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For real Alyssa, they are right 👀 I think this is my most read fic and it's not even about Mingi 😂

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27 - ꜰᴜʀʀʏ/ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ - ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

pairing: fox hybrid! wooyoung x cat hybrid! reader (fem) feat. owners seongjoong

summary: you mess around with a new hybrid playmate while your owners go out to eat.

w.c: 3.4k

warnings: dom leaning! wooyoung, sub leaning! reader, these mfs are in HEAT, subspace stuff, pet names, praise, kissing, food play, nipple play (m receiving), grinding, breeding kink (it’d be an actual crime if i didn’t include this) unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: on all levels except physical i am a kitty - meow okay but fr i’ve always wanted to write a hybrid au so i’m so glad i finally did!! it was so fun ahhhh <3 also there's only one more fic to go ;; thank you for coming on this filthy journey with meee <3

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“Y/N, I’m home!” your owner Hongjoong called out, standing near the doorway of his apartment next to his friend Seonghwa, who he had a fat crush on, and of course, his companion Wooyoung, a beautiful red fox hybrid who was a sneaky little troublemaker with a heart of gold. “And I brought company, so make sure you have some clothes on!”

Ears twitching at the sound of your owner’s voice, you pulled yourself out of the cat nap you were taking on Hongjoong’s bed and pounced into his open closet to find one of his oversized hoodies and some booty shorts to put on. Yawning dramatically, you headed out into the living room, seeing Seonghwa give you a smile and a wave. You reciprocated, but suddenly went still upon seeing the hybrid you had never encountered before besides the times Hongjoong made you interact with him over FaceTime, your tufted ears now on high alert.

Wooyoung reacted differently, his mind yelling ‘Kitty! Must scent!’, immediately heading in your direction to do just that, but getting pulled back when Seonghwa placed his hands onto his shoulders, hearing him go ‘uh-uh-uh.’

Hongjoong walked over to you and gave you a hug, running his hand down your fluffy tail to get it to go from a standing position to a relaxed one. “Don’t be so scared, sweetheart. You’ve talked to him before. He’s been really excited to meet you in person, you know.” Seeing your apprehension, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “I just thought you could hang out with someone new. Do you remember me telling you about this a couple days ago? How Daddy wants you to meet new hybrids so you can socialize?”

You thought about it for a minute, going back through the past week, your freshest memory being of your trip to the mall with Hongjoong. He bought you a new plushie and some new cat grass after you tossed the other one off of the balcony when you were having a fit. He used half of the spray bottle on you that day.

“Uh…not really,” you replied honestly, idly grabbing onto Hongjoong’s sleeve and holding it, looking past him, studying the fox that was staying still in his owner’s grasp. He didn’t look too scary now that you weren’t so caught off guard by a person who wasn’t your owner or his boyfriend. Friend. You weren’t sure because Hongjoong always got pouty whenever you asked. You tilted your head, finding Wooyoung’s outfit to be really adorable. He had a few pink heart-shaped clips in his hair, keeping some of his cherry-red bangs out of his eyes. He was wearing a cute oversized sweater too, one that was hanging off one of his shoulders and had a tiny heart over the chest. To make you ever more jealous of his look, he was wearing your favorite brand of athletic shorts, ones with white stripes going down the sides. You wanted to take a trip to his closet one day. You were tired of exploring Hongjoong’s, only ever finding empty bottles of cat nip that you had raided without his knowledge and random books about romance.

Wooyoung’s white-tipped fox ears perked up upon eye contact, his nose twitching a few times, taking in your scent from far away. It was comforting. Like fresh laundry and some kind of soap. Sniff. Kiwi scented soap, to be exact. Would your skin taste like kiwis too? He would have to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, you would like him, so he could get close. He loved kitties. He really liked to tease them and get them all riled up, always wanting to watch their tails puff up, but Seonghwa told him not to do that anymore. It worked out though, because his favorite thing was when he made them purr. It always made him feel really warm inside, sometimes so warm he felt like his tummy was on fire.

Hongjoong sighed, but gave your head a reassuring pat, causing you to push your head into his hand when he started to pull it away, patting it some more as a result. “Well, it’s time you met Wooyoung in person, don’t you think?” You gave him a small nod, opting to climb onto the large plush couch and sitting with your tail curled around you. Hongjoong walked over to you and murmured, “You might become good friends, sweetheart. Plus, he brought you some snacks so be a good girl and tell him thank you, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you nodded, nuzzling your owner’s hovering hand, before looking to Seonghwa, who gave you another soft smile and released his grip on Wooyoung. You blinked for a second and the eager fox hybrid was already sitting on the couch next to you, setting down the plastic bag he had and leaning in to give your neck a few sniffs. You smelled even better up-close, unknowingly encouraging him to move his face into your soft hair, his nose brushing over your human ear, making you shiver. You stayed still, getting used to his scent as well. It was warm like cinnamon sticks and sweet like maple syrup. Yummy. Neither of you spoke, simply taking in each other’s scents and body language, exchanging intense eye contact, as though you were figuring each other out.

Hongjoong walked back over to Seonghwa and leaned against him, elbowing him gently in the ribs through his long, black coat. “Do you think they’ll be fine on their own?”

“I think so. They’re both well trained.” Seonghwa nodded his head, smiling down at Hongjoong, suddenly rubbing his stomach and groaning when he felt hunger pains. “We should probably head to the restaurant soon. I’m starving.”

Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa said bye to the both of you, but neither of you were really paying attention, only waving your hands in their direction, your eyes still locked onto one another’s, getting closer and closer as time went by.

Hongjoong grabbed his bag and coat, then headed to the door with Seonghwa, only stopping once he closed the door behind the both of them. Seonghwa walked a few feet down the hall, but stayed still when he realized that Hongjoong was standing still. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing a hand into his coat pocket.

Locking the door, Hongjoong caught up to Seonghwa, saying concernedly, “Y/N hasn’t been fixed. Is Wooyoung fixed?”

Walking down the hallway at a leisurely pace, Seonghwa hit the elevator button, realizing, “No, actually. Do you think that’ll be a problem?”

Remembering how cautious you were around Wooyoung, Hongjoong shook his head and laughed at the thought of you actually engaging with Wooyoung in such a way. Plus, you never showed that kind of interest in anyone, except for him. He didn’t have anything to worry about. “No, I think we’re probably fine. She’s a good girl.” Stepping into the elevator with Seonghwa, he looked down at his friend’s hand, which was mere inches away from his, gulping, his ringed fingers twitching slightly.

“Wooyoung’s feisty, but won’t push anything on another hybrid if they disapprove.” Watching the numbers on the elevator slowly go down, Seonghwa pressed his shoulder into Hongjoong’s smaller one, able to notice how he tensed up. The backs of his fingers just barely began to brush over his friend’s, making him feel warm, but not able to pull through and actually attempt to hold his hand.

“That’s good.” Hongjoong focused intently on the numbers on the screen above him, taking in a deep breath and moving his fingers against Seonghwa’s, just barely interlocking their pinky fingers together.

“Good, yeah,” Seonghwa replied softly, his heart about to beat out of his chest, swallowing his nerves down like he would with the wine he was about to drink at the restaurant. He squeezed Hongjoong’s pinky against his own. “Very good.”

“Absolutely.” Hongjoong felt like he was going to melt into the floor, not realizing he was holding his breath until he started to feel a little lightheaded.

“Youngie,” you accidentally blurted out, shivering as Wooyoung’s rough tongue came in contact with your neck, whining when he pulled the collar of your hoodie down to get better access to your collarbone area. He said he wanted to see if you tasted like kiwis because of Hongjoong’s soap. You weren’t sure if it worked like that, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Though, it tickled a lot and Wooyoung’s scent was making you feel really warm.

Wooyoung let out a small chirp-like sound of approval at your nickname for him, stopping mid-lick to push his head into yours, nuzzling you. “I like that, Kitty. Keep calling me that.”

Your ears flattened into your hair, and your heart thumped away inside your chest. “Okay, Youngie. Please call me Kitty from now on too. I like it.” Running your fingers over the wet sections of your neck, you asked, “So did it taste like kiwi?”

“Uh-uh.” Wooyoung pouted for a second, only to smile brightly when he remembered about the snacks he brought. He turned his body to reach into the plastic bag next to him, pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk and handing you one, taking out a bag of de-pitted cherries as well. Seonghwa always took the pits out so he didn't have to worry about Wooyoung choking. “Snack time!”

Poking the straw through the box and taking a few gulps of the drink, you jumped slightly and turned your body towards the other hybrid’s, remembering Hongjoong’s words. “Thank you, Youngie.”

Slurping a couple cherries into his mouth and gobbling them down without much thought, he turned his body towards yours as well, speaking with his mouth full, “Welcome, Kitty. Want a cherry?” When you nodded, he took a bite of another one and pressed it to your lips, tilting his head to the side when you gingerly nibbled on it, your cheeks flushed. “Something wrong?”

“It’s an indirect kiss,” you murmured shyly, taking the rest of the cherry into your mouth when he pushed it inside and chewing it.

Wooyoung took a sip of his milk, batting his long eyelashes at you, his big, bushy tail idly flicking at one of your bare thighs. “You want a direct one?”

“I-i mean, well, um…yes…” you stuttered out, barely able to handle Wooyoung pouncing on you, almost making you knock your milk carton over. He smelled so good. So yummy. You really wanted to taste him.

“Here I come, kitty cat.” Resting one hand near your head on the cushion below and leaning down towards you, he took a bite of a cherry and chewed, pressing it down onto your lips and rubbing the juices around. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, idly licking the sweetness off of them, slowly deepening the kiss once you lowered your carton to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He blindly reached for another cherry or two. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Lick. Lick. Lick. Wooyoung’s tongue began to eagerly explore your mouth, licking at the roof of your mouth and at one of your inner cheeks, eventually focusing on your rough tongue, slurping it into his mouth like he did with the cherry and sucking on it. With your bodies and fluffy tails entwined, the fox hybrid began to rut himself against you out of habit, his hardened cock rubbing deliciously on your clit, the material of your tiny, thin shorts offering you pleasure as well.

Mewling into the hybrid’s mouth, you broke the kiss, your glistening lips connected with a few strings of saliva, your combined pheromones making the both of you feel like you were on fire and in need of more stimulation. Now feeling comfortable, you took the half-empty milk carton from his hand and pushed him onto the floor, hearing him let out a surprised yelp, not wasting any time landing down onto him with one leg in between his and the other pressing on the outside of it. “Kitty wants to play. Kitty wants to taste Youngie.”

Wooyoung took the carton from you and lifted his sweater up and over his tiny pink nipples, tilting the carton, pouring the milk onto the both of them, purring, “Taste me, Kitty. I know you want milk.”

As your pupils grew to the size of saucers, you leaned yourself down onto him, lapping the sweet, sticky liquid from his nipples one at a time, sucking on them to make sure you cleaned them properly. “Mm, yummy. More, Youngie. More milk.”

Flustered and turned on, Wooyoung felt like he was about to blow his load from feeling your tiny sandpaper-like tongue on his sensitive chest. He poured a bit more milk onto his chest, the liquid eventually trickling down his abdomen. When you dove back in to lap up the milk from his puffy nipples, your tongue slid back and forth over them at an increasingly desperate speed, making him moan more and more, unable to hold back. “Feels really good. Kitty’s making Youngie feel so hot.”

Your pussy pulsed and your ears twitched slightly from the praise you were receiving. It made you want more. You dragged your tongue down his soft body, still lapping at the milk, moving lower and lower until you got to the waistband of his shorts. Sniffing at the smell of pre-cum soaking through the thin material, you instinctively rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock, giving it a few experimental licks, feeling it twitch against your tongue.

Wooyoung whined softly, pulling his shorts down, his cock springing up into your face, your eyes focusing on the shiny reddened tip. “I have more milk for you, Kitty. Lick and suck, and it’ll come out.”

“Okay, Youngie.” You were familiar with oral because Hongjoong always let you do it to him when he woke up with morning wood, giving you a tummy full of cum to tide you over until breakfast. Feeling your shorts stick to your pussy with a heavy amount of arousal, you licked up the shaft like you were working with a dripping ice cream cone, slowly allowing it into your warm mouth and bobbing your head at a steady pace, drooling onto it.

Wooyoung arched his back, grasping at the carpet below with his free hand, whining and moaning, his voice coming out higher-pitched than before. "So good," he sighed out, gazing down at you with glossy, dilated eyes. "Don't stop, Kitty..."

You alternated between licking all around it and sucking on it, your rough tongue sending shivers up his spine, his fluffy tail jolting every now and then. When you pushed the majority of Wooyoung's pulsing cock into your mouth, the fox moaned wantonly, letting go of the milk carton, not noticing when it began to leak out into the plush carpet. He was too focused on how good it felt to have a pretty kitty play with his cock. So good, he might-

“Mmm…!” you reacted, feeling Wooyoung’s cum spilling down your throat, pulling away to have it shoot out onto your tongue in spurts. You swallowed it down in gulps, his cum so hot and thick it made you crave more, but wanting it inside your pussy instead. “Want more milk. Want it inside me. In my special place.”

Wooyoung’s ear rotated in different directions, his cock instantly coming to life upon hearing your soft-spoken request. “Kitty can have all of my milk,” he answered, reaching down to help you slip out of your shorts, a long, thick bead of arousal dripping off of your cunt and onto his twitching length. “Come on, kitty cat. Let’s breed~”

Wooyoung’s words made your brain short-circuit, not even realizing what was happening until you got onto the hybrid's lap, feeling something warm and heavy filling you up to the brim, your tight cunt already clenching around whatever was pumping in and out of you. Oh, Youngie’s thick cock. It was already deep inside you, sending pleasant chills up your spine, your fluffy tail coiling around one of the fox’s thighs. "Youngie," you purred, not even moving yourself, simply letting the fox eagerly slam his hips up into yours, the loud slapping sounds like music to your fluffy ears. You loved the sound of breeding. It made you feel so warm. So hot.

Panting, Wooyoung made a low, guttural sound, his pupils blown wide, suddenly grabbing your body and switching your positions, this time laying himself down against your back, the front of you pressing into the soft carpet. When you looked back up at him with surprise, your eyebrows still drawn from the pleasure, Wooyoung responded by fucking you a lot faster than before now that he was in full control. “This is a better position for breeding, Kitty. Want you to have a full litter.”

All this talk about breeding and having kitties of your own, fox hybrid kitties at that, made you almost feel a little dizzy. You just barely met Youngie in person that day, but you already wanted him to take care of you when you were full for him, have him protect you from harm, and love you. “Give Kitty Youngie’s milk. Want your kits in me. In Kitty’s breeding hole.”

Hearing you talk about the kits that he could help you produce sent him into an instinctive frenzy, fucking you hard into the soft floor, his hands squeezing into your bouncing ass on each side, kneading it and watching his cock disappear inside your slick cunt over and over. Making you let out deep purrs mixed with whiny, desperate mewls, Wooyoung hunched over you, burying his face into your neck, licking and sucking it, murmuring, “Kitty sounds so pretty. I like hearing Kitty’s pretty purring and moans…”

His praise and his ability to send you in an almost mind-melting state of pleasure made you revel in the fact that Wooyoung was your new special friend, hoping you could see him again soon in case he didn’t successfully breed you this time. “Youngie, it’s coming out,” you moaned, only having to get filled up with his cock one last time, before your release began pouring out of you.

“Kitty’s so wet and warm,” Wooyoung sighed deeply, slamming his hips into yours a few more times, your extra tight hole drawing whiny-sounding moans from his lips, his body starting to jolt. He squeezed your ass tightly, spurting his thick seed deep into your womb, barely able to moan, “Take my milk, little kitty. Wanna see you so full for me next time I see you. Wanna see you make your own milk for me.”

“Kitty wants Youngie’s kits…” you purred back, your lower half shuddering a bit after getting creampied. “Wanna make my own milk so that you can taste it.” You looked back at him to give him a sheepish smile, your tail swishing around and tickling the hybrid’s chest.

“I’ll give you my kits, kitty cat,” he reassured, pressing his lips to your head, rubbing your hips in a soothing way. He licked your earlobe, drawing more purrs from you. “And I’ll be sure to drink your milk. I promise~”

You began to purr even louder, relishing the thought of being Wooyoung’s mate, able to get bred and tasted by him whenever you both felt like it. Feeling Wooyoung slowly pull out, you whined at the emptiness and the feeling of his seed slowly dribbling out of you. You rested your sweaty face against the carpet, so fucked-out your small tongue slid out of your mouth, still feeling your heart pound inside your chest. You really liked Youngie. You wanted to see him again, and you were about to tell him, but the door unlocked and swung open.

“I told you not to have that last glass, dumbass,” Hongjoong scolded Seonghwa, despite the fierce blush on his face. His friend was leaning against him and nuzzling the side of his head, sufficiently drunk. Seonghwa mumbled something incoherently, his eyes shut, but suddenly opened them up when he heard his friend gasp out loud.

“No! Bad Y/N!” he started, already running over to the kitchen to grab the spray bottle, encouraging you to tiredly crawl into Wooyoung’s lap and rest your face in the crook of his neck, purring softly from taking in your mixed scents. Hongjoong stood in front of the both of you, looking between your naked sweaty bodies, slowly lowering the bottle to his side as to not ruin an (admittedly) cute moment. He instead faced Seonghwa who plopped down onto the couch and sunk into it, ready to fall asleep. “Aren’t you upset, Seonghwa? Wooyoung isn’t fixed. He probably–”

Seonghwa shook his head, pointing down to the carpet where a spot had formed on the dark carpet. “No, I think we’re good. He definitely pulled out. Just like I taught him.” He reached down to pat Wooyoung’s head, smiling softly down at his companion. “Good job, sweetie.”

Wooyoung chirped at his owner’s praise, still nuzzling you, holding you close, finding the vibrations of your constant purring to be extremely therapeutic.

Hongjoong walked up to the carpet and leaned down, inspecting it closely. “Are you sure this is cum? It’s not white or anything.” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Wooyoung with a stern expression, making the fox hybrid gulp. “What is that stain, Wooyoung?”

Knowing he wasn’t lying, Wooyoung rubbed your back in small circles, chiming with a proud smile, flashing his canine teeth up at the man. “It’s milk.”

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mingismoralloyalty · 2 days ago

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After this fic came across my dashboard for the nths time, I thought I should look up how half orcs look like in Dnd and... they aren't ugly? So of course I had to read this and omg 😩💦 I'm gonna life in this universe for a while now ☺️🫠

And the size difference and kinda dummy Mingi and the smutty smut 😍😍😍

Also so glad there is a second part, hehe 🤭

☆ ɴᴇᴡ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ☆

25 - ᴍᴀɴʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ/ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴋɪɴᴋ - ᴍɪɴɢɪ

pairing: half orc! mingi x elf! reader (fem)

genre: fantasy au, smut

summary: a cute little elf takes on a big bad orc.

w.c: 3k

warnings: mingi’s a menace with a monster cock, some social hierarchy stuff, hard dom! mingi, sub! reader, pet names, name calling, degradation, size kink, oral fixation, oral (receiving), overstim, marking, bulge kink (ofc <3), breeding kink (listennnn-), unprotected sex, creampie, dumbification

a/n: i listened to a nsfw audio about this topic a while back and it changed me as a person so i had no choice but to write about it dfkgsdk (if anyone wants the link feel free to dm me 👀)

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Wanting to relax and unwind before taking another local quest, you quickly carried a frosted pint of beer across the lively guild bar, noticing that most of the communal tables were filled to the brim with loud, drunken patrons. Not having much of a choice, you sat down in the first empty space on the long bench. You were surrounded by large, boisterous hybrids, from dragons to ogres, all too drunk to notice your quiet presence. They were also too busy discussing the most recent atrocities they’ve committed and the holes they’ve fucked. That didn’t surprise you. You slowly scooted over into the open space when one of them stood up to refill their empty mug, bringing your own mug to your mouth, taking a few sips, and minding your own business.

A brawny young half-orc plopped down next to you, groaning when his body settled into the wooden seat. "That's better," he sighed gutturally, bringing his oversized mug up to his mouth and chugging down half of the beer in big gulps, the liquid dripping past his chin to his tattooed neck.

Feeling the hybrid's large thigh resting against your significantly smaller one, you glanced over at him, his appearance intriguing to you. You've yet to come across a half-orc. You've only ever seen full-blooded orcs. They were always so big and mean, and aggressively horny, sometimes claiming that their cocks alone were bigger than your tiny elf body. Which you wholeheartedly believed. Though, it made you wonder what the half-orc was hiding underneath his fur-covered kilt. Maybe it’d be something you could handle. Still drinking down your ale, you continued to study the hybrid, your pointed ears twitching with interest.

Your eyes scanned his body, licking your lips at the sight of his melanin skin covered in tribal tattoos from head to toe. He was two times the size of you, wearing a simple body harness that barely fit around his large torso. His face and ears were decorated with various-sized piercings, though you were mostly distracted by the bullring that hung from his septum. You’ve never seen anyone like him before. You didn’t even know you were capable of having such a visceral reaction to someone. It felt like there was a hot coil wrapping around your insides, refusing to let go until you did something about it.

Mingi blew a bit of his shaggy gray hair out of his golden eyes and turned his head to the side, finally noticing your presence beside him. He was surprised it took him so long to notice a pretty treat like you sitting right next to him. He eyed the lacy white dress you were wearing that you paired with flats, ones that had ribbons wrapped around your delicate calves and up to your thighs. An elf girl at that. The perfect toy for him to play with. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” he began in a deep, throaty voice, resting his forearm down onto the table and leaning in your direction. “What’s an elf girl like you doing sitting at a table full of beasts?”

You took a swig of your ale, batting your wispy eyelashes at the large individual, finding the half-orc’s ‘mmm’s’ of approval he let out while studying you to be quite flattering. “I’m relaxing before I take on a new quest,” you replied in a soft voice, giving him a friendly smile.

The monstrous hybrid moved a bit closer, running a large finger through your soft hair. He chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what his plan of attack was going to be. “New quest, eh? I have a quest for you. Want to hear about it?”

You took a few more drinks from your mug, then set it down and wiped your mouth, watching him curl a lock of your hair around his finger. “Sure, I’d love to.”

Mingi grinned, showing you his oversized canines, his golden irises beaming. “I think a petite Elven girl like you should see if you can take the cock of a half-orc like me. I bet you couldn’t even handle the tip, little one.”

You closed your legs together, an influx of naughty thoughts filling your head, your elongated ears turning red at the tips. “Is that a challenge, Mister orc man?”

Mingi couldn’t believe how he managed to find such an eager elf girl right off the bat. Usually they scoffed at him, or straight up ignored his presence altogether. “Indeed, sweetheart. If it turns out that you can handle me, by some kind of miracle,” he informed, still playing with your hair, “then, I’ll make you cum harder than you ever have before. You’ll never want to go back to tiny elf cock ever again. I can promise you that.”

His sentence sparked your curiosity, making you wonder if it would really be that life changing. “I accept your quest,” you replied, much to his delight.

Once you stepped inside one of the unoccupied resting rooms, Mingi slammed the door behind him, a look of animalistic lust etched into his pierced face. Instead of frightening you, it made you want to see what he was capable of.

“C'mere, princess.” Not wasting a single second, the half-orc cornered you against the large wooden door, gazing down at you. You didn’t realize how large he was until he was right in front of you. The top of your head almost reached the large o-ring sitting in the middle of his broad chest. Noticing your clear excitement, Mingi held your jaw as delicately as possible, his large digits caressing your face and neck. “What’s your safe word, pretty girl?” he asked in the softest voice he could conjure up, still coming out incredibly deep, holding your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“Legolas,” you answered quickly, reaching up to wrap your small fingers around his wrist the best you could, parting your lips and guiding his thumb into your mouth before he could ask who that was.

“Jesus.” Mingi groaned at the sensation of you sucking gently on his thumb, feeling his blood begin to head south at a rapid rate. “Such a slutty little elf girl.” He gripped the back of your head with his other hand and tilted it back, using his thumb to press down onto the back of your tongue, making you gag a bit. He pulled his thumb out and pushed two fingers inside instead, sliding them in and out of your throat, satisfied by the soft whines and choking sounds you were making, some of your saliva beginning to drip down his hand. “You’re doing pretty well, princess. Though you wouldn’t be able to handle my dick. Your mouth is too tiny.”

When he pulled his wet digits out of your mouth, you put your hands on your hips, grumbling, “What makes you think I can’t take your dumb orc cock in my mouth, huh?”

He’s already heard enough horror stories from his other half-orc brethren, knowing he wasn’t about to star in his own horror movie with you. “No need to be so upset about it, little one. I’m sure your fuckhole is much more capable of taking me.”

Him referring to what you considered to be your sacred place as something so obscene sent wave after wave of arousal through your core. Sliding yourself out of your delicate clothes, you felt your skin heat up as his dark eyes drank in the sight of your henna-covered body. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Ravenous at this point in time, Mingi tossed you onto the bed like a rag doll, mumbling something about prep as he pulled your soaked panties off of you and spread your legs apart. “Mm, it’s so small, just like I thought…” Drooling, the half-orc began eagerly dragging the flat of his oversized tongue up and down your throbbing clit, using two fingers to work you open, stretching you out little by little so that you could handle his cock. Already being quite sensitive, it felt almost unreal now that you were the horniest you’ve even been. It didn’t take much for you to cum, already shivering and shuddering against his dripping mouth after he got done slurping and nibbling on your clit.

“Look at that,” Mingi commented, still pushing his digits in and out of you, your arousal audibly squelching around them. “You like that a big half-orc like me is giving this pretty Elven pussy all this attention, huh?“

“Yeah,” you admitted softly, encouraging him to dive back in, this time grabbing you by the hips and lifting your lower half up into the air, allowing him to begin fucking your hole with his long, thick tongue. “Oh my gods!”

“Call out for me instead of the gods. Name's Mingi. Say my name, pretty girl,” he ordered against your cunt, giving it a long lick, before thumbing your clit with expert precision and shoving his tongue back into you, keeping his hooded eyes on your contorted face below.

“Mingi…!” you cried out, another strong wave of arousal washing over you, your thighs beginning to shake, not used to the sensation of something so wet and large stretching you out.

“Uh-huhhh…” The half-orc squeezed and pinched your clit, making you whine and buck your hips, only tempting him to continue tweaking it, only taking his tongue out of you when your arousal gushed out, along with your strained cry. “Fuck, princess, you’re making such a mess.”

When the half-orc attached his mouth back onto your spasming cunt, you almost screamed from the overstimulation, trying to reach up to push his face away. “No, Mingi, stop! I can't!” When that didn’t work, you tried your best to wriggle your body away from his, instinctively kicking your leg into his broad back.

Not hearing you use the safe word, Mingi growled, “Hold still!” He flipped you onto your stomach and lifted your hips up so that you were in doggy, your legs apart, shoving his tongue back inside your pulsing hole, collecting your slick into his mouth. “Give me more of your nectar, little fairy.”

“I’m not a–” Your brain went completely blank when your greedy cunt practically sucked his fingers back in, not able to handle him rubbing your g-spot as rough and quick as he did. “Fuck! Mingi..!”

Mingi held his mouth open, catching your squirt on his tongue and chin, licking it up the best he could before it dripped down onto the sheets. “I don’t think I can get tired of that.”

Just as he was about to finger-fuck you again, you grabbed the edge of the bed and pulled yourself off of it, barely able to move from how shaky your legs were. The half-orc climbed off of the bed and walked in your direction, making you whine. “N-no more, Mingi. I’m done!”

“Oh, you’re not done with the quest just yet, pretty girl,” Mingi chuckled darkly, grabbing you before you could run and lifting you up from the floor with ease. He carried you to the nearby wall and shoved you into it, making you dizzy. “I think you’re ready for my cock, love.”

Your eyes almost bulged out of your skull when Mingi let his heavy kilt fall to the floor, his long, veiny cock slapping up into his solid abdomen, the reddened head thicker than the rest of his length. It was roughly the length of your forearm. You were wetter than you've ever been in your entire life, but you weren't exactly sure if you were ready to take a monster cock now that it was in front of you.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart," Mingi reassured, holding you still with one large hand cemented on your waist, slipping the head into your sopping wet cunt, making you let out a small yelp. "See? Look, you're taking me so well. Deep breaths...and relax your pretty little body."

You followed his directions, holding onto his shoulders, but releasing the tension in your bottom half, feeling your cunt allow more and more of him inside, taking in deep breaths all the while. You were being stretched out to the max, but there was also an overwhelmingly pleasant sensation pulsing throughout your body. "Fuck me, Mingi. Please, fuck me like you mean it."

"I might break you, princess," he sighed out, hunching over to lean his head down into your shoulder, taking in your inviting scent.

"That's okay," you replied softly, running your hands down his scarred, muscular chest. "I know how much you'd love to break a cute little elf girl like me." You squeaked, his hands closing in around your waist, a deep, drawn-out exhaled escaping the half-orc's lips. You knew he wouldn't hold back. And you didn't want him to.

In and out. In and out. In and out. It was wet. So wet and warm. And hot. And big. Impossibly big. Your brain might've actually been broken. You were so full of cock and cum, you swore it was going to come out of your mouth like in some nightmarish sex dream. Mingi grunted harshly near your ear, his hands cemented around your tiny waist, drilling himself into you as though it was an actual quest he needed to complete in a timely manner. “Min…gi…it’s so…good…” you breathed out, your voice already hoarse from how much you had been moaning, not even sure how long he had been inside you.

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” he whispered under his breath, bringing his lips to your mark-covered neck and adding a few more out of habit, wanting them to be so dark they’d be there for weeks. Chuckling at your small ‘uh-huh’, Mingi suddenly carried you to the large dresser nearby and swiped his hand across it to clear it, only to lay you down onto it. “Half-orc cock is the best, huh? Say it, elf girl.”

Reaching up to interlock your fingers with his free hand, you held it tightly, trying your best not to moan so that you could admit, “Half-orc cock–uunnh–is the best!” You knew your Elven ancestors were rolling in their graves, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about much of anything, except about the giant cock rearranging your guts.

“That’s fucking right, pretty girl,” Mingi groaned out, in a state of pure ecstasy, ready to pump another thick load into you as deep as possible. He was constantly thinking about the possibility of filling you with his kin and giving you half-breed offspring. It drove him to fuck you harder, if that was even possible. “Gonna make you nice and full with all of this cum I’m giving you, princess. Gonna knock you up."

“More cum…give me more cum,” you repeated airily, about to grab Mingi’s other hand to hold when he placed his over yours first and pressed it down into your lower abdomen, making you feel the hot, heavy cock that was pumping into you over and over again.

“Sounds good, sweetheart.” Hearing you whine and begin to cry, Mingi pushed your hand down further, his cock throbbing so heavily you could feel it with your trembling fingers. “I know you love feeling my half-orc cock inside your tiny elf body. It feels so good you’re crying, huh?”

“Yeah,” you choked out, barely able to see Mingi hovering above you with your blurry eyes, blinking away hot tears, not having the energy to even scream when your nth orgasm tore through your overstimulated body. It simply came out as a silent cry, your lower half jolting, your thighs trembling around his waist. “Mingiiii…”

“Oh, princess,” he moaned back, holding you down and plunging himself all the way inside you, making sure the majority of his load reached your womb. Mingi slowly pulled out, resting his half-hard cock on your stomach, leaning back to watch his cum leak out of your abused hole. “I knew you could take it. Good girl.”

You were so fucked out, you couldn’t even react to his praise, simply laying there on the slippery surface of the dresser, focusing on coming down from your intense high. Mingi took note of this and picked you up, carrying you to the bed to give you a comfortable place to rest. He didn’t think you were really present to witness it, but he put your clothes back on for you. It was the least he could do after destroying you.

Sitting beside you on the bed, Mingi gazed down at you, finding the visual of you laying completely still as if you were paralyzed to be intensely satisfying. He put an elf girl in her place. It felt really good. “Give me something to remember you by,” he said suddenly, reaching his hand out in your direction.

You used most of your strength to pick your head up from the pillow to look at Mingi, caught off guard by his request.

Huffing at your confusion, he pointed at your shiny jewelry. “Give me a pretty little necklace or one of your bracelets. Just give me something that I can hold and look at when I jerk off later on.”

“No, these were given to me by a high Elven priest,” you argued, barely able to swat Mingi’s big, veiny hand away when it came towards your neck.

“Then, what can I have?” Mingi leaned down into your neck, taking in a deep inhale of your sweet flowery scent that was now tainted by his warmer, earthy musk, remnants of his seed present as well.

“I-i don’t know,” you mumbled, feeling a light blush creep onto your cheeks, not appreciating how the half-orc let out a low groan directly into your ear.

“How about these soaked panties of yours?” Mingi slipped his hands up your hips, pulling your panties down your legs and holding them in the palm of his large hand. “Can I have these, princess?”

Blushing hard, you gave him a small nod. Trying to regain some, if any, superiority back over the half-orc, you let out a groan, sitting up from the bed and giving him a dirty look. “Say thank you, ungrateful bastard.”

Mingi’s hand “slipped” down to your ass and gripped it roughly, making you let out a small whine. “Thank you, princess.” Smirking, he got up and held your panties near his nose, taking in a deep breath. “Ahh, that’s it.” Grinning when he heard the small, disgusted sound you let out, Mingi headed for the door and opened it.

“Not even going to give me a proper goodbye?” you snapped, wanting to climb off of the bed to take your panties back, but unable to do so without the use of your lower half. “Shame on you. To think I let a half-breed like you defile my precious body. You should be honored. You should be worshipping at my feet.”

With one foot out of the door, Mingi turned his head back to give you a perverse smile, flashing his large lower canines at you, licking one of them as he replied huskily, “I’d be honored to spill my load inside you again, princess.” He gave you a small wave, then stuck his tongue out. “Bye, now.”

Letting out an offended ‘augh’, you used all of your strength to throw a feather-filled pillow in his direction, unable to hit him when he blocked it with the door. You huffed, dropping back onto the bed, really wishing you were able to walk, when you heard Mingi shouting at the other hybrids, “Hey, dickheads! If you buy me a round, I’ll let you see what pretty little Elven pussy smells like!”

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mingismoralloyalty · 3 days ago

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Cute Woosan moment 🤭

#Hehe I made a gif out of it 😏#San #ateez #Wooyoung #Woosan #Ateez San #ateez wooyoung #ateez woosan

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Highlights from the Yunho bedroom discourse on atiny twt:

And then my favorite:

#Please it's so entertaining to read all the reblogs 😂#Ateez #Yunho #yunho ateez #Ateez Yunho room

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mingismoralloyalty · 3 days ago

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Look at this absolute cutie happily eating ice cream. Look at him!!

#ateez #San #Ateez San #San ateez #San Instagram

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mingismoralloyalty · 3 days ago

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He literally shows how he will lick you when you sit on his face 🩷

video belongs to @hwablogs.jpg

#He just went from sticking his fingers into his mouth to obscenely licking them?! Ok.#ateez unholy hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #ateez hard hours #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios

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mingismoralloyalty · 4 days ago

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holding hands with ateez members as they eat u out😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

this is so san.

mr “i love romance” definitely pushes you onto the mattress to then lay between your legs, spending a good few minutes just peppering kisses all over your sensitive inner thighs. running his fingertips through your pussy before gently spitting onto your clit, rubbing the spit and your wetness together, smiling at your moans. san would look up into your eyes when he first presses a kiss to your center, his tongue licking a strip from your hole all the way up to your clit, twirling his tongue around your swollen nub.

he’d bring his hand up to hold yours when his tongue speeds up, laying your intertwined hands on your tummy and running his thumb over your skin. he squeezes back whenever you squeeze his hand, almost an answer to your desperate pleas as you bring into his face.

#What a coincidence I love romance too 😇#No but the tranquility would be so enjoyable 😌#ateez smut #San smut #choi san hard thoughts #choi san hard hours #san hard thoughts #san hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #san drabble #ateez drabble

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mingismoralloyalty · 4 days ago

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WHY DID IT SOUND SO NATURAL COMING FROM HIM WTF CHOI JONGHO 😭😭😭😭

#ah this is so cute ☺️💕#ateez jongho #choi jongho #Ateez #Jongho

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YOU'RE FUCKING SICK IF YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS

#Cmon Mr. Taco is unmistakable #ateez #San #Ateez San

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Ah man, cheating is evil, but he doesn't love his wife anymore anyways 🥲 (he should tell her though)

But Sannie being so whipped for the reader is so nice 🫠❤️

Love the messy smut and a hooray for the body glitter ✨🤩

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23 - ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ - ꜱᴀɴ

pairing: business man! san x stripper! reader (fem)

summary: san finds himself visiting his favorite dancer instead of going back home to his wife.

w.c: 3k

warnings: alcohol use, san and reader are both a mess, sub! leaning san, dom leaning! reader, cheating, lap dance, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: shoutout to the anon for giving me this idea by sharing this vid whewwwwww this is for you <3 also i struggled sm trying to explain what she was doing on the pole im so sorry loll

btw some song recs would be fwm by tone stith, me by summer walker, lavender sunflower by tory lanez, and the weekend by sza

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Sitting in an almost-empty office, San stared blankly at the monitor in front of him, knowing he finished his work early but finding himself reluctant to pack up and go home. Why wouldn't he want to go home? He had a beautiful wife waiting for him, who was probably pulling something yummy out of the oven. Maybe she was even wearing a cute little apron, hoping he would come home and see her in it. Yet, he found himself thinking about the dancer he met a few months ago at the gentlemen's club just around the corner from his work. There was even an ATM right outside of it, just asking him to take out hundreds of dollars and spend it all on her.

"Hey, San," his coworker said, putting his hands on San's tense shoulders and patting them, noticing that he had shut his computer down and was putting some files away into his suitcase. "Heading home?"

San stood up and slicked his hair back, allowing a few strands to fall onto his forehead. "Yep," he replied shortly, giving the man a polite smile and walking past him, hoping he couldn't somehow tell that he was about to cheat. Well, it wasn't technically cheating, right? It was pretty much the same thing as looking at those certain magazines that they sold at gas stations, but just in real life. It’s not like he was sleeping with you. He still loved his wife. He did. He really did. He just needed to see you one more time. After this, he was done. He was certain of it.

"Are you coming in or not?" the oversized bouncer asked in a deep voice, looking at the anxious, sweating businessman idly standing in front of the open club door with a thousand dollars just sitting inside his black tailored pants.

Fixing his glasses out of habit, he let out a nervous laugh, nodding his head. "Yep, I'm coming in. Uh, have a good night." He gave the man a weak wave and shuffled past him, making his way through the long hallway past some patrons and a few dancers. When San made it into the main room, he was immediately bathed in crimson lighting, dark and seductive, like he had stepped foot into hell. He might as well have. He was ready to sin.

After he was done taking in his surroundings, he headed to the bar and sat down at the seat that had the best view of the main stage. "Your usual, Mr. Choi?" the bartender asked, wiping a pint glass with a rag, noticing how San simply sat still on his stool and scanned the various platforms on the other side of the room.

You weren't anywhere to be seen. Would you be coming out soon? You always worked on Friday nights. Maybe you were in the back getting ready. Probably putting some glitter on your eyelids and drawing a tiny heart near your cheek with some eyeliner. It was the cutest thing. You were always so cute, like a pretty little angel. Yet, when you got on stage, you would always give him this look. Like you were picturing all the things he could do to you, and all the things you could do to him, maybe even right there where everyone could watch. That’s when you reminded him that you were actually sin incarnate. But he knew that already. And he didn't mind.

"Mr. Choi?" the man tried again, holding out a glass filled with ice, tea, and various amounts of alcohol. "Your long island ice tea."

San snapped his head back towards the man, taking the glass and nodding his head. "Thanks, man." He brought the straw up to his lips and sucked the drink down, delighted that it got rid of the remaining guilt he felt, idly glancing around the room again, this time scanning the various men sitting in their seats, some with a dancer in their lap. None of them were you.

The bartender shook his head, leaning his forearms on the table below. "Are you waiting for Angel to come out, Mr. Choi?"

Halfway through his drink, San choked on some of the liquid, swallowing it down anyway and clearing his throat. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he faced the man again, a slight frown forming. "Am I that obvious?"

The man smiled to himself, glancing over to the main stage entrance, knowing you would be coming out soon. "She talks about you a lot, you know. She's constantly asking when we think you'll come back."

This was news to him. Sure, you were always friendly and flirty with him. Always referring to him as "Mr. Business Man" or "Sannie." The second was his favorite. It always made him melt. His wife wouldn't even call him that anymore. Said it was childish. Though, when you said it, with that coy look on your face and batting your long eyelashes at him, the only thoughts he had were inexplicably adult. Maybe you were into him. You. His angel. That changed things. And at this point, he was already in too deep, so why not get buried?

"What does she say about me?" San probed, drinking the rest of the tea down until he was sucking on the ice at the bottom of the glass. Warmth flooded his brain and body, encouraging him to unbutton his black blazer and pull it off. As he carefully draped it over the bar counter, everything around him began slowing down to a crawl.

"That you're her favorite," the man replied softly, idly glancing at the silver ring San was wearing on his ring finger, then walking over to serve another customer. It wasn't any of his business. He was just a bartender. He tapped the table near San, motioning his head to the main stage. "She's on, by the way."

Spinning around in his seat, San felt like all the air inside his lungs suddenly dissipated. His reddened eyes focused on your curvy figure appearing out of the darkness of the stage entrance, his eyes traveling along your almost naked body. You were wearing a matching set like you always did. This time, you were wearing a tiny black latex bra, the nonexistent cups barely covering your nipples, your tits practically spilling out of them. He gulped so hard, he almost swallowed his Adam's apple by accident. An equally black, equally nonexistent thong clung tightly to your hips and pelvis, one micro-movement away from having everyone see your pretty pink–

"Pussy," said a random drunk man sitting next to San, throwing back a shot of vodka. When San gave him a dirty look, the man shook his head. "Don't just stare at her, bro. Go sit in that chair over there and let her know you like her. Trust me. Angel's worth it."

Turning away form the guy in silence, San undid his tie and laid it over his jacket, trusting that the bartender would look after it for him. Putting the image of his wife sitting at the empty dinner table by herself, San quickly made his way past a few tables and booths, eventually sitting down in the empty seat near the front section of the stage.

Taking a few drawn out steps around the pole, you ran a hand up your body, your hips swaying along to the slow, thumping beats of the song playing through the surrounding speakers. Like a snake hypnotizing its prey before striking. Once you grabbed the pole and moved your body in a slow wavelike motion, you turned around and leaned your body back against it, gazing down at your favorite businessman. Your eyes surveyed his lap, wondering if the visible tent in his work pants was a stack of cash or his hard cock. Either was fine with you.

"Angel..." San murmured to himself, unconsciously spreading his thick thighs apart, hoping you could read his lips. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling some of the cash into his tense hand.

Once the song picked up a bit, the bass still so intense it vibrated through your chest, you propelled yourself forward and climbed onto the pole like it was second nature, hooking one of your legs onto it, moving around the pole in steady circles. Sighing, you slid a hand up from your abdomen, up and over one of your tits, then up your neck. Everyone's eyes were on you, though you couldn't blame them. You were the true embodiment of desire. The angel that everyone wanted to defile and keep for themselves. Yet, they had no idea that you were the one who did the defiling, the corrupting, the owning. And your current target was…

"San," you whispered, running your tongue along the inside of your glossy lips, gripping the pole tight enough with one hand so that you could lean your head back. Amused by the businessman's submissive demeanor after eyeing the growing tent inside his pants, you squeezed the metal securely between your thighs, allowing you to release your hands from it and hang more upside down, slipping your fingers up underneath your bra to grab at your tits, pulling a bit on your nipple piercings for your own pleasure. You continued to spin around the pole in slow circles, the monochrome lights flashing above the stage further enhancing the hypnotic show you were putting on.

One of the men stood up and sent a stack of cash into the air, watching it rain down around you. You smiled to yourself, sitting back up to hold the pole both in front of your chest and one below near your lower abdomen, making sure you were stable. You lifted yourself up into an upside down vertical position and clenched your legs around the pole before slowly spreading them, appearing like you were doing a full split in the air. Another man followed the actions of the first, pulling some twenties out of his pocket and sending them out into the air, his hooded eyes locked on the way your ass was eating up the thin strap of your thong. All these men were like putty in your hands. Ready to give up most of their paychecks, all for the slim chance that they could fuck you for real. It was pathetic.

When the song came to a drop, you slid yourself down the bottom of the pole, slowly lowering yourself onto the cool stage in the splits, arching your back, your hands groping along your body, squeezing your tits and letting out a soft moan, though no one could hear you over the loud bass on the song. You looked up over at San, licking your lips, before you got onto your knees and crawled towards him, your heavy heels clinking against the stage with each deliberate movement. Gazing at him like a predator cornering their next meal, you eventually got to the edge of the stage and slowly sat back on your knees, running your hands slowly up your body, slowly leaning your head back and arching your back again.

Drunk with lust and alcohol, San couldn't help but readjust himself in the leather chair, the pulsing beats of the song emanating heavily inside his ears, a similar pulsing occurring below the belt. Swallowing down his nerves, he pulled a few hundreds out, waiting for you to look at him, before he leaned forward and sent them out onto the stage in front of you.

Licking your lips at the money spread out below you, your fingers snuck up to the front of your bra and popped it up, your tits dropping out of it. The men around all emitted various low sounding groans, some of them palming themselves or sliding down in their seats. San was in a similar state of desperation, his cock so hard it was about to burst out of his pants.

When the music played the sound of a woman’s moans playing alongside pulsing, synth like music, encouraging you to begin moving your hips in an up and down motion, as though you were riding an imaginary dick, making San and everyone else in the room wish it were his. You kept your eyes on the struggling businessman, grabbing at your tits, moaning softly, your eyebrows drawing together.

Not able to take it any longer, San held out three hundreds and placed it down on his crotch in between his large thighs, spreading them apart to entice you.

Drawing you in like a moth to a flame, you found yourself climbing off of the stage as elegantly as possible and taking a step up to the large leather chair he was lounging in. Once you got off, another dancer walked up to the pole to take your place, distracting all the surrounding patrons.

Straddling San’s lap once he picked the bills up, you leaned into his ear to purr, “Sannie, it’s so nice to see you back. I’ve missed you.”

San angled his head up, trying to keep his eyes on your hooded ones instead of staring at your tits that were just below his chin. “I’ve missed you more, Angel.” He reached down to slide a hundred through the strap on your hip, continuing, “I’d like a private show. I have a lot more love to give you.”

Smiling down at the hundred-dollar bill, you sat fully down on his lap, feeling his hard on pressing into your latex panties. “You always give me lots of love, Sannie. Should we go then?”

San slipped the other two hundreds into the other strap, groaning when you dragged your clothed pussy across his length. Biting at his bottom lip, he sent a suggestive smile in your direction. “Lead the way, Angel.”

In one of the small dimly lit private rooms, you hovered over San’s lap, your knees pressed into the leather couch on each side of his thighs, gyrating your hips along to the slow, pulsing music. “What’s with that look, baby?” you asked softly, running your hands down the front of San’s chest.

“You’re just so…beautiful.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of your body, especially your tits, because they were covered in…Was that body glitter? As if you could get any hotter. He was losing his mind.

“Yeah?” you started, watching as the businessman put more cash into the straps of your nylon panties, until there were no more spaces left. “You like me better than your wife, don’t you? Is that why you’re always here and spending money on me instead of her?”

“Mm-hmm, I like you a lot, Angel,” San sighed softly, his hands roaming around the outline of your body, but not touching you.

Arching your back, your hands rested on the top of the couch behind San’s head, slowly moving your body in a slow, but fluid motion on his lap, your cunt brushing across his heavy cock still trapped inside the waistband of his pants. “If you like me so much, then touch me. Fuck me. Make me yours, Sannie.”

Entranced. Mesmerized. Seduced. Those were only a few words to describe what came over him while he was inside you, his hands all over your body, getting glitter all over himself. San didn't understand how a single person could have such a hold over him. He never experienced anything like this, and he couldn’t pull himself out of it.

Bouncing up and down on San’s length like it was your life’s mission, you wrapped your fingers around his jaw on either side, bringing his mouth towards your tits. “Suck on them, Sannie. Bite them. Spit on them. Do whatever your wife won’t let you do.”

Completely gone at this point, his cock throbbing heavily inside you, San slurped your tits up into his mouth, one at a time, biting and tugging at your nipple piercings, pulling away every so often to spit on them and watch it drip down your glittery skin. “You’re so dirty, Angel,” he huffed, squeezing your hips tightly, his ring cold against your hot body.

“Not dirty enough,” you complained, in between pants, gripping his shoulders tightly, trying to bring yourself to your peak as fast as possible. “Cum inside me, Sannie. Please.”

“Oh, fuck, Angel, I don’t think…” San gasped, losing his train of thought, as your glossy lips attached to his neck, sucking and licking, leaving a mark on him. He knew he would have to cover it up with makeup later on. “I shouldn’t…”

Tempting him further, you moved your body at a slower, more deliberate pace, wanting to draw the sin out of him. “Cum, baby, come on,” you purred into his ear, nipping and pulling at it with your teeth. “I know she never lets you cum inside, so fill me up instead…Please, Sannie…Please give it to me.”

Truly, you were an angel in every sense of the word, even letting a cheating stranger like him fill you up with his seed. How gracious of you.

“Fuck, okay, I’m–aaah–” San jerked his head back, holding onto your waist for dear life, feeling your cunt tighten around him like a vice. “Jesus, Angel, you're…oh my god.”

“What, Sannie?” you whispered near his lips, bringing yourself down onto him one last time, your body shuddering, your arousal pouring out of you and staining his work pants. “Does it feel better to fuck me than your wife? Is that it?”

“Yeah, it does. So much better.” San looked down at your lower half, his mouth hanging open, a bit of saliva dripping past his lips as his cock shot out rope after rope into your slick hole. He wished he could see it pouring into you, wanting to witness the mark he left inside your body.

You let out a satisfied sigh, lifting yourself up from his lap and collecting the bills he offered you, putting them into a neat stack. “I thought so.” Smirking to yourself, you lifted one leg up onto the couch, allowing San to watch as his load dripped out of your pulsing cunt and down your inner leg. “So, will you be coming back next Friday too, Sannie? I’ll have a new routine ready just for you~”

San simply sat there and watched the milky liquid drip down onto his stained tailored pants, knowing there was no way he’d be able to escape your angelic clutches after this. But he still loved his wife. He did. He really did. He just needed to see you a few more times. After that, he would be done.

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