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Nom Nom: The Surprise

Synopsis: Your boyfriend decided to surprise you with not 1 but 3 tiddies for you to nom nom on your anniversary.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader, Mingyu x afab!reader, Wonwoo x afab!reader (yes you read that right)

Genre: smut, established relationship, series

Rating: mature

Word count: 4.5k (grab yourself some popcorn)

Warnings: pet names (daddy, princess, baby), foursome, marking, biting, nipple play, boob fucking, brat!reader, kind of a brat!Gyu, big dick!Gyu, handjob, dom!Cheol, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), posessive!Cheol, aftercare

Note: This is just pure filth, a very fitting end to the series I'd like to believe. This combines these 2 asks together, I hope you enjoy anonies!

Thank you so much to @tomodachiii and @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!

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Seungcheol quirks an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he notices the pictures you're liking on X. The two of you are snuggled up on the couch after a long day, with you mindlessly scrolling through your social media while he quietly observes. Your feed is flooded with photos from their recent concert—mostly of Wonwoo in his stage outfit for their "Water" performance: a grey-toned ensemble with loose-fitting pants, a jacket, and a snug sweater that perfectly highlights his physique, especially his chest.

A subconscious smile tugs at your lips as you like every picture of Wonwoo dressed in that outfit. His tiddies are really out for display for everyone to see (and drool over).

"Wonwoo's been popping up on your feed a lot," Seungcheol mumbles, pulling you out of your daze.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Guess the algorithm thinks I’m really into him," you reply with a teasing grin. "Who knows? I might even make him my bias."

Your words make him pout, and his expression is equal parts adorable and sulky.

"If you do, then I'm breaking up with you," he grumbles with a frown.

"You wouldn't dare," you chuckle. "You're stuck with me for life; you said it yourself."

"Did I, now?" He grins.

"You told me you're gonna marry the shit out of me and then put a bunch of babies in me," you state with a grin. "But then again, I was being split open by your cock at the time, so maybe I misheard it," you tease, making him laugh.

"I did say that I was gonna marry the shit out of you," he mumbles with a smile before kissing you. "And put a bunch of babies in you," he whispers against your lips.

"Can't wait for it," you giggle softly.

"But if you make Wonwoo your bias, I'm cancelling those plans," Seungcheol pouts, his lips forming an exaggerated frown.

You dramatically gasp, clutching your chest like you've just been mortally wounded. "Cancelling our wedding plans just because he's my bias?" you say, feigning shock.

"Not just that. I know you want to bite his chest too—like you did with Mingyu," he states matter-of-factly.

Your jaw drops, leaving you gaping like a fish out of water. "Th-that's not true!" you stammer in defence.

He quirks an eyebrow, clearly seeing right through your weak attempt at lying. Your shoulders slump, and you pout under his knowing gaze.

"Okay, maybe I have the urge to sink my teeth into his…very plump and big tiddies," you admit with a defeated sigh. "But I feel bad because you already let me do it with Gyu, and I know how possessive and jealous you can get," you add, still pouting.

Seungcheol only hums in response, signalling the end of the conversation. He places a soft kiss on the crown of your head before you both settle back into the moment, you scrolling mindlessly through your feed while he stays quietly by your side.

The moment you step into your shared apartment, your hands are all over Seungcheol. The two of you just got back from a romantic date celebrating your anniversary, and now you're eager to continue the celebration in the bedroom.

Your hands wander over his torso before settling behind his neck, pulling him closer as you press your lips against his. He chuckles softly into the kiss, his hands finding their place on your hips, tracing slow, teasing circles.

Slipping your hand under his shirt, you let your nails graze over his abs, earning a low groan from him.

"Wait," he suddenly murmurs, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong?" you ask with a pout, tilting your head in confusion.

"I have a surprise for you," he says with a mischievous grin. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me."

Excitement bubbles within you as you nod eagerly, heading to the bedroom with anticipation for whatever he has planned.

You sit on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as you lean back, propping yourself up on your hands. Biting your lip in anticipation, you wait eagerly for Seungcheol to return with your surprise.

The bedroom door swings open, and in walks Seungcheol…with Mingyu and Wonwoo right behind him. Your brows furrow in confusion as you glance at Seungcheol, silently asking for an explanation.

"Cheollie? What's going on?" you whisper nervously.

Seungcheol gives you a reassuring smile. "This is your surprise, princess," he says with a grin. "I know how much you've been wanting to sink your teeth into their chests—ahem—tiddies, so I prepared a little anniversary gift for you." He gestures toward Mingyu and Wonwoo, who are both very clearly ogling you.

"Wonwoo took a bit of convincing, but Mingyu was on board immediately," Seungcheol explains with a smirk. "Of course he was," he mutters under his breath.

"How could I not jump at the chance to see you again?" Mingyu adds with a playful wink, earning a quiet giggle from you.

"I wasn’t sure at first," Wonwoo admits, his lips curling into a smirk, "but after hearing Mingyu rave about his last visit, I knew I had to come and see for myself." His words make your cheeks flush instantly.

"Cheollie, you’re not messing with me, right?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as disbelief and bewilderment wash over you.

Seungcheol steps closer, kneeling in front of you and gently cupping your face in his hands. "Princess, it’s our anniversary, and I wanted to give you something you’ve been wanting for a while now. I’m not messing with you, I promise," he murmurs before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

With a playful smirk, he stands and moves to sit on the couch facing the bed. "Have fun, princess," he says, his tone light yet mischievous as he settles in to watch.

You gulp, glancing up at Wonwoo and Mingyu, who are towering over you with amused smirks. Noticing your nervousness, Seungcheol chuckles from his seat.

"Why don’t the two of you help her relax a bit?" Seungcheol suggests, addressing Wonwoo and Mingyu. The duo chuckles softly before shifting to sit on either side of you, their presence immediately filling the space.

"What about you, Cheollie? What are you going to do?" you ask, your voice slightly shaky as you look over at him.

"I’ll be watching, princess," he replies with a sly smirk. "But don’t worry—I’ll join in when the time is right."

You nod, then turn towards Mingyu, whose large hand cups your face gently.

"Hey, baby, it’s been a while since we last saw each other," Mingyu says with a playful smirk.

You laugh softly at his flirty tone. "It really has, hasn’t it?"

"A little birdie told me you’ve been wanting to leave your mark on Wonwoo’s chest," Mingyu purrs with a mischievous grin.

Your gaze shifts to Wonwoo, and a blush quickly creeps up your face. Noticing your reaction, Wonwoo smirks knowingly.

"All those gym sessions you dragged me to turned out to be worth it, huh, Gyu?" Wonwoo chuckles, casting a playful glance at his friend.

"Wanna take a bite, Y/N?" Wonwoo teases, his tone light but provocative. You nod shyly, nervously biting your bottom lip.

Wonwoo starts to remove his shirt, but Mingyu stops him with a hand on his arm. "If she wants it so bad, then she should be the one taking it off," Mingyu says, his grin widening.

Your face heats up even more at Mingyu’s words, and you instinctively cover your blushing cheeks with your hands, too embarrassed to face either of them. Their amused chuckles only make your heart race faster.

"Go on, baby," Mingyu whispers in your ear, his voice low and tempting like the devil encouraging you to sin. "Since you’re so eager to bite him, take his shirt off yourself."

Biting your bottom lip, you shakily reach for the hem of Wonwoo’s shirt and slowly pull it up and over his head. The sight of his bare torso leaves you speechless. His abs are perfectly sculpted, and his chest is plump and well-defined, begging for attention. You can’t help but stare, practically drooling at the sight.

You could hardly believe it—three men with such voluptuous chests were in your room right now. Wonwoo’s chest was smooth, soft, and plush, a clear indication that he’d only recently started building muscle. Mingyu’s, on the other hand, was firm, sculpted, and sun-kissed, a testament to his years of dedication in the gym. And then there was Seungcheol’s—absolute perfection. You could spend hours worshipping his chest and still never get tired of it. There wasn’t a single thing you’d change about him.

"Well?" Wonwoo smirks, leaning in slightly. "Go ahead, Y/N. Take a bite."

You lean in but pause, glancing over at Seungcheol as you wait for his permission. The sight of you seeking his approval makes his heart swell with love and pride.

"It’s okay, princess. Go ahead," Seungcheol chuckles softly, his voice full of reassurance.

Nodding, you lean in and gently start nipping at the skin, testing the waters. Feeling your teeth dig into the skin, Wonwoo hisses and groans, savouring the pain and pleasure. Hearing his groans, you get bolder and start leaving harsher bites. You drag your tongue over his chest, leaving a trail of saliva over the bite marks, feeling Wonwoo tremble under you.

Behind you, Mingyu starts leaving soft kisses on your neck. You shiver in his hold when his hands start to wander your body. They slowly sneak up your torso and eventually stop at your boobs; his large hand squeezes a boob, eliciting a moan from you. Chuckling at your actions, Mingyu gets bolder; his hands start slowly making their way down your torso—

"Nothing below her hips, Gyu," Seungcheol warns firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Mingyu grumbles in protest but complies, opting to bunch up your dress and slip his hand underneath to caress your bare torso instead. You gasp and shiver at the sensation of his cold hands gliding over your warm skin. Mingyu pauses as his fingers graze the fabric of what you’re wearing underneath.

"I need to take off her dress. Can I?" he asks, glancing at Seungcheol.

"Ask her," Seungcheol replies calmly, gesturing toward you.

Mingyu leans closer, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Can I take off your dress, baby?"

You shyly nod but add with a teasing grin, "Only if you take off your shirt first."

Seungcheol chuckles, clearly amused. "That’s my girl," he says with a proud smile.

Mingyu chuckles, quickly pulling off his shirt to reveal his tan, toned torso. Your eyes trail over his chest, and you can’t help but lick your lips—it’s almost unbelievable how much bigger and more defined it’s gotten since the last time you saw him. Smirking, Mingyu shifts to remove your dress, delicately unzipping it and revealing what you're wearing underneath—a set of white lingerie you prepared for your anniversary.

The moment they see you, all three men freeze, their jaws dropping in unison. Their reactions make you giggle softly.

"I prepared a little surprise for you too, Cheollie," you say with a playful smile. "Do you like it?"

Seungcheol groans, his voice low and raspy. "Fuck, princess, you look absolutely divine." His words send heat rushing to your cheeks, and you giggle bashfully.

"Pretty baby wrapped in a bow just for us," Mingyu purrs, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against your neck, his touch making your heart race.

Wonwoo’s hand glides delicately over your lingerie-clad body, his fingers tracing every curve as his eyes drink you in. You can’t help but blush under the weight of his intense, admiring gaze.

"Like an angel descended from heaven," he smirks, his voice dripping with charm.

You let out a squeal when Mingyu suddenly wraps an arm around your waist and effortlessly manoeuvres you until you’re lying on top of him. Wonwoo shifts to position himself above you, leaving you sandwiched between the two of them.

You wrap your arms around Wonwoo’s neck, pulling him closer as you drag your teeth across his chest, already intoxicated by the feel of him. Meanwhile, Mingyu’s hands roam up and down your torso, his touch sending shivers through you as he plants soft kisses along your neck and collarbone.

Heat blooms within you as their bodies envelop you, their warmth radiating and pulling you deeper into the moment.

"It's so hot," you whine and pant, already feeling a sheen of sweat forming on your body.

Without a second thought, Mingyu immediately unhooks your bra, freeing your breasts and leaving your torso bare. You gasp and shiver as the cold air nips your bare skin. Both Mingyu and Wonwoo moan at the sight of your naked breasts.

"Shit, you're more beautiful than I imagined," Mingyu mumbles, hands quickly moving to play with your breasts. Sucking in a breath, you arch your back and press up against Mingyu's hand.

"Gyu," Seungcheol grumbles in warning, but Mingyu just responds with a mischievous smirk.

Shifting your hands, you place them on Wonwoo's chest and start toying with his nipples. You lean forward and glide your tongue across a bud, causing Wonwoo to let out a string of curses and buck his hips into yours.

Seungcheol lets out a low, warning growl, his brows furrowing as a scowl forms on his face.

"Sh-Shit, sorry, can't help myself," groans Wonwoo.

With a teasing smile, you grind your hips against Wonwoo's, eliciting another growl from Seungcheol.

"Princess…" Seungcheol warns, his tone low and cautious.

"What is it, Cheollie?" you reply, feigning innocence with a playful smile.

"Such a brat," he huffs, shaking his head.

"Fuck, I need to fuck her boobs. Can I fuck her boobs, Cheol?" Wonwoo's voice strains as he pleads.

"Fuck please, please fuck my boobs," you moan, feeling yourself get wetter at the thought of Wonwoo fucking your boobs.

"What the princess wants, the princess gets, right, Cheol?" Mingyu chimes in before Seungcheol can respond.

Seungcheol grumbles under his breath but reluctantly nods in agreement to Wonwoo’s request.

Wonwoo's hands immediately fly to remove his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. He sighs in relief as he pumps himself a few times, prepping himself. He spits on your breasts, lubricating them before holding them together and sliding his cock in between.

The both of you let out a string of groans and whimpers as he starts fucking your breasts. Sticking your tongue out, you suck the tip of his dick every time his cock peeks out. Rolling your eyes back, you moan at the taste of his salty precum coating your tongue.

You slide your hand down Mingyu’s body, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. Laying your hand on his crotch, you gasp; he's huge.

"You're so big, Gyu," you moan.

"Yeah, definitely bigger than Cheol's," Mingyu teases with a smirk, earning an irritated scoff from Seungcheol.

"Yours isn’t the one she’s begging for every night," Seungcheol growls, his tone laced with possessiveness, making Mingyu chuckle in amusement.

"Wanna feel my cock, baby?" Mingyu purrs.

"Please," you whine, desperate to feel his cock in your hands.

"Go on, then. Make me feel good with your hands," smirks Mingyu.

Mingyu removes his pants and boxers, and the both of you moan when you wrap your hand around his dick. You drool at the feeling of his heavy cock in your hands. Collecting some precum from his leaking tip, you start moving your hands up and down his big shaft. You quicken your movements, drawing a groan and a string of curses from Mingyu.

The whole moment feels surreal to you—Wonwoo on top of you fucking your boobs whilst you're jerking off Mingyu, who's below you. The room fills with moans, whimpers, and groans, accompanied by the sound of wet squelches, but the three of you are far too lost in the moment to pay them any mind.

"Shit, I’m close. You almost there, Gyu?" Wonwoo mutters breathlessly.

"Yeah, almost," Mingyu strains, his voice tense.

"Fuck, yes. Please cum on me!" You moan. "Paint me with your cum!"

Your words draw simultaneous curses from them as they reach their climax together—Wonwoo painting your boobs with his cum whilst Mingyu stains your hand and hips with his.

All three of you take a moment to catch your breath.

"Princess, you still haven’t marked Gyu’s chest," Seungcheol’s voice cuts through the silence.

You giggle as Wonwoo shifts aside, giving you space to move and straddle Mingyu. He then takes a seat next to Seungcheol, still completely bare, spreading his legs as he watches you with a smirk.

Resting your hands on Mingyu's shoulders, you throw your legs on either side of him, straddling his naked body. With a teasing smile, you start grinding on his semi-hard dick, drawing a groan from him. His hands shoot up to your hips, holding you in place and preventing you from moving. You glance up at him with a pout, frustrated that he’s holding you still.

"Give me a second to recover, baby," he breathlessly chuckles.

You scowl at him before leaning forward and marking his chest. You trail your tongue across the muscle before sinking your teeth into it and gently sucking on the flesh. Mingyu groans and throws his head back. Smirking against his skin, you start rocking your hips back and forth, making him moan out loud.

"Fuck baby, gonna cum if you keep that up," he groans.

His words only encourage you further, and you begin biting and grinding harder. His hand grips the back of your head, pulling you closer to his chest. You smirk against his skin, then bite down harder. Circling a nipple with your tongue, you take the bud into your mouth and start sucking.

"Shit, shit!" He curses.

His eyes roll back, and his mouth goes agape as he cums once again—your stomach getting coated with his seeds. He rests his forehead against yours as he comes down from his high, his breath mingling with yours.

He gently cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You know, baby, it's only fair that I get to mark you too," he whispers against your lips.

Seungcheol growls in protest, but Mingyu responds with a devilish smirk, clearly unfazed by the warning.

With a firm grip, Mingyu grabs the base of your neck and tilts your head up, granting himself clear access to your chest. He leans forward and starts licking Wonwoo's cum off of your chest. Your mouth goes agape, and you moan at the sensation of Mingyu's tongue gliding across your skin.

Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth sink into your skin. He leaves relentless marks on your breasts, streaks of purple and red quickly blooming across your skin. His hand sneaks behind your torso and pushes you even closer to him, practically smothering him with your breasts.

"Your boobs are perfect. I could do this forever, baby," he murmurs against your skin, making you giggle and whine softly.

A sudden tug pulls you away from Mingyu, and you find yourself pressed against Seungcheol. Mingyu looks up in surprise, huffing in protest, only to be met with Seungcheol’s smug smirk.

Without missing a beat, Seungcheol pushes Mingyu back down until he’s lying flat, earning a sharp curse from him. He effortlessly manoeuvres you, positioning you on top of Mingyu, facing him, while Mingyu's hands settle on your waist, holding you firmly in place.

He leans in close, his lips hovering just above yours. "Did you have fun marking them, princess?" he asks with a smirk.

You bite your lip, grinning playfully. "So much fun, daddy," you tease, earning a low chuckle from him.

"Well then," he murmurs, his voice laced with teasing, "it’s my turn to get a taste." With that, he closes the gap, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. His hand trails down your torso, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He gives them a teasing tug before letting them snap back, drawing a gasp and a soft whine from you.

"Daddy," you whine and pout, drawing a chuckle from him. He drags his finger across the wet spot that's formed on your panties, causing you to squirm in place.

"Look at how wet you are, princess," he chuckles as he rubs your core.

"Cheollie, please. Don't tease," you whine.

"Normally, I don't like anyone else seeing what's mine, but tonight I'll make an exception," he smirks, gripping your face gently but firmly with one hand.

He slowly peels your panties off, revealing your glistening core to the three men. You could hear Wonwoo and Mingyu curse under their breaths at the sight of your dripping pussy.

"So wet I don't even need to prep you," Seungcheol chuckles before plunging two fingers into your needy hole.

"Daddy!" You yell as Seungcheol's fingers relentlessly thrust into you.

A shattered moan escapes your lips as his fingers press against that spongy spot inside you. Seungcheol smirks, relentlessly targeting it, pulling more broken moans and soft sobs from you. You're so wet that your juices drip out of your hole onto Mingyu below you.

Seungcheol leans in, dragging his tongue in a slow stripe from your navel to your collarbone, sending a shiver through your body and drawing a soft whine from your lips. If it weren’t for Mingyu’s firm hold on you, you would have fallen off long ago.

He then shifts his focus to your breasts, sinking his teeth into the same spots Mingyu had marked earlier, reclaiming his territory with a possessive intensity that only Seungcheol could exude.

You can feel yourself edging closer, the tension in your stomach tightening. Your moans grow whinier and more desperate, and Seungcheol smirks, clearly aware that you're almost there.

He moves next to your ear and whispers. "Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers, princess."

His words push you over the edge, and you climax around his fingers, Mingyu groaning under you at the sight of you coming undone on top of him. Your cum stains your thighs and Mingyu below. A soft whine escapes your lips as Seungcheol removes his fingers from you. He licks your cum off of his fingers and hums.

"Mhm, as sweet as always," he grins.

Seungcheol suddenly grabs your arms and pulls you up, pressing you tightly against his chest.

"Off the bed, Gyu," he commands, his voice firm. Mingyu grumbles in protest but obeys, reluctantly climbing off and settling next to Wonwoo.

With you now in his arms, Seungcheol gently lays you down on the bed, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before pulling back with a smirk.

"Saving the best for last, princess," he teases, his voice dripping with confidence as he strips off his clothes.

Your jaw drops, and you can’t help but stare. No matter how many times you see it, Seungcheol's sculpted chest always leaves you utterly breathless.

"How about you mark me whilst I fuck you, hm?" He grins.

"Please, daddy," you beg—the urge to sink your teeth into his chest growing with every passing second.

With a soft chuckle, he leans in, hovering over you with his forearms braced on either side of your head, caging you in. Without hesitation, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his chest is pressed against your face.

"Always so impatient," he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice.

With ease, he slides into you, drawing a groan from both of you. He gives you a moment to adjust before starting to pound into you. You waste no time, eagerly marking his chest with hurried kisses, nips, and bites, leaving a trail of love across his skin.

The air feels thick and heavy, the smell of sex permeating the room. Your mind feels hazy, as though you're drifting weightlessly, lost in a euphoric daze. It's as if you've touched heaven and returned. Every thought is consumed by Seungcheol—just Seungcheol. In this moment, he is your entire world, and nothing else exists.

"Pussy was made for me. This pussy is mine, right princess? Perfect. All mine. You're all mine," he grunts in between thrusts.

"Yours, all yours. I'm all yours," you choke out, drooling all over his chest.

"Mine, mine, mine," he chants as he drills into you.

From the corner of your eye, you see both Mingyu and Wonwoo stroking themselves and staring at you intensely as you get fucked by Seungcheol. Their movements mimic the pace of Seungcheol's thrusts—as if they're imagining it's them who's fucking you instead of your boyfriend.

Without warning, Seungcheol grabs your legs and effortlessly drapes them over his shoulders, folding you in half. The new angle has your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open as he fills you completely. Stars dance in your vision, and any attempt to mark his chest turns into messy kisses and sloppy bites. Your mind is too far gone to focus on anything else.

"Fuck, I'm close," grunts Seungcheol, and with a few more thrusts he fills you up with his seeds.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," you sob out, tears running down your cheeks.

Your entire body trembles as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your vision goes black, your breath catches, and you're consumed by the most intense orgasm of your life.

When you come to, you find yourself wrapped snugly in Seungcheol's arms under a fluffy blanket.

"Ch-Cheollie?" you croak, your voice raspy from earlier.

"Hey, princess. Here, drink some water first," he says softly, bringing a cup to your lips. You gratefully sip from it, feeling the cool liquid soothe your throat.

"What happened?" you ask once you've finished drinking.

"You passed out after you came," he explains with a teasing grin. "I cleaned you up and kicked Wonwoo and Gyu out."

His words make you giggle. You nuzzle your nose against his cheek and plant a soft kiss there. "Thank you for the anniversary gift, Cheollie," you say sweetly.

"Anything for you, princess," he replies with a warm smile, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

A peaceful silence settles over you, the comfort of his presence wrapping around you like the blanket.

"So… about next year…" you murmur mischievously, breaking the quiet.

Seungcheol turns to you with an exasperated look.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" you laugh, enjoying his reaction. "Your tiddies are the only ones I need, I swear!"

"Good. It better stay that way," he grumbles, pouting slightly.

You chuckle and suddenly lean down to nip at his chest, making him yelp in surprise. He looks at you, utterly appalled, while you dissolve into giggles and bury your face against his chest.

With a resigned sigh, he wraps his arms tightly around you, smothering you against his chest with a soft chuckle. Content and surrounded by his warmth, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, utterly at peace. (Truly living the dream).

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soultiesmingi · 5 days ago

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rich girl | m.

⟡ word count: 6,708. ⟡ genre: smut, a bit of angst if you squint. ⟡ contains: a blowjob, facefucking, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, shower sex, copious use of petnames, just a whole lot of sin.

summary: wonwoo likes to call you a rich girl, and you hate it because it’s true. in fact, you hate a lot of things: your friends, your parent’s attitude, the way your life is supposed to be perfect even though you’re miserable. not much makes you happy, except for a punk boy who you can’t even be with.

a/n: this is a reupload because for some reason tumblr wasn’t showing me my own posts? anyways, sorry for the wait!! enjoy hehe.

your parents don’t like wonwoo.

even better – they don’t like the fact that you like him.

wonwoo isn’t supposed to be someone you like. he’s kind of foul-mouthed, awfully conceited, and he probably makes deals with the devil in his spare time. he likes to hang around those dimly lit corners at night, just outside the local shops, puffing from a cigarette beneath the dusty street light and chuckling amongst his friends. they all hang out together. they’re very tightknit in the way that they only meet on the corner to smoke and laugh and then head their separate ways when it gets late enough.

honestly, you didn’t think you were going to like wonwoo either. most friday nights you go out for drinks with the daughters of your mom’s friends. she’s a business lady, very professional, makes good money, and has the politeness and etiquette of a true monarch. her friends mirror her every quality, and so do their daughters. you like them, even when they snap at you to sit straighter or give you unnecessarily stern glances while you swallow your alcohol in inhumane gulps. they’re great, but they give you a headache.

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I love watching him laughing his heart out 🥺

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soultiesmingi · 5 days ago

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the dumbification in this 🫠

MARK.LEE x F BLACK READER - SO ANXIOUS

“We can’t just keep talking ‘bout the last time…you were here, what we did…”

//This fictional oneshot includes the following: unprotected sex, fem pet names (good girl, pretty girl.) mentions of masturbation, oral sex, nipple play, tongue kissing, and mentions of getting caught. If you are a minor GO AWAY! But if you are triggered by any of these things please look away kindly, thank you.//

|5.4k wc| feedback is much appreciated>^< |

You sat on Donghyuck's couch feeling frustrated. He invited you over but went to bed in the middle of the movie, and because it was so late he recommended that you stay the night. So you sat on the couch sulking as you continued the movie you were supposed to finish with Hyuck.

"Y/N?" You flinched hearing Mark's voice in the darkness, immediately you grabbed the remote, nervously fumbling it around before pausing the movie and turning your head to him.

"I didn't know you were here, why are you sitting there by yourself?" He asked. You shifted around nervously and laughed a little.

"Uhm, Hyuck went to bed early." You responded, "We were supposed to be watching a movie but he kept dozing off." You explained.

Mark nodded, in the dimly lit living room you could just barely make out him stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. Standing there awkwardly.

"I didn't know you were here either, he didn't uhm..." You cleared your throat and sat up straight, "He didn't tell me." Mark nodded again and looked at the tv, then back at you.

“So uhm, what’re you watching?” He asked, you turned back to the tv and raised your eyebrows. “Oh!” You exclaimed, “Uh, Don’t Buy The Seller. It’s about this woman who buys a used dryer or something from this guy but it doesn’t work…”

You paused for a moment. It’s been so long since you’ve been alone with Mark. Ever since a slight mishap four months ago, you’ve been so awkward around him. Although he seems to be mostly comfortable, it’s obvious that your reaction to what happened still has him on eggshells.

With a slight hesitation you looked back at him and asked; “Do you wanna…watch it with me?” In an anxious manner he responded: “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Now as Mark sat beside you with his hands sweating and his heart pounding, you both sat facing forward—watching the movie in complete silence. It was like you were both afraid to move. The remnants of that night still fresh in your mind.

You can still see it so clearly in your head. The way he held you against his body, ignoring the sounds of your friends playfully cheering as they egged you both on—he slowly leaned in and you followed. Sat on his lap with your hands pressed softly against his chest, and gripping his shirt when your lips finally touched.

It was just a short kiss. It only lasted about seven seconds, no more and no less. But, it was so intimate, and intense, and passionate. Your mind felt so clouded afterwards and you couldn’t even continue playing the game.

“Awww! Are you really forfeiting?!” Chenle teased. If not for their teasing, that kiss wouldn’t have happened—a good and a bad thing. When you looked at Mark you felt like your whole body was going to burst into flames. Of course you went home early that night.

In Marks mind, as he sits beside you all he can think about is how much you must regret that day. Watching you frantically put on your jacket and shoes as you ordered a cab home made him feel so stupid. It was his fault for accepting the dare. If he’d just said no then he would have only had to take a shot. But when you looked at him and laughed as you teased him about being scared, he felt like he was finally winning.

If only he could go back in time and force himself to say no or deny Chenle’s insane dare. Then he wouldn’t be sitting next to you feeling so anxious.

Neither of you had moved an inch or said a word, it only made the tension worse. You couldn’t tell if it was hot or if you were only imaging things. You couldn’t stay like this, you felt like you were going to suffocate.

You opened your mouth to speak, slowly turning to him—but Mark was going the same thing. Before you could get a word out he spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

You looked at Mark with a confused expression. What did he have to be sorry about? The tension? The silence? The heat? The kiss? Why would he apologize? It’s not even like him, he always goes completely silent before apologizing first. That’s not his thing.

“For kissing you…I shouldn’t have, I should’ve said no.” Slowly, the confused expression on your face turned into a look of amusement.

You grinned a little and cocked your head to the side.

“Why would you be sorry about that?”

He had no reason to feel that way. You wanted to kiss him, you made it known the moment Chenle gave him the dare. You were literally shaking in your seat waiting for Mark to say yes, if anything—you felt it was your fault for teasing him when he looked like he was going to back out.

“I mean, for making you uncomfortable. If I knew you didn’t feel that way then I wouldn’t have-“ You stopped him, snickering as you asked; “Uncomfortable? Did I look uncomfortable?”

He paused, now looking at you with a blank expression. It’s obvious Mark remembers that night differently from you, so you ask him.

“Do you remember how that night went?” Slowly shaking his head he licks his lips and says; “I’ll be honest, it’s kinda like, not a blur but like patchy? Like I can remember it, but I can only remember you leaving and then you being super nervous around me afterwards.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, the movie still playing in the background.

“I told you to kiss me, I even made fun of you for almost saying no to the dare. If anything, I should be saying sorry.”

Realization hit him like a bus. His eyes slowly widened and he let out a nervous laugh, covering his mouth as he said; “Really?” With a smile on his face.

“I mean, I just can’t remember you saying that. Like I remember you teasing me about it, but I don’t remember you telling me to you know, kiss you.”

The awkward tension had finally fallen off your shoulders, but it was quickly replaced with one much more intense—enjoyable, but heavy and sexual.

Even like this Mark is so charming. His anxious stammering and his facial expressions are just as swaying as always. How could you not want him?

“How could you forget that? What were you thinking about while I was on your lap?” You asked, Mark immediately looked away from you and shook his head. Chuckling to himself.

“Nothing…” You raised your eyebrows at his suspicion response and asked again. “Pfft. I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because what?” You pressed.

Mark paused. His thoughts were getting the better of him. How could he admit his filthy thoughts out loud? How can he possibly tell you how in that single moment every fantasy he’d had, every time he’d shamefully touched himself, fucked his fist, and said your name—played in his mind and drowned out the sound of your voice?

“I uhm…I don’t remember.” He lied.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, for some reason, you wanted to know what it was that turned that night into a jigsaw puzzle in his mind. So, you mustered up all the courage you had and channeled your most confident self.

But with a shaky voice you asked; “Should we recreate it then?” Mark laughed, his voice cracking as he said loudly; “What?!” So unbelievably anxious.

“To jog your memory, obviously there’s a lot you don’t remember. Should we refresh your mind?”

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Sitting beside you with his tongue pressed against his cheek and his legs spread, he leaned his head back against the couch and let out a short puff of air. Trying to regulate his body.

“Y-Yeah…” Mark looked at you, his head resting on the couch as he said in a soft and slightly desperate tone: “Help me remember it…”

You felt like you were going to melt. Slowly, you stood up knocking the soft blanket that covered your legs onto the floor. You stood in front of him, preparing yourself mentally for what was about to happen. You wouldn’t dream of backing out now.

“Are you sure you want to do this though?” Mark wrapped his hand around the back of your thigh, pulling your body between his legs as he looked up at you with his eyebrows knotted together and his face red.

“If I weren’t I wouldn’t have asked.”

You tried to seem confident, but as you inhale deeply and placed your knee on the couch beside his waist you felt your whole body begin to tremble in excitement.

“Let me help you…” Mark grabbed your hand and sat back further on the couch. Allowing your legs to fold on the sides of his hips as you slowly sat down.

The second you were seated on his lap you both felt flashes of heat wash over your bodies. You could feel the heat from his thighs through both of your thin pajama pants, and you were praying he couldn’t feel the heat radiating from your pussy.

“So…we were just like this…” You spoke slowly and licked your lips. Your brain felt so scattered as you spoke.

“Mhm, yeah?”

Marks voice was so smooth and soft, you almost rolled your eyes in pleasure at the sound of his soft hum.

“And…your hands…” You grabbed his hands and carefully placed one on your hip and the other on your back.

You shuddered as he adjusted them a little, moving one to your lower back and the other to the middle—right in the little curve.

“…Your hands were right there.” He nodded and licked his lips, moving his hips back just a little; trying to create space between your butt and his crotch.

Before you’d even sat on his lap he felt himself getting hard, but now with his hands on your body and you on his lap he knew it was only a matter of milliseconds before you felt his dick pressing against you.

“And my hands were here.” You placed your hands on his chest and lightly gripped his shirt.

You both freeze. Looking at each other as that kiss replayed in both your minds, just like before he slowly leaned in and you followed. Forgetting the purpose of all of this as your nose bumped against his.

“I think I remember now…” He said in a low and gentle tone. You felt like you could hardly speak, breathlessly you ask him what.

“I was thinking…” There was no need for him to hide it now. He was fully erect and the heat from between your legs was so noticeable, you couldn’t hide it if you tried. His brain was on autopilot and the only thing working was the part that thought of you.

“You look so pretty on my lap.” Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, between your legs there was a strong pulsating feeling accompanied by a warm wetness that was beginning to spread.

There was nothing left to say. Finally, Mark closed the space between you. Settling the aching desire to feel his lips on yours.

Just like last time he kisses you slowly, his soft lips melting into yours before his tongue slips into your mouth. The feeling of it against your own makes you feel so dizzy. You could kiss him forever and eight years.

He held you closer and moved his hands to your hips, pressing them down into his own. It doesn’t take a sign for you to get the hint. Pressed down onto his erection you begin slowly moving your hips, moaning quietly into his mouth as the friction causes you to feel more needy and sensitive than before.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” Mark muttered against your lips as he pulled away. Your body felt weak, your hands just barely grip his shirt as you move your hips in a circular motion.

Mark pulled away but only to move onto your neck and shoulders, kissing them through your thin shirt. He was so excited. He’d dreamt about this for so long now.

“Can I take it off?” You looked down at him and he looked back up at you, the fire in his eyes and the feeling between your legs paired perfectly.

You nodded your head and relaxed your body a little, letting him bunch your shirt up and throw it to the side, revealing your bra. Oh how he’d pictured you on his lap, in nothing but a bra. He couldn’t believe that it was coming to fruition.

“Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous.” He kissed the middle of your chest, then your shoulders, and then the top of your breasts. His hands slipping to your back and poking at the clasp of your bra. He didn’t even had to ask.

“Take it off.” And you didn’t have to tell him twice.

Mark fumbled with the clasp of your bra for a second or two, struggling to get it off he laughed nervously and looked at you.

“Sorry, I uhm, I’m so nervous...” You giggled and stopped him. “You’re nervous?” He nodded.

“But, I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for you for so long, you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.” You offered him a comforting smile and kissed him passionately.

“Take your time…there’s no need to rush.” He exhaled deeply, his chest filed with excitement as he nodded his head and slowly unhooked your bra.

Mark waited. Holding his breath as the straps loosened and fell from your shoulders just a little. He thought he’d evaporate if he moved too quickly, so he slowly peeled them away. Moving them down to your arms slowly as his eyes focused on your breasts.

Fully exposed you sat on his lap trembling in excitement, pure greed and desire clouding your mind as he groped one of your breasts, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb while slowly and carefully sucking the other.

Your back arched and you closed your eyes. Cursing softly as your hips shuttered.

“Fuck…Mark…”

He’d been waiting longer than you could ever imagine to hear you moan his name like that. His dick was throbbing, aching to be touched but all he wanted to do was touch you. Please you, make your body react, hear your voice and do all the things he’s imagined.

As he switched his mouth to the other nipple you shivered as his saliva dried on the other, creating a cooling sensation as he gave the other the same treatment. Groping the other with his full hand as he looked up at you to watch your expressions. Wanting to see your face scrunched up in pleasure just like he did in his dreams.

Although it felt good, you wanted more. The feeling of grinding against him wasn’t enough anymore.

“W-Wait…” You placed your hand on his shoulder and Mark stopped, letting go of your breasts as he breathlessly waited for you to say what you wanted.

“Can I touch you?”

“Touch me?”

You moved back just a little, sitting more on his thighs as you placed your hand on the bulge in his grey pajama pants. Mark shuddered and bit his lip.

“Can I suck it?” He let out a short laugh, in pure disbelief as he nodded his head. “I-I mean, if you want to, do anything you want.”

You got off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. The sight of you in front of him like this made his whole body feel like it was static.

Helping you remove his pants he lifted his hips and placed his hands beside yours as you tugged on them. As they drop to his ankles you look at him with hungry eyes and he returned it. He wanted to eat you alive.

You raised up more and he helped you remove his boxers. The air hitting his dick made him quietly whimper. Laying against his stomach it leaked a small puddle of sticky precum, the clear substance leaving a small trail behind as you take it in your hands and bring it up to your mouth.

He had nothing to say, watching with full eyes as you got closer.

Your soft lip place a kiss on the head of his dick, kissing the slightly enlarged and pink slit as you watched his face.

Mark’s nose scrunched up as he licked his drying lips and tried to relax.

“Why do you look so nervous?” You teased. Mark could hardly make the words out, saying simply; “You’re just so…you make me feel so excited.” He admitted.

“Do I?” Just as he opened his mouth to respond you swiped your tongue across the slit of his cock. Causing him to let out a choked moan. “F-Fuck.” His voice cracked as you laughed softly in a teasing manner.

You repeated this action, collecting the mostly flavorless substance on your tongue. When you finally felt ready you took just the head into your mouth.

Mark stiffened up. Holding his breath he sat tongue tied and on edge, his whole body overcome with pleasure.

“T-Take you…oh my god.” He threw his head back and fell silent as you swirled your tongue around and took his dick just a little deeper. His stomach felt tight and tingly, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows and tries his hardest not to break so fast.

“Take-Take your time…please.” He said, more for his sake than your own at this point.

You closed your eyes and relaxed your jaw, placing your tongue on top of your bottom teeth as you took him even deeper, the feeling his the tip of his dick hitting the roof of your mouth made you feel so horny.

You’d imagined this for so long. The feeling his the vein of his cock rubbing against your tongue, how heavy it felt in your mouth as you slowly bobbed your head—stroking what you couldn’t get into your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good baby…so fucking good.” Placing his hand on the back of your head, avoiding pushing your head down Mark’s hips buckled unintentionally. “L-Look at me baby, let me look at your pretty eyes.”

With drool dripping from your mouth and pooling around the base of his cock you opened your eyes and looked into his. He melted right away and closed his eyes.

“So fucking pretty…such a good job…such a good…good job.”

As good as it felt this wasn’t Mark’s plan. Sure he’s imagined you sucking his dick before, but that could wait. What he really wanted was to please you.

“W-Wait wait wait…wait baby, wait.”

You stop completely, his cock coming out of your mouth with a soft popping sound—a line of your saliva and his precum connecting between your mouth and his dick.

“Let me touch you, I wanna make you feel good.”

Kicking his pants and underwear off his feet he helped you up to your feet and stood up, giving you a short peck on the lips before helping you lay down on the couch.

“Just like that, good girl.” You bit your lip and smiled uncontrollably at his praise.

Mark joined you on the couch, mounting you carefully to kiss you again. This felt so much different than it did on his lap, you felt more exposed but it felt so good.

“Can I taste you baby?” Your mind felt like it was buffering. With hazy eyes you nodded your head. “Yeah? You want me to make you feel good?”

Kissing his way down to the band of your pants, Mark kept his eyes on you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” Slowly, he pushed your pants down, your underwear caught underneath the bunched up hand of your pants come down with them. “How many times…” He kissed your thigh, “I imagined the pretty faces youd make while I’m eating you out.”

Mark littered your thighs in kisses, leaving your pants and underwear at your calf’s.

“I wanna make you feel so good, you deserve it so much baby.” Your body was trembling. Even in a moment like this Mark can’t wait a second to vocalize his emotions.

Finally, he removes the last bit of your clothes completely. Feeling shy you looked away and closed your eyes, but this wasn’t going to fly with Mark so he reached up and grabbed your hand.

“It’s okay baby, look at me.” He waited before doing anything else. Letting you get a good look at his face, allowing you to look into his eyes for a second and relax before he proceeded. “Just relax, okay?” You nodded your head slowly and inhaled deeply.

“I promise, I’ll take care of you, okay? I’m gonna make sure you feel good.”

After making sure you were comfortable Mark raised legs and instructed you to place them on his shoulders, leaving him in between your thighs and face to face with your pussy.

“You’re just so beautiful baby.” Mark started with a few kisses, testing the waters to make sure you were fully comfortable before dragging his tongue up your slit.

Your body tensed and your toes curled.

“Relax for me, just lay back.”

Mark’s tongue glides up your pussy one more time, collecting your love on his tastebuds before he closes his eyes and begins focusing his tongue on your clit. His mouth practically clings to you as he moves from your clit for just a second, licking up the juices that drip from you as he moves his hand down to his dick.

He couldn’t help himself. The taste of you and the sound of your voice made him feel so desperate. As he slowly stroked his cock he went back to your clit and traced small hearts onto it.

Your legs shook beside his head, fueling his desire to please you even more than before. He moved his hand from his dick and used his elbow to prop himself up as he slipped his other hand between your bodies.

Slowly and carefully he stroked your entrance with his middle finger, using your love as lubricant so he wouldn’t hurt you as he slipped it inside.

“Oh my god! M-Mark!” He grinned against your pussy, chuckling softly as a wet sound comes from his mouth. He pulled away for just a second, saying; “You sound so good like this.”

Mark curled his finger upward, rocking his wrist back and forth as he drew small circles on your clip—applying just a little pressure on the bundle of nerves.

His hand was already getting soaked, dripping down his wrist and onto the couch; it would definitely leave a stain that Hyuck would likely ask about later but Mark couldn’t care less.

“N-No…oh fuck…I-I, I’m gonna…I fuck.” You strung together whatever words you could manage out, trying to warn Mark about the feeling in your stomach. But he didn’t stop for a second.

Instead, he slipped another finger inside and went a little faster. Drawing out a loud moan from you that he was sure his sleeping roommate would hear. He could feel your velvety walls convulsing around his two digits, making him put more focus into stimulating your clit.

“Mark! Mark! Mark I-I- fuck! Feels so g-good!” He looked up at you, watching you writher around as he went a little faster.

Your voice broke before you went completely silent. The only thing to be heard was a small build up of liquid that began gushing out, wetting the lower half of his face, his arm, and even his bicep.

The knot in your stomach had tightened and snapped before you could even warn him. Your body jerked as you pushed his head away, but instead of stopping he kept going for a second longer. Enjoying the sound of your whimpers as you told him it was too much.

Chuckling, he finally let up and sat on his knees between your legs as your body jerked and shook from the orgasm ripping through you.

“Breathe for me baby,” Mark said, he placed his hand in your stomach and watched you with a smirk on his wet face. “In…and out…” You followed and closed your eyes. “Just like that, good girl. You’re so good at listening.”

He leaned down and kissed you, the taste of yourself on his tongue as he slips it inside of your mouth. You weren’t even close to being done yet, not without feeling him inside of you.

“Mark,” You whined as you pushed your hips towards his. “Fuck me, please?”

Mark bit his lip and sat up, cursing softly as he looked around. He didn’t have a condom. Of course he wouldn’t, he’s in the living room.

“Let me go grab-“ You stopped him as he started to get up, placing your hand on his forearm you looked up at him with glittering eyes as you said in a coaxing tone he couldn’t deny; “It’s okay, please just fuck me.”

He never thought he’d be doing this. But here he is, denying what he knows is right as he lined his dick up with your entrance. Allowing you to brace yourself as he began to grind against your already sensitive pussy.

“You sure baby? I don’t think I’ll be able to pull out…” You nodded and opened your arms, wanting to wrap them around his shoulders. You looked so damn pretty.

“Shit…” Mark cursed and slowly pushed himself inside of you, slipping inside so easily.

Your wet heat pulls him inside, engulfing him with a softness that he could only dream of. Your walls pulse around his dick as he whimpered, eyes almost watering as he bit his bottom lip so hard it might bleed. The feeling was almost too intense.

The way you called out his name and dug your nails into his shoulders made him want to cry. He’s never felt so good. His hand could never, ever compare to the feeling of you.

“I-I’m gonna put it all the way in…” Mark spoke slowly, but his words were still messy. All you could offer as a response was a nod.

Laying underneath him as his dick stretched you out, filling you up so deliciously as he began panting above you.

Mark was so careful. Being as slow as he possibly could, letting you feel every inch, every vein, and every throb of his cock. And when you looked and felt ready, he began moving. He pulled his hips back just a little and then moved them forward again.

“S-So deep…” Your voice faded out as his slow and long strokes turned your brain off.

“Does…Does it feel good baby?” He asked, sounding so lewd and smug. “You feel how deep I am?” You nodded your head, arching your back as you gasped for air.

The feeling was so passionate, you were already sensitive but with him pressed against every spot inside of you it felt like you were going to float away and he had just barely gotten started.

“F-Faster…”You looked up at Mark, you didn’t have to beg. His broken expression told you that. “Please, go faster.”

“Faster,” Mark changed his pace, stroking a little longer and a little faster. “Like this baby? Hm?” Your eyes rolled back and you slapped your hand against the arm of the couch. “You want…fuck…you want me to go faster? Huh?”

As Mark sped up you grew louder. Gripping the armrest as your body went weak. You felt like you were chasing after your every breathe. It was like that one request pushed him to the edge.

“J-Just like that!” You yelled out. Moaning so loud as if Donghyuck wasn’t just one room over.

“Just like that just like that fuck Mark! Mark! Mark! fuck yes like yes like that like that right there.” Your words jumbled together as he began fucking you a little harder.

Your praise and broken sentence made Mark feel like he was going crazy. Letting out a mixture between a croak and a whine he pushed your legs back and placed his hand over your mouth, knowing that if he didn’t Donghyuck would catch you before you could finish.

“You feel so fucking so so so fucking good you’re so so so so pretty so fucking pretty, such a pretty pussy, is it mine? Hm? Is this pretty pussy all mine?”

You cried out into the palm of his hand and threw your head back, shaking your head as you shouted yes into his hand. Chanting that it was his as he muffled your screams.

“I knoooww, I know baby, it’s so good? Huh? It’s good? Just nod your head for me, just nod that pretty head for me baby.”

Mark slowed just, allowing you to savor every stroke.

“M’gonna uncover your mouth…b-but…you gotta stay quiet, ‘Kay? Just for a second, you can do that…r-right? You’re a good girl, such a good girl…you can stay quiet for me, right?”

You shake your head, looking up at him with your eyebrows knotted. Mark chuckled and stopped completely. His dick throbs and his body jerks, feeling increasingly horny as he kissed you.

“Donghyuck is gonna catch us.” He said breathlessly, you tried to regulate your breathing—responding in slurred words: “Let him.” Mark grinned and kissed your forehead, as he leaned back on his legs and ran his hand through his sweaty hair he shook his head at you.

“You’re so cute like this, be as loud as you want then. Don’t worry about anything but feeling good for me, okay? All you have to do is enjoy yourself.” You nodded your head and weakly smiled at him.

Mark gave you just one more second before starting again, this time instead of starting off slow, he started off with quick and sharp thrusts. Slamming his hips into yours harshly. You couldn’t even make a sound, one small yelp of pleasure forcing its way out of your throat before you went silent once again.

Melting into the couch as your toes curled and your eyes rolled back.

“Ooouuu, there it is…like that baby?” You couldn’t even nod your head, laying there helplessly as Mark fucked your every thought away.

“I know…I know…” You let out a quiet sob, trying your hardest to find something to grab onto. “Shit…I’m so close…”

As Mark’s stomach tightened he reached down and began rubbing your clit. Trying his hardest to make you finish before he did.

“Ma-Mark!” You gasped for air and dropped your legs, reaching down to grab his hand. You tried to beg, pleading with him to slow down as an intense feeling washed over you. Your whole body tensed up and your eyes closed tightly.

You felt like you were going to explode.

Mark could feel your walls tighten around him, clamping down on him uncontrollably. He tried to hold back, his fingers moving messily as he began panting. Moaning loudly as he let out strings of curses.

“F-Fuck fuck fuck…” Feeling the pressure in his stomach build he considered pulling out early, but the risk was so worth the feeling of you finishing around him.

“I-I…I- oh my god!” You lightly hit his chest as you came for the second time.

“S-Shit…” Hurriedly Mark pulled out and began stroking his cock, his face twisted with pleasure as he pleased himself above your body.

“So pretty s’pretty fuck…” He whined. Mark held his breath, tensing up as his cum spurted out onto your stomach. The thick, white and slightly creamy substance dripping down your sides, pooling on your sweaty skin.

Mark sat back and you laid there, both of you take a second to collect yourselves. Just looking at each other before laughing.

“Uhm, I guess my memory is refreshed now.” You rolled your eyes playfully and laughed at Mark’s corny joke. “Sorry, let me get you a towe-oh!” He paused as you swiped your finger through his cum and licked it up.

“Let’s get cleaned up before Hyuck catches us.”

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mark fic recs ₊✩‧₊

finally going through all my likes to put together a comprehensive of all of my fave mark fics! as a result, there's older and newer fics here - enjoy!!! (also most of these are smut lol)

(m) smut | (f) fluff | (a) angst

one shots

surviving no nut november by @domjaehyun | m | 28.8k one of my fave fics!!!, ft. haechan, college au

pretty little weapon by @lisired | m, slight a | 25.7k undercover cop!mark, crime/gang au author summary: A lifetime worth of adversity had brought you to Bloodlust. You joined them to escape your history, but with Mark Lee - an undercover narcotics agent with a secret to keep - comes the threat of being forced to confront your past. Old wounds are opened, but scars heal.

pretty boy by @ncteez | m | 9.3k nerdy & shy mark, college au author summary: Mark’s favorite thing to do is sit alone at the library and enjoy the knowledge that his university offers. In contrast, your favorite thing to do is go to parties and enjoy as much chaos as possible. However, upon realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to this lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help. or the one where your new favorite thing to do is seduce the most inexperienced man you’ve ever met and watch how desperate he gets for you.

graphic by @hausofwoo | m, f | 6.6k college!au, spiderman obsessed mark!! <3 author summary: stuck in the monotony of your job at the mall, every day feels the same: opening the store, sitting behind the register, and counting the hours til close. you’ve even memorized the routines of the stores around you. but when a new guy starts at the comic book store across the way, you realize your predictable days may soon change.

on edge by @ncteez | m | 22.5k infidelity, ft. boyfriend doyoung author summary: Dating the strict, well-liked, and loving Doyoung came with its hurdles. Normally, the two of you could communicate and work through the downsides, but what if the newest downside of the relationship is learning that his little brother, Mark, has a bit of a thing for you?

flipside by @yutaholic | m | 21k underground racer au author summary: When your father moves you overseas for his job, you are determined to hate it until you discover the illegal street races happening after nightfall. Boys are quick to vie for your attention, but none catch your eye like Mark, who takes you on the ride of a lifetime.

with a little pixie dust by @sehunniepotwrites | f | 11.9k cutest best friends to lovers au author summary: There are so many ways your friend group could have chosen to celebrate your graduation from university but they chose the one way that fit their childlike antics most of all–going to Disneyland. With all the screams of joy and laughter filing the atmosphere, you see why people call it The Happiest Place on Earth. It’s where magic comes alive, hearts soar to the skies, and where dreams come true. With your dream job already lined up for you once you get back from this vacation, you wonder if your last and wildest fantasy–the one that carries Mark Lee endearingly close to your heart–will take flight. (But don’t worry; your best friends, with a little help of pixie dust, are determined to make it come alive by the end of night.)

watch me by @sluttyten | m | 14.6k neighbours au, voyeurism author summary: you pick up the voyeuristic habit of watching your neighbor that never closes his curtains and whose face you never see. on an unrelated note, you start dating the cute barista from down the street that also happens to live in the building across from yours. what could happen?

go with it by @seouljazzbar | m | 6k best friends to lovers au author summary: “have sex with me so I can finish writing this” inspired by this tweet or when mark offers to solve all your problems, it's much better to go with it

bad habits. by @mrkis | m, slight a? | 6.5k slight toxic behaviour, dealer!mark author summary: ❝you know you're my favourite.❞

this is (not) easy by @mrkis | m | 13.2k friends to lovers, fwb situation author summary: getting into a friends with benefits situation with your all time best friend was so (not) easy

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soultiesmingi · 10 days ago

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"we should get up", you murmur, cheek tightly pressed against vernon's chest.

"why?", he mumbles back, his yellow beanie covering his eyes.

"we're gonna be late, there's probably traffic to your mom's place now."

vernon hums as if he's thinking, but soon you realize that's just a suppressed groan.

"it's christmas, we're fine."

"it's christmas and we didn't cook shit", you look up at him. "we're definitely not fine."

"there's not gonna be traffic."

it's your time to groan, but as you push vernon away from you, he does it again too, deeply and loudly this time - and with a tiny scoff at the end, like he couldn't believe you were actually detaching yourself from his warm, cozy body.

"babe, come on", he lifts his beanie. "we're comfortable like this."

"i'm getting hungry."

"and we're gonna eat so well, my grandma has the most amazing recipe of a cherry pie", vernon pulls you close once again. "but i promise you it takes over two hours in the oven, so we're good."

you roll your eyes as he wraps his arms around you - and his legs -, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"we're getting up in five."

"we're getting up in forty."

"vernon!"

"bro~", he looks down at you. "just trust me on this one, okay? we're not gonna be late, i promise you. now let's take another nap, you're messing my winter naps schedule."

and vernon is so cute all wrapped up around you that you don't tease him for not existing such a thing as a winter naps schedule, nor you disturb him when he starts to snore a bit, so relaxed and comfortable in your bed.

but you do slap him a bit when there is, in fact, traffic to his mom's house later on.

a/n: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates. hope you eat well ❤️🍒

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soultiesmingi · 10 days ago

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Dirty Little Secret

☆Genre: Smut MDNI 18+ only

☆Pairing: sex worker!mingi x afab!reader (best friends to ??)

☆Word count: 7.6k

☆Warnings: Porn, eye contact, praising, oral/face sitting (f receiving), use of sex toys (m receiving), reader records Mingi masturbate, dirty talk, begging, Mingi is pretty soft, fingering (f receiving), you’re both desperate, reader is easily flustered and Mingi is a tease (let me know if I missed any)

☆Summary: Your best friend Mingi stays the night at your place after not seeing each other in a while. When he abandons his phone you decide to play on it, the last thing you were expecting to find was his secret porn account.

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After a nice shower, you’re lying in bed watching the show you’ve been binge-watching for days. Suddenly, you feel your phone vibrate beside you, getting a text from Mingi.

Loser (Mingi): Yo, I’m here >:)

A smile grew on your face, jumping out of bed and running toward the door. When you swing the door open, you’re met with a smiling Mingi, his sleepover bag in one hand, his other resting on the top of the doorframe.

“Wassup bitch!” You exclaim.

Mingi smiles wide, pulling you in for a hug, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as your hands wrap around his waist. You swear he grew taller from the last time you saw him.

You and Mingi haven’t been able to hang out much anymore. With your different jobs, your schedules just don’t align. Adult life is lame. Sometimes you wish you could go back to your teenage years, when you both hung out practically every day. After school, during lunch, whenever you wanted. But here you are; you have your own apartment, car, and job, but life is still boring when you can’t see your best friend much.

“Hello to you too,” he giggles.

When you pull away, Mingi steps inside, sliding his shoes off and putting his keys down on the table.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited! When was the last time we had a sleepover? It feels like ages.”

Mingi runs his hands through his short blonde hair, thinking to himself to recall the last sleepover, letting out a sigh.

“Damn, I don’t even remember.”

His hand dropped to his side, and you watched as his black and white beaded bracelet swung around his wrist. You look down at your matching one on your wrist and smile softly.

“Aw, you still wear this?”

You reach over, toying with the beads on Mingi’s wrist. This was a bracelet you made for Mingi years ago, and you decided to make a matching one for yourself. It was basically a friendship bracelet, but Mingi never liked calling it that; he thought it was too cringeworthy. (You know he secretly likes it, though.)

“Of course I do; I never take it off.”

You both make your way to the bedroom. Mingi drops his bag down on the bed, and you plop down on the mattress. He unzips his bag, digging through to pick out his sleeping clothes.

“Before I get settled, I want to shower; I just got out of the gym not too long ago.”

“Is that why you’re dressed like Adam Sandler?”

Mingi snaps his head up, glaring at you with narrow eyes, fighting back a smile.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

You giggle at his reactions, looking him up and down with a feigned disgust.

“Oh honey, you’re wearing shorts, a baggy tee, and flip-flops. If that’s not an Adam Sandler fit, I don’t know what is.”

Mingi rolls his eyes at your comment, secretly thinking it was funny, but he wouldn’t let you know that. Your ego is already too big. He grabs his clothes and washbag, heading toward the conjoined bathroom in your bedroom.

“I’m going to ignore you and shower.”

Mingi stops in his tracks, pulling his phone out of his pocket to hand it to you.

“Oh, before I go, can you charge my phone?”

You grab it, still laughing softly to yourself, and plug it in the charger.

“I got you; now go shower you smelly boy.”

Mingi chuckles and walks off into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, you hear the shower running, and you’re laying back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Mingi was only gone for a minute, and you were already bored. You let out a sigh, looking around the room to find something to entertain you. You peek over at the bedside table, glancing at Mingi’s phone.

You grab the phone, laughing to yourself. You used to do this thing whenever Mingi left his phone around: take a bunch of funny photos of yourself and set them as his lock screen. You liked to see his reactions when he finds the photos, and sometimes he would keep it on his phone screen for a long time. You haven’t done it in a while, so why not do it again? It was a harmless prank that always made you two laugh.

You turn on his phone, the screen shining brightly on your face, almost blinding you. His lock screen was a picture of an anime character from Chainsaw Man. ‘What a dweeb’ you thought to yourself. You put in his passcode, letting out a little victory chuckle when it let you in. Although your laugh immediately died down when your eyes met with a random Twitter account. That’s weird; you follow Mingi on all social media platforms, but you’ve never seen this one.

You furrow your brows in confusion, Sir Min, the username read. What was this account? And why was Mingi looking at it? Clearly he was just on it; the app loaded up right as you turned on the phone. You read the bio, and your heart pounded.

‘18+ NSFW These videos and pics all belong to me. If you like what you see, sub to my OF;)’

What?

You spring up, hunching over with the phone inches away from your face. You heard the pounding of your heart in your ears; you were frozen, blankly staring at the words on the screen. There was a voice in your head telling you to stop; this felt like something you shouldn’t be seeing. You should really turn Mingi’s phone off and put it away, out of sight, out of mind.

Yeah, you definitely should put the phone down... but your curiosity got the best of you. Your trembling thumb slowly scrolled down the page. Your heart dropped when you saw the first video.

A man sat back in a chair; you were unable to see his face; only his neck down was in view. His sweats were pulled down to his midthigh, and his shirt was hitched up, exposing his soft stomach. Your mouth grew dry when you noticed the way he was teasingly stroking his dick, occasionally slapping it against his abdomen. You watched in awe as a string of spit ran down into view and landed on his pink tip.

What. The. Fuck.

You watched the way his black and white beaded bracelet bounced on his wrist as he stroked his (fairly big) cock. Your breath hitched, and you were ashamed when you felt a pant of arousal rush through your body. Your stomach churned when you realized the man on the screen wasn’t just any man; it was Mingi.

You were so engrossed in the video in front of you that you failed to notice the trickling of the shower ceased. The sound of jiggling from the bathroom doorknob brought you back to your senses, and you immediately turned off the phone and threw it on the bed.

Mingi walked out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair with the towel to dry it off. You laid back, grabbing your own phone to look as casual as possible.

“I feel so much better now.”

Mingi sighed, throwing the towel on a chair in the corner of the room. He looked at you with a small smile, placing his hands on his hips. You’re heart was still racing, and you had to stop your eye’s from wandering down at Mingi’s topless body. His sweats hung low on his hips, and Calvin Klein underwear peaked at the top.

“About time, I almost died of boredom.”

You sit up, internally patting yourself on the back for sounding so nonchalant. Mingi chuckled and crawled in bed beside you.

“So what do you want to do?”

You stared at Mingi as he grew closer to you, subconsciously scooting away a bit. It was a little change in demeanor, but Mingi noticed it right away. He decided not to think too much about it, and he leaned in closer.

“You’re not going to put on a shirt?”

Your tone was a bit more nervous than you anticipated. Mingi looked down at his topless body and shrugged.

“It never bothered you before.”

He reached over, grabbing the remote to scroll through the TV. He’s right, it never has before, so why does it bother you now? You sit back against the headboard, staring at the TV screen. You’re mind kept thinking back at the video; you definitely shouldn’t have seen it... but why are you a bit disappointed you couldn’t see more?

You never thought Mingi would be the type to sell nudes for money. You knew there was a lot of catching up to do, but you certainly weren’t expecting that.

“Oh my god, I love this movie. Have you seen it?”

Mingi turns to you, his eyes bright with excitement. You couldn’t seem to stare at him; your gaze stayed on the TV.

“Oh, no, I haven’t. We can watch it.”

“Yes! Okay, I think you’ll like this one a lot; it’s hilarious.”

Mingi smiles wide and plays the movie. He lays back in the bed, turning toward your direction to lay his head on the pillow beside you. His hair tickled your arm, and your body grew hot when you felt his leg entangle in yours. You sit up abruptly, and Mingi looks up at you confused.

“I have to use the restroom. I’ll be back.”

“Ok… Don’t take too long, though. I know you just sit on the toilet watching Tik Toks.”

You roll your eyes and chuck a pillow at him. Mingi giggles while blocking your attack. You walked into the bathroom, trying to act as casual as possible. When the door closes behind you, you press yourself back against the wall, trying to comprehend everything.

Why hasn’t Mingi told you about this?

How long has he been doing it for?

Why did it turn you on?

All these questions raced in your head. You hate how you’re acting right now. I mean, Mingi is a grown man; he can do this type of work if he wanted to. You never cared when you found out other people were interested in sex work. So why are you reacting this way when it comes to Mingi?

After you pulled yourself together, you stepped out of the bathroom. Mingi laid in your bed, head resting on his hand as he watched the movie. You sat down beside Mingi, keeping a little distance from him.

“Welcome back.”

He smiled, noticing the way you sat a bit farther, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“I don’t have some kind of disease; come over here.”

Mingi reached over, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You gasp loudly, feeling your core ache again at the way he can easily manhandle you. You mentally curse yourself for reacting that way.

It’s not unusual to be clingy with Mingi; you both do it all the time, but for some reason every time he touched you, you couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to have his hands touch other places.

You let out an awkward chuckle when Mingi snuggled his head in your lap; you’re body tensed when feeling how close he was. You couldn’t believe yourself; you’re really thinking dirty thoughts about your best friend, who is innocently snuggled into you.

The whole time you guys were lounging and watching the movie, you couldn’t seem to relax. Your hands stayed glued to your sides, and you keep getting lost in thought, not paying attention to the film at all.

Your unnatural behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi. He tried to let it slide the first time, but when he saw that your body wasn’t relaxed and you weren’t playing with his hair like you usually do, he let out a sigh. He sat up, pausing the movie and turning to you with a suspicious look.

“Okay, what’s your problem?”

Your head jerked in Mingi’s direction, not expecting him to ask that. You try to find words, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“What do you mean?”

Mingi stares at you with a knowing glance and a small frown.

“You’re acting weird. It’s like you’re scared of me or something. You won’t relax; you’re hardly talking to me, and you won’t even touch me.”

Your heart aches at his words; you were so shaken by what you saw on Mingi’s phone that you subconsciously started to treat him weirdly. You thought for a moment, debating whether to come clean or pretend like nothing happened.

Mingi stared at you intently, waiting for an answer. You can see the slight worry in his eyes. You already knew he was starting to feel a bit insecure by the look on his face. You let out a small sigh.

"No, Mingi, you didn’t do anything wrong to get me upset.”

“How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“You’re making that sad puppy face.”

Mingi smiled softly at your words, looking away as you both chuckled. He felt a small pang of relief but was still worried, wanting to know what’s wrong.

“Then what’s wrong?”

He scooted closer, wanting to wrap his arm around your shoulder, but based on your behavior earlier, he kept his hands to himself.

You decided to give in; fuck it, just tell him the truth. You take in a breath before speaking in a shaky tone.

“Well, when you were in the shower. I wanted to mess with you, so I took your phone, and when I turned it on..."

Your voice drifted off. Mingi waited patiently to hear you out. Soon he came to realize what you saw; his heart dropped and his eyes widen.

“Oh-“

You turn away feeling embarrassed; you didn’t want to look Mingi in the eyes. You felt so bad; how could you invade his privacy like that?

“I’m sorry; I swear I didn’t mean to see that. I just wanted to take funny photos of myself on your phone. The app was already open when I turned it on.”

Mingi lets out a small chuckle at your nervous rambling. The noise caused you to relax a bit, knowing he wasn’t angry.

“I’m sorry..”

You say quietly, looking like a sad puppy with its ears flopped down. Mingi coos internally at your expression, ruffling your hair.

“It’s okay”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, leaning back against the headboard and hiding your face in your hands.

“Did you see anything?”

You can hear the slight shyness hiding under his attempt to sound confident. You paused for a moment, thinking back at the video you watched, and nodded slowly.

Mingi nervously chuckles at your response, trying to sound cocky and playful to lift the mood.

“Did you like what you saw?”

You sat there in silence, your face heating up behind your hands at his question. Your silence was all Mingi needed to know the answer; he raised his brows and his heart quickened. He mostly said that as a joke, but seeing your reaction ignited a fire in him.

“Oh…..oh. What video did you watch?”

He smirked, scooting a bit closer. You nudged Mingi away, rolling your eyes at his teasing behavior.

“Fuck off, Mingi. I already have the sight of your dick in my head. I don’t need to hear your sexy voice.”

Mingi smiles wide, liking the reaction you’re having. To be frank, Mingi was embarrassed at first when you revealed that you saw his secret porn account. Although after seeing your reaction, he has a newfound confidence coursing through him.

"No, no, just tell me. Which video was it?”

You glared at him wanting to smack the smirk off his smug face (or kiss it off, but let’s not get needy). You roll your eyes, knowing Mingi wasn’t going to let this go.

“It was...the one of you.”

You moved your fist up and down, not being able to say it out loud. You couldn’t meet his gaze; you didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking wide.

“Oh that? That’s a popular one of mine.”

“Ugh, Mingi I don’t need to know what gets your fucking fans all horned up.”

You groan, pushing Mingi away. He laughs softly, noticing the small blush creeping up in your cheeks.

"Aw, come on, I know you liked it.”

It’s not unusual for Mingi to talk to you in a teasing, flirty tone. It never used to phase you, but something about this situation in particular makes you ache between your legs.

You roll your eyes, plopping down on the bed, and cover yourself with the blanket. Mingi chuckled as he watched you hide away. You spoke back in a muffled voice.

“I’m going to bed, freak.”

He patted you on the back, still laughing softly, and turned off the light.

“Good night; try not to have any wet dreams of me.”

You kicked him under the covers; he let out a small groan and forced yourself to sleep. Embarrassing to say... you do in fact have a wet dream of Mingi that night. Not your proudest moments, but you’re only human.

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Weeks have past since that night. It almost felt like you two grew even closer after finding out Mingi’s big secret. After that night of the sleepover, you both had a deep talk about why Mingi entered this line of work in the first place.

He explained to you how he was struggling with money and his own body image. At first he didn’t want to resort to that kind of work, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Once he uploaded his first video, he grew an audience pretty quickly; that’s when he learned that he liked making content more than he thought he would.

It taught him how to appreciate his body and his own pleasure, and after meeting new people in the same kind of work, he realized that he wasn’t alone in his struggles. Also, the amount of money that comes in was very nice; who could complain?

After he opened up to you, you had a different view on the situation at hand. Knowing the reason for everything, you grew to admire Mingi more, and it never bothered you when he would speak about his "films." He would even ask you for advice or requests on what he should post next.

What you weren’t proud of, though, was the late nights you spent staring up at your ceiling. Phone in hand, the Twitter search tab open as you fight the urge to search his account again. The amount of times you made yourself cum while watching Mingi fuck a flesh light was embarrassing to say out loud.

You were on your way to Mingi’s house, a grocery bag of snacks in your hand. You parked in front of his house, pulling out your phone to text him.

You: “Aye loser, I’m here.”

You gather your belongings, stepping out of the car and walking to his front door. You didn’t get a reply, which was weird. You glanced down at your phone, waiting to see the three dots to indicate he was typing. When they don’t appear, you shoot another text.

You: "I said I’m here 💀"

No reply; that’s weird.

You jiggle the front door knob only to find it was unlocked all along. Usually when he leaves it that way, he expects you to just walk in, and that you do.

When you stepped into the living room, it was vacant; there weren’t any games set up for you two on the table. You furrow your brows in confusion and set your bags down, slipping off your shoes.

“Mingi?”

You hear a thump noise coming from his bedroom, and your heart drops. What was that? It sounded like something falling. Without a second thought, you rushed to his bedroom, afraid that maybe he fell to the ground or something like that.

You hear a small groan of annoyance coming from his room; you barged in no hesitation and immediately froze when you saw him.

Mingi stood at the edge of his bed, pants down and very hard; his tripod lay broken on the floor. When Mingi looked up at you, he frozen for a second, rummaging behind him to pick up a pillow and cover himself up. You quickly shut the door in your own face, walking away from his room.

Once you reach the front door, ready to drop everything and leave because WHAT THE FUCK MINGI WAS FILMING A PORNO, you hear his bedroom door open and he runs toward you.

“Wait y/n, don’t...”

You stop in your tracks, turning around slowly when you feel Mingi’s hand grasp your shoulder. He was wearing black sweats and nothing else. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was out of breath.

“I’m sorry, Mingi; I texted you but you didn’t answer. The door was unlocked, so I came in, then I heard this sound and thought maybe you were hurt.”

“Y/n, you’re rambling again.”

You shut your mouth, looking away from Mingi. He chuckled softly, moving his hand from your shoulder to his waist.

"Sorry, I didn’t see your message. I thought you would have taken longer to get here, and I needed to film a video.”

You scratch the back of your neck; it took every ounce in you not to look down at his large bulge in his sweats. You clear your throat, feeling awkward and bad for just barging in the way you did.

“Do you, um, want me to go? so you can..you know.”

You gestured toward his bulge, trying to maintain eye contact but failing. He looked down, a blush creeping on his cheeks, before covering himself with his hand.

"Um, I would, but that thump you heard was my tripod falling and breaking into bits, so...”

“Oh, I mean, do you really need that? Just prop it down on the table or something.”

“I can't; it doesn’t get the right angle.”

You roll your eyes at his remarks, scoffing.

“You’re being picky; just put your phone down and jerk it, not that hard.”

Mingi laughs at your words, the tension in the room lifting. Your body finally starts to relax, and you can tell Mingi was feeling the same way.

“It’s not that easy; when I put my phone on the table, the lighting looks all weird. I want to make good videos for my viewers; that way I get more money.”

He rubs his thumb and index finger together. You smile at him, finding his care for quality videos strangely endearing.

“Let me see.”

He takes you to his room; when you enter, you see the broken tripod. It was snapped in half on the floor; there was no fixing it.

“I mean, do you have tape?”

“No.”

You stroke your chin, thinking on how to help this situation.

“Just get a new one; do you really need to film a video now?”

“Yeah, this isn’t just any video; it’s a commission. I need to film it, or else the buyer would be upset.”

You both ponder for a moment; you wanted to help but didn’t know how. Suddenly Mingi looks over at you, a look in his eyes that you couldn’t pin point.

“What if…you film me?”

Your eyes widen, and your head snaps toward his direction.

“What!?”

Mingi walks closer to you, grabbing your hands with a pleading look.

"Oh, come on, y/n, I need to film this video. You’re my best friend, and I need your help; besides, you’ve already seen my dick!”

You stood there, mouth open, unable to form words. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, and your ears heated up. You scoff at Mingi, looking away, not wanting him to see the small blush on your cheeks.

He keeps trying to meet your gaze, eyes desperate and pleading.

“Please? I’m not going to make you do this if you’re uncomfortable, but please consider. Help your bestie make a bag.”

You laugh softly at his words, looking into his eyes; it was hard to deny that look. After a moment of silence, you thought, Fuck it. Mingi needed your help; you knew you were the only one who could help in this way (totally wasn’t because you secretly wanted to see Mingi touch himself).

“Fine, okay,” you sighed.

Mingi smiles wide, pulling you in for a hug.

“Thank you! Okay, all you have to do is stand here and record me. Pretty simple.”

Mingi walked your body to the edge of the bed, wanting you to stay there. He gives you his phone after opening the camera app and looks at you excitedly. You couldn’t help but think how cute Mingi looked right now. (Despite the fact that he was going to whip it out in a few seconds.)

“Wait, before I do this, you better promise that we will pretend like nothing happened and move on. Don’t think I’ll be your camerawoman from now on, just this once.”

“Okay, I promise.” Mingi chuckles.

You let out a sigh, holding up the camera to point it at the bed.

“Hurry before I change my mind," you huff.

Mingi scurries on the bed, sitting at the edge. He grips the waistband of his sweats, hesitating for a moment.

“Make sure not to get my face. Wait, sit down. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing the chair beside you to take a seat. You were now at eye level with Mingi, sitting a foot away from him. After you take a deep breath, you press record.

“Ok go.”

Mingi moves when he hears the ding of the camera, indicating that you started recording. He reached behind him to grab something; your heart dropped when you saw what it was.

His flesh light.

He begins to speak, talking to the person who you presume bought this specific video as a commission. He stands up, rubbing his bulge through his sweats. You gulp, trying not to let your trembling hands mess up the video.

You look up, locking eyes with him. Mingi twitched in his pants, biting his lip and letting out a small groan. You quickly tore your gaze away, staring at the screen in front of you.

You swore you saw a hint of a blush creeping on Mingi’s cheeks when you both locked eyes. You watched as his hands ran up his hips, gripping the waistband of his sweats to pull them down slowly. You breathe hitched when his big dick sprung up and slapped his lower abdomen.

You swear you’ve never seen him that hard; from all the videos you (secretly) watched of him, you never saw him like this. His tip was red, leaking cum; a long vein ran down the side of his length. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself throb between your legs.

That didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi; damn him, why was he so observant? He chuckled softly, taking his cock in his hands and stroking it at a slow, teasing pace.

“You want it?”

For a second, you thought he was talking to you, but you figured he was probably just speaking sexy for the video. He tends to do that a lot (I mean, how would you know that?haha...).

Mingi sat back down on the bed, slowly stroking his dick and moaning quietly. He reached behind him to grab some lube, lathering it on his length.

Your mouth watered at the sight. God, he looked so good. You wish you could just drop the phone and take his large dick in your mouth. Then he wouldn’t need the lube.

Your try to shake away the thought, keeping a neutral face as you held the phone in front of you. You watch as Mingi bites his lip, taking the flesh light and aligning his length with it. He slowly pushed the toy down, letting out a low moan.

You had to bite your lip to hold back the noises that threatened to escape. Holy fuck, you’re watching Mingi fuck himself right in front of you. Not to mention, it’s turning you on deeply.

Mingi leans his head back, letting out gasps when he moves the toy up and down. Your stomach churned, you watched the screen intently as his hand moved faster, and you noticed the way his hips buck up slightly.

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

You felt his intense gaze, and when you looked over at him, your eyes locked again. You press your lips together, trying so hard to stay quiet. His brows furrowed as he stared at you, fucking up into the flesh light desperately.

You sat there frozen, as if you were hypnotized by Mingi’s pretty noises and desperate eyes. His gasps grew more harsh, and he quickly pulled the toy off him. He panted while his hard dick twitched uncontrollably.

"Fuck, I almost came already,” he groaned breathlessly.

You take in a deep breath; the aching of your pussy became more unbearable the more you watched. You tried everything to ease the feeling—crossing your legs, shifting in your seat. You couldn’t help it when your hand reached down to press your fingers against your clit through your leggings.

Mingi watched your movements, moaning softly and taking his length back in the toy. His eyes glued to your hips as he fucked himself. The squelching from the toy shot straight to your core; you can feel your slick sticking to your underwear.

“Fuck baby…”

He groans, throwing his head back and moaning. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down and his chest heaving. The bed was squeaking from the way Mingi’s hips bounced up and down in the toy. He could feel your eyes on him, and it turned him on more than he thought it would.

“I’m gonna….”

He moaned breathlessly, looking back at you with the prettiest fucked-out face you’ve ever seen.

“I’m gonna come for you.”

Your heart clenched (and so did your pussy). At this moment, you knew he wasn’t speaking for the video; he was speaking to you. Your hand reached up to cover your mouth as you watched Ming unravel.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he ripped the toy off him, taking his cock in his other hands to jerk it off quickly. He whimpered, cursing out loud when his cum shot up, landing on his fist and stomach. You moaned quietly when you watched some of his release land on the beads of the matching bracelet you both wore.

He sat there for a moment, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. He chuckled softly, setting the flesh light down and waving at the camera.

“Thank you for buying.”

You ended the recording, slowing, moving your hands down to stare at Mingi’s tired body. He plopped down on the bed, panting while looking up at the ceiling. You clear your throat, standing up on your trembling legs, setting his phone down on the table.

“Well….that was…interesting.”

You stand there awkwardly, hands resting in front of you, trying not to look at Mingi, who was sprawled out naked on the bed. He props himself on his elbows after cleaning himself up, laughing while he looked at you.

"Yes, very interesting; that was good.”

You smiled softly, your throbbing pussy didn’t subside, and looking at a fucked-out smiling Mingi didn’t help. You noticed the way Mingi’s eyes ran up and down your body.

“Do you think it was good?” He asked.

You bit your lip, walking closer.

"Yeah, it was good; you looked really hot.”

Mingi smirked at you, biting his lip. He sits up, reaching forward to grab your hips. You gasped when you felt him pull you closer.

“I can tell you enjoyed it; I noticed the way you wanted to touch yourself. And the look on your face... you looked so cute.”

You blushed at his words; you already felt embarrassment creep up from the way you acted. You groaned, looking away and holding onto Mingi’s shoulders.

“Ugh, stop teasing me. It’s not my fault; you looked so….sexy.”

Mingi smirked up at you; the look in his eyes caused your body to shudder in desire. He gripped your hips harder, hands running down to grip your thighs.

“Oh yeah? I was sexy?”

"Mingi, don’t do that.”

Mingi cocked his head to the side, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t talk to me like you want to fuck me. I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Then don’t; let me make you feel good.”

You reach up, cupping his face while you look down at him. You knew deep down you shouldn’t do this with Mingi, but damn it, you both already crossed so many lines. Besides, you were desperately horny, and fuck Mingi looked so hot right now.

You pushed Mingi down on the bed, crawling on top of him while you smashed your lips together. You felt him smirk in the kiss, and his hands reached to grip your waist. The kiss was hungry and needy, tongues darting out to entangle in each other's mouth.

You couldn’t think about how you were acting in this moment because you didn’t care. You sat up, ripping your shirt off your body, Mingi’s hands instinctively running up to grasp your breasts through your bra. He smiled up at you, and you reached down to stroke his face.

“You looked so unbelievably sexy, Mingi. I can’t take it anymore. I need you to fuck me.”

Mingi chuckles, pulling you down to kiss you again; his hand makes its way in your leggings. His finger grazing your wet panties, he groans in the kiss, pulling away to look down at your hips. You feel his fingers push the fabric of your soiled panties to the side, dipping his finger in your folds. He gasps softly, looking up at you with furrowed brows, his jaw going slack.

“Fuck baby, you’re already so wet. Did I do this to you?”

You nod your head eagerly, rocking your hips to grind against Mingi’s fingers. He moans quietly at your reaction, feeling a sense of pride for having that kind of effect on you.

He circles your clit, pressing down while watching your every expression.

There’s that look again—the same look Mingi gave you while you recorded him. You subconsciously rock your hips faster, getting lost in Mingi’s brown eyes. You whine, wanting to feel more; the slow circling of Mingi’s fingers on your clit wasn’t enough.

“Baby, please take my pants off. I need to feel more of you.”

Mingi has never seen this side of you, desperate and pleading. He can already feel himself getting hard again, dick twitching when you begged for him.

“Oh god, don’t you worry, baby, I’ll make you feel good.”

He pulled off your leggings and panties; you kicked them off, pushing them to the side. Mingi took in your naked body, staring hungrily at you. His grip on your hips was tight, and the warmth of your pussy hovering over his hard length caused him to shudder in delight.

“Baby, before I fuck you, I need to taste you; fuck please,” he begged.

You whimper at his words, nodding eagerly and moving your body up till you straddled his face. Mingi held on tightly to your thighs, pulling you down. He did not hesitate to stick his tongue out, eagerly licking up your wetness.

You gasp at the feeling, not fully preparing yourself for the sensation. You entangle your fingers in his short blonde hair, throwing your head back and moaning his name. He groaned the second he had the taste of your pussy on his tongue. Licking slow strips up and down your cunt, he dug his nails in your skin, needing to feel you as close as possible.

You moaned when you felt his tongue dip in your hole, slurping up all your juices. His long nose bumped against your clit; you couldn’t help but ride his face grinding against him.

This is something you’ve always fantasized about, sitting on Mingi’s nose while he sucked at your wet pussy. You felt like you were in a state of euphoria, moaning and whining loudly; occasionally Mingi would grunt against your pussy as well. God, you loved the sound—the sounds of his moans and the lewd slurping filling up the room.

You looked down at him, whimpering when you saw he was already looking up at you. You felt him smile against your core; he shook his head side to side to cause more friction on your clit with the tip of his nose. He licked up, taking your bundle of nerves in his mouth and sucking, massaging the bud with his tongue.

Your legs trembled around his head, and you pulled his hair, causing him to moan louder. His hands roamed up your body. Holding your waist to grind your hips again this face. He wanted to feel you, wanted you to smear your pussy all over him, make a mess.

“Mingi…you are…so good,” you gasped.

Mingi’s desperation turned you on greatly. He was so eager to please you; it was evident that he was just as needy for you as you were for him. Years and years of tension all let out in this moment right here.

Embarrassing to admit, you were already feeling your orgasm creep up. You were so lost in the pleasure you didn’t even notice when Mingi’s hand snaked down your hips; the feeling of his finger prodding at your hole made your body tremble.

You fell forward, catching yourself with your hands resting on the mattress above Mingi’s head. His index finger pushed inside you slowly; you tried so hard not to let your arms give out beneath you. Mingi pulled off for a second to chuckle, sliding his finger in and out of you with ease. You whined pathetically and clenched hard around Mingi’s finger. Mingi, push your body up so you could sit up right.

“You wanna lay down, baby?”

His finger continued to move inside you at an agonizing pace, running his hand up and down your stomach soothingly. You couldn’t even form words; all you could do was pout and nod. He smiles at you, cooing at your expression before speaking.

"Aw, look at you; you’re so pretty. Come on, lay down on the bed for me.”

You whined when you felt his finger leave your cunt, making you feel empty. He helped you shift on the bed, laying you back against the soft mattress and crawling over to you. You looked down at Mingi, subconsciously spreading your legs wide as if you were inviting him in.

He chuckled at the sight, his head immediately dipping down back to pussy. He softly licked your clit, looking up at you and pushing his fingers back into your hole.

“That’s it, pretty girl; you take my fingers so well.”

You whimper, shyly looking away, feeling more vulnerable under Mingi.

"No, baby, don’t look away. Look at me.”

You felt a wave of need wash over you at his command, snapping your head back down to lock eyes with Mingi.

“Keep looking at me, okay? I want to see your face when I fingerfuck you.”

He entered another finger in you, pushing them in and out of you. The lewd sounds of your wet pussy squelching were music to Mingi’s ears. He moaned softly, dipping his head down to suck on your clit while he fingered your hole.

Although Mingi’s mouth and hands felt absolutely amazing, you couldn’t help but feel more needy. You needed more; you needed to feel Mingi inside you. You could scream if you didn’t get to feel Mingi’s dick in you right now.

“Mingi baby, please, I need more. I need... to feel you inside.”

He smirked, replying back in a teasing tone.

“Aw, but I’m already inside.”

“Nooo, you know what I mean.”

You squirm under his touch, whining desperately to stop his teasing.

“Come on, use your words.”

You felt a blush creep up on your face, closing your eyes for a moment and taking in a breath.

“Please….fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside.”

Mingi’s body ignited at the sight of you begging for him; you looked so desperate; how could he say no to a face like that?

“Good girl.”

He pulled his fingers out, crawling up your body and smashing his lips on yours. You instinctively reached up, entangling your fingers in his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly closer.

“You’re so fucking cute when you beg for me,” he grunted.

You could only reply with a whimper, cupping his face to keep his lips on yours. You’ve never felt this desperate before, but there was something about Mingi; you just needed him so badly. You felt his length prod at your entrance. Mingi kissed your cheek softly, then pushed in.

The moan you let out was embarrassingly loud, but you didn’t have enough care in the world to dwell on that. Mingi’s jaw went slack; the feeling of your warm pussy enveloping him was almost enough to make him cum.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to hide your face in the crook of his neck. You felt Mingi press soft kisses on your skin, letting you adjust to the feeling of his big dick. Once he felt your body relax, he thrust his hips, his dick rubbing against your slick walls.

Your moans muffled in his neck, and your legs trembled against Mingi’s waist. Mingi let out quiet moans in your ear, sucking and biting marks on your neck.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted to feel my dick pound in you.”

"Yes, baby,” you whine.

You moan at his words; the feeling of his hard cock thrusting in and out of you made your head reel. You both held each other closely, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin; it all felt so intimate.

“You’re pussy is so good; you’re so warm.”

“Mingi, I love your dick; please don’t stop fucking me.”

You felt his dick twitch inside you at your praise. He pulled away, adjusting himself so he could kneel in front of you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, and he plowed in you even harder and faster.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your jaw going slack as silent moans escaped your lips. He moaned at your expression, biting his lip and grunting loud.

“Look at you, baby; you look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he chuckled breathlessly.

You reached forward, gripping Mingi’s flexing thigh; you needed to grasp onto something to ground yourself. Your moans grew high-pitched as you clenched around his length. You felt your release approaching quickly; words struggled to form from the way Mingi was fucking you so good.

Mingi threw his head back, moaning; the clenching of your pussy made his stomach churn.

“So tight,” he whimpered.

“I’m going…to cum,” you managed to let out.

Mingi let a wad of spit drip down onto your clit, taking his thumb and gently rubbing the nub in circles while he fucked you. You watched in awe, feeling a pang of desire at the sight. You arched your back, and the way your tits bounced in your bra was too enticing.

Mingi reached up to push the padding of your bra to the side, letting your breast spill out. Your nipple was now exposed to him, and he leaned down to take it in his mouth. You gasp, holding his head in place as you grind down on his dick.

“Cum for me, baby, please; cum on my dick, I’m so close.”

That was all you needed to reach your peak. Your moans got stuck in your throat, head throwing back against the pillow as your orgasm coursed through you. Mingi panted heavily, letting out beautiful sounds as he tried so hard not to cum in you.

Mingi’s hips stuttered, pulling out quickly to stroke his dick. It didn’t take long for him to cum for the second time that night. It landed all over your stomach. You lay there, breath heaving, feeling Mingi’s warm seed land on your skin. He caressed your thigh soothingly, moaning softly as he came down from his high.

He plopped down on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he panted against your neck. You both laid there for a moment, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. The silence was broken when Mingi let out a small laugh, pulling his head up to look at your face.

“Didn’t expect our hangout to lead to this... I’m not complaining though.”

He smiled, cupping your face to stroke your cheek. You covered your face in your arms, reality hitting you like a bus. You laughed, your face erupting in a red tint.

“Holy fuck Mingi, that was…”

Mingi slowly pulled your arms down, wanting to see your expression. He smiled wide when he saw the blush on your cheeks; he couldn’t help but plant a kiss on your burning flesh.

“Amazing?” He asked, almost hopefully.

You turned your body to face him, cupping his face; your voice came out softer than intended when you spoke.

“Yes, it was amazing.”

Mingi pulled you in to kiss you softly on the lips. You didn’t know what this meant for your friendship, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment with that thought. All you wanted right now was to enjoy his affection, basting in each other’s warmth.

“You’re sending me that video, by the way.”

He laughs at your request, nodding in agreement and pulling you in so you could lay on his body.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be getting a first preview of all the videos I post from now on.”

a/n: Wow this fic took longer than it needed to. I hope you guys enjoy my first official story. I got many great requests for future stories, so keep an eye out for that ;). If you guys possibly want a small part 2 for this one let me know!

update: part 2 posted here ;)

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soultiesmingi · 12 days ago

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𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊è𝒓𝒆.

t/w: forced breeding if you read between the lines, power play dynamics, lowkey emotional blackmail if you think about it, he’s a manipulative bastard ig, maybe free use, dubcon, bro idk im drunk just yell at me in my inbox if i miss shit.

a/n: MDNI. minor/ageless/bot blogs will be blocked. im drunk and triggered for no fucking reason watching a comfort movie. unbetad like usual.

synopsis: up to interpretation.

♫: fatherly lies.

feel free to block me.

“Look at me when I take you apart.”

Shakily, you let out a breath as your body contorts to his whims. He’s adamant, not to mention, quite capable as he manipulates you to his liking. Physically, mentally, emotionally, it’s like those deft fingers of his knows exactly what buttons to push to have you coming apart right in his hold. Eating out of the palm of his hand.

“That’s it,” he croons, feeling one of those hands grab a handful of your chest, massaging idly to admire the overflowing swell. “Just like that. See you’re finally getting it.”

You’re in no position to deny him, not now. Not ever, really.

“Ride me until I’ve had my fill,” his baritone voice reverberating under your hands that desperately splay themselves over the broad and sturdy expanse of his chest.

Both your combined utterances dancing along with soft splashes of water. What had started as an evening to calm yourself, quickly turned into another headache. This was to be expected when your betrothed slipped his way into your quarters— well, you have long since been married off to the greedy likes of whom you are now bound to in.. what did they call it? Ah, yes… holy matrimony.

“Have you always been this sensitive?” He muses aloud, a hand moving to tweak at a swelling, sensitive nipple. Eliciting a sharp gasp and a stuttered breath that matches the sloppy work of your hips as you lazily attempt to pleasure him.

Seungcheol knew full well of your current state, the exhaustion, the aches and swells that accompanied your current predicament. After all, he could be attributed to the state that you found yourself in.

In recent weeks, you’ve found yourself at a loss. Everything was swollen, everything was too much, irritability spiking as you lashed out, not to mention the— thankfully— low grade nausea that greeted you every morning… or every time you caught a whiff of a particular scent that threw you overboard.

“Looks good,” he comments with a low groan and a roll of his hips, lackadaisical at best to meet your own arduous bridges and arches.

“All swollen for me,” continues he, his other hand smoothing over the noticeably growing bump of your stomach. “Full of me.”

“Our future,” he rumbles as fingers thrum just under your belly button.

“This is was little princesses like you are for,” another abrupt thrust of his cock nuzzling further inside of you. “Bearing heirs…”

“Bearing empires.”

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soultiesmingi · 25 days ago

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how about mingyu & breeding kink w sum nasty ahh dirty talk 👁️👁️

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠

“c’mon baby one more.”

it’s been what, two rounds? you can’t even think right now as hes behind you, on your side on the bed as he was pounding into you. your cunt was soaked up by his and your juices colliding, your moans breaking out as you were gripping onto a pillow for a-chancy to hold onto something— someone.

he always had a good stamina you couldn’t even lie, you loved it. all you had to do was lay there and take it.

“fuck- baby.. you’re fucking soaked like a slut in heat, you like that? wanna be gyu’s slut? hm?” he had a grip on your neck, tilting your head to his face as he stared deep into your eyes, unable to even keep them open at his speed pounding into you, his dick hitting your gspot repeatedly.

“ohmygod- gonna fucking put a baby in you.. want that? want me to fucking breed your pussy until its unable to take anymore of my cum? want that?”

“fu-fuck! yes! i want that! pleas- fuck a baby into me!”

“atta girl.” he smirked, choking your sides of your neck harder, his speed going animalistic now as he felt he was gonna cum again, you smiled at him with moans echoing around the room. your thighs were fucking sticky from his cum dripping out from cumming twice.

“gonna cum in you- fuck, gonna watch my cum drip out of your pussy..” he moaned, feeling his dick go faster in you as he finally came, his dick splurting his cum in you as you gasped, you felt it fill you up as you hold onto the pillow, teary ruined mascara running down your cheeks.

he stayed in you, trying to regain control as he looked at your ruined face.

“so, want a baby huh?”

(this one is shorter than i should’ve thought !! :( im sorry its short but more is coming soon!!! requests are open till tmr <3)

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soultiesmingi · 25 days ago

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2 years of trying | coming soon

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: husband!sehngcheol x !f.reader

you always thought conceiving a baby would be easy. It turns out both you and your husband were wrong.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, romance, established relationship

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: crying and lots of emotions, trying to conceive a child, unprotected sex, breeding kink, seungcheol is obsessed with getting his wife pregnant, creampie, mirror sex, size kink, seungcheol has a huge dick, pussy stretching, praise kink, mc is jealous their friends can have kids easily.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

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soultiesmingi · 1 month ago

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thoughts on (en- hyung line) a giving sloppy head or throat fucking you?

heeseung

when he’s giving head, he’s so lazy and messy with it. your pussy and your inner thighs are absolutely covered in his saliva because he just loves spitting on your cunt and licking it all up, licking you everywhere. even though it’s so wet and messy, you love it :(. your fingers are tangled in his hair, your legs shaking from how spread he has them and how sensitive you are. his eyes are closed as his tongue glides up and down your slit, occasionally moving up to your clit and sucking on it for a minute. there’s a huge wet spot on the bed after you guys are finally done. </3

when he’s getting his dick sucked, again it’s just lazy and sloppy movements on his behalf. just thrusting his hips into your throat in inconsistent, loose patterns. he watches you with hooded, dark eyes, his chest heaving. definetely praising you, telling you that you’re his good, sweet girl, and how you were made to suck his cock and his only. messy boy likes to cum all over your face, but your lips especially. rubs his tip against your lips, smearing all his cum.

jay

loves giving head because he loves seeing you feel good. he’s memorized all the parts that make you squirm whenever his tongue brushes across it. he knows you loooooove when he sucks your clit, so he’s always wrapping his pretty lips around the bud and practically making out with it. he has a firm grip on your thighs and eats your pussy with expertise, his tongue flicking and gliding and slurping until you have no choice but to cum. but he never leaves you with just one. he’ll have you sit on his face and make you cum again that way, maybe with his fingers inside you that time!

he loves a throat fuck i fear. just lives to feel your throat contracting around his cock, gagging around it because you just can’t take it. you can’t take how big he is, how you can feel his tip nudging the back of your throat. you’d look up at him with big, watery eyes and he just loses it and fucks your throat ever harder, making a complete and utter mess out of you. moaning and groaning because he loves nothing more than you, sniffling because he’s fucking your throat so hard that it’s brought you to tears </3.

jake

you guys already know my munch jake agenda. just addicted to eating your pussy, and he gets so into it that he can’t help but make a mess :(. his breath is so warm against your pussy and he’s breathing so heavy because he’s so into it. literally FORGETS to breathe because all he knows is to eat you out and none of his other functions matter. he just wants to make you squirm and to taste all your addictive sweetness on his tongue. he’ll go for hours and hours until you’re completely spent and pushing his face away from between your legs.

when he’s getting a blowjob, he’s not someone who needs his entire cock down your throat. his tip is where he’s most sensitive so all he wants is for you to suck him there <3. LOVES it if you kitten lick his tip :( teasing him a little before actually sucking on it. let’s you jerk off the rest of his length in your hand. also likes when you kiss down his shaft and move to suck his balls. OH HE’LL GO CRAZY IM SURE. he’s such a dirty boy and when he’s gonna finish, he wants to mark his territory on you, so he cums on your face <3.

sunghoon

UNNNGNGNGH. ok sorry he’s just—he thrusts his tongue in and out of your wet hole and massages it against your walls, and his nose keeps hitting your clit. loves when you grind your pussy against his face like you’re trying to rub it against his nose while he tongue fucks you. he doesn’t care. he wants to be used and he wants you to feel good, so if you want to hump your sopping wet pussy against his face then he’s there for it. literally holds your pussy to his face when you’re cumming so he can really feel it and drink up everything you have to offer.

i just know his cock is long and he expects you to be able to fit all of it in your little mouth :(. he loves for you to be on your knees, naked, looking up at him while you suck his dick. you can’t take all of it, it’s impossible! he trains you into it <3, slowly pushing his cock in inch by inch until you’re gagging too hard and you have to pull off. it takes hours and hours and he loves it. your jaw is so sore and he’s so pent up from waiting hours to cum that when he does, it’s a giant load. it’s all warm and wet and sticky and he does it all over your pretty tits and your tear stained face.

a/n why did i write this in like 15 mins

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soultiesmingi · 1 month ago

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PERSONALLY.... i just wanna ride wonka mingi real bad yall like he keeps THIS outfit on with the stupid hat and glasses. need that.

#ateez hard hours #mingi #mingi hard hours #mingi hard thoughts

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soultiesmingi · 1 month ago

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omgg cheol 🫠

older bf! cheol (+18 mdni)

warnings: just me projecting my daddy issues. SMUT. unprotected sex 😭, fingering and oral (f rec), praising (f rec), daddy cheol. 🫦, creampie, sub!reader, dom!cheol

older bf!cheol who’s the most dependable man in your life. he wants you to count on him completely and he’s proven to be reliable time after time.

older bf!cheol loves taking care of you — loves babying you til the end of time. often cooks for you, buys you food all the time, his number one priority is always to make sure his baby is well fed.

older bf!cheol who’s THE epitome of: yes, i know you can, but let me (!!!!!!) knows you like to prove yourself as a strong and independent woman (which u r) but he wants to do everything for you nonetheless.

older bf!cheol who loves being your number one supporter; he’s always there for whatever important event you have going on — ALWAYS. he’s standing there tall and proud, with a fresh bouquet of your favourite flowers.

older bf!cheol who always leaves his card with you. wants to spoil you. takes pride in being able to spoil his princess rotten — you deserve the whole world and he will, in fact, do everything in his power to give you the world.

older bf!cheol who loves telling you how proud he is of you all the time. no matter what you’ve accomplished, he will be sure that you KNOW that.

he’ll have you seated prettily on his lap, while he hugs you, kisses your hands, down to your knuckles, and your fingertips — “you did so well baby, i’m so proud of you.” he would mutter while gazing at you with overflowing love, lips still puckering on your knuckles.

to say that had an effect on you would be an understatement. you melted like putty under his gaze, his gentle and subtle touches that felt like fire on your skin.

“you are?” the girl who was so desperately seeking for approval surfaced at that moment, and seungcheol is more than happy to go on about how happy he is for you — and how he is so proud of you, in awe of you.

“can i show you baby? how proud daddy is of you,”

you nod eagerly, already slipping into that light headspace, wanting nothing but to be praised by cheol, and to have him take care of you.

“words baby, have you forgotten? no words no reward,” cheol runs his index finger down your lips, pausing at your bottom lip to swipe his thumb over gently. his eyes hooded and dripping with raw lust as he observes the way you squirm on his lap.

“yes….daddy, show me…please,” your quiet whimpers and words altered his brain chemistry at that very moment. he loves you so much and wants nothing but to let you feel exactly how much he adores you.

older bf!cheol loves fucking you on every surface of the house, but right now, he wants to have you laid out on the bed bare for him. princess carries you to your shared bedroom. removes every article of clothing for you — leaving kisses at every area he exposes.

he swears his soul levitates every time he sees how gorgeous you look — especially when you’re looking up at him with those innocent eyes of yours. but he knows better than to think of you as innocent. knows you’re his dirty little angel.

knows you’re itching to have his cock in your mouth, like the obedient slut you always are to him. but tonight it’s all about you — and he’s going to make sure his pretty baby gets what she deserves.

“tell daddy what you need from him angel.” he urges you, hands rubbing across your thighs gently. “hmm?” he hums, head tilted and you’re about to cum for him right then and there.

“want to feel you daddy, your touch your mouth. want it all,” you breath out. he taps on your inner thigh and you immediately spread your legs wide open, propping them up on the bed for him.

“my smart little girl. you listen to daddy so well, don’t need me to remind you anymore hm?” cheol teases your cunt with his finger tip, running them across your wet hole — gushing out more slick every second — and he gathers the slick, rubs them all over your cunt.

“i’m daddy’s smart little girl—nngghh,” you push your hips up a little at his touch, enjoying his undivided attention on you.

“that you are, baby,” he dives down to give kitten licks and kisses around your clit, before going for the main course, flicking his tongue — playing with the growing bundle of nerves. he uses his tongue to spread your juices even more, before pushing his muscle deep inside your cunt and he moans at how warm your cunt feels.

“ohh..daddy, feels so good,” you moan out, hands reaching out to comb through his scalp before grabbing onto his locks.

cheol gets off praises as much as you do. so when he hears how much you’re enjoying him savouring your cunt, he goes harder, determined to outperform himself every time. he keeps his lips suctioned on your clit as his tongue moves ferociously around it. long fingers of his automatically making their way inside your warm cunt.

he pushes in slowly, enjoying the feeling of your textured walls swallowing him in bit by bit. groans around your clit as he realises how easily your pretty little cunt has managed to take two of his fingers.

he starts to massage those walls, eliciting a cry out of you. you tug on his hair harder as you feel him hitting your g-spot the more he pushes those thick fingers in.

“fuck daddy, take it daddy take it, pussy’s all yours,” you cry out, pleasure administered on both points making you lose control as you feel your thighs start to tremble.

“yeah baby, s’all mine. my smart little baby.”

“think you can cum for me baby? cum for your daddy hmm?” he pants as he starts to suck on your clit with urgency, wanting to feel you cum around his fingers.

“i’m right thereee daddy — gonna cum for you, gonna cum,” you cut yourself off as you feel your core start to twitch. letting out the final cry as you cum around cheol’s fingers.

“that’s it baby, so so good for me,”

cheol decides he’s too impatient and wants to pound you into the mattress right after making you cum. wants to see your pretty face as he makes you cum around his cock this time.

“gonna fuck you like you deserve now baby,” he slaps his thick cock on your sensitive cunt a few times. you jerk at the touch, too sensitive yet feeling insatiable.

he slides the tip in, and immediately groans as he gets reminded by how warm and tight your little cunt is. just like you, obedient and perfect. it sucks his cock in and refuses to let it go as he bottoms out.

“so—so big daddy. i love your cock so much,” you cry out, hands grabbing his wrists that are positioned on the sides of your head. his head hangs right above yours, lips bruised from all the lip biting he’s been doing. loves looking right into your eyes as he fucks you.

“fuck baby. you feel incredibly fucking good, can’t even describe it — ah fuck,” he feels your cunt clenching. doesn’t understand how a soaking wet cunt manages to grip onto his cock so tight.

“my little baby, so pretty under daddy. being filled with daddy’s huge cock.” he starts to move, pulls his cock till the tip is left in you, before slamming it deep inside your cunt in an instant. the sounds you let out are pornographic to say the least, but cheol loves it. loves that he’s the only one that’ll ever make you feel this way.

“my smart smart baby, daddy’s so proud of you. you know that?” he tells you so softly as he holds onto your cheek so tenderly, yet his thrusts continue to get faster and rougher as his hips work like a machine.

you nod, only being able to let out hiccups of tears every time you open your mouth. loves when cheol is being a moving contradiction like this. so soft to you on the mouth yet fucking you like he fucking means it.

“mm ‘course you knew that, my angel. you always make me proud. always are so so good. s’why you always deserve the best don’t you,” he pants out, moans at the way your cunt is gripping onto him for dear life each time he sends praises towards you.

“thank you daddy. thank you thank you,” you don’t know who or what is wiring your conscious mind right now as you get railed by your boyfriend. you’re stuck in that state of pleasure and cheol fogs up your entire mind, your entire being in the moment.

“the best girl. best angel. always the best for daddy, fuck. i love you baby,” cheol feels himself coming to a close. the thought of you is enough to drive him to the end point. and with your cunt pulsing around him like it’s about to explode anytime soon too, he knows he’s done for.

“daddyy, gonna make me cum again. can i — ngggh — cum again daddy,” you’re always so polite no matter when, it drives him crazy how you’re always his good girl.

“such a good girllll baby, yes you can cum fuck — cum for daddy yeah? gonna make daddy cum too,” he reaches out and in his usual fashion, draws tight figures around your clit to push you over the edge.

it works every time — and now your spasming around him as you feel your orgasm crashing and taking over your entire being. it feels catastrophic, yet heavenly as you cum around cheol’s cock.

“that’s it baby — cumming all over my cock like daddy’s good girl. good fucking girl,” he grunts out a guttural moan, and feels himself fall over as well.

lips on your neck as he spills his hot and thick load of creamy cum inside you. it spills and it spills till it starts to spill out of your cunt. you sigh happily as you feel your cunt so full with his warm load.

“best reward ever daddy,”

older bf!cheol starts to kiss you all over, telling you how good you did for him. he cleans you up, prepares your favourite ramen in minutes after helping you wash up.

older bf!cheol who always looks forward to this part of the day — where he gets to unwind with you, and talk about each other’s days.

need cheol so bad. need him to fix me. hah! anyways! i hope this was okay <3 feel free to comment or rb w/ any feedback if you liked it!! 🍒 muah love u guys ❤️‍🩹

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