"s-so deep— so good, hyungie~" your palms wrench the bedding so firmly that your hands become numb. he laughs at the pitiful moan, "hm~?" jaemin has had you sobbing at every thrust of his hips, your cock twitching and leaking an indecorous amount of precum; a new strain of tears flowing down every time his cock hits your overly sensitive prostate. "why don't you cum for hyungie, then? if i'm fucking you this good, shouldn't you be cumming for me?"

your thighs shivered as a reaction of how rapid he was fucking you, his hot breath fanning the cool river of the tears running down your cheeks before he shamelessly licked salty fluid on your face, "c'mon, love~ cum for me~," he nibbled your ear, "like the slut you really are," he continued. he sneered deviously as your sides clench over his cock. he leaned back while he cooed in awe as his stomach and chest got painted by the cum that spurted messily from your cock, "such a slutty little boy you are," you can feel his cock throb against your velvety walls as his tease fades into a broken groan, "you're enjoying this, aren't you~?"

you moaned and nodded frantically as a response; having jaemin to stammer as a result of your hole being clenched around him so tightly, "that's good boy~" the room is abuzz with his moan as he bottoms you through your high, "my good boy~ good and sweet little boy, yeah?" your hazy eyes gleamed up at him in the comedown, and you ponder whether it is the overdriving ecstasy thrumming through your limbs or the reality that your friend has always been so ephemeral with beads of sweat soaking his temples as he thrust on top of you.

"so fucking dirty~" your reverie is broken by his words, "all of this for hyungie~? how cute of you~" you caused a mess below there, and your face heats as you realize he's referring to the sloppy squelch that occurs when his cock drives into your hole. your hands try to nudge him back by pushing at his arms, "i-it's too much, hyungie~ it hurts~" you sob as he persists to abuse your impulsive hole.

"yeah? this hurts?" he taunted as he pushed his cock as deep as he could, earning him a loud squeal from you, "too bad we're not gonna stop 'til i stuff you full." he hissed as his grip on your legs tightened, feeling the warmness of your hole envelopes his cock even tighter. you could sense he was near from his breathlessness and sporadic plunges, "fuck— keep clenching around me like that~!" he moaned disorderly, "need me to fill this beautiful hole of yours, huh?" you're driven into another repeated orgasm with him, causing your back to arc as another set of thick white ropes of cum come out of your cock.

"s-so, so handsome for me like this, baby boy~ so handsome~" breathless whispers came in contact to your ears as jaemin painted your inside walls white with a profuse amount of cum. "happy new year, baby boy~" he kissed your forehead as you passed out from exhaustion.

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kpopsmuthub · 2 years

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SOFTIE — CHOI SOOBIN ࿐

summary. soobin can’t be mean to you no matter how hard he tries.

wc. 1.87k (oops)

warnings. super soft dom!soob, brief mention of spankings, lots of teasing, heavy praise, heavy use of pet names (princess, baby, good girl), unprotected s3x, creamp!e, slight (?) size kink (it’s soobin…), lots and lots of (sloppy) kissing :,) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. this was supposed to be 500 words lol… BASED ON A REQUEST !!! idk if this is any good, i wrote it at 2am lololol, ur feedback and likes/reblogs are really appreciated !!! mwah ily all (IF U SAW ME REPOST THIS 7 TIMES, NO U DIDNT)

he tried. he really did. he tried to be the mean boyfriend who knew how to punish and ravish you like an animal. truly, from the bottom of his heart, he did try.

but then you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder and he saw your face. that pretty little pout and those fucking tears and he slowly felt the facade fade. he wants so badly to be a big, bad, mean dom, but the grip you have on him makes it hard. really hard. it makes his cock really, really hard, too.

in all honesty, soobin gets off on your pleasure. it makes his brain fog when you moan out his name so sweet and it makes his stomach churn when you beg for more, “please, ‘binnie! just a lil faster—right there!” it makes his orgasm hit so hard when you cum all over him, clamping around him like a vice.

it’s all the reason why he can’t lay another smack on the flesh of your ass. he can see the substantial handprints he’s left on both cheeks and he just can’t bear to see you like this.

you turn your head to look at him again, tears staining your face and whisper, “‘binnie,” you can barely whimper out. “‘s okay, i-i can take it, i’ve been bad.”

you’re gonna be the death of him, he decides. he shakes his head softly, rolling you onto your back. he looks at you in awe. like he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you– his pretty little gem. his plush lips press against your teary face. he wants to cover every inch of you in kisses and you can’t withstand without letting out a giggle due to his sudden change in behavior.

and to him, it sounds so pretty, much like the sound of music– he much rather prefers it over the sound of your pained screams and cries.

“‘m sorry,” he murmurs once his lips finally inch towards your lips. “didn’t mean to hurt you,”

you hum softly, basking in the sweet feeling of his lips. “soobin, you didn’t, promise,” your lips stretch into a wide smile and your eyes flutter closed. “i’m the one who should apologize… didn’t mean to make you mad, ‘m sorry, baby,”

he melts at the familiar pet name, smiling to himself. his lips finally find yours, slotting into one another and you both sigh. it’s sweet and innocent and full of love. well, it was at first.

with every minute that passes while he’s hovering over your body, the deeper and more eager the kiss gets. before he can fully comprehend, you’re tangling your fingers into his beautiful, blonde locks, tugging at them urgently.

“hey, soobin?” you pant against his lips. you don’t wait for his response, hotly asking, “can we still…?”

he pulls back from you, looking at you with a tiny grin, “you want it?”

“mhm,” you nod, pussy growing wetter and soaking your panties at the sight of his already-swollen lips and disheveled hair.

“hmm, can you ask me nicely?” you know he’s teasing, but you still whine nonetheless.

you frown, begging in that voice he loves so much, “can you please fuck me, ‘binnie? wanna be good and take it all.”

he groans as his mind reels, “ah… you’re so cute.” he sits up and discards the clothes that separates the two of you, nearly moaning when he notices your arousal dripping for your pretty, pretty cunt. “‘n so wet for me.”

“all for you,” you tell him breathily.

“good girl.” he praises and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body. you arch your back a bit and soobin giggles at the satisfying reaction. “that’s right. my good girl, always so good for me, aren’t you?”

his words have your eyes threatening to roll back as you slowly lose your mind. “fuck, baby, please… can’t take it, n-need your cock,” you whimper as you nod mindlessly at his question. “please lemme have it… ‘m gonna go crazy.”

soobin knows why he prefers this– prefers rewarding you rather than shoving your head into a pillow and fucking you from behind like a punishment. he loves watching you unravel for him. his sweet, shy girl begging for his cock. begging him to fuck you and make you feel good. he doesn’t like being mean, doesn’t like not letting you talk, doesn’t like to punish you for something as silly as being desprate for him while he’s busy.

his breath hitches. “tell me what to do, princess.” he whispers, hand grabbing his length, stroking up and down.

you watch him with wide eyes, envious of his hand. “p-put it in…” you say, meekly– as if you’ve never asked for his cock before. (you have about a hundred times now, but the shyness never really goes away.)

“put what in?” he teases once more, but he can tell you’re on the verge of breaking down, so he knows to tone it down.

“your… your cock, put it in me. please…” you plead, voice cracking.

soobin loves you, every part of you. he loves your personality, your sensitive body, and he loves how needy you get. he’s not one to think with his cock, but your voice just does it for him. the way there’s so much need and desperation laced in your pleads and begs make him feel alive. it makes him feel beyond lucky that he’s the only one who gets to have you like this.

which is another reason why he can’t be mean. you deserve the princess treatment. yeah, he teases you a bit, but that’s only because he knows you love it. he would bend and break for you– he loves doing whatever you want him to do.

so when he pushes the bulbous head of his cock into your weeping cunt, he can’t resist the loud moan that erupts in his throat. you’re quick to sob out his name and clamp around him at the not-so-sudden invasion. he pushes himself inside you more and more til he’s nestled deep in your cunt.

you can feel the slightly painful stretch send shockwaves through your body and you hate to admit that you like the pain, but you can’t help it. the delicious and addictive stretch of the cock you know and love makes you delirious. that’s why you give him the cue to move as soon as he bottoms out.

“so full,” you mumble. “move, please, wan’ you to fuck me.”

he raises an eyebrow as if he’s asking if you’re sure and you nod incessantly. the anticipation has your stomach in knots, hands moving to grip at his broad shoulders.

soobin does an experimental thrust for safety measures and when he hears your moan of pleasure and a gush of sticky arousal coating his dick, he knows you mean it.

he takes your waist in his hands, squeezing gently as he begins to move his hips. he starts off slow but with every thrust, his pace gets more harsh, more precise until he has you right where he wants you. or maybe right where you want him.

“o-oh!” you gasp when his tip hits all the sensitive spots inside of you. he’s so big that he doesn’t even have to try to make you feel good and the thought of it has your toes curling. you can’t even begin to imagine what it looks like when his hips meet your pelvis– your messy cunt taking in his fat cock, swallowing him whole. the idea makes you tighten around him once more, crying out, “ah! fuck, b-baby! please!”

“yeah, princess?” he moans breathily and his speed doesn’t falter. if anything, you feel like he’s fucking you harder. faster. deeper. “what is it? what do you need?”

your body feels hot, like you’re burning red and close to exploding. you can feel his tip now kissing your cervix, and you let out a throaty moan, nails digging into his shoulders. you pull him into you, “k-kiss me please.” you whine.

soobin twitches inside you, hips stuttering a bit, but he obliges (obviously) pressing his lips to yours once more for a sloppy kiss. you both moan into each other's mouths. it’s needy, hungry, amateurish– but you’re both careless. his tongue is in your mouth, and you love it but he thinks he loves it more.

you’re so in love with how the speed of his thrusts increase. the tell-tale signs that he’s growing desperate to make you feel good and make you cum just so he can fill you up.

the only sounds that can be heard in your shared room now are the ones of your skin meeting, the smacking of your lips and the high-pitched moans and whines coming from you and soobin (though, his moans are deeper and hotter).

you break from the kiss to warn him, “‘bin-binnie… ‘m gonna cum,” you nearly sob, body heaving under him, both out of breath from the kiss and because the tightrope in your tummy is close to completely unraveling.

“go on and do it for me, angel.” he whispers, putting his lips back on yours.

your eyes roll at that as your back arches off the once crisp white sheets of your bed. you moan loudly into his mouth before your body completely convulses under his. you clench around him and your pussy tries to push him out, but his cock keeps working its way back into you, allowing you to ride out your orgasm.

soobin is a mess on top of a mess. he’s trying to keep it together as your cum gushes all over his dick, but it’s so hard (like him). his thrusts are becoming uncoordinated and thoughtless as he fucks you with haste.

“m-my good fucking girl,” he grunts, parting from your lips to hear your cute whines and shuddered breaths as you come down from your euphoric state. “god, i’m gonna cum, baby.”

you let out a cracked moan at his affirmation, “p-please… in me,” you pant again, clenching around him weakly at the familiar idea of feeling his cum. “oh, soobin, please cum inside me.”

there you go again with your pleads and your angelic voice. you make him crazy and he knows there isn’t a single thing in the world he wouldn’t do for you. when you ask beg him to cum, he does so in an instant. his hips press against your pelvis and he stills completely. his cock twitches in your pulsing cunt and he shoots ribbons of warm seed inside of you.

he moans loudly when he releases, your name mixed with a string of swears and incoherent words. you fight the urge to smile lazily as you watch him in all of his contorted glory, eyelids heavy out of exhaustion– he’s so fucking beautiful.

you hum in content at his warmth inside of you and as soon as he moves to pull out, you wrap your legs around him tightly.

“stay with me just like this,” you murmur, arms wrapping around his neck to give him a bear hug.

he smiles, head nuzzling into your neck as he presses soft pecks to the skin. “whatever you want, princess.” he whispers.

#he’s so #:*(#pet names #unprotected sex #piv #x reader #afab reader #dom!soobin #sub!reader #medium #ksh #kpop smut hub #choi soobin #txt #smut

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘

part 1

Incubus! San x Fem! Reader x Boyfriend! Wooyoung

Genre: never-ending smut 🖤

Summary: All you wanted to do was go to bed so that you could have a nice Christmas morning with your boyfriend the following day. Unfortunately, you would have a late night visitor, and it wasn’t Santa Claus delivering presents.

W.C: 7.9k

Warnings: *possibly triggering content* mind control/manipulation, some initial resistance, dom! san, sub! reader, sub! wooyoung, mxm, brief (non sexy) choking, sacrilegious vibes, use of a crucifix (i said what i said 👀), use of a collar/leash, jealousy, pet names, name calling, degradation, praise, dirty talk, humiliation, manhandling, spit play, mutual masterbation, mutual cuckholding, oral (giving), cum swapping, wax play, nipple play, thigh riding, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, size kink, bulge kink, brief blood play, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie

A/N: 🚂 choo choo🚂 next stop: smut city ✨ also shoutout to @cherryxsang for giving me the wonderful idea to make it christmas-themed, as well as the idea to include a collar and leash 🫶🏼 thank you, bestie!! merry xxx-mas, everyone! and i hope you all enjoy this naughty christmas present 🖤🖤🖤

Song Recs: none this time 😭 listen i was very tempted to just put carol of the bells as a joke but i had to restrain myself 😔✊🏼

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“Remind me why all you bought for your friend’s dog was a collar and leash?” you questioned, inspecting said gift and setting it down neatly inside the empty gift box on your lap.

Wooyoung, who was standing by the Christmas tree and admiring the way the twinkling lights routinely switched off from red and blue to an eye-catching shade of gold, craned his neck back to look at you with a scowl. “First of all, it was on sale.”

You bit back a laugh, amused with your boyfriend’s immediate attitude, quietly closing the box and taping down the sides.

“And, second of all,” he began, taking a few steps over to the couch and plopping down onto it, leaning his body against yours. “My friend had put it on his wishlist, so there.”

Slapping a pretty red bow on the top of the plain box and calling it a day, you gave Wooyoung a small nudge with your elbow. “But, you could’ve gotten it custom-done at least, you know? Get their dog’s name engraved into it or something. Just getting a basic one seems a bit lazy to me.”

Once Wooyoung grabbed the present from your hands and tossed it down onto the floor near the tree, he took a hold of your shoulders. “ ‘Seems a bit lazy to me,’ ” he said mockingly, as he eased you down onto the couch cushion below, climbing over you and leaning down near your face. “You better be careful before I put that collar on you myself.”

“Mm…” You reached your arms out to wrap around his neck and bring him in closer. “But you better be careful before I pull the lights off of the tree and wrap them around your cock so you can’t cum until I say so.”

“Is that a promise?” he asked softly, pressing his lips into the side of your jaw, slowly moving down to pepper kisses along the curve of your neck.

“Don’t tempt me, Woo. I’ll tie you up right now.” You held him close, moaning a bit when you felt him grow hard against your lower abdomen, immediately taking the opportunity to reach down and grip him through his boxers. “You’re so hard for me already…”

“It’s your fault, Y/N. Take some responsibility,” Wooyoung returned in a low voice, his fingers slipping into the neckline of your tank top and yanking it down so that your tits popped out of it. Hearing your gasp fueled him to suck one of them into his mouth and roll his tongue around it.

“Fuck…keep going…”

Wooyoung obliged, only stopping when you both heard the unmistakable sound of an ornament falling off of the tree and hitting the wood floor with a crunch. He sat up, watching as another, more sturdy one, dropped off of the branch it was on and rolled across the floor towards the couch where the two of you were tangled up.

“What the fuck…” you mumbled, exchanging glances with Wooyoung, before sitting up when he got off of you and went to grab the broom and dustpan.

Wooyoung came back and swept up the broken pieces of the ornament, chuckling at your frightened reaction. “I’m sure it was just some air blowing or something.”

“From where?” You pulled your top back up and scanned the corner of the living room near the tree, a strangely unsettling feeling developing in the pit of your stomach.

“From the heater, you know.” Wooyoung tossed the remaining fragments into the trash and came back to put the other bulb back onto the tree, making sure it was stable.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense…” You stood up and rubbed your forearm, wondering why you felt so uncomfortable in that moment, like another pair of eyes were on you.

Wooyoung took notice of this and pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Don’t be so scared, baby. I’m here…”

“Mm…okay,” you nodded, feeling a little better now that you were in Wooyoung’s warm embrace.

“We should probably get to bed…It’s getting late.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Giving you a soft smile, Wooyoung slung an arm around your shoulders and guided you up the stairs into your bedroom.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the both of you, a shadowy figure emerged from behind the tree. The demon’s tattooed fingers clasped around the bulb Wooyoung had returned to the branch. He leaned in to look at his devilish reflection in it, a deep-sounding chuckle erupting from his throat.

“Rest while you can, you two…before all the fun begins.”

Waking up in a cold sweat, you swallowed dryly and looked over at your alarm clock, your eyes slowly focusing on the bright red numbers: 3:01 am. Groaning, you sat up and pushed yourself out of bed, figuring that you might as well get some water to satiate your parched throat.

Once downstairs, you shuffled into the kitchen and filled up a glass of water, chugging it down as soon as possible. “Ahh…” you sighed, wiping your mouth and setting down the empty cup inside the sink.

Hearing the unmistakable sound of another bulb falling to the ground nearby, you gripped the edge of your nonexistent sleep shorts and gingerly made your way over to the living room. Once you rounded the corner and noticed a dark figure near the Christmas tree, you mumbled, “Santa…?” You desperately hoped that you were right, despite the odds being stacked heavily against you.

The demon that you had crossed paths with only months ago was standing there, in all his naked glory, poking at another glittery bulb like an amused cat. “Did you mean San, sweetheart?” he questioned in a velvety voice, his striking cherry-red eyes locking with your wide ones.

“No! You are not ruining Christmas for me!” you cried, quickly making your way over to the ledge above the fireplace and picking up the crucifix that you and Wooyoung had purchased a while ago.

San scoffed, taking a few quick steps in your direction, his length swaying a bit between his thighs. “That’s rude. Ruin is a pretty strong word.”

Once the demon got too close for comfort, you held up the crucifix in front of you and gritted your teeth. “S-stay back!”

San took a step back and held his arms up defensively, an unexpected look of fear taking over his usually confident appearance. “Fuck, put that shit away!”

Gaining a bit of courage, you pushed towards him, stating, “I’ll put it away when you get the hell out of here!” You held the crucifix closer to his arms, hearing him hiss as if it was burning him.

Once you got incredibly close to him, San looked at you, his fear melting away into an eerily neutral expression. He lowered his hands and stood up straight, leaning his head back so that he could burst out in a self-satisfied fit of laughter. “You really thought you were doing something there! Holy shit, that’s gold.”

“Huh…?” You looked up at the demon in shock, slowly starting to realize that you never had any control in the situation.

Towering over you, San reached down to run a warm finger along your jawline, giving you a grin, his shiny white fangs glinting with the aid of the few burning candles that were sitting atop the ledge. “You know all that stuff is fake, right?”

“But…” You pouted, your arm slowly lowering to your side in defeat, wondering why every form of media had lied about how to get rid of unwanted demonic spirits.

San placed a hand against his lower abdomen, unable to keep himself from letting out another laugh, this one more arrogant sounding than the last. “You humans really just believe anything you’re told, huh? How pathetic.” He cracked his knuckles and moved his neck around, loosening the tension. “Now, come here, darling.”

“No!” you argued, taking a few small steps backwards.

Before you could defend yourself, the eager demon grabbed a hold of your neck and brought you down onto the floor, pinning you down with ease.

He chuckled, taking the crucifix from your hand and studying the fake jewels adorning the gold ridges around the top of it. “Humans were blessed with free will and yet some of them actively choose to deny themselves pleasure. What purpose does that serve? Especially when there’s so much debauchery to be a part of?”

You weren’t really paying attention to his words, too busy trying to pull his fingers away from your neck and hitting them with your closed fist when you couldn’t peel any of them off.

“Are you listening to me, sweetheart?” He leaned in towards your face to appreciate the anger etched into your features, his toothy, cheshire-like grin initially pissing you off a bit more than it turned you on.

Acting without thinking, you pursed your lips and sent a wad of spit in his direction, watching it land on his cheek and drip down along his sharp jaw.

“Oh, you’ve done it now,” he muttered, a deep growl reverberating from his ink-covered throat. He dropped the crucifix onto the floor with a low, resounding clang so that he could reach over and grab the nearest present, ripping it open and taking out the collar. “You want to act like a disobedient pet, huh? You don’t want to be good for me?”

Once he loosened his grip on you, you could finally take in a steady breath, but were unable to wiggle yourself out from under him, his body weight keeping you pinned to the floor. “I’m not your pet!”

San shook his head, his shaggy black hair swaying slightly along with his movements. “Stupid girl.” Undoing the strap of the leash, he reached down and put it on you, making sure it was tight enough to push into your skin, but not enough to fully choke you. “You say you’re not my pet, but yet here you are, wearing a collar, with your pretty little cunt soaked for me like a bitch in heat.”

San sure had a way with words, you would have to admit. Were you actually into this as much as he was?

Judging by the way your body was already screaming for the demon to touch you, the signs were pointing to a definite yes.

“Get this fucking thing off of me,” you protested half-heartedly, encouraging him to tug on the edge of the leash near the collar itself and force you to look up into his spellbinding irises, keeping you still with his inhuman strength.

“Now why would I do something like that? I’m having so much fun. Aren’t you having fun?”

“No,” you lied through your teeth, secretly wishing that he would shove his tongue inside your mouth so that you could experience the aphrodisiac-like effects of his saliva.

“You will soon, darling.” He leaned in close, his forked tongue slipping out past his lips to run along your jaw, tasting you. It burned your skin like last time, but you couldn’t deny that it felt incredibly good this time around.

He let go of your collar, your head lowering back down onto the cool floor beneath you. “But, why now?”

Almost annoyed, San answered matter-of-factly, “I wanted to give myself a nice present this year. So I decided I would spend another night with you and your boyfriend.” Seeing the way you were starting to look at him with less malice and more interest, he purred lovingly, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you the most, my pretty little toy.”

Swallowing harshly, you relaxed your previously tense body, opening your mouth without his explicit order to do so. “Aah…”

San grew incredibly hard from this, not wasting a single second to grab your jaw and keep it open, his face now inches away from yours. “Oh, I see. You’ll only be obedient if you’re feeling good, hmm? You want your body to feel so hot…” he began, running a thumb over your bottom lip, “…so sensitive, that you can’t even think straight?”

With your heart pounding away in your chest, you nodded slightly, your squished cheeks feeling warm to the touch. “Uh-huh…”

San’s pupils formed into small slits, just as he slipped his tongue past your parted lips, using it to coil around yours, his abundant saliva filling your mouth. He broke the kiss once you swallowed it down, your own pupils resembling saucers once you had.

“Good girl.” The demon climbed off of you and picked up the crucifix, licking his lips. “Now, since you weren’t listening to me earlier, I’m going to have to demonstrate just how passionate I am about sin.”

You sat up and looked at him curiously, not entirely sure where he was going with this. Regardless, you were ready for anything, the arousal surging throughout your body causing your lower half to ache almost painfully in anticipation.

San flipped the crucifix upside down, pursing his lips and letting some spit drip down the thick, long rod. “Go on and get yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”

You slid yourself over to the cold brick wall of the fireplace and pressed your back against it. Biting into your bottom lip, you gingerly spread your legs apart, your tiny shorts giving San an eyeful of your bare cunt, your wetness already dripping down onto the floor from the fast-acting effects of his saliva.

“Mm, look at you. All nice and wet for me, just like I knew you’d be.” He moved in your direction, settling next to you and lowering his hand down so that he could rub the polished end of the crucifix up and down your pussy, just barely teasing your hole with it.

“Shit…” you whispered, jolting abruptly when the tip of it rubbed into your sensitive clit.

“Hey, do you think God is watching us right now? Or a few nosy angels?” Different sounding voices, some deeper and some higher, came out as San spoke, the other beings channeling him making an early appearance. “You think they’re aroused? Or disgusted? Maybe both? Fuck, I’m so hard just thinking about it.”

“San…” You whined a bit, equally disturbed and turned on by his preferred kink, almost unable to believe that you were so eager to be involved in such perversion, especially with your boyfriend still sleeping peacefully just a floor above you. Did it count as cheating if you were messing around with a supernatural being? Who knows.

“What’s wrong, love? You want it inside already, don’t you?” He chuckled into your ear, his tongue sliding out to lick along the shell of it, angling his hand down slightly and pushing the cold metal rod up into your entrance as deep as it would go. “Take it all for me…”

You responded with a sharp inhale, leaning your head back into the brick behind you, your eyes shifting to look into the demon’s glowing ones when he had begun to move it in and out of you. The rod was surprisingly thick and heavy, making you feel pleasantly full inside. “Oh my god…!”

When he witnessed the ‘o’ shape your mouth made and the moans that began to slip out, he mirrored it, his cock throbbing at the sight of the intrepid lust that had seemed to completely take over you. “Yeah? You like having a cross inside your cunt, baby? It feels good, huh? Does it make you want to worship God or me?”

“You, San…If you make me cum, I’ll worship you in any way you want…” You reached down to wrap your fingers around his wrist, moving it in a faster motion when you felt like he wasn't pleasuring you to the extent you truly needed.

“Fuuuck, you’re such a dirty little slut,” he groaned, gripping the edge of the cross and shoving it in and out of you, using his free hand to rub your clit in circles.

You couldn’t help but reach your arms out past San’s broad shoulders, your fingertips clutching his muscular back for support. “Don’t stop…”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Looking at you like you were his next meal, he slowly dragged his heavy tongue up the side of your flushed cheek, emitting a small ‘aah’ sound.

“Sounds…good…” you exhaled shakily, shivering from the tingling sensation on your skin where he left his saliva.

San continued to fuck you with the cross, his fingers moving rapidly across your clit, making sure to speed up his movements when your arousal began to squirt out of you and drip down the rod onto his hand. “Oh, baby, look at you…It feels so good, you’re already squirting for me?”

“Yesyesyesyes…Fuck, San…!” A ragged, desperate cry erupted from your throat, your nails dragging down the demon’s back and giving him fresh cuts, much to his delight.

After you came back down from your intense high, you didn’t feel fully satisfied and a little tired like you usually did with Wooyoung. Instead, you felt invigorated, your body almost vibrating at the thought of going another round with the demon sitting beside you.

“You’re drooling, my love,” he mused, wiping some of your spit away with the pad of his thumb and swiping at it with the very tip of his tongue. When you just sat there with your lips still parted and your eyes just as dilated as before, San felt the need to inform you of some new information. “Also, we seem to have a guest.”

You hadn’t noticed in the slightest, but Wooyoung had gotten up to investigate when he heard the muffled sounds of your blatant ecstasy coming from downstairs. He had just barely made it into the living room, standing incredibly still near the wall, not prepared to deal with this situation in the slightest.

“Woo!” you said excitedly, about to get up when San grabbed your chin and coaxed it open.

“Don’t swallow this time, okay? I want you to hold it in your mouth and let your cute little boyfriend have a taste.” As soon as he spoke, long strings of saliva began to drip down from his tongue down onto yours, causing you to moan in approval. Once San was done, he tugged a bit on the leash and gave you an eerie smile, whispering near your ear, “Go get ‘em.”

Once San let go of the leash, you sprung up onto your feet and sprinted towards Wooyoung, causing him to back up into the wall and hold his hands up defensively. “Oh, god, baby, no! Just stay right there! Don’t–”

Cutting your boyfriend off when your body collided with his, you didn’t waste any time forcing his jaw open and holding his face still. “Come on, have a taste...” You eased your combined spit into his mouth, your chest pressing against his bare one.

“M-mmn,” he mumbled, his knees almost buckling from the way your tongue lapped languidly at his. His cock instantly began to strain against the confines of his boxers from the relentless waves of arousal that were rushing through him. You opened your eyes slightly, wanting to see his next reaction.

Wooyoung groaned against your lips when your hand tugged his boxers down and off of his body, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock.

Breaking the kiss, but staying in close proximity to his face, you purred, “God, you’re so hard and I’ve barely touched you, Woo.”

“You act like this doesn’t happen every time…”

Delighted by his response, you bit his bottom lip and gently tugged at it with your teeth, earning a moan from him. “Mmm, your cock won’t stop throbbing either.” You began eagerly pumping your hand and drinking in the sight of your boyfriend’s flushed face and drawn eyebrows.

“I…ahhh…can’t help it…”

In the middle of all this, San had made himself comfortable on the couch, watching you both in silence, not even bothered that his untouched length kept twitching periodically.

Wanting to make you feel just as good, Wooyoung slid his own hand past your shorts and rubbed two fingers into your sensitive clit, asking, when he heard you moan, “Yeah, baby? Does that feel good?”

“Really good…”

“You want my fingers inside you?”

“Please, Woo…”

Wooyoung let out a soft chuckle, dropping your shorts to the floor and sliding two digits into you so that he could eagerly shove them in and out, already knowing how to find your g-spot right away.

“Oh, fuck…Right there…!”

“I hear you, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Wooyoung’s tongue poked out of his mouth to wet his lips, grunting as he sped up his movements, encouraging you to do the same with him.

With your foreheads pressed together and hastily breathing in the same air, your eyes locked on one another’s, neither of you wanting to focus on anything else except for each other at that moment.

“Baby, I’m gonna…” Wooyoung announced, just barely loud enough for you to hear, his fingers curling a bit more inside your slick hole, leading you to feel like you were about to cum as well.

“Me too…I–…fuck…” Just as you felt the intensely warm build up inside you begin to overwhelm your senses, you slotted your lips onto Wooyoung’s, the both of you moaning into each other’s open mouths as you reached the height of your shared pleasure.

With his chest heaving, Wooyoung pulled his wet digits out and broke the kiss so that he could push them onto your tongue, letting you savor what had just poured out of you. “Does my baby like tasting herself?” he asked breathlessly, finding it incredibly arousing how you were sucking on his fingers and nodding your head in such an adamant way.

San brought a fist up to his mouth and cleared his throat loudly. “I hate to interrupt something this hot, but I think it’s about time you both got your asses over here.”

You and Wooyoung exchanged glances, almost forgetting about the supposed high-tension situation you were in. “Sorry,” was all you could come up with, unconsciously pulling at the tight collar San had put on you, waiting with baited breath to see how he would respond.

“You’re lucky I’m in the Christmas spirit.” San spread his legs open and pointed downward with one tattooed finger. “I want you both on your knees in front of me. Now.”

Without any hesitation, you both scrambled to the floor before San, sitting on your knees and looking up at him expectantly, completely at his mercy. The demon’s eyes glowed temporarily, the tip of his spiked tail flicking around in the air. “So obedient.”

You couldn’t even register San’s praise, too distracted by his stiff cock, the tip of it red, angry, and dripping with clear liquid. You swallowed your spit, but you couldn’t prevent a bit of drool from leaking out past your lips.

Noticing how hungry you looked, San took a hold of the leash in one hand and pulled it, yanking you closer to him so that you came face to face with his weapon of choice. “Mm, you haven’t gotten the chance to suck my cock yet, huh? I can see why you’re so eager.”

Wooyoung scooted closer to you, the side of his body pressing into yours, his fingers finding their way to your pussy and idly rubbing it up and down. “Go on, baby…”

Just as you lunged forward to devour San, he grabbed you by the chin and held it still. “Here’s your present,” he informed sweetly, slapping his heavy cock across your face and rubbing the tip of it over your lips, allowing you to taste his slightly salty pre-cum.

Despite being a little dizzy from the impact, you felt a major spike of pleasure shoot through you from this particular display of dominance, as well as from the way Wooyoung’s fingers kept gliding over your dripping cunt.

“Now, suck,” San ordered, pressing his cockhead to your mouth.

You took the initiative, dragging your tongue from the tip down to the base and sucking the side of it, cupping his balls in your warm palm and gently massaging them. “Mmm…”

“Gooood girl.” San slid down slightly against the plush couch behind him, moving a few strands of loose hair out of your face and behind your ear.

You teased him for an unspecified amount of time, until you suddenly felt the intense urge to feel him inside your mouth. When Wooyoung slipped a finger inside your cunt, you leaned in and allowed San’s length into your throat, your mouth stretching around it, diligently sucking him off for a while and using one hand to reach the rest of it.

Feeling like he would cum too soon, San groaned out, running his fingers through your hair. “Slow down, darling…slow down…” When you didn’t listen, he gripped the leash and tugged in the opposite direction. “I forgot how much of a greedy whore you are,” he mused, yanking you backwards off of his cock with a lewd ‘pop’, choking you temporarily.

You whimpered, leaning against one of San’s spread thighs, whining, “But, I wanted to make you cum.”

“You need to share. Look at your poor little boyfriend. Look at his face.”

You rubbed your throat just underneath the leather material so that you could soothe the irritated skin, looking over at Wooyoung who was drooling as well, his eyes focused solely on the demon’s curved length.

“Think he can handle this?” San asked you, prompting you to shrug your shoulders.

“Maybe, I don’t know.”

Retracting his hand from you, Wooyoung took major offense to your reaction and huffed, wrapping one hand around San’s cock, pumping it lightly. “I’ll show you. I’ll show you both.”

Wooyoung took in a fair amount of San’s cock, the sides of his mouth stinging from the sheer girth of it, but pressing on and bobbing his head. “M-mmm…”

“Fuck, that’s a good boy…” the demon sighed, watching him for a while until he suddenly gripped the back of Wooyoung’s head and fucked his mouth somewhat quickly, too consumed with lust to care if he was able to breathe or not. “Mm, take it, baby…”

Wooyoung took it the best he could, gagging profusely, with tears falling from his cloudy eyes. Due to never experiencing something so pleasurable before, his cock began dripping a large amount of pre-cum until he eventually came untouched, his load shooting out onto his chest. “Mmmnn…!”

You swallowed hard, your heart racing inside your ribcage, never realizing how incredibly turned on you could feel just from witnessing someone face-fucking your boyfriend in front of you. You couldn’t even be jealous. At least, not yet, anyways.

“Who knew your boyfriend was such a cockslut?” San exhaled in your direction, his dark eyes focusing solely on yours, even when he stopped thrusting and held Wooyoung still, his cock deep inside his throat. Hearing the young man gagging noisily around him, he groaned in ecstasy. “Hey, darling, you want to taste my cum too, don’t you?”

“Yes, please…” you whined softly, prompting San to yank Wooyoung off him, causing thick strings of saliva to leave his mouth and drip down his chin.

San slid his fingers around the back of your neck and held you in place on one side of his cockhead, grabbing the back of Wooyoung’s head, so that his mouth was positioned on the other side. “Let me see how bad you both want it…”

Exchanging a lustful gaze with Wooyoung, the two of you slurped on the tip, your lips and tongues occasionally meeting in the middle until San let out a loud strangled cry of pleasure. He pushed Wooyoung’s face away for a moment, wanting to see his favorite toy painted with his seed.

“Here you go, baby…” San gripped the back of your head with both hands and held you still, his load gushing out in long spurts, most of it landing on your face. You made sure to catch some of his cum inside your open mouth, about to swallow it, but stopping when you heard San whisper, “Share it with him…”

Obeying his request, you pulled your boyfriend into a sloppy kiss, his fingers interlocking with yours as you both swapped the milky liquid back and forth, the both of you moaning periodically.

Wooyoung pulled away so that he could wipe off the remaining cum from your face, then held his coated fingers up in between your mouths, allowing you both to lick and suck them clean.

If San had a soul, it would’ve left his body by now. Thankfully, he didn’t, so he was still good to go. However, he couldn’t help but feel a little bothered. There was so much pleasure to take part in, but so little time. He would have to make the most of it, knowing that he couldn’t truly use the two of you to the extent that he wanted, or else he risked the chance of completely draining your life sources.

Letting the two of you recover from the overload of endorphins that were plaguing your minds, San pointed to the ledge above the fireplace, ordering, “Grab one of those candles and bring it over here. Then, the both of you can make yourselves comfortable on my lap.”

Before you could move, Wooyoung had already jumped up and grabbed one of the melting candles, bringing it over to San and propping himself up on one of the demon’s large, muscular thighs. You got up and sat down on San’s opposite thigh, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

The demon took the candle from your boyfriend and tilted it sideways, dripping some of the hot liquid along Wooyoung’s collarbones, as well as down his chest. “You like that?”

Wooyoung gasped in response, nodding his head, his cock growing hard once again from the pleasantly warm feeling of hot liquid running down his melanin skin.

“How about this?” San questioned in a low voice, holding the candle closer to Wooyoung’s chest so that some of the candle wax poured down over one of his nipples, making sure to do the same to the other one.

“Feels…so good…” Wooyoung arched his back, reaching up the play with one of his sensitive buds, squeezing it and pulling at it. “Play with me too, San…”

San ran his thumb over Wooyoung’s other pert bud, rolling it around in tight, small circles. “Such a mindless little whore.” He carefully set the candle down on the couch so that he could grip one of Wooyoung’s hips, bringing his mouth down near his chest so that he could lap at one of his buds with his forked tongue.

This, of course, drove your boyfriend crazy, leading him to begin mewling and grinding his cock into him. “It’s so good…so good…” he repeated, shuddering from how the demon’s drool began to drip down along his body.

“I bet, baby,” San returned in a raspy voice, completely entranced by how needy he was being, pulling Wooyoung’s body against his own, who whined almost immediately.

“I’m gonna cum again…” Wooyoung moaned, his brown eyes blown out with desire, slowly rubbing his bare chest onto the demon’s muscular one, unable to handle how sensitive his body was feeling.

“Uh-uh, you can’t be cumming so soon. At least, not until I’ve made your girlfriend squirt again.”

You let out a small whimper, leaning your head into the crook of San’s neck, feeling ignored but not voicing it. You felt his hand move up your lower back and caress it, but he didn’t pay attention to you quite yet.

“Want it on your cock?” Amused by Wooyoung’s eager nodding, San lowered the candle and slowly poured the warm liquid in a line across the young man’s throbbing erection.

“Fuuuck, San…!” Feeling the candle wax drip down the sides of his length, Wooyoung whined louder and continued rubbing himself into San’s lower abdomen in an unapologetic way until he cried out in ecstasy, cumming once again.

“Didn’t I just tell you not to cum? So selfish…” San muttered under his breath, his fingers gripping into the sides of the candle, glaring daggers at Wooyoung, who was too busy milking the last few drops of cum from his softening length. “Darling, pull some of the lights off of the tree for me, will you? And wrap them around this disobedient whore’s cock while you’re at it.”

Hearing San finally address you directly, you pulled yourself up from the couch and headed over to the tree, following his directions.

Wooyoung gulped nervously, before gasping when San suddenly shoved him to the ground below him. San then set the candle down onto the floor, his lips forming a lewd smile. “Guess what? You’re going to sit there and watch me pleasure your girlfriend for the rest of the night. I’ll make sure to take care of her in ways that you can’t. Does that sound good?”

“Very.” Wooyoung returned the smile and sat on his knees, shivering a bit when you began to wrap the Christmas lights around his body, binding his arms behind his back and making sure to coil the wire around his already stiffening cock. He looked up at you and frowned. “Hey, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hog all of the attention earlier…”

“It’s okay, Woo, but it’s my turn now,” you returned, running your thumb over the slit of his cockhead just to tease him, giggling softly. “Enjoy the show~”

Wooyoung groaned softly, knowing he most definitely would enjoy every single second of it. It didn’t matter who was touching you, as long as you were feeling good.

“Come here, my love.” San beckoned you with his index finger, leading you to drop the rest of the lights so that you could lower yourself into his lap and straddle one of his thighs. Seeing the pout on your face, he settled his hands on your hips and pulled your body closer, tilting his head to the side. “You didn’t like being ignored, did you?”

“Uh-uh…”

“You want my attention that bad, huh?”

“Yes, please…I need it…” You ran your hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck, feeling San squeeze his hands into the supple flesh of your hips and begin to grind himself into you.

“My darling little toy…you should’ve told me how desperate you were for my attention earlier,” he murmured into your ear, lifting his thigh up slightly while he continued to drag you along it, allowing it to press harder into your clit, making you moan.

“I didn’t want you to punish me…” You began to breathe somewhat heavily, due to San dragging your lower half back and forth at an even faster rate, your insides feeling like they were on fire.

“I thought you liked it when I punished you.”

“I do, but,” you started, unable to hold back a choked moan from the way San continued to control your body movements, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh and feeling the inner ridges of your hip bones. “I like it more when you’re like this…”

“Like what?”

“Sweet to me…” you replied in a soft voice, a light blush forming on your cheeks.

San didn’t know it was possibly for him to feel such a pleasant warmth inside his chest. It almost made him sick, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed such a gentle sensation. “My love…” he whispered, pulling you into a surprisingly heartfelt kiss, still encouraging you to grind on his thigh, eventually driving you over the edge.

You cried out into his mouth, your arousal gushing out onto his lower half and dripping onto the couch cushion below. When he pulled away, you simply gazed into his hypnotic eyes, panting heavily.

“Did that feel good?”

“Mm-hmm…” You pressed yourself up against the demon, your fingers slipping into his raven hair. “Am I your favorite pet to play with?”

“Of course you are, darling.” Bringing one of his hands up to your neck and running a finger over the collar you had on, San asked, “Do you want me to give you a collar that has your name on it? One that I’ll put on you whenever I come by to fuck your brains out?”

You hugged San close to you, nodding your head so quickly, you didn’t even register Wooyoung’s obvious jealousy — but not the kind that you expected.

“That’s not fair,” Wooyoung pouted, his fingers twitching slightly behind his back. “I want one too…”

San looked past your shoulder down at Wooyoung, his once crimson eyes appearing to be completely black at this point. “Sorry, pretty boy. Maybe if you didn’t cum every five seconds, I would consider giving you one too.”

Trying to reclaim San’s focus, you hooked your fingers into the hem of your tank top and lifted it up and over your head, tossing it behind you, not noticing or caring that it landed on your boyfriend’s head. He shook it off, emitting a small whimper, but not exactly bothered by the position he was in.

“I’ll take care of you, my love. I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll never be able to think about anything else, except for me.” San reached for the candle and held it above your breasts, dripping some of it across your soft flesh, using his thumbs to rub the warm candle wax across your nipples.

“Fuck, San…” you gasped, arching your back when he poured a larger amount down the valley of your breasts, feeling it drip down your abdomen and onto your aching sex. “Please, I can’t take it anymore…”

“Yeah?” He blew the candle out and tossed it onto the floor, not caring that it rolled into Wooyoung’s leg, who was trapped between a state of immense pleasure and agony, his cock straining against the wire to the point that the tip of it was an angry shade of red. “Is there something you want, pretty girl?”

Feeling San’s large hands roam up your body and onto your tits so that he could grope and knead them to his heart’s content, you nodded, exhaling, “Your cock.”

“My cock?”

“I need it in me…”

“In your pretty little cunt?”

You blushed, your heart skipping a few beats inside your chest. “In my pretty little cunt…”

“As you wish, darling.” San let out a pleased huff of air, lifting your hips up and pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance, stretching you out so that he could slide you down onto it. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so tight.”

You let out a small cry, your fingernails digging into San’s back, trying to get accustomed to his unusually large size.

Glancing at Wooyoung over your shoulder, San gave the suffering young man a crooked smile. “You must not be hitting it right, huh? Your girlfriend’s tighter than those lights wrapped around your cock.”

Wooyoung bit his bottom lip, feeling humiliated, but still relishing the way San talked down to him, his tethered length twitching slightly as a response. “You should…show me how it’s done…”

San exhaled something in Latin, gripping either side of your ass and plunging himself deep inside you so that he could begin his pursuit of pleasure.

“It’s so big, San…” you moaned out, feeling like you were already descending into madness from the way he was pounding into you at such a brutal speed, the couch creaking so loudly underneath you that the springs could snap at any given moment. “So fucking big, I can barely take it!”

“You’re just tiny…” San squeezed his fingers into your ass and kneaded it, bringing you to let out a whine. “You think you’ll be able to go back to your boyfriend’s cock after this? Or will you be dreaming about mine?”

“I…”

“Look at him and say it,” he chuckled darkly, prompting you to turn your head back and look down at Wooyoung, who was gazing up at you with stars in his eyes.

“I’ll be dreaming about San’s cock the next time you–aah–fuck me, Woo…”

Wooyoung groaned, heavy amounts of pre-cum dripping down the head of his dick and onto the floor below. “I can’t blame you, baby…”

San was only able to take so much satisfaction at once, suddenly holding you down so that he was fully inside you. “Are you ready for me to fill her up with my cum, pretty boy?”

Wooyoung nodded his head, his dick aching so much that his eyes started to water. “Yes, fuck–fill her up for me, San! Please!”

San obliged, holding you completely still as he unloaded into your cunt, the gushing warmth of his cum so pleasurable that you came on the spot.

“I need more, San…” you whispered shakily, encouraging the demon to lift you up and guide your body so that you were facing the other way, your back against his heated chest.

“You read my mind, darling.” He shoved himself back into you, forcing some of the sticky liquid to drip down to the base of his length and pool around his inner thighs. “You’re still so fucking tight…I might actually lose it…”

“Then, you better fuck me until I get used to your size,” you exhaled lovingly, reaching a hand back so that you could slip your fingers into his damp hair, leaning your head back as well so that yours was near his.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he whispered gruffly into your ear, his hands running down your lower abdomen and feeling his heavy cock protruding through your skin. “I bet you’d want me to fuck you day in and day out until you break for me.”

Tears formed in your eyes due to the immense stimulation, unable to see Wooyoung clearly anymore from how blurry your vision was becoming. “You can break me as many times as you want, as long as I’m yours,” you replied in a shaky voice, turning your head to face San.

San began to drool from your words, answering confidently, “You were mine the moment I first saw you, darling. Now…let me have a little bite, okay?” He suddenly ripped off your collar and tossed the remains onto the floor, baring his sharpened teeth. He plunged them into your neck without a second of hesitation, biting down and drawing out your coursing blood.

“Drink up…” you moaned weakly, blinking your tears away and gripping the ends of his hair, your lower half pulsing so intensely that you knew you were going to reach your mind-melting high again.

San noisily slurped the hot liquid up into his mouth, moaning and breathing heavily against your skin, his cock throbbing inside you. “Mmmn…’M….going to…cum…”

“Pleasepleaseplease…fill me up…” you chanted, your heart racing inside your chest, not even bothered how San gulped down your precious life source.

The demon suddenly pulled his mouth away and brought you all the way down on his length again, cementing you in place. “Stand up, pretty boy! Now!”

Wooyoung got up onto his feet so quickly he felt dizzy, about to sob from how insanely good it felt when San’s tail whipped down and sliced the wire off of his cock, finally allowing him to cum. “Oh my fucking god, yes!” he shouted out in ecstasy, his load shooting out all over your chest and lower abdomen.

“Here it comes, darling!” Almost simultaneously, San groaned incredibly loud, tossing his head back onto the couch and pumping you full of his seed for the second time, leading you to your own pinnacle of pure bliss, your mind and body feeling almost completely numbed out.

You couldn’t really acknowledge it when San slipped out from underneath you and stood up, your exhausted body simply falling down onto the couch so that you could get some rest. Wooyoung joined you as well, knocking out almost as soon as he landed next to you.

His own brain and body tingling pleasantly around the edges, San reached down to pet both of your heads, sighing softly. “Merry Christmas, my lovely playthings. Take care, until we meet again.”

He walked over to the tree so that he could take one of the bulbs as a souvenir, looking at his satisfied, flushed reflection inside it. “Merry Christmas to me…” And with that, he vanished into thin air.

When noontime rolled around the next day, the both of you slowly sat up and rested against the couch, looking at each other, studying the various marks, chipped candle wax, and dried remnants of cum that littered your aching bodies.

You cleared your sore throat, leaning into Wooyoung and sighing. “So…he was kind of sweet this time around…Is that crazy to say?”

“Not crazy, no.” Wooyoung wrapped his arms securely around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I mean, I got bullied towards the end there, but honestly, I was really into it.”

You let out a soft chuckle, melting into Wooyoung’s embrace. “I could tell.”

“But, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before. I almost lost my mind.”

“Me too,” you nodded, pulling away and leaning back against the couch again, your boyfriend’s arm slipping around your shoulders and hanging off of it. “I’d say it was a night well spent.”

“Agreed.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence, simply holding each other and admiring the snow that was falling gently outside the frosted windows of your living room. You sighed to yourself, content with how you were filled up with more than just Christmas spirit, idly running your fingers along the deep bite marks on your neck.

Noticing the Santa hat that was sitting near the top of the couch, Wooyoung grabbed it and put it on your head, giving you a smile. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You kissed his cheek, a wide smile forming on your face. “More like Merry Dickmas. Get it? Cuz San’s got a huge c–”

“No, I get it,” Wooyoung cut you off, giving you a blank stare, before erupting in a fit of giggles that you joined in on as well, the both of you hugging and falling back down onto the couch to get some more rest. Once you both quieted down, Wooyoung informed, “It’s my turn to get fucked next time though.”

You turned your head to look at him, gently running your fingers along his chest. “Sure, but he might not want to, since I’m his favorite, after all.”

Wooyoung tsked, hugging you closer to him and nuzzling your cheek. “Are you the main character all of a sudden, or what?”

You nuzzled him back, basking in his comforting warmth and giving him a gentle kiss. “Duh.”

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Boyfriend! Yunho x Afab! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: You and Yunho play your favorite game together.

W.C: 5.2k

Warnings: *possibly triggering content*,established relationship, role playing, hard/soft? dom! Yunho, sub! reader, cnc, pet names, name calling, degradation, size kink, filthy dialogue, manhandling, rope play, fingering, biting, pain kink, blood play, forced orgasm, hair pulling, praise, oral (giving), deep throating, overstimulation, brief use of the color system, rough (unprotected) sex, brief use of a gag

Author's Note: Hope you all are enjoying the spooky season 🖤 I’m literally never going to recover from the picture of Yunho I used, like are we seeing him??? Mark me down as scared and horny dhskshdj. Also, I’ll be posting the teaser for my last spooky fic on the 23rd :) Enjoy 🖤

Song Recs: Running Up That Hill by Placebo, Bound by Key, and Angel by Massive Attack

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You came home after a long day at work, unlocking the front door and slowly pushing it open with your palm, letting out a sigh. You froze for a second, noticing that every light was off inside the house, despite knowing that your boyfriend was home already. “Oh boy…” you murmured to yourself, eyes slowly adapting to the surrounding darkness.

After kicking off your heels near the door, you walked up to the kitchen table, noticing there was a note that Yunho must have left for you. You brought it up to your face and held your phone up near it, using the light from the screen to read what he had scribbled on it.

You have two minutes to hide :) Then I’m gonna come find you ♡

A small, sheepish smile formed on your face, as you tossed the note back down onto the table, a noticeable knot forming tightly inside your stomach. It was finally the night you had been looking forward to all month; the night where you and Yunho would play a little game of hide and seek, only if he caught you, he was allowed to do whatever he felt like doing to you.

To add to the excitement, Yunho never told you when he wanted to play; he only made it obvious by turning all the lights off in the house, like he had done just minutes ago. This resulted in you always coming home with butterflies in your stomach, eager to experience the game again, but never knowing when he’d initiate it.

You set your work bag down onto the kitchen table, using two fingers to pull your hair free from the hair tie you had on. Sighing gently, you took a few extra seconds to prepare yourself mentally for what was awaiting you.

Once you were in an appropriate headspace, you began to walk down the hallway, the tips of your fingers feeling tingly. Taking in a deep breath, you quietly made your way up the stairs, only stopping when you made it to the banister. You looked down at your phone, realizing a minute had already gone by.

“Shit…” you whispered to yourself, eyes darting back and forth between the left and right side of the hallway, wondering which way you should go. Hearing what sounded like the garage door opening and closing, you quickly scampered down the left side and into your shared bedroom, which was located at the very end of the hall.

“Okay, where to hide?” You looked at the bathroom door, shaking your head almost immediately. The bathroom was too confined; you would be instantly cornered if you hid there. Looking towards your bed, you briefly wondered if hiding under it was the way to go. No, it’d take too long to maneuver yourself out from under there, once he found you.

Your breath got caught inside your throat when you started hearing a creaking sound coming from the staircase down the hall, sending your brain into full-blown panic mode. Your nervous gaze settled on your closet, your legs moving in its direction, before you had even fully made up your mind. Quietly sliding the right side of the closet open, you slipped inside, opting to hide in the far left corner, once you had shut the closet behind you. You moved some boxes in front of you and pushed yourself up against the cool wall, your heart beating wildly inside your chest.

Sure, you were frightened, but not truly; you weren’t in any real danger. It was just a simulated version of it, but sometimes Yunho was very capable of making you question the situation. You loved this, however, and he did as well; it allowed you to bring some excitement into your otherwise mundane lives.

“Is my angel hiding somewhere over here?” you heard Yunho say in a low, calculated voice, your fingers unconsciously gripping the carpet below you. The volume of his voice was somewhat muffled, so you assumed that he was still somewhere in the hall.

Yunho suddenly kicked the office door open, the impact of his foot hitting the door making you jump. He scanned the room thoroughly with his dark eyes, sighing softly when he didn’t see you. “Not here…” he murmured, sounding disappointed. He eventually found his way into your shared bathroom that was connected to your bedroom, standing there silently for a minute.

Sensing his presence inside the room, you tried to make your body appear as small as possible, bringing your knees up to your chest and holding your legs securely in place. You could hear your boyfriend take in a deep breath, then slowly let it out, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“I bet your pussy is already soaking wet for me, angel,” he exhaled, leaning one hand on the bathroom door frame he was standing near, peering inside to see if you were dumb enough to hide in there. “I know how much you love playing hide and seek with me.”

You let out a barely audible sigh, before quietly slamming a hand against your mouth to prevent yourself from making any more pleased noises in response to his words. You sat there for a moment, waiting to see if Yunho had heard you. Your body eventually relaxed, when you didn’t hear him respond verbally or physically. You internally gave yourself praise, proud of yourself for being able to mask the sounds that so desperately wanted to escape your mouth. However, this mini celebration of yours didn’t last very long.

You almost jumped out of your skin when the right side of the closet came flying open, Yunho's large frame coming into view. He placed one of his hands on the edge of the wall and the other on the opened closet door, slowly leaning his body into the space you were in, quietly admiring your frightened, doe-like eyes. “Found you,” he said, in an almost melodic tone, giving you an ominous smile.

You stayed completely still initially, feeling your heart stop beating for a split-second. He was almost too good at appearing like he was a psychopath, but you knew that he was just very enthusiastic when it came to roleplaying. Yunho always made sure to stay in character during these interactions and you loved it; you couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

“D-don’t even think about touching me,” you murmured in a small voice, maintaining eye contact with him, as your fingers gingerly slid in between the left side closet door and the door frame. Your eyes narrowed with feigned anger, your lips forming a small scowl. “I’m serious, Yunho!”

A dark chuckle erupted from Yunho’s throat, his fingers wrapping around the jute rope that he was holding, his hands closing into fists around the rough material. He then spread his hands apart, causing the rope to be stretched.

This action alone sent heat straight to your core, your legs involuntarily pressing against one another. You gritted your teeth, trying not to let him see how truly excited you were about the situation. “I’m not joking! Fuck. Off.”

Another pleased laugh escaped past Yunho’s lips, this one being more light and airy, almost like he had just been told a joke. He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and sighed, his joyous expression suddenly melting away and being replaced with an eerily neutral one.

“It’s so amusing to me that you believe you have any sort of authority in this situation, angel. You’re simply my prey, my play thing, my little toy, that I'll use, abuse, and fill up with my cum,” he stated, his eyes devoid of any compassion, and instead filled with fervid lust.

You swallowed harshly, already feeling your wetness soak through your thin panties. You remained quiet, unable to come up with a response, aside from just looking up at him with wide eyes. For what seemed like forever, the two of you just stared back at one another, waiting for either one of you to make some sort of move.

“Come here, angel,” was all that Yunho said, as he suddenly pushed his way into the closet, reaching for your leg to grab it.

You quickly opened your side of the closet, scrambling out of it and out onto the floor of your bedroom. Breathing heavily, from the adrenaline already coursing through your veins, you jumped up onto your feet and started sprinting down the second-story hallway. You heard a satisfied laugh echo from the bedroom, your successful escape plan clearly bringing Yunho some kind of fulfillment.

Just as you looked past your shoulder to catch sight of Yunho’s tall figure appearing outside of the bedroom door, you suddenly felt your foot sliding across the slick wood flooring you were running on, causing you to lose your footing. “Shit!” you gasped, unable to regain your balance and, in turn, instantly falling on your ass.

The loud, rapidly increasing footsteps heading in your direction threatened to stop your heart permanently. You let out a small cry of fear, reaching up to grab the edge of the banister and using your momentum to propel yourself upwards. You just narrowly escaped your boyfriend’s grasp by ducking and sending yourself down the stairs at a dangerous speed, almost missing a step on the way down.

The only sounds you could hear coming from behind you were a couple quiet giggles, as well as the occasional call of your nickname. You ignored his attempts at freaking you out further, solely focusing on getting to the front door. If you did so, that would mean you had finally won the game for the first time. Even though the two of you had played countless times, you could never seem to win, due to how much faster and stronger Yunho was than you. Not to mention, how much larger. Something about him being 6’1 and running towards you at a rapid speed with a smile plastered on his face always sent fear and arousal straight into you, without fail.

“Angelllll, stop running from me! Let me play with you!” he shouted after you, fast-walking down the first five steps of the staircase, before easily jumping past the last five, his feet landing on the wood floor with a thud.

You let out an involuntary scream, running towards the front door, as fast as your legs could carry you. Just as your hand reached out for the door handle, you felt all the air inside your lungs suddenly disappear. Your boyfriend’s sturdy body had made a rough impact with your significantly more delicate one, his large hands grabbing the back of your shoulders and shoving you chest-first into the front door, your head hitting the door, causing a dizzying sensation to overcome your senses.

“Caught you…” he exhaled, near the side of your upper jaw, tongue flicking out of his mouth to drag up the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. “Now, it’s finally time for the fun part.”

Once Yunho had stripped your top half, he wasted no time to tie you up, so that your arms were held taut behind your back. He also made sure that the rope was wrapped securely both above and underneath your breasts, as well as in between. He was quite experienced with this sort of thing, so he knew how tight he wanted certain sections of the rope to be, as well as how loose other areas should remain, so that it didn’t cut off your circulation and make your body go numb.

“Mmm, my beautiful angel, all tied up just for me…” he sighed, running a finger down the knotted sections of the rope, admiring his work. It was an art, in itself. He felt the same way about your body; he loved observing your skin, as it slowly grew more visibly irritated and tender over time, the way your breasts would become swollen and sensitive the longer you were tied up, but his favorite thing was how you had to hide your rope burns with long-sleeved shirts, before you went to work the next morning. Everything about this dynamic that you shared together never failed to turn him on immensely.

“P-please let me go…” you murmured, turning your head, so that you could look up at him with pleading eyes. You made a small squeaking sound when Yunho responded by grabbing the back of your head and pressing it against the cold wood of the door, his free hand finding its way down to your work skirt and pulling it down in one swift motion.

“I’ll let you go when I’m done using you,” he murmured against your ear, letting go of your head and hooking his fingers into the material of your pantyhose around your ass and crotch area, before tearing them open, without a second thought. He groaned at the sight of your soaked panties, instantly grabbing the thin material and ripping it off of you as well, tossing them onto the nearby couch.

You moaned in response, feeling a significant amount of wetness begin to leak out of you and down your inner thighs. Biting your lip, you desperately squeezed your legs together to prevent more from coming out.

“P-please, stop! I’m begging you!”

Yunho earned another moan from you when he kicked the insides of your ankles, forcing your legs to spread open for him. “You thought you could hide your wet little cunt from me? You’re so precious, angel,” he chuckled lightly, petting your hair in an oddly gentle fashion.

You were about to answer with something bratty when you felt your breath get caught inside your throat, due to feeling the overwhelming sensation of Yunho’s long fingers pushing deep into your pussy. You squirmed around helplessly, as he began pumping them in and out of you, at an alarming pace. “Oh my fucking god!” you cried out, unable to hold back the constant need to whine and whimper. “Yunho…ple-aseee…!”

“Please, what?” he questioned, adding a third digit inside you, chuckling when you only answered with another moan. “My poor little angel…you’re so much of a cock-hungry little whore that you’ve already lost your ability to form basic sentences…” He grabbed one of your hips roughly with one hand, forcing you to arch your back to a certain extent, allowing his fingers to reach your g-spot with ease.

“A-aah! Fuck!” you cried out, the muscles in your upper legs tightening in response to the sudden increase of pleasure you felt, your eyelids fluttering shut.

“That’s it…That’s the spot, huh? You like it right there, baby?”

Yunho pounded his fingers into you, his body pressing heavily against yours. He whispered more obscenities directly into your ear, pulling it roughly with his teeth afterward, earning a small whine from your parted lips.

“That’s my good girl…”

When he tilted your head in his direction, so that he could see how euphoric your expression was and how beautiful you looked in general, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to bite you. He did so, without any hesitation, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck.

“F-uuck!” you choked out, feeling your blood begin to trickle down your neck. You cried out again when he bit into your shoulder this time, even harder than before. “Yunho! Oh my god, Yunho!” Your eyes rolled back into your head, the pain almost too overwhelming, but still just as pleasurable as it was being finger-fucked by him.

“Fuuuck, I love hearing you cry out my name like that, baby…It makes me want to bite you again and again…”

Once Yunho felt your pussy tighten significantly around his fingers, he grunted, shoving them as deep as he could and sliding them almost all the way out, before repeating the cycle. “Yeah, that’s it…”

This almost drove you to the brink of insanity; your head was pounding from the intense stinging sensation of your wounds, as well as from the dizzying amount of pleasure you were overcome with. “Yun…ho…” you exhaled, a bit of drool escaping your mouth.

“Are you gonna cum, angel? Hmm? Are you gonna cum just from being bitten? Or from the way I’m fucking you with just my fingers?”

“B-both,” you whimpered, looking back at him through your peripheral vision. Feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your high, you almost didn’t realize when Yunho had sunk his teeth into the other side of your neck, feeling him bite down hard enough, so that you felt a lightning bolt of pain inside your head.

“Fuck!“ you yelled, the combination of his rapidly moving fingers and teeth slicing into your flesh proving to be too lethal, immediately bringing you to orgasm.

Yunho pulled his fingers out of your pulsing hole and brought them around your shoulder up to your trembling lips, sliding them into your mouth.

“Suck them clean, angel.”

You closed your eyes, your mouth closing around his fingers and sucking on them just as he asked, only to gasp on them, when you felt Yunho’s tongue lapping at the remaining blood left on your neck and shoulder where he had bitten you.

“Mmmn…” he mumbled, pulling away from your neck and licking his lips, just as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He grabbed you by the hair and yanked your body back into his, caressing the side of your jaw lightly. Without another word, he slammed his lips against yours and forced his tongue into your mouth, making you taste an overwhelming amount of iron.

You struggled against him, trying to do your best to free your body from its restraints, but failing miserably, not that you really wanted to escape. You just loved playing the part.

“Mm..! Mm-mmm!” you reacted, feeling Yunho’s large hands grope your body up to your secured breasts, squeezing them as roughly as he could, prior to pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples.

He chuckled into your mouth, pleased with how you were responding, using the tip of his fingers to roll around your nipples, just before flicking them as hard as he could a few times in a row.

“Y-Yunho…” you murmured softly, just as he broke the kiss and pulled away. You could barely function at this point and he wasn’t even close to being done with you. It frightened you, but not nearly as much as it turned you on.

“Angel.” Your boyfriend ran a finger down your back and along one of your bound forearms, informing you, “I think it’s time for you to show me what that pretty little mouth of yours is capable of.”

Within a few moments, Yunho had placed you down on the leather sofa, so that you were laying on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the elongated arm rest, a large pillow being positioned underneath your body to prevent you from straining any muscles.

You studied Yunho from below, watching as he hastily pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his large, throbbing cock. “Holy fuck…” you mumbled to yourself, as a few drops of pre-cum fell from the tip of his erection, landing on your cheek and slowly rolling down it.

Yunho’s lips curled into a gratified smirk, always loving when you fed his ego. “You act like you don’t see my cock every day, angel. Or do you just love it that much? I bet you daydream about it all day at work, don’t you?” He reached down to gather up the pre-cum with his thumb and rubbed it all over your lips, letting out a sigh.

“Of course I do…You know how much I love worshiping your cock, Yuyu,” you purred, feeling pleased when you saw how his smirk turned into a lewd smile, very aware of how much he loved it when you called him by his nickname.

“Then show me how much you love it, angel,” Yunho requested, holding his dick near your mouth, immediately drawing in a sudden breath, when he felt your tongue teasingly swipe over the slit.

“Then hurry up and shove your cock down my throat, Yuyu,” you responded in an impatient tone, prior to opening your mouth as wide as you possibly could.

Yunho’s dark irises instantly dilated upon hearing your bold words, prompting him to push most of his length into your mouth, the tip of his dick sliding past the entrance of your throat. “Angelllll, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, his long fingers holding your neck from either side, making sure to apply some pressure, but not enough to hurt you. “So, so pretty.”

“M-mmmnn…” you moaned around him, carefully drawing in air through your nose and slowly relaxing your throat, so that you could take him, without any issues.

Yunho gazed down at you, waiting for you to adjust to his large size. Once you had done so, he began pumping himself in and out of your mouth, groaning deeply when he felt your moans vibrating around his member.

“Fffffuck, I can never-unhh-get tired of this. I love fucking your tight little throat, angel…” he exhaled somewhat shakily, unconsciously speeding up his movements, instinctively wanting to increase the amount of pleasure he was feeling as soon as possible.

Your eyes were beginning to roll back behind your closing eyelids, the sensation of being throat-fucked in such a lewd position proving to be too pleasurable for you to keep a proper grasp over your facial expressions. Your tingly arms and hands twitched beneath your back, desperately wanting to escape, so that you could touch yourself, in order to ease the throbbing you felt between your legs.

Yunho let out a long groan, noticing the small puddle of arousal soaking into the couch near where your legs were spread open, commenting, “Something tells me that you’re loving this just as much as I am, angel…You just love being a good little cocksleeve for me, huh?” He suddenly looked down towards your neck, instantly distracted. “Fuck, would you look at that…” he breathed, admiring the way his cock looked moving in and out of your throat, his eyes zoning in on the outline of it.

You squeezed your legs together, the aching you felt inside your core being almost unbearable at this point, causing you to groan a bit around his cock, knowing you couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“What’s wrong, angel? Do you want me to touch you? Is that it? Cumming once wasn’t enough for you?” he questioned in a low voice, leaning forward onto the couch a bit, so that he could shove himself further into your throat and at a faster rate, without requiring as much hip movement as it previously did. “What a needy little slut you are…”

“Mmm-hmm…!” you moaned, wondering if Yunho could even understand you over the constant squelching sounds of his cock going into your throat over and over again.

“Mm, since you're being such a good girl for me, I’ll help you out, okay?” Yunho used his core strength to lean down over you a bit further, reaching his hand down to your already-soaked pussy, using his middle and ring finger to rub rapidly against your swollen clit.

“Mmmmn!” Your back arched almost instantly, so fast and so abrupt, that it hurt your spine. Feeling his fingers push down harder against your clit and move in a side-to-side motion, you knew that your orgasm was already imminent, as was Yunho’s, considering the way his cock was throbbing inside your throat.

“Mmm, look at you…that feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Yunho sighed, gripping the side of the couch with one free hand, shoving his cock relentlessly into your throat and admiring the way your spit was consistently dripping from your lips and slowly sliding up your face, then into your already-damp hair. “Fucking take it…take this cock…”

You couldn’t handle it anymore; Yunho’s filthy mouth and actions had finally taken their toll on you, causing you to reach your second orgasm. “Mmmfff…!” You bucked your hips up against Yunho’s hand, as cum spilled out of your hole and onto the couch below you.

“Good girl…I want to see that again,” Yunho observed, placing his fingers back down onto your pulsing clit and rubbing it rapidly once more, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

You let out a consistent flow of muffled moans, your lower half twitching periodically, due to Yunho’s unfaltering hand movements. Within a few moments, you came again, this time harder than before, causing the edges of your vision to blur temporarily.

“My pretty little angel…I bet that felt nice, didn’t it? You know what else will feel nice?” Yunho started, both hands going back to your neck and holding it securely, as he rammed his cock down your throat at a brutal pace. “My cum shooting down your slutty-aah-little-unh-throat! Don’t you want it, angel? Don’t you want my cum?”

You couldn’t even respond at this point; how could you? Your mouth was occupied and your body was bound. The only thing you could do was moan weakly a few times around Yunho’s cock, knowing he probably couldn’t even hear you over the sound of his groans and the sinful sounds coming from your throat.

“Oh, godddd, I’m gonna fucking cum…” Yunho announced in a strangled voice, suddenly stopping his movements and holding you in place, just in time for hot ropes of cum to pour down your throat, forcing you to swallow it, so that you didn’t choke. “Mmhmm…drink it all, baby…Show me how much you love this cock…”

You did just as he asked of you, drinking down his slightly bitter release in gulps, until there was no more left. Your body rested against the pillow you were laying on, feeling drained of your energy, but still having the motivation to continue your roleplay.

Yunho pulled out of your mouth and wiped the tip of his cock on your swollen lips, sighing softly. “What color are you, angel?” he questioned, running his fingers through your hair.

“Green,” you replied confidently, looking up at your boyfriend with a smile, just before he grabbed you by the shoulders and laid you down the other way, so that you were on your stomach with your head down and your ass up in the air.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Yunho responded, his large hands grabbing hold of your hips from both sides, squeezing them roughly. “You ready for this cock, baby?”

“Yes, now give it to me!”

Your eager response sent Yunho back into a darker mindset, already shoving his throbbing length into your tight hole, groaning when he bottomed out right away. “Ffffuck, my baby’s always so tight…” he mused, letting out a small satisfied laugh, before he began slamming himself in and out of you at a brutal pace, right out of the gate.

“Jesus, fuck!” you choked, your voice cracking unintentionally, almost feeling dizzy from the way Yunho was fucking you. Your body went completely lax against the couch cushion, feeling more drool leaking out past your lips, your fingers twitching slightly behind your back.

“Oh my goddd, just look at you taking it like a good little whore…You love it, don’t you?” Yunho lowered himself and laid directly on your back, his arms moving past either side of you and resting down on the couch cushion, his body heavy against yours. “You like being my little fuckdoll, baby?” he asked against your earlobe, his harsh breaths sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded your head weakly, barely able to focus on what Yunho was saying, due to the waves of fire that were ripping through your body, threatening to send you over the edge. You abruptly gritted your teeth when you felt him pounding into you even harder than before, if that was possible. Your hands formed into fists, feeling like you were genuinely going to lose it, thanks to the mind-breaking amount of pleasure that was flooding your brain and body. “W-wait, no more! It’s-aaah-too much, Yuyu! Please…! I’m gonna go fucking crazy!”

Your boyfriend let out a dark chuckle, reaching for your panties that were crumbled up on the couch and grabbing them, muttering, “Sorry, angel. You’re gonna have to be a good girl and take it.” Before you could protest, Yunho shoved your panties into your mouth, in such a rough manner, that you gagged around the thin lacy material.

You instinctively tried to move your arms, letting out a muffled whine, knowing you had absolutely no control over the situation. This only served to increase the intensity of your high, encouraging you to unravel completely, feeling Yunho fucking your abudant wetness out of you, and, in turn, hearing him groan loudly above you.

“You just came, didn’t you, angel?” he questioned, in between breaths, finding it amusing that you couldn’t even answer him, causing him to let out an airy, pleased chuckle. “My beautiful little rope bunny…Both of your holes stuffed with my cock and your own ripped panties…Oh my goddd, I think I’m gonna cum….!” Getting himself worked up with his own words, in addition to your pussy constricting around his length like a vice, he let out a long, strangled moan, his cum spilling out deep inside you. However, he continued to thrust into you, refusing to stop, until your pussy milked him completely dry. “Ahhh, goddd…baby…take it allll…”

You moaned around the makeshift gag, along with Yunho, your thighs trembling from the overwhelmingly warm and comforting sensation you felt within your core, letting you stay in a state of pure euphoria for a significant amount of time. “Mmmfff…”

After the both of you had finally come down, Yunho took his time untying you, and in turn, admiring the rope burns littered around your skin, running his fingers along some of them, sending shivers up your spine. “So pretty…” he murmured to himself, before pulling you up and into his arms, relaxing his body against the couch. “You did so well for me, angel.” He kissed your forehead and your temple a few times, mumbling onto your skin, “Are you okay, angel? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him as tightly as you possibly could, replying, “I’m more than okay, Yuyu. I couldn’t be better.” Hearing Yunho’s sigh of approval, you opted to stay in his arms for a prolonged amount of time, enjoying his warmth.

“Yuyu?” you eventually spoke up, something on your mind.

“Yeah?”

You pulled back slightly, so that you could look up at him, a small mischievous smile on your face. “Do you think you can dress up as Ghostface next time?” You patted his shoulder a couple times, out of excitement. “Oh, and call me on the phone when I get off of work and ask me what my favorite scary movie is!”

He smiled at you, nodding his head and rubbing your back in gentle circles, wondering how you could be so cute. “Of course I can, angel.”

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape, as if you had another idea, your smile becoming brighter. “And Michael Myers after that!”

Yunho reeled back, his eyebrows raising up. “Angel,” he started, letting out a surprised chuckle, shaking his head. “Really? Michael Myers?”

You got defensive almost immediately, holding up an accusative finger in his direction, your eyes narrowing.

“Don’t you fucking judge me!”

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so like. best friend hyunjin begs and begs and begs for a massage because he’s had a really long day dancing and you’re like fine okay but you owe me. and like,,, imagine massaging that man’s thighs and slowly seeing the buldge in his sweats get bigger and bigger and when you try making fun of him for it he just goes “so you’re not wet right now?” and when you say no he goes: prove it. bye i must never speak again -💛

COME BACK HERE you can’t just send me this and then disappear >:(

word count: 2.2k (no excuse honestly)

details: smut 18+, thigh riding, handjob, switch!hyunjin + switch!reader

“if i do it will you stop complaining?” you ask in a huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“mhm,” your best friend answers, already grinning.

“fine, but you owe me. lay down.”

hyunjin does as asked and lays back on your bed, stretching out his legs for you. you sigh and climb onto the mattress, straddling his ankles a little awkwardly. you start with his calves, massaging the muscles through the material of his sweatpants. hyunjin groans in relief and lets his head fall back on your pillow.

“you know, if you wouldn’t push yourself so hard, your legs wouldn’t get this sore.”

“i have to, though,” he argues. “i can’t let the rest of them down.”

“yeah, yeah,” you mutter, not wanting to push the issue further since you know he’ll just be stubborn about it.

you’re both quiet as you make your way up his legs. his muscles are tight, almost like he’s tensing them on purpose, and you have to tell him more than once to relax. you’re extra gentle with his knees since there isn’t a lot of tissue there and then swiftly move on to his thighs.

hyunjin is in the studio almost every day. he’s naturally lean, but the amount of time he spends practicing has made him visibly toned. he has the body of a dancer through and through, which means his thighs are strong and firm. your hands have never looked smaller than they do on hyunjin’s thighs, a fact that you try not to think about as you begin to massage them.

you don’t want to make him uncomfortable so you start just above the knee, planning to slowly work your way up if that’s something he tells you he wants. you’ve been best friends for years now, but you’ve never touched each other… like this, so it’s a bit of uncharted territory and that makes you nervous.

he seems to like what you’re doing so far, though, if his little hums of pleasure are anything to go by.

“you’re really good at this,” he compliments suddenly.

you feel your face turn warm.

“thanks. i’ve never done this before, so i could be fucking up your muscles for all you know.”

“worth it.”

your roll your eyes and shake your head at him even though his eyes are closed and focus on applying pressure to the spots that feel the most strained. hyunjin tenses underneath you again and you pause.

“am i hurting you?”

“no, feels good.”

“then relax.”

your gaze falls to his hands that are clenching and releasing by his sides and you’re about to accuse him of lying to you about hurting him when something in his lap draws your attention away. then it all makes sense. no wonder he’s been so restless. he’s hard.

like. really hard. you can see the outline of his cock through the material of his sweats. the pants leave almost nothing to the imagination with how tight they are. no wonder he’s so tense, he’s been trying (and failing) to fight an erection this whole time.

you couldn’t really blame him. the thighs were an errogenous zone. but that didn’t mean you were going to let him off the hook.

“want me to massage that too?” you ask, eyeing the bulge in his pants.

hyunjin’s eyes shoot open as if he knows exactly what you’re referring to and his cheeks go red.

“i, um…”

“was asking for a ‘massage’ actually code for something else because that’ll cost you extra.”

“no! that’s not- i didn’t mean to—”

you smirk and squeeze his legs, making him jump. his hands fly to his crotch to cover himself, even though it’s far too late for that, and he refuses to meet your gaze. you like watching your best friend squirm so you decide to push him a little further.

“you know, if you wanted to get in my pants you could’ve just asked.”

“please, like i’m the only one affected,” he scoffs. “i bet you’re even worse off than me, i just can’t see it.”

you’re not sure where this newfound confidence of his came from all of the sudden but you you don’t think you like it. it’s your turn to be flustered as you stutter out, “wh-what are you talking about?”

“you. being turned on by this.”

“you’re the one with a boner,” you point out, trying to deflect.

“yeah, and i bet you’re wet right now.”

“i’m… i’m not!”

“prove it then.”

you blink. “what, how?”

“c’mere,” hyunjin says, beckoning you closer.

were you really about to do this?

you shuffle forward until you’re straddling his waist. he hisses as you unintentionally brush up against his erection, hands coming up to your hips to hold you still.

he eyes you carefully as if to ask if you’re really okay with this, thumb tracing the waistband of your joggers. your heart is racing, but not being one to back down from a challenge you nod for him to continue. he dips his hand into your pants, fingertips catching on the elastic band of your underwear before delving beneath it.

hyunjin smirks. “i fucking knew it.”

“yeah, well it’s because you moan like a pornstar when i’m touching you,” you protest defensively.

“who can blame me, with hands like yours?”

you smack him lightly on the chest with a disapproving frown. “get your head out of the gutter.”

“my hand is literally down the front of your pants right now.”

“and are you going to do anything about that?”

“do you want me to do anything about it?”

you stare each other down for what feels like several minutes but in reality is probably only a few seconds before being the first to break. your expression softens and your shoulders slump forward as you admit defeat.

“touch me?” you whine quietly.

“all you had to do was ask.”

hyunjin is entirely too pleased with himself, you decide. he’s the one who got horny first but you don’t call him out on it because it turns out you find it quite hot when he gets cocky and you’re already feeling impatient.

to your dismay, he takes his hand out of your pants, which is the exact opposite of what you want him to do. you’re confused until he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your arousal from them, eyes fluttering closed as he savors the taste of you.

you’ve yet to pick your jaw up from off the floor when he opens his eyes again which makes him grin.

“why don’t you ride my thigh, baby?” he suggests, “since you seem to like them so much.”

baby. that was new.

“but… they’re still sore,” you point out.

“i’ll be okay,” he promises.

as if to prove it to you, he pushes your hip so that you’ll lift your knee up and he can slot one of his legs between yours while moving the other to the side. hyunjin can sense you’re still hesitant so he takes the initiative and guides you down onto him.

“how’s that?”

“it’s um, it’s good. does it hurt?”

hyunjin tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and sighs fondly. “no, baby. it’s fine. you’re fine.”

“but what about you? don’t you want to…” you trail off as you nod down at his dick.

“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this shy before,” hyunjin muses, mostly to himself. “it’s cute.”

“it’s not every day you and your best friend get each other off,” you mutter in response.

“it’s just me,” he reasons as he helps you rock yourself on his thigh. “it doesn’t have to be weird if we don’t want it to be.”

“you’re r-right,” you agree, holding back a moan. “but what about you?”

“what about me?”

“don’t you want to cum too?”

hyunjin shrugs. “you can just palm me over my sweats if you want. i’ve been hard for so long now it won’t take much.”

“i don’t want you to ruin your pants, though.”

“something tells me you have a higher chance of ruining my pants than me,” he argues.

you whine again, spurred on by the pressure against your clit and the embarrassment his words make you feel. you’re already dizzy with pleasure but then hyunjin starts to bounce his leg on the bed, creating even more friction for you. you gasp and keen forward, bracing yourself with both hands on his chest so that you don’t collapse on top of him.

“you’re trying to distract me,” you accuse through grit teeth.

“is it working?”

“no. still want to make you feel good too.”

“what’s stopping you, then?” he asks, even though he knows exactly what’s stopping you.

“jinnie…”

that’s always been his weak spot. he relents with a sigh, not stopping entirely but slowing enough so that you can think with a clear head.

“you can do whatever you want to me,” he says earnestly.

“can i… can i take it out?”

you’ve been dying to see his dick ever since you noticed the outline of it in his pants. it seemed huge, even bigger than you imagined it being, but you still want to see it for yourself.

“fuck, if you want to.”

you do want to, so you pull his sweats and briefs down just far enough to get his cock out and take it in your hand. once again, your hand looks tiny in comparison.

hyunjin’s dick is so. pretty. it’s big, like you guessed it would be, and flushed like he’s aching for you. there’s precum pearling at the tip and it takes everything in you not to lean down and lick it off. you know he’s been hard for a while so you don’t waste any time spitting into your palm and rubbing it over the head of his cock.

your best friend groans and kicks his head back.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve thought this,” he admits.

this was obviously news to you. as attractive as hyunjin was you always tried not to think about him in that way— though in moments of weakness he was known to make an appearance in your fantasies when you’d get yourself off, trying to think of quite literally anyone else as you did.

“yeah?” you asked, trying to grab hold of that confidence you’d had earlier. you discover it’s a lot easier to sound sure of yourself when you have a man trembling beneath you. “is it as good as you imagined?”

“better.”

“feels good for me too,” you tell him. “bet fucking you would feel even better though. you’d fill me up so nicely…”

“fuck you, i’m not going to last.”

you smile and begin to pump him faster, simultaneously chasing your own high by rubbing your clit with your free hand as you ride his thigh.

“wanna cum, jinnie?”

his eyes are screwed shut and his bangs have started to stick to his forehead. you’ve barely touched him, aside from the massage, and he already looks fucked out. “yes, baby, please!”

“so you don’t want to fuck me?” you pretend to sound disappointed which makes his eyes snap open in panic.

you watch as the muscles in his stomach tense and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his entire body fraught with restraint. he’s right there on the edge, you can tell.

“i do! i do- i can go again! i promise, just please, i can’t stop it—”

“you sound so pretty when you beg for me.”

that’s all it takes for hyunjin to cum, back arching off the bed, crying your name.

seeing him fall apart is what does it for you too. your own orgasm catches you by surprise. you clench down around nothing as you cum hard and collapse against his chest.

his dick gets caught in between your bodies, still spurting cum… it makes a huge mess and ruins both of your shirts, not that either of you have enough energy to care.

“s-sorry,” hyunjin apologizes as soon as he catches his breath.

“no, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to fall on you. are you okay?”

“i’m fantasic,” he assures you with a thumbs up. you roll your eyes. “i’m serious! i don’t think i’ve ever cum that hard before. you have magic hands.”

“so that’s why you enjoyed the massage so much, huh?”

“exactly. if anything, it’s your fault.”

you push yourself off of him with a scoff, only to be pulled back in by his arms wrapping themselves around your shoulders. you lay there for a moment and listen to each other’s breathing.

“did you… mean it about being able to go again?” you ask shyly.

“yeah. i can always get it up for you.”

you’re not exactly sure how to take that statement so you decide not to dwell on it now. just add it to the growing list of things you’d have to discuss later… after you fucked each other’s brains out.

“why?”

“i mean since we have to clean up anyway, i thought maybe we could go for round two in the shower?”

hyunjin smirks. “say less.”

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