#ateez hard hours

[crimsonbubble]

mafia don!hongjoong who bends you over and fucks you against the hood of his car while making you wear his glasses. he tells you not to drop them but then proceeds to fuck you harder, which makes them slide down your nose. "cmon princess, don't drop them now." they inevitably fall off your face with how hard he's pistoning his cock into your warm cunt, but when they do... oh boy. he has a cruel smirk on his face as he pins your hands behind your back, using them as leverage to split your pussy open on his thick cock. he reaches a hand under you to press his fingers into your clit, giving it a few quick slaps as he made your brain melt out of your ears.

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Church - BONDAGE ♡

SUMMARY / You've always wanted to try bondage, but didn't know how to go about it. So, you went online and found a professional to help you.

warnings ✩ SMUT, DOM/SUB dynamics, soft dom!seonghwa, service top!hwa, sub!reader, seonghwa is literally just some stranger you hired so basically an escort or whatever, just more professional!, unprotected sex, bondage, oral (f), fingering (f)

word count ✩ 4,26k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia @aurorasjoongie

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

"Nope," you mutter to yourself as you scroll through the forum, "definitely not that one." You've been on this site for hours, trying to find someone who could help you with your curiosity without making you feel like a complete novice. The images and descriptions you've seen so far have been overwhelming, and you can't shake the feeling that you're about to stumble into a pit of weirdos and creeps.

"Absolutely not." You click away from the page, feeling a mix of frustration and relief. It's hard to believe that such a simple search for a bondage instructor has led you down a rabbit hole of questionable ads and eerie profiles. But you're not giving up just yet. There has to be someone out there who can introduce you to this world without making it feel like you're signing your soul away to a dark cult.

You hesitantly click on a link titled "Experienced Bondage Educator." The profile seems professional, with no explicit content in sight. You read through the details, which outline safety measures and a no-nonsense approach to BDSM education.

"Hm." You lean closer to the screen, studying the profile. "He seems okay." The profile is simple, yet alluring—no naked photos or lewd comments, just a promise of guidance from someone who knows their knots. You click the button to send a private message, your heart racing.

But instead, you got a pop-up. It was just a list of prices. Weekly, Monthly…you only wanted lessons whenever you could get them, honestly. But this was just a practice round.

"SINGLE LESSONS: $50 (+$40 for Sexual Favors.)"

Very pricey, you think, your cursor hovering over the "Send Message" button. But what's a little extra cash for peace of mind, right? You click, and a new chat window pops up. "Hello," you type, trying to sound casual. "I'm interested in learning about bondage. Would you be willing to give me some private lessons?"

You sat in front of your screen nervously waiting for a response, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum at a military parade. The cursor blinked at you, seemingly mocking your indecision. Finally, the chat box lit up with a new message. "Hello," he wrote, his screen name a simple "MasterK." His tone was surprisingly friendly, a stark contrast to the seriousness of the topic at hand.

MasterK asked for your name and a brief explanation of your experience. You told him you were a complete novice, eager to learn but cautious about the scene's reputation. He assured you that safety was his number one priority and that he enjoyed teaching those who were curious but had no desire to dive into the deep end. His words put you slightly at ease, though the price tag still nagged at the back of your mind.

Did you even want any sexual favors? You were clean yourself, but what about him? You tap your nails on your laptop's keyboard, contemplating your next move. Maybe you could just ignore that part of the price list? After all, you weren't looking for that. Just education.

But, from the pictures he posted with his body, face just barely visible, he looked attractive. It was mostly his hands that you were attracted to. Strong, yet gentle, the way they held the ropes in the pictures. The way they looped and curved around the model's wrists, not tightly, but with a firmness that suggested experience and confidence.

"Are you clean? Like, sex wise?" you finally ask, biting your bottom lip as you await his response. The chat bubble flickers with activity for a few moments before MasterK's response appears.

"Yes, I practice safe and hygienic protocols. I understand your concerns, and I assure you that my services are strictly professional. However, if you are not comfortable with the additional fee for the full experience, I can tailor the lessons to focus solely on bondage technique without any sexual elements. It's all about what you're looking for and what makes you feel safe," he writes back, his words measured and reassuring.

You let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this isn't so bad after all. "I'm clean myself. I'll take the sex or whatever. I mean, I have the opportunity. Might as well," you reply, trying to sound casual. The chat bubble pulses with his response.

"Great," MasterK types. "Let's get you booked in. I usually hold my sessions in a private studio downtown. It's equipped with everything we'll need, and your safety is guaranteed."

"Cool. I mean, from the location on your site, you're right by me. How far is your studio? I might need to grab a cab," you reply, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. The anticipation was building, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement.

MasterK's response is swift and friendly. "It's about a 10-minute drive from your area. You can take a cab or use a ride-sharing service. The exact address will be shared with you once the appointment is confirmed. Also, remember to bring comfortable clothing, but I'll have some items available if you don't have anything suitable," he writes.

You nod to yourself, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. The thought of being tied up by a stranger is both exhilarating and terrifying. But you've read enough articles about consent and safety in BDSM to know that this is a chance to explore your kink with a professional. You decide to take the leap and agree to the terms, confirming your appointment for the following weekend.

And finally, it was Saturday. You didn't know what he meant by comfortable clothing and you wanted to wear something that showed your curves, and you went with a black, two-piece outfit: a simple tee and biker shorts along with your oversized jacket on top.

You took a cab to the address MasterK provided, feeling the butterflies in your stomach multiply with every passing block. The studio was tucked away in a nondescript alley, the only hint of its existence a small, discreet sign that read "The Knotty Den." You pay the driver and step out, the cool evening air doing little to calm your racing thoughts.

Walking through the door, you're immediately struck by the clean, minimalist decor. The scent of freshly sanded wood and leather fills your nostrils, and you can't help but feel a little intimidated by the array of bondage equipment lining the walls. You're greeted by a softly-lit room with a large, padded table in the center, surrounded by an assortment of chairs, benches, and what you assume are various types of restraints.

MasterK emerges from a back room, dressed in black from head to toe. His eyes are piercing, yet gentle, as he approaches you with a firm handshake. "Welcome to my studio," he says, his voice a soothing tone. "I'm your instructor for the evening, MasterK. Or Seonghwa if that makes you more comfortable." He gestures to a chair, indicating you should sit.

You take a deep breath and settle into the chair, trying to calm your racing heart. He's not what you expected—his demeanor is more calming than intimidating, which helps ease some of your anxiety. You notice his hands again, now unadorned by the ropes from his profile pictures, but they still exude the same confidence.

"H-Hi," you stutter, taking in the sight of Seonghwa—MasterK—up close. He's taller than you anticipated, with a presence that fills the room despite the spaciousness of the studio. His smile is welcoming, his eyes a comforting shade of brown that seems to read your soul. You feel a strange sense of safety in his gaze.

"Let's get started," he says, his voice a smooth blend of authority and kindness. He guides you to the center of the room where the padded table awaits. The leather is cold against your skin as you sit on the edge, your knees tightly pressed together.

Seonghwa opens a chest at the side of the room, revealing an organized selection of ropes, cuffs, and other gear. He selects a set of soft, red ropes and begins explaining the basics of bondage, his hands moving with a mesmerizing fluidity. You listen intently, nodding along, trying to absorb every word like a sponge in a pool of water.

"You have a favorite color you want me to use?" Seonghwa asks, holding up the red ropes.

You blush slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. "No, I don't have a preference. Red is fine," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Okay. You should take your jacket off, too. It's better to learn without any unnecessary layers," Seonghwa says, his eyes never leaving yours as he holds out a hand to help you remove your oversized jacket. You hesitate for a moment, feeling a little more exposed than you're used to, but his gentle touch and the warmth of the room soon have you discarding it.

You were right for paying the extra fee for sexual favors because good lord, the thought of him without clothes on immediately plagued your mind.

He starts by showing you the ropes, explaining their different types and purposes. You can't help but feel a tingle of excitement as he runs the soft, red ropes through his fingers, demonstrating how to hold and manipulate them. His hands are strong yet gentle, and you find yourself imagining what it would be like to have them on your body.

"What position do you want to be in?" Seonghwa asks, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation or discomfort. You swallow hard, trying to gather your thoughts.

"I-I'm not sure. What do you recommend for beginners?"

"Mmm." he narrows his eyes. "Either doggystyle or missionary. Whichever you prefer."

You gulp, feeling a sudden rush of nerves. "Missionary," you murmur, your voice barely a whisper. Seonghwa nods understandingly, laying out the ropes on the table. He explains that this position allows for the most control and safety for your first time, which you appreciate.

"And what sexual favors did you want? You asked if I'm clean, so clearly you want penetration. But, was there anything else?" His voice is calm and measured, but you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

You shake your head, trying to focus on the task at hand. "I-I don't know. Just… whatever's normal, I guess." You feel a mix of excitement and fear, but you're also curious.

"Alright. Do you mind…removing your clothes? It'll make the process easier and quicker." Seonghwa's voice is steady, as if asking you to take your shoes off at the door, not disrobe in front of him.

Now you were kind of embarrassed. You were already soaked down there. But you nodded, taking off your tee and shorts, leaving your bra and panties on. He nodded in approval, and you laid down on the table. The coolness of the leather made your skin break out in goosebumps, but the warmth of your own excitement quickly overtook the sensation.

"If you want to move to a different surface at any time, let me know. I have more comfortable areas." Seonghwa says, as you lay there feeling the coldness of the table. You nod, trying to hide your nervousness as he approaches you. He's professional, but you can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at what's to come.

He starts by placing a soft, padded cushion under your hips, ensuring that your comfort is a priority. Then he takes one of the red ropes and shows you how to hold it in a way that won't cause you any pain, but will still be effective in securing you in place. He explains that communication is key in bondage, and that you should always have a safe word ready. You nod, choosing the word "pumpkin"—random, but it feels right.

He took his time with you, showing you how to tie a basic wrist restraint. His hands were firm yet tender as he demonstrated the right amount of tension. You watched in amazement as the rope began to take shape around your wrist, creating a delicate but unmistakable bond. The feeling of being restrained, even in such a simple way, was already starting to stir something within you—a mix of vulnerability and excitement.

Within the blink of an eye, you were tied up, your wrists bound to your ankles and your legs spread wide flawlessly. The anticipation was unbearable. Seonghwa's eyes never left yours, searching for any sign of fear or discomfort. You nodded slightly, giving him the green light to proceed.

"So I'm…only bound in like, one area? It seems so…simple," you say, your voice betraying a hint of disappointment.

"Well, this is for beginners, love." Oh god, the pet name. There was definitely a visible pool of wetness in your underwear. "But if you want to be more…involved, I can add more complexity to your restraints," Seonghwa says with a smirk. He runs his hand lightly down your bare leg, sending shivers up your spine.

"T-This is fine," you stutter, feeling the ropes bite into your skin just enough to remind you of your vulnerability. Seonghwa nods, seemingly satisfied with your response. He walks beside the table now and leans down in front of a small side table, pulling the drawer open and grabbing a condom and bottle of lube.

Words couldn't even describe how badly you wanted him.

He sat them down and ran his hand up and down your leg again. "Are you ready?"

You nodded, your breath coming in shallow pants. You were more than ready.

"I'll perform regular oral on you, fingering, and then penetration. You can use your safeword whenever you feel it's too much and need a break." Seonghwa's voice is low and steady, his gaze intense as he looks down at you, sprawled out on the table. You nod, feeling the warmth spread through your body at the thought of his mouth on you.

He pulls you closer to the edge of the table and knelt down in front of you, pushing your underwear to the side to reveal your wetness. Your legs trembled as he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin. His tongue was soft and explorative, tracing your slit with gentle strokes that made your hips buck involuntarily. You moaned softly, the feeling of his mouth on you sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

"Just relax," he murmured against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let me take care of everything."

And so you did. As Seonghwa's mouth worked its magic, you felt your body melt into the table. He knew exactly how to coax the most pleasure from you, his tongue swirling around your clit in a rhythm that had you panting for more. You've had oral before, but this was different—it was like he was reading your mind, knowing exactly what you needed before you even knew it yourself.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned louder as Seonghwa's tongue grew more insistent. He paused for a moment, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye before plunging two fingers inside you without warning. You gasped, the sudden fullness surprising and overwhelming in the best way possible. He curled them in a come-hither motion, hitting that spot deep within that had you seeing stars.

"Oh my god-!" you leaned your head back, eyes rolling up as Seonghwa's skilled fingers worked in tandem with his mouth. The feeling was indescribable, and your body responded with eager jerks and twitches. Each stroke was deliberate, each suckle precise—it was as if he had a map of your pleasure points and was navigating them with expert ease.

You were glad that you could still close your legs, so you did. You squeezed your thighs around his head, trapping him in your wetness as he devoured you. His fingers continued to move in and out of you, hitting that spot that made your toes curl with every stroke. You could feel your orgasm building, a tight coil in your belly that grew tighter and tighter with every touch of his tongue.

"S-Seonghwa!" you whimper, your voice strained and breathy. You didn't know if you could take much more of this exquisite torture.

He pulls back slightly, smiling up at you. "Good girl," he murmurs before returning his attention to your sensitive clit. He increases his pace, and the pressure of his tongue and fingers builds until you're teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Not being able to move your arms felt like torture, but god, it so exciting at the same time. You've never been so vulnerable. His tongue danced around your clit, flicking and circling until you couldn't take it anymore. The orgasm that had been building explodes through you, your body arching off the table as your legs tighten around his head.

"I-I'm gonna cum," you manage to gasp out, your voice thick with desire.

Seonghwa's only response is a low, approving grumble, his fingers working faster and his mouth sucking harder. The pressure is unbearable, yet you crave more. Your eyes roll back in your head as the orgasm crashes over you, making your body convulse and your muscles tighten around his invading digits. The feeling is so intense, so all-consuming, that you scream out his name, the sound echoing through the quiet studio.

"F-Fuck! Fuck, Seonghwa!" you scream, your body trembling uncontrollably as you ride out the intense wave of pleasure. His fingers don't stop their relentless pace, even as your orgasm subsides, pushing you towards another peak with every stroke.

Seonghwa pulls away from your pussy with a wet pop, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watches you pant and squirm against the ropes. "You taste delicious," he murmurs, his thumb idly circling your clit.

"Ah," you were so sensitive, so overwhelmed with the aftershocks of your orgasm that you could barely speak. But you felt a strange sense of empowerment, like you'd just unlocked a secret chamber in your mind that had been waiting for you all along. "W-what's next?"

He didn't answer as he stood, undoing his belt with a smooth, almost ceremonial air. He was still fully dressed except for his unbuckled belt, and you found yourself eager to see the rest of him. He pulled out his cock, thick and hard, and you felt a thrill run through you. This was really happening.

He reached for the condom and ripped it open, rolling it down his length with a confidence that made your heart race. You couldn't help but stare as he lubed himself up, the sight of him preparing to enter you making your stomach flip. You've never been so exposed, so ready for someone.

He climbed onto the table and positioned himself between your legs, his cock pressing against your entrance. "Ready?" he asked, his voice gruff with desire. You nodded, your breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. He pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of being filled so completely.

The stretch was incredible, the way he filled you up, so much so that you felt like you couldn't take it anymore. But as he inched further in, you felt yourself relax, your body welcoming him in. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he began to move.

"Definitely…the tightest…client I've had," he says with a smirk, pushing in a bit more. You feel a slight pain, but it's overshadowed by the exhilaration of the moment. "Just breathe," Seonghwa instructs, his voice a gentle command. You do as told, feeling his cock stretching you open, filling you up until you're sure you're going to burst.

As he starts to move, the pain fades away, replaced by a deep, intense pleasure that makes you moan with every thrust. The ropes dig into your skin, reminding you of your restraint, adding a new layer to the sensations coursing through your body. You can't help but tug at them, testing the limits of your bondage.

"S-Seo-Seonghwa!" You gasped as he pushed in deeper, the sound of your voice muffled by the leather of the table. He leaned over you, placing a hand on your hip to keep you in place as he began to move with a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you squirm against the ropes. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every movement, your body desperate for more.

"D-Does this feel good?" he managed to ask, his voice thick with lust. Seonghwa's eyes never leave yours, his expression a mix of concentration and pleasure as he watches your face contort with every thrust.

"Y-Yes," you moan, your voice a breathless whisper. The feeling of his cock inside you is like nothing you've ever experienced—intimate, yet overwhelmingly powerful. You can feel your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him there. He begins to pick up the pace, his movements growing more forceful, and you realize that you want it���you want him to take you, to claim you in this primal dance of dominance and submission.

You could see his expressions changing frequently, as if he was losing control of himself. He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was because he was good at his job or maybe it was because he actually enjoyed it. But you didn't care, you liked it, the way he looked at you as if he was the one who was the novice, learning every little noise that you make, every little twitch of your body, every gasp that escaped your lips.

"Tell me how it feels," he urges, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through your entire being.

"S-So good," you pant, your voice barely audible. "It feels…amazing." The words come out in a rush as he starts to hit that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars with every deep, hard thrust.

Seonghwa's grip on your hip tightens, his pace increasing as he drives into you with a fervor that makes your breath catch in your throat. You can feel his muscles tensing, his movements growing more urgent as he chases his own climax.

His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned over you, lowering his head trying to focus on his climax. You could see him trying to hold it back, his body shaking with the effort. But the sight of him losing control was too much. You couldn't help but moan louder, your body responding to his need.

"C-Cum in me, please! P-Please, I need it," your thighs shut around his waist, squeezing him tightly as the ropes dug into your skin. The sensation was unbearable, a mix of pain and pleasure that had you on the edge of another orgasm.

Seonghwa's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking with yours. He nodded, his movements becoming more frantic as he pounded into you, his breaths coming in harsh pants. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with your desperate pleas for release.

"S-Shit-" he shudders. "Even with a condom on you feel-" He stops talking as he focuses on his task at hand, his strokes becoming more erratic as he tries to hold on. "You're gonna make me-"

You nod, a wicked smile playing on your lips as you tighten your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. "Do it," you whisper, your voice husky with need. "Cum for me."

The words seem to be the final push he needs. With a roar, Seonghwa slams into you one last time, his cock pulsing as he reaches his peak. The sensation of him coming inside the condom sends you hurtling over the edge again, your own orgasm crashing over you in a wave of pleasure that leaves you trembling and breathless.

You both try catching your breaths, his body still connected with yours, your eyes locked in a silent conversation of satisfaction. He slowly pulls out, his cock still semi-hard, and carefully unbinds your limbs, massaging the areas where the ropes had dug into your skin. The cool air hits you, making you shiver, but the warmth of his hands is soothing.

"How was it?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction. You smile, feeling a bit shy.

"Very…wow." You manage to get out, your voice still shaky from the intense orgasm. Your body feels like a puddle of goo, and your mind is racing with the aftermath of what just happened.

"Good. That's good to hear," he gulps, looking down for a moment. "I normally don't, uh, come that quickly. I last much longer than that…" Seonghwa trails off, seeming a little embarrassed by his loss of control. You laugh, the sound a little shaky.

"You…don't?" you ask, a playful smile playing on your lips. Despite the situation, you felt a strange sense of pride knowing that you had brought him to climax so quickly. "So I'm special?"

Seonghwa chuckles, his eyes meeting yours as he nods. "Very special," he says, his voice gentle. He helps you sit up, his hands lingering on your shoulders. You feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a bond formed through shared experience and trust.

"Uh, what's your number? I'd…like to do this again. And would also get to know you better." The question slipped out before you could think, but Seonghwa's smile grew wider.

"I'd like that," he says, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

[sugawhaaa]

tell me why i had the most vivid, scrumptious, and wet dream about hongjoong the other night AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT like bro called me in my dream and did the whole "keep talking thing" AND THEN PHONE SEX?? GAWDD when i tell you i was foaming at the mouth when i woke up- my dreams have been so vivid and wild bcs of the meds ive been taking but like IM ENJOYING THIS 😩😩

HONGJOONG ONE-SHOT

Say my name

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, phone sex, masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, degradation (?)

Pairing:: neutral!hongjoong x neutral!fem!reader

A/N:: istg I love wet dreams 😭 that may sound kind of weird but life would be so boring without them 💔 also sometimes when I take my meds too close to when I go to bed I get wet dreams too so yk every now and then I just "forget" to take them and take them later in the night ^^

Atz masterlist::☎️

Hongjoong was away on tour and throughout the day he had been spamming you with photos, videos, and texts about his experiences in Europe right now. The concerts were going well and he loved to know that you were watching them from afar as well. It was just after dinner and you were doing some laundry when you got a call from Hongjoong. You set the towels you were folding and pick up the phone.

"Hey babe what's up?" You smile as you speak into your phone.

"Just missing you," you can hear the giddy smile in his voice.

"What else is new?" You chuckle and he laughs before sighing. "So what did you do today? I watched the concert, you did such a good job," you lay down on your bed, crossing your legs over the sheets as you continue doing laundry.

"You think so?" He said excitedly. Though Hongjoong wouldn't admit it he loves little praise like that. Things like "You did a good job" or "You're doing really well".

"But hongjoong what are you doing up at this hour? It's nearly midnight for you," your concern was etched into the way you spoke and you hear Hongjoong let out a raspy sigh. Then you hear him shifting in his blankets, grunting softly as he gets himself comfortable.

"Well, I just couldn't get my mind off you baby," he cooes and you can practically see the smirk on his face. "I needed to hear your voice," he whines slightly as he speaks and you chuckle softly.

"Is that so?" You think of a way to carry out Hongjoong's desire.

"Keep talking babygirl, anything. Tell me about your day, what's on your mind, or how much you miss me~" His voice is rough and tired after all the excitement he's been through today. Little did you know he had something up his sleeve with this request. As you tell him about your day he takes off his pants, without you knowing of course.

When he was up thinking about you earlier in truth he was fantasizing about you and was now in a situation. He was so hard and just needed to get off to you specifically. Not just a photo or the thought of you, he needs you to be there as he cums. He secretly touches himself as you talk so innocently, unaware of his inappropriate behavior. Hongjoong gnaws on his lip as his hand coils around his cock, gliding up and down. However, since Hongjoong had gone quiet when you were talking you stopped your rant.

"Hongjoong? You still there?" You ask into the speaker and Hongjoong gasps softly.

"Yeah, I just..." he sighs, his voice deep and raspy. "I miss you, baby, I wish I could be with you right now," Hongjoong replies before biting his lip hard, trying to silence himself.

"I know Hongjoong," you smile, still oblivious to his ministrations. He has to hold back a moan when you say his name.

"Say my name...again please," he's hardly even trying to hide the fact he's fisting himself anymore, he's too tired and desperate.

"H-Hongjoong? What are you doing right now?" You say into the phone and Hongjoong lets out a hot gasp.

"I couldn't help myself..." he whines before increasing the pace of his hand. "The way you talk on the phone is just so sexy and I-I miss you so much," he groans. "Please keep talking to me baby, make me cum," Hongjoong's desperation becomes audible as he jerks off so fast his hand is basically a blur. He moans into the phone, loud and clear for you to hear. Honestly you weren't too sure what to say to him but he sounded so desperate to hear you, you needed to say something.

"Turn your camera on," you say calmly into the phone and his hands pause. He brings his phone down and turns on his camera. "I want to watch you cum," you say as you hold the phone close to your face. He sets up a pillow in front of him before placing his phone on it so you can see his twitching cock standing up in front of the camera. Precum coats his cock, shining in the dim hotel room light. You find your mouth watering at just the sight of him.

"I'm so disgusting," he throws his head back, gently jerking himself off. "I've been hard all night thinking about how bad I wanna fuck you," his back arches as he fists himself at the same speed as earlier.

"You're so dirty," you smirk and he moans at your words.

"Yes..." His brows furrow as his hips buck up. "Fuck I'm gonna cum! Keep talking, please, keep talking dirty," his words are slurred and unclear but you get the memo.

"C'mon, cum for me baby," you encourage and you watch the snap in his body before he starts trembling, cum spurting out onto the sheets before hitting the camera.

"Shit," he groans, his head still reeling with lust as he reaches for his phone. You watch as the camera faces the ceiling, coated in his cum. You feel your body physically respond to such a visual and your craving for him is only increased.

After some rustling from the speaker, you see Hongjoong wipe off his phone with a tissue.

"Wish that load was inside me, looked good," you tease and Hongjoong laughs. Little does he know you are undressing yourself to join in with his fun.

"You're telling me, I miss you so much," he whines before seeing you turn your camera on, legs spread as you shyly bite your lip. "Fuck baby," he runs a hand over his face and through his frizzy blonde hair. Without warning you begin to touch yourself before using toys, and Hongjoong watches you with rapt attention. His eyes are glued to the screen like that of a moth. "You're so beautiful," he comments, a small grin forming on his lips as he brings his hand back down to his throbbing core.

As the two of you pleasure yourselves in sync you both mumble words of desperation, wishing you could be with one another. "C-Can you say my name again?" Hongjoong pleads softly between whimpers. You do as he asks, repeating his name over and over as you inch closer to your peak.

"Ah, please Hongjoong," you moan out into the empty room. "Can I cum?" You say as you toss your head back and Hongjoong's eyes light up, jerking himself off faster.

"Mmm, not yet baby," he replies, clearly pleased that you needed his permission to cum. You whine in response yet you still obey him. You spend a good amount of time edging yourself and teetering over the edge before hongjoong finally gives you the go ahead and you cum simultaneously.

Though it wasn't in person it wasn't any less satisfying. Hearing him moan, his head thrown back, eyes fluttered shut and his lips widely parted. It was such a beautiful sight, seeing him so lost in pleasure that he couldn't even control the way his body twitched and quivered slightly. "Fuck, that was intense," he chuckles as he lays back on his bed. "How are you baby?" He asks, slightly out of breath.

"Above the clouds," you smile, falling back against your bed as well.

"We should do this more often," he smirks with a little chuckle. "Still not as good as being there with you," he sighs before an awkward silence falls upon the two of you. "Can we stay on call while we sleep?"

[leo-seonghwa]

JAW DROPPED (in preparation)

WOOYOUNG WHAT YOU GOT ALL THAT FOR AND CAN YOU SHOVE IT DOWN MY THROAT

[atzhrts]

riding mingi's thigh. that's it.. i'm OBSESSED w his thighs omgomg - 🫧

no because they’re so huge and what for

he definitely loves it, having you sit on his lap in the prettiest dress ever, going out to spend a nice date with your boyfriend long forgotten. you’d rather spend your night on his lap, mingi’s warm hands sprawled against your waist as he helps you move over his thick thighs.

mingi’s lips move against your neck, leaving their marks on their way before his tongue soothes the red skin as you grind over his thighs. your boyfriend’s jeans rubbing deliciously onto the inside of your sensitive thighs and your own panties repeatedly hitting your swollen clit, making you throw your head back.

“fuck you’re so sexy” mingi groans as you tug on the back of his hair, gently bucking his hips into the air, looking for some friction for himself. his hands tighten on your waist when he feels yours palming his errection through his pants, making him grind into your hand as you grind onto his thighs

[unicornsannie]

Hear me out.... cowgirl with Seonghwa

Seonghwa sometimes likes you to bounce on his cock at a normal pace but he's good at losing his patience and moving your ass himself.🎀

[pixlpxie]

I see people getting shocked at how much Yunho enjoys, almost gets ecstatic over, getting his neck played with. But you forget that he is a taurus venus; taurus rules the neck, and with a strong venus influence him being sensitive in his neck is just normal. He probably gets red around his neck quite easily, so giving him hickeys wouldn't be difficult at all. He might have that perfect, sweet spot somewhere in there that could switch everything off for him in a second. Playing with his neck could be the easiest way to tease him or the easiest way to push him to the edge. If you want to get him going, just caress him like this and he will be all around you. So yeah, he definitely loves getting his neck played with.

[autieofthevalley]

THEIR FUCKING V LINES I NEED TO SUCK THEM

[wooyoungisbaby]

hello????

[jjunberry]

now playing 📽️ “the confessional”

🎞️ the start of a new priest has sister y/n in shambles, her mind plagued with unholy thoughts.

staring 🎬 priest!seonghwa x sister!reader

⭐️ genre smut,religious elements (catholic)

warnings 🎥 catholic themes, blasphemy, public sex, oral sex (fem reviving), masturbation (m&f), pet names, reader is a virgin, unprotected sex, etc.

wc .ᐟ 3.4k mlist .ᐟ

leaves were falling from the trees as cool rain drizzled outside. it was autumn, one of your favorite seasons. the church always looked so beautiful this time of year. you eyed the black cadillac as it pulled up in front of the church. “sister y/n come quick, we have a new father arriving,” sister carolyn ushered you to the double doors. two sisters opened the doors, allowing the tall man to enter. he removed his hat revealing his long black hair. a smile taking over his beautiful features.

heat over took your body, and suddenly you felt constricted in your habit. you watched him carefully, he smiled and greeted mother agnes. “hello sisters, allow me to introduce myself. i am father seonghwa,” he smiled at us. his voice was smooth like velvet. every one greeted him, introducing themselves. “sister y/n will show you to your chambers,” mother agnes guided you closer to him. you smiled softly at the tall man. “please follow me,” you gestured towards the doors.

his presence was large behind you, nervously you turned down the hallway leading him to his room. you stopped in front of the door, allowing him to open it.

“this is where you’ll be staying, is there anything else i can help you with father?” he turned to me with a smile, “no i think i’ll be okay for now, thank you sister,” the way he said sister, had your body tingling. “if you need anything at all please feel free to ask, i’ll try my best to be of assistance.” you smiled and began to leave. you were stopped by seonghwa grabbing your hand, “thank you sister, i’ll keep that in mind,�� he brought the back of your hand to his lips, leaving a delicate kiss.

your cheeks became warm, you brought your hands together in front of you and smiled before scurrying away. you met the other sisters in the chapel. mother agnes was preparing afternoon prayer. “sister y/n i trust you showed father seonghwa to his chambers?” mother agnes said turning towards you. nodding you replied, “of course mother,” she smiled and motioned you to settle in for prayer.

as autumn turned to winter, the church quickly took a liking to father seonghwa. he won over the church goers, the sisters, everyone. especially you, his smile, his voice, his hands, everything about him had you captivated. you his favorite little sister. always assisting him with tasks, during church and outside of it. you were at his side as he greeted members of the church. “hello mrs. lee,” he shook her hands. “father seonghwa, you’ve brought so much light to this church.” her frail voice stated. he smiled at her kind words. “thank you, have a blessed day.” he watched her leave.

once the church cleared out, he turned to you. “thank you for your assistance sister y/n, i couldn’t do this without you.” your cheeks got warm at his words. “nonsense father, you’re a fantastic priest, a leader we needed.” he grinned, “you flatter me sister, you’ll make a man very happy,” he patted your shoulder before taking off to his chambers. you could still feel his touch on your shoulder, still smell his scent. once the doors to your chambers were closed you quickly stripped out of your habit. laying in bed, thoughts of seonghwa clouded your mind. unholy thoughts of him, him touching your body. kissing you with his soft plump lips.

your nails traced down your body, stopping just above your cunt. hesitant you hovered over yourself. this was wrong but the ache in your core was to much. “forgive me,” you whispered before sliding your fingers in your panties. a small gasp left your lips as your fingers worked your clit. you imagined it was seonghwa who was pleasing you like this. his words echoed in your mind, “you’ll make a man very happy”. a soft moan left your lips, your fingers circling your clit faster. the only man you wanted to make happy was him.

your hips jerked, your orgasm washing over you. heavy pants escaped your mouth, as you came down from your high. the orgasmic bliss was quickly replaced by shame and guilt.

you couldn’t look him in the eye after that night. the plan was to slowly take a step away from him, it was silly of you to think he wouldn’t notice. he caught onto you right away, unfortunately. he watched you, and was soon to realize your act of avoiding him. with a handful of bibles and old scripts you quietly walked into his office.

the plan was simply to go in, put the books and scripts back and get out. you hadn’t counted on him to be at his desk. “ah sister y/n,” his sudden voice cutting through the silence scared you. your body jumped at his voice, the things in your arms fell to the floor. papers scattering all over the floor. seonghwa was quick to his feet. “my apologies sister, i hadn’t meant to frighten you,” his hands reached to collect the papers.

“it’s quite alright father, i should've knocked and alerted you of my entrance.” he smiled and handed you the papers. “nonsense sister, i retired to my office early you were not aware,” you smiled softly and stood, turning to the bookshelf. seonghwa stood and leaned back against his desk, watching you place the books back in their rightful place. “you’ve been avoiding me sister,” his words had you freeze. your fingers ghosted over the spine of the final book.

“i- i am not sure what you mean father, i’ve been working diligently with the others,” seonghwa smiled at you, as if he knew the lie was coming before you said it. “please sister, you and i both know lying is a sin.” throat suddenly feeling dry, you swallowed before speaking. “may i request a confession?” your voice was barely above a whisper. seonghwa pushed off the desk, standing tall in front of you. “what troubles you sister?” his eyes scanned your face.

“i must not say here, i seek to confess.” seonghwa nods. “of course sister, after service tomorrow evening.” you nodded before going to the door. “sister,” he called out stopping your movements. “no amount of sin can keep you away from me okay? all is forgiven please do not avoid me,” his eyes were pleading.

your heart was beating fast, “of course not father, i will not avoid you.” he smiled at your reassurance and watched you leave his office. a breath escaped his lips, his heart racing. he quickly walked to the door locking it. his feet carried him to his desk. arms stretched, he braced himself. his right hand slowly slid down his abdomen, stopping above his trousers. slowly he started to stroke himself, images of you clouded his mind.

his hand pumped faster, all he could imagine is your hand working him. his mind showing him what could be, you bent over his desk, you under the altar his length down your throat. a deep groan escaped his throat as his hot sticky cum shot out of his cock.

seonghwa collapsed into his chair, deep breaths escaping him. his body spent, his mind still reeling at the thought of getting you alone.

you sat there, in the front pew during service. seonghwa stood at the altar giving a service to the members. they hung onto his every word. your eyes followed his hands as he delivered his sermon. after every few words his eyes caught yours, so subtle that only you noticed. “amen,” his voice. his voice like velvet. the crowd copied his words before rising from their seats and clearing out. he waved goodbye to them before the double doors of the church closed and locked.

“another wonderful service father seonghwa,” mother anges said. she motioned her hands up for us to stand. “thank you mother agnes,” he bowed and smiled. “sister y/n, i trust you’ll help father seonghwa clean up before you retire to your chambers?” her eyes found yours. “of course,” you nodded before going to the altar.

gathering his supplies you watched carefully until all was cleared. once it was just you and seonghwa, he went into the confession booth. the door to his side closed. taking a deep breath you set off towards the open side of the booth, using your right hand you made the sign of the cross before the old door creaked as you closed it. the window separating you opened, the only thing showing was the light. you took a deep breath, “bless me father, for i have sinned,” your heart started racing.

“father i’ve sinned, i’m so terribly sorry. i had unholy thoughts, lustful visions that i acted upon, i tainted myself in your name father forgive me,” you cried. seonghwa’s eyes widened at your confession, his sweet sister not so innocent. “what were these lustful visions that plagued you?” his voice was deep. “i-i seen you, visioned you touching me, pleasuring me,” a cry escaped you. “oh father forgive me, i was weakened and i am sorry,” your cries the only noise in the booth.

the door to your side opened, the soft light from outside shined in. “father?,” you questioned. “you’re resolved of your sins, i forgive you,” his hand held your cheek.

you looked up at him, tears falling. his crashed his lips to yours, pushing you further back into the booth. the creaky door closed behind him. you responded quickly, kissing him back. “this is wrong,” you whispered once his lips left yours. “this is where all sins are forgiven,” he replied before kissing you again. his hands roaming your body, just as you invisioned he caressed you. you leaned against the wall, as seonghwa kneeled before you. with the eyes and appetite of a starved man he lifted your skirt, peeling your panties down.

a deep guttural groan escaped him, he dove in, inhaling you. “you smell so sweet, so divine,” his nose buried in your cunt. “please allow me the honor of tasting you,” he begged. a whine escaped you, you nodded unable to speak a word. his mouth attached to your awaiting cunt, his long tongue licking a strip up your pussy. waves of pleasure washed over you, you couldn’t help but roll your hips to meet his tongue. “s-seonghwa please,” you begged. all thoughts leaving your mind, allowing seonghwa to take over. his hand reached for your breast, squeezing it. another moan left your lips, he pulled away from you. his chin covered in your juices, shining from what little light was inside. “you taste heavenly,” you bit your lip to stop the moan. seonghwa was feasting on you, like he’d never eaten before. greedy for the taste of your cunt.

“seonghwa i cannot hold on any longer, i- i must,” he sucked harder at your clit cutting off your sentence. your fingers locked his raven hair in a death grip. your body tensing up as your orgasm washed over you. seonghwa pulled back, resting on his knees, his chin soaked in your cum. your eyes went wide, and you quickly pushed your skirt down. “f-forgive me father,” you stepped out around him.

he watched you run off down the hallway. his mouth still soaked in your cum, he licked his lips. your sweet taste sending blood straight to his cock.

you were missing from breakfast, mother agnes told him you fell ill overnight. a stomach bug, he knew though. he silently ate his breakfast, staring at your empty seat across the dining hall. he had to find you, once his breakfast was finished he excused himself and set out. your chambers were downstairs as was all the other rooms, yours further down the hall. he knew, he visited your door plenty of nights since he’s started.

his fist came to your door, knocking lightly.

slowly the door cracked revealing you, dressed in a white nightgown. your hair laid over your shoulders, eyes going wide once you realized who was at the door. “father seonghwa, this is highly inappropriate,” he stuck his hand up silencing any chance of arguing. “we are far past inappropriate now sister y/n, please forgive me for my actions last night,” he leaned against the door frame, “but i simply could not resist the temptation any longer,” his eyes trailed down your body. you looked up at him, eyes innocent but he knows the sins you’ve committed. his hand came up pushing the door opened further, you stepped back allowing him. the door closed behind him and he leaned against it, his eyes taking you in.

the sound of the lock clicking cut through the deafening silence. “please,” he slid down to his knees, “please allow me to have you, allow me this, y/n i may be a man of god, but at the end of the day i am just a man,” his arms were now around your waist, his chin resting on your stomach.

tears welled in your eyes, “seonghwa, i cannot, i must not,” you looked up at the ceiling. “please y/n, i need you like i need air,” his words did nothing to help you resist him. how could you? here he was begging for you, needing you. you looked up, ignoring the tears falling. “dear father in heaven forgive me,” you pushed his shoulders back, leaning down kissing him.

his hands slid up your legs, pushing your nightgown up. “please,” he mumbled, standing on shaky legs. you leaned your forehead against his. “have me seonghwa, i am giving my innocence to you,” he groaned, smashing his lips against yours. he lifted you walking towards the bed, laying you down gently. his lips ghosted over your neck, your nipples hard and poking through the thin lace of your night gown.

his slim fingers slipped the thin lace off your shoulders. he eyed your breasts, nipples hard. his hands traced your shoulders before cupping your breasts. your back arched at his touch. “you are so beautiful,” his lips left kisses down your chest “absolutely beautiful,” his kisses trailed down your body.

seonghwa was worshipping your body, leaving kisses and touching every part of you he could. “please, please seonghwa,” your desperate voice cut through the quiet. “what is it you need me to do? i’d do anything for you,” he rested above you, his hips resting on either side of yours. “i need you to take what’s mine, and make it yours,” your pleas had his cock hardening. the bulge pushing against his dress pants.

“tell me y/n, have you ever pleasured yourself? have you let anyone in, any object in?” he asked removing his cassock, then his shirt leaving him in just his dress pants. you shook your head, “n-no only the outside, i didn’t think it would be seen as a sin if i didn’t go inside,” your cheeks heated as you looked away. seonghwa used his finger to guide your head, the two of you making eye contact. “do not be ashamed y/n, you did the godly thing, you saved yourself, for me,” he stood from the bed removing his pants.

his cock springing free smacking against his abdomen. a small gasp left your lips, “w-will it hurt?,” you asked looking at the man above you. he caressed your cheek, “of course darling, but i will try my best to be gentle and make the pain pleasure,” you nodded at his words, completely trusting yourself to him.

seonghwa slid his hands up your thighs before spreading your legs, giving him a clear view of your glistening cunt. his fingers traced your pussy, the wetness soaking his fingers. he pushed a finger inside, he eyed you before slipping in a second. his fingers moving in a scissoring motion, stretching you. “oh seonghwa please,” you pulled him closer. his fingers worked your entrance in an attempt to prepare your virgin cunt for his length.

he pulled his fingers from you, sucking the juices off. “it was only a night but i missed your sweet taste, like honey,” he stood from the bed. you whined when he moved, “patience my darling, i have something that will make this easier for you,” he dug in the pockets of his cassock. seonghwa pulled out a small bottle of holy water, you eyed him as he opened it pouring some on his cock. he pumped his length getting himself fully erect.

he then pulled you by your ankles, he stood at your entrance. you gasped feeling the cold holy water saturate your cunt. “do you want this?,” he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock through your slit. with a moan you answered, “more than anything,” with your final permission he pushed inside. the holy water acting as lubricant. allowing him to slip in easier. “w-wait,” the stretch still burned. seonghwa stilled his actions, “tell me when you’re ready,” his forehead rested against hers.

you nodded allowing your body to adjust to his size, your arms wrapping around his back. “okay, i’m ready,” you looked at him nodding once you noticed the worry in his eyes. seonghwa pushed in fully, his length filling you completely. you moaned feeling him, feeling so full of him. seonghwa grunted his pace slow and deep, you could feel him deeply inside you.

the two of you connected in body and soul. the old bed squeaks as his pace increases. seonghwa’s hands gripped the headboard as his hips snap against yours.

“you feel so good, so good,” his moans are loud. “a glimpse of heaven i’ve gotten being here with you,” your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your nails digging into his shoulders. “you are what i was meant to do, you are my divine path,” you said your hips rising to meet his thrusts.

“let us finish together,” he whispered. you nodded, letting your orgasm wash over you. seonghwa’s hips stilled, his hot cum filling you. his head rested in the crook of your neck, both of your bodies coming down from the high. he left kisses on your neck, pulling back and kissing your chest.

“thank you for allowing me to be the one,” he kissed your lips. “you are my divine path,” he kissed you. “as you are mine,” you kissed him.

a banging on the door caught your attention, white hot shame filled your body. seonghwa was quick to dress before answering the door. the cardinal and mother agnes stood on the other side. “see to it you are dressed, and find yourselves in my office.” he stormed off, mother agnes following.

you held the sheet over your chest, tears welling in your eyes. “w-what will become of us?,” you sobbed. seonghwa rushed to you taking your face in his hands. “do not fear, we will over come this, this is our divine path, god wants this union,” his words brought comfort to you.

the two of you sat across the desk. the cardinal sat before you, a deep set frown on his face. “what you’ve done is blasphemy, a crime against our church, a crime against god.” his hand slammed down onto the table. “cardinal, may i speak?” seonghwa asked. the cardinal motioned for him to continue. “speak your lies, your sins,” seonghwa cleared his throat.

“i believe this was our divine paths cardinal, god wanted us to find each other, i knew i came here for a reason, a reason other than spreading the word of god,” seonghwa took your hand in his.

“she is my divine path,” you smiled at him. “as he is mine,” you spoke proudly, holding his hand. the cardinal stood. “regardless of divine paths, you went against the church, you should he lucky i am not casting you out,” he turned looking out his window. “sister y/n must go to another church, join other sisters, atone for her sins,” seonghwa stood abruptly his chair pushing out behind him.

“this is not all on her cardinal, i went to her room, i initiated everything,” he looked at you. “she resisted me, i,” you stood taking his hand. “with all due respect cardinal, it’s very stereotypical to assume the woman wanted it,” the cardinal slammed his hand on the desk.

“do not speak out of turn sister.” he yelled. seonghwa pushed you behind him. “with all due respect cardinal, we will take our leave.” “you two are a disgrace to this church, to god, go spread your blasphemous sins else where,” the cardinal yelled. seonghwa grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him. “pack a bag darling, we will take our leave,” you nodded.

with your bags packed you placed them in the trunk of his black cadillac. you had no idea where you’d end up, but you knew this was god’s plan for you, for seonghwa.

credits 📹 this was not meant to be disrespectful, its simply fiction and does not reflect real priests or nuns…please do not burn me at the stake….. anyways i hope you all enjoyed this,, im really proud of this one :))

special thanks to📸 @jjunbug @ghstzzn @innocygnet @heechwe @nenemura @babymochibeargyu @tinycatharsis @jellymochii

© jjunberry - all rights reserved. please do not repost on any social media sites, translate, or modify any of my works.

love , echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

[crimsonbubble]

TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF RN

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Aquainted - FACE SITTING ♡

SUMMARY / You've always been scared of sitting on your boyfriend's face thinking you were too heavy, but today he's finally convinced you.

warnings ✩ SMUT, switch!yeosang, service!top yeosang, switch!reader, chubby fem!reader, oral (f), face sitting, praise, overstimulation

word count ✩ 1,76k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @shinebyeoli @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia @aurorasjoongie

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

"Come on, babe," Yeosang urged, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and reassurance. "You've got this. Just trust me."

"No I don't! I'm just -- nervous, shut up!" you replied, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. You hovered over him, your knees trembling slightly as you tried to build up the courage to straddle his face.

Yeosang chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're adorable when you're nervous," he said, reaching up to gently stroke your thigh. His touch sent a jolt of warmth through your body, and you took a deep breath to calm your racing heart. "Just sit down. I promise, I won't let you fall."

"You say that now…" you roll your eyes, bunching your hoodie in your hands as you look down at him. "But what if I squish your nose?"

Yeosang's grin grew wider. "You won't. But if it does happen, I'll just tell you, and we can adjust."

You took a moment to mentally prepare yourself, then nodded, feeling slightly more at ease. Carefully, you lowered yourself onto his mouth, feeling his warm breath against your skin. His hands slid around to your hips, holding you gently but firmly as your weight settled. His eyes remained on yours, filled with love and reassurance, and for a brief moment, the tension in your body melted away.

You moan softly and Yeosang could've sworn he felt you melting. His hands tightened around your hips, his thumbs caressing the soft skin, urging you to relax even further. The air was thick with anticipation, filled with the sweet scent of your vanilla body spray and the faint scent of his cologne. His eyes remained on yours, never once breaking contact, as he began to explore with his tongue. It's slow at first, tentative, as if he's worshipping the very essence of you, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

"Fuck," you moan softly, gripping his hair and biting your lip. "That feels… amazing."

Yeosang's eyes widen slightly in surprise and pleasure. He's been eager to do this for you, but he hadn't expected you to react so positively, so quickly. His tongue swirls and flicks against your clit, feeling it swell and harden under his ministrations. The sound of your soft whimpers only spurs him on, and he moves his hands to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him, as if he could bury himself in you.

You smile as you look at him once again, beginning to slowly move your hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Each stroke is met with a gasp of pleasure from you, the sensation growing more intense as you get used to the feeling. His hands guide your movements, encouraging you to find what feels best, and it isn't long before you do. The gentle rocking turns into more deliberate grinding, the sound of your wetness filling the room.

"Yeosang," you breathe, your voice shaky and filled with need. "More… please."

He groans in response, the vibration of his mouth against your pussy sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. His tongue moves with more urgency now, swirling around your clit before delving into your slick folds. You can feel the tension coiling in your lower belly, tightening with each stroke.

As Yeosang continues his relentless worship of your pussy, you start to lose yourself in the moment. Your hips roll in a steady rhythm, grinding down on his face, his nose pressing against your clit as his tongue dives deep inside you. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but let out a loud moan that echoes through the room.

"A-Ahh-fuck!" You cry out, unable to hold back as Yeosang hits just the right spot. His eyes never leave yours, and the passion in them sends a shiver down your spine. You lean back, bracing yourself on the bed with one hand while the other holds onto his hair, guiding him closer.

Yeosang's grip on your hips tightens, his mouth devouring you with increasing hunger. His tongue is a masterful instrument, flicking, stroking, and penetrating you in a symphony of pleasure that has you writhing above him. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Oh my god-" you gasp. "R-Right there, fuck, don't stop!" Your words come out as breathless whispers, each one punctuated by the slap of your hips against his face. Yeosang's eyes are half-lidded with lust, his focus solely on the task at hand. He adds a finger to the mix, sliding it inside of you with ease, feeling how wet and ready you are for him.

You grip the bedsheets tightly, your knuckles turning white. Your breath hitches as he starts to pump his finger in and out in sync with his tongue. The feeling is exquisite, a delicious mix of fullness and pressure that has your toes curling. "Yeosang, oh, shit," you pant, your voice a needy whine that fills the room.

His eyes flick up to yours, a silent question in them. You nod frantically, unable to form coherent words. He adds a second finger, stretching you out, filling you up even more. The sensation is mind-numbing, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your movements become erratic, your hips bucking against his face as you chase the orgasm that's just out of reach.

"I'm gonna come!" you moan, your voice high pitched and desperate. Yeosang's eyes light up at your admission, and he doubles his efforts, his tongue working furiously against your swollen clit while his fingers pump in and out of you. The feeling is too much, and you let out a scream as you climax, your body convulsing in pleasure. Your juices coat his face, and he laps them up greedily, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Mmm, f-fuck! Fuck, oh my god, shitshitshit, d-don't stop!" You can feel your body spasming with pleasure as Yeosang's skilled tongue and fingers continue to work their magic. He doesn't let up, his eyes still locked on yours, watching your every reaction as if memorizing them for later. He's relentless, pushing you higher and higher, continuing even after you've come.

As the initial waves of your orgasm subside, your body starts to collapse onto him, boneless and satisfied. You lean onto the headboard and moan, still moving your hips slowly.

"Sangie…" you croak, looking down. "O-One more…please?"

His eyes light up at your request, a smug smile playing on his lips. He knows you're begging for it, and it's a heady feeling of power and love. He nods, his tongue still swirling around your clit, keeping the aftershocks of your climax pulsing through your core. You lean back again, giving him full access as he picks up the pace once more.

Yeosang slides a third finger inside you, his knuckles brushing against your clit with each thrust. Your eyes widen, and you grip the headboard harder, your breath coming in short, choppy gasps. The sensation is intense, almost too much, but you can't bring yourself to stop him. Your hips rock against his hand and mouth, and he can feel the tightening of your muscles around his fingers.

"F-Fuck, oh my god, it's so good," you murmur, your voice barely audible as Yeosang's relentless onslaught sends you hurtling towards another peak. Your eyes roll back, and your head falls against the headboard, the only thing keeping you upright. The feeling of his fingers inside you, stretching and filling you, combined with the flicks of his tongue on your clit, is too much to handle.

"D-Don't stop-" you plead, your voice a desperate whine as Yeosang's skilled fingers work in tandem with his mouth. You feel the pressure building again, the warmth spreading through your body like wildfire.

Yeosang's smile widens, his eyes dark with desire as he feels you tightening around his fingers. He knows you're close, and the thought of giving you another orgasm sends a thrill through him. He picks up the pace, his tongue flicking faster against your clit as he crooks his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that always makes you scream.

"FUCK! F-Fuck, I fucking love you, shit!" You scream out as your body tightens around his digits, the pleasure consuming you. Yeosang's eyes never leave yours, the intensity of your orgasm reflected in every twitch of your body and every gasp that escapes your lips. He can feel you getting wetter, the walls of your pussy contracting around his fingers as you ride the waves of your climax.

As the last spasm subsides, you go limp on top of him, panting and trembling. Yeosang pulls back, his mouth and chin glistening with your arousal. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, his eyes still locked on yours, a smug satisfaction in his gaze. "You okay?" he asks, his voice a low murmur that resonates through the quiet room.

You nod, unable to find the words to express how incredible that felt. He reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that's escaped from your eye. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "I could do that forever."

"S-Shut up," you couldn't help but blush. He gently pulled you down, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed you deeply, sharing the taste of your pleasure. Your legs gave out, and you collapsed into the bed beside him, your heart racing and your body still buzzing with aftershocks.

Yeosang chuckled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned over and grabbed a towel from the bedside table, cleaning himself up before laying beside you. You snuggled into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished. The room was quiet, save for the sound of your heavy breathing.

"You want me to wash you up?" Yeosang offered, his voice low and soothing as he stroked your hair.

"Mhm," you pout, nodding into his chest. Yeosang smirks, his arms tightening around you as he rolls out of bed, the mattress shifting beneath you as he stands. You watch him, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, as he heads to the en suite bathroom, his naked body a work of art. He returns with a warm, wet towel, the scent of lavender filling the room. He gently wipes your thighs and pussy, taking his time to ensure you're clean and comfortable. The tender care in his actions sends warmth flooding through your chest, and you can't help but sigh contentedly.

[elllisaaa]

choi san

listed from oldest to newest.

enjoy !

❃ freak [kinktober 2024 - day 10]

-> you kinda like the barista who's always serving you, but you wish he would notice that you're flirting with him sometimes. so maybe that flashing him your pretty lingerie would help ?

masterlist

-> i don't allow any copies, reposts or translations of my work.

[yoo--kihyun]

wooyoung as your bias wrecker isn't easy

250218/250219 Wooyoung

[holybibly]

Completely and uncompromisingly San coded

[pixlpxie]

I love Hongjoong so much, I want comforting cuddles from him and his dick at the same time😕

No bc imagine taking him while spooning. Especially after his long and tiring days. He'd be whining because of how tired and needy he is. It would start as cute cuddles, he'd try to rest and forget about the long day he had. He'd snuggle into the nape of your neck while his hands would caress your delicate skin and you would just giggle at his behavior. But then it wouldn't stop there, his hands would start doing more than just giving you love. If he's too tired a good cockwarming or a handjob would be enough for him to settle. But most of the times, despite his lack of energy, he wouldn't be able to resist you. He'd start slow, lazy almost, but the pace would pick up instantly due to his needy state. Lazy fucking wouldn't be a thing with him no matter how much he'd tried. Not that you would complain. He would keep you as close as he could, not removing his nose from the nape of your neck, trying to take in your perfect smell which would be the perfect aphrodisiac for him. But most importantly, you would feel how possessive he was when he had you wrapped around in his arms. His tight hold, along with each thrust he'd give you, would always remind you who you belonged to. As you'd moan out his name under your warm breath, you'd be reminded of who's the one for you.